The Great Biker

I love motorbikes and automatically turned my head when I heard a bike approaching. It was searing hot and I was walking to the nearby shopping mall to find a telephone booth. My truck had broken down and I needed to call AAA to have them tow it to a repair shop. The biker slowed down, gave me a glance and spat away, pulling the front wheel high up in the air. I must not have been to his liking, but for sure he looked great. Not a minute later I heard another motorbike coming. I looked back and there he was again. He must have just circled the block. I gave him a smile and he smiled back. When he came for the third time I put my thumb in the air, giving him a sign that I needed a ride. “I’m Carl”, he said, “Need a ride to the mall?” 

I climbed behind Carl, hugging him as closely as possible. I put my hands on this waist, but he pulled them down all the way to his crotch, and spat away. I felt his dick swelling and mine too. Carl drove fantastically, daringly and confidently and way too soon we arrived at the mall.

We walked to the restroom, which fortunately was empty. “No way that I’ll have sex with him here” I said to myself, “Way to dangerous”. We chose two adjacent stalls and not long thereafter I felt Carl peeking over. I was slowly masturbating and he was too. He gave me an encouraging smile, and showed me his dick. Same size as mine, but more beautiful. His was shiny black, clearly showing all the veins. Just at that moment we heard steps, and we folded our dicks away. I felt someone standing to my right: a punk with red, crew-cut hair, with black flashes. I felt danger, bad vibes. At Carl’s side a similar punk, but with blue hair with yellow flashes. We walked out as quickly as we could. “I’ll give you a call at 8 tonight”, he said. “I now have to report to duty. I’m a security guard here”. 

I slowly walked away. Another fucked up rendezvous. “He must not have liked my dick. If that’s all he cares for, all the better. He’ll never call” I said to myself.

Carl walked away quickly but not quickly enough. The punks cornered him. “No sharing, huh?” they snickered. Carl started to sweat. “We like that boy, so you’ll bring him here tonight. Don’t forget it, babe. You remember our brothers?” Carl did indeed remember their “brothers”, those dirty bloodhounds. Last time they got him, he landed in the hospital.

At 8 sharp Carl called. I had been wrong. I loved his voice and even from a distance I felt his presence. “It’s bloody hot tonight, so why don’t you come to the mall and we can see a film together. At least it will be cool”. He bought the tickets and we entered. “Must be a bad film”, I said to myself, “There is no one here.” We installed ourselves on the last row, in the middle. When all the lights were dimmed Carl started to kiss me. I melted away. I felt his hands pulling down my fly, groping to get my dick out. I was fully aroused now. I never had had sex in public places! I got Carl’s dick out as well and even in the dark I could see and feel how beautiful it was. His dick was already rock hard and I massaged it delicately. We had all the time of the world. I felt Carl’s hand going around my dick, looking for the final destination of his dick. I sloughed forward to let his hand find that holy spot. All of a sudden I froze. The punk with the red hair had entered the theater and took the seat next to me. I started to panic but couldn’t think what to do. When I saw that the other punk sat down next to Carl, I became really frightened. “Red Hair” went on his knees, squeezed in between my legs and started to give me a blowjob. I didn’t react, didn’t want to make a public scandal. “Blue Hair” moved in between Carl’s legs and took Carl’s dick in his mouth.

Soon panic faded and pleasure overtook me. Red Hair was an expert sucker. He took all his time, exploring all the crevices of my dick. He cupped his hand over the lower base of my dick, and moved his mouth slowly back and forth. He took his hand away and little by little he entered my dick fully into his mouth, so wet, so hot. We both moaned. What a delight! I grabbed the back of his head and started to face fuck him, gently at first but with every thrust I pushed my dick deeper and deeper into his throat. I had never imagined the joy his spiky hair, steel hard form the gel, would give me. With each thrust it banged into my lower soft belly, exiting my whole abdomen! It was obvious that he loved being face fucked, but at last if felt him gagging. I eased up a little, only to slam my rod yet deeper into his throat. I felt electricity building up, tried to delay coming but I couldn’t hold it any longer. I came, shooting my cum violently into his throat. After the first two burst, he swallowed my sperm. He swallowed again after the following gusts: he wanted it all, to the last drop but the load was too great. I felt hot gooey sperm coming out of his mouth, coating my rod. I tried to pull my dick out of his mouth, but he didn’t let me. He continued to suck me: my dick was now so tender that it hurt, but he wouldn’t let up. deep, intense pleasure started to engulf me. He now was fully in control of me, and I let him have me. I felt coming a second time, more violently this time and my whole body trembled. That’s what he had been waiting for. He groaned with pleasure. He stood up and whispered in my ears: “See you tomorrow, babe”.

The next morning the punks cornered Carl. “Great catch, Carl”, said Red Hair, “But my buddy needs his turn. Tonight at 10:00 without fault. I don’t have to remind you of my brothers, huh? They are looking forward to knock those beautiful teeth out of your mouth”.

I was aching for Carl. Oh yes, the blow job was fine, but I wanted a real man in my life, not those punks. I was put off when he told me to be at the bath by 10:00 pm. “Why don’t you come here?” I asked. “Do you have air-conditioning?” was his reply. As if it would be cool in the sauna! Nevertheless I went.

Carl was even more beautiful than I had imagined. His shoulders were broad and his large chest was showing off his strong pectoral muscles. Biceps and triceps bulged out and powerful abs flattened his stomach. His legs were like pillars, and off course his dick came straight from a picture book. He kissed me and I knew that this would be our night. We put ourselves on the waiting list for a room, and started to shower. I soaped Carl, spending most of my time rubbing his dick, balls and anus. He towel dried me and led me to a movie room. 

After a while he whispered in my ear that he was going to make the rounds and that we would see each other in half an hour here. I was both upset and afraid: upset that he would leave me alone; afraid that he would meet someone else, more beautiful than me. Carl was such an attractive stud that I was sure that many would try to seduce him.