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BBS: First Impression BBS
Date: 08-18-93 (08:18) Number: 22276
From: ZIGGY Refer#: NONE
To: ALL Recvd: NO
Subj: HITCHIKER Conf: (103) FANTASY
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Following is a piece of fiction. All characters are adults, all
situations are fantasy.
The Hitchiker
The ride from Calgary to Vancouver on my Harley was long haul.
It was a hot day, but my bare chest under my leather riding jacket was
cooled by the wind. My armpits were sticky with sweat. The smell of
gasoline, sweat and leather would mix and mingle in my nose.
In the distance, after the Banff turnoff, was a dark figure at
the side of the road. I slowed to get a better look, and the young man
put out his thumb. I pulled over on the shoulder, and looked in my
handlebar mirror, as the hitcher ran up the road toward me. He was
wearing a headband, leather jacket, jeans, T-shirt. He said "thanks for
stopping. Could you gimme a lift to Golden?"
I gazed at him briefly, through my mirrored glasses, dismounted
and detached the spare helmet from the bike. "Put this on", I said, as
I handed him the helmet, and remounted my bike. He did as requested, and
hopped on the pillion seat behind me. "Have you ever ridden pillion
before?" I asked.
"Sure have", he responded. "Do you mind if I hold on to you?"
"OK with me, hold on, or hold the seat strap", I said. I fired
up the engine, and within a few moments we were at 110kmh. I could feel
him fumbling behind me to get hold of the seat strap, then his arms
wrapped around my waist as the acceleration pulled at him. Part of his
hand brushed against my flat tummy, where the zip of my jacket left off.
I could see the lad's handsome features, in my rearview mirror.
He was gazing over my shoulder. He looked to be about 21, a few day's
growth of hair on his chin. As we sped on, he pulled in quite close, and
made no attempt to move his hands that jiggled from the bike's motion,
from my bare belly. The throb of the engine, and the warmth of this
youth, started a stirring down the left leg of my leather pants. My
cock was rising and trying to raise itself against the tight restraint
of my pants. Behind me, I imagined, or did I feel, a hot warmth at my
backside. Was he getting hard too?
We rode on for a few hours. The lack of conversation was
pleasant. It is hard to talk with the wind blowing, and our ears covered
with helmet. My bladder was starting to strain, and I pulled over to the
side of the highway. "time for a piss", I stated bluntly. I took off my
helmet, and strode down through the ditch, and up the other side to a
spot in the pine trees. The youth followed, like a little puppy, and
stood beside me. I reached in my leather pants, and hauled out my cock.
A bright yellow stream cascaded out of me, on to the forest floor. The
hitcher stood, holding his dick, but didn't seem able to piss. I glanced
at his cock, then up at his eyes. "Pee shy?", I smiled, putting my own
cock away.
"I, uh guess so," he replied as he gazed briefly at his
mirrored image in my glasses, then looked back down at his swelling
dick. I stood, calmly, not speaking, as the tension in his penis
increased. It was a gorgeous cock, white as chalk, in contrast to the
bit of dark pubic hair that surrounded the base. "It seems to have a
mind of it's own", he mumbled embarassedly. I didn't reply, but reached
over and took his hand from it. I squeezed it hard in my manly hand. The
glans swelled, turning from a light pink to a deepening red. His knees
started to quiver, as he battled the yearning of his member.
"Relax", I assured him, as my stroking became more intense.
... to be continued
Copyright August 1993,
Ziggy
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X SLMR 2.1a X
--- Maximus 2.00
* Origin: The Rainbow Connection (1:134/172)
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BBS: First Impression BBS
Date: 08-18-93 (08:18) Number: 22277
From: ZIGGY Refer#: NONE
To: ALL Recvd: NO
Subj: HITCHIKER PART TWO Conf: (103) FANTASY
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The Hitchiker Part two
The hitcher's dick was now totally erect. It arced out of his
button flys, pointing up and slightly to the right. It felt like it was
ribbed, it was so rigid. "Oh that feels good", he moaned. I removed my
hand from his stiff one, and grabbed the top of his jeans. I spun him
around to face me, and I put my big leather covered arms around his
shoulders. I could feel his hardness poking into my leather covered
groin. I grasped the hair on the back of his head, and kissed him
forcefully.
"oh, man, oh", light sighs and whispers came from him, as I
removed my lips from his, and scaped his youthful face with my
whiskers. His hands undid the zipper on my jacket, and reached in to
play with my tits. I grabbed the back of his head again, and forced his
face on to my big chest. He sniffed, licked and chewed at my flesh. He
traced a pattern from my tits to my armpits, licking the salty sweat
that was running down my side. I took my jacket off, and he said
"mmmmmh", as I lifted my muscular arm to expose my big smelly pit. He
dived in, sniffing, licking and savouring my sweat and leather scent.
He continued sucking and kissing his way down my body, and undid
the buttons on my leather pants. He was on his knees, as he reached in
and pulled out my big hairy dink. The foreskin of my cock was retracted,
from the excitement. I pulled some stray hairs out of the skin, which
was bunched up behind the head. I put my hand on his head, aimed my
pecker, and thrust it deep into his mouth. "Mmmpf" he gurgled as he
fought not to choke. Both hands cradled his head, as I humped and fucked
his face.
I finally let go of his head, he panted, "gosh, I sure would
like this monster up my butt". I reached down to my jacket, and pulled a
safe out of my pocket. I handed it to him, and didn't say a word.
He unwrapped the condom, and gently unrolled it on to my shaft.
I held the foreskin back, as he did so. He stood up, and slipped out of
his shoes, and jeans. His white skin was smooth and almost hairless. He
placed my jacket over a log, and lay on top of it, his bum up in the
air. The crack was parted, revealing some dark hair around the
opening, and a cute little pink pair of butt lips. I spat on the
crevice, and lubed up the entrance, allowing my finger to slip briefly
inside his dark hotness. I slowly took my finger out, spat again on his
butt, and on my hand, which I rubbed on my sheathed weapon.
I put the tip of my enormous dick at the entrance to him. I
slowly eased it in, feeling the muscles contract initially, then relax
to admit my cock. The tightness and the warmth, sent ripples of pleasure
down my shaft to my balls. The hitcher's moans of pain turned to
pleasure as he became accustomed to my size. I gradually increased the
pace, and the depth of my thrusts. We breathed together with my rhythm.
Quicker and quicker until I could feel that I was on the brink. Two more
strokes out of rhythm, and bang!
The head of my cock swelled inside him, my load raced up from
my nuts and fired hot sperm into the sheath in his hot bum. He
moaned and groaned as I fell on top of him. Sweat and leather and sexual
scents assailed my senses. I withdrew slowly, and helped him to get
out of his awkward position draped over the log. He stood briefly and
stroked his still rigid dick. Then he fell to his knees, and started to
lick the tops of my boots, masturbating all the while. He licked all the
way down over the toe of my boot, then rolled over on to his back,
oblivious to the branches, and needles on the forest floor. He was
masturbating furiously, gazing up at me, as I unrolled the used rubber
from my cock. I looked down at him, and turned the condom inside out,
dripping the gooey contents on to his face.
Squirt after squirt fired out of his gun, the first on the forest
floor, the rest in shorter arcs on his chest and tummy. He looked a nice
mess, as he lay beneath me. I helped him up, once he had rested briefly.
His back was covered with pine needles, and dirt, his t-shirt patchily
wet with come, his face also spotted with my sperm. I smiled at
his state. "There sounds like there is a stream nearby, I guess you
should wash off a bit", I grinned, took off my glasses, and planted a
long passionate kiss on his salty sticky face and lips.
Copyright August 1993,
Ziggy
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X SLMR 2.1a X
--- Maximus 2.00
* Origin: The Rainbow Connection (1:134/172)