Date: Fri, 24 Jul 2009 12:29:01 +0000 (GMT)
From: nickwib@yahoo.co.uk
Subject: Heading West 2

I had just finished telling Chad an experience with a biker at the old rest
area.

You are really into rimming, aren't you? He asked.
Yes, I nodded.  It needs a lot of practice.

What happened next? He asked.
Well, nothing, I never saw the biker again.
No, I mean in the rest area?  Did you go back to the shed?



No, I didn't feel like it.  I was horny as hell, but I didn't feel like going
back.  It wouldn't be the same.  It couldn't be. I lit a joint and leaned
against my car looking up at the sky and rehearsing the last hour. I had just
dropped the stub on the ground when a white camper drove in and parked
about 100 yards away.  Interesting.

For a minute or two nothing happened, then I saw a face looking my way though
the side window.  I moved my legs apart and leaned back against the car.

The camper door slid open and down got a big beefy bear of a man.  He was bald
and bullet headed, not the kind of guy to mess with.  He went round the other
side of the camper and when he came back, he had his arm on the shoulder of a
young fair-headed boy and seemed to be guiding him with his hand on his neck.
They headed my way. He was a real cute kid, maybe 19 or 20, I am not good at
ages.  He wore light blue jeans, not tight but almost sculpted, like the lines
round his knees and crotch had been pencilled on a drawing.  He had a shock
of fair hair and a face so cute you'd want to kiss him.

They came steadily towards me. I didn't move.  The big guy looked me up and
down and his eyes settled on my bulge.  They stopped a foot or so away and
I could smell the big man.  He had damp sweat marks at his armpits and
another just above his big belly.

He said nothing but reached out his free hand and unzipped me. He pulled out my
cock and fondled and squeezed me for a moment.  His other hand was still on the
boy's neck and he pushed him down to his knees and fed my cock into his mouth.

Suck, he said. And the boy began.  It felt incredible. My balls were tingling.
The boy's mouth felt so good. I looked down. His eyes were closed as his lips
and tongue began to work on me. I wanted to stroke the boy's head but something
told me just to stay still.

The big guy turned sideways to the boy, pulled down his zip and brought out
a thick uncut piece of meat, the head covered with an inch or so of
foreskin puckered to a narrow end.

He started to jerk off.  The skin pulled back and out emerged a vast shiny
dark purple head. I was fascinated, the head was oval, side-to-side, and
curved out like an arse with a dark deep crack.  He moved near the boy's
face.

Suck him, he said.  Go on, suck! Suck! Suck! Suck him!  His voice was deep
and his hand was working harder.  His cock was almost resting on the boy's
cheek.  His breath was coming faster and beads of sweat were forming on his
brow.

Suck! Suck! Suck him!  He muttered, working his own meat harder.  He laid
it just above the boy's cheek as streams of thick cum oozed out.

This was too much for me and I let go a shuddering load in the boy's soft
mouth.

There was silence as the boy pulled back, his lips lingering on me.

The big man scooped his cum from the boy's cheek on a thick index finger
and fed it to him.  I looked at the boy, he was gorgeous, I wanted to kiss
him, and I wanted to go down on him.  I moved nearer but a strong hand
pushed me back abruptly.  The man pulled the boy to his feet and then went
on his knees, he opened the boy's zip and pulled out such a small, perfect
cock. I ached for it.  Then he covered it with his big mouth and started to
suck him.  He had his hands on the boys arse and he was slobbering on him,
saliva dripping down his chin as he moved his head this way and that. There
was no gentleness; he went at him like a hungry dog.  The boy's head was
thrown back, his body arched, he was only held upright by the man's grip.
Then the boy uttered a drawn out cry, almost like pain, and the man started
swallowing greedily.

Then he closed the boy's fly and got to his feet.  Without a word, or look,
at me he put his arm back on the boy's shoulder and with his hand on his
neck, turned him round and they went off, just like that, back to the
camper.



I looked over at Chad.  He was strangely quiet.

I met that couple once, he said.  I thought the boy could be blind.

Nick Ryder nickwib@yahoo.co.uk