"You got a match buddy?" The black-leather clad biker asked as he approached.
"I don't smoke, man."
"Too bad, I'm dying for a cigarette." The biker sat down uninvited next to me on the grass. "You dip snuff?"
"Naw," I answered, "I don't do any of that stuff."
"So, you pretty much vanilla, or what?" He unscrewed a small metal can that he pulled out of his black leather vest pocket, pinched the brown colored powder and held it under his right nostril. In a second it was gone. "So, you from around here or something?"
"Not really," I answered, "I'm from Jasper, about fifty miles from here. Just out riding my bicycle. It's a nice day for it."
"Damn nice day." Another dip of snuff disappeared into his nostril.
I had stopped to rest here on the side of this seemingly deserted dirt road and had just unpacked my lunch when a big shiny Harley pulled up and parked under the oak tree a couple of yards to my right. The guy on the bike looked like the proverbial Hell's Angel. I didn't know what to expect. Okay, so maybe I'm jumping to conclusions. He's probably out joy-riding like myself. I mean, the weather was perfect for it, especially after being cooped up all winter.
"So, where you headed?" I asked, trying to make small talk.
"No where in particular," he answered. He leaned over to his right side and spit out a wad of used tobacco. "Just here in there, more there, since me and my old lady broke up."
"So, where are you from?"
"The last place I lived was over in some dump in Jacksonville. Shit, more roaches then you can shake a stick at. Hell, they could have carried me and my bike off, if they had wanted to."
"Name's Booth," I said, offering him my hand as a sign of friendship.
"Titanic here." The guy had a grip like a vice.
"Damn, that's an odd name. But that for sure ain't your real name, is it?"
"Don't know, man," he answered, "even my mama called me Titanic." He paused a few moments. "You sure you ain't got no matches in your pack there?"
"I don't smoke, so wouldn't need any."
"Shiiit," he slurred, "just my luck to get stuck with a Girl Scout."
"Hey man, I ain't exactly a girl. Have you looked in all of your packs? I mean, maybe you got a lighter stashed away somewhere."
"Hey dude," he answered, getting up, "you might have something there! Lemme go look."
The biker sauntered over to the Harley. For the first time I noticed how tight the black-leather pants rode on his hips. Hey, if this would have been some leather bar, I would have made an instant move. But, he's straight. He had just mentioned that he had had a fight with his girlfriend.
"Hey Booth, you're right!" Titanic held up a silver colored lighter. "Look what I found. And it works, too." He stood there and cupped his hand over the cigarette in order to light it. The bulge between his legs was huge. The guy was hung. Major hung. My dick woke up. I could feel it getting hard.
"Damn, tastes fuckin' good!" Titanic exclaimed as he exhaled his first puff. Then he did something that surprised me. His left hand began to grope at his crotch. "Sorry man, got a damn hair stuck in my foreskin. Shit, happens sometimes when I sit on the bike too long!" So, the son of a bitch was uncut to boot!
He walked back to where I was seated under the tree and stood directly in front of me.
"Here, hold my cigarette for me while I get this wild hair out of my dick."
I gladly reached for the lit cigarette. The leather-clad biker lowered the zipper of his black pants and reached his big brawny hand into the opening. My cock was going crazy by now. He fumbled around and give out a sigh of relieve.
"Shit, wish my mama hadda had me circumcised. Then I wouldn't have this problem. Damn foreskin's too long. Shit." Then he slowly zipped his leather pants up and lowered himself back down on the grass next to me. I handed him back his cigarette. I was trembling by now. He was turning me on. "You know what I mean?" he said, looking me square in the eyes as he exhaled a puff of smoke into my face.
"No," I coughed, "I don't know what it's like. My mama had me circumcised."
"No shit," Another puff of used smoke floated into my face.
"So," I said, starting to get up, "I think I need to get back on the road. Rested enough for now."
"What's your damn hurry man?" He grabbed my arm and yanked me back down. "I just got here. Keep me company for a while. Shit, I ain't had no one to talk to all day!"
"Well, I really need to be going."
"Listen," the biker started, "I got a couple a cans of beer in my pack. You want one?" Before I could answer, Titanic had jumped up and started unpacking the duffel bag that was buckled onto the rear of the Harley. He returned with to 16 ounce cans of ale. "They're a bit warm for the ride, but what the hell?"
He popped the top of the first one and a stream of beer shot up into the air.
"Shiiit! Here take it," he said, handing me the erupting can.
"Thanks," I muttered, holding the thing out from me so that the liquid could run off into the grass.
Titanic popped the other top and quickly lowered his lips over the can so that none of the precious brew would be wasted.
"Hell, that's good!" he exclaimed, letting out a loud belch at the same time. "Hit's the spot, man!"
I lifted my can up to my lips. It was too warm for my taste, but I drank it anyway.
The biker took one more long slower and tossed the empty can behind the tree.
"Shit, I could go for a long nap now," he said lifting his big muscular arms behind his head. "How 'bout you, buddy?"
"Hey, if you're gonna take a nap, then I'll just be leaving. It's already twenty after one and I still got fifty miles to go to get back home. I don't want to get stuck in the dark."
"Hey man," he retorted, "I didn't say I was gonna take a nap, I just said I could go for one. That's a major difference." He lifted himself up off of the grass and stood in front of me. "Actually, what I need right now is to take a good long piss."
Titanic turned and walked to the side of his bike. He positioned himself sideways, reached into his black leather pants and hauled out this huge long hose of flesh.
"Got to prime the damn thing," and began tugging on it.
Before long a stream of hot golden liquid shot out and formed an extended arch that glistened in the sun. Titanic moaned as he emptied his immense bladder. A puddle of suds formed where the yellow fluid landed on the ground.
"Damn, was that a good piss!" he announced, stuffing his lengthy sausage back into its leather pouch. "Nothing like taking a good leak or a good shit! You know what I mean?" he asked, as he sauntered back to where I was sitting. My dick was hard as a rock from watching him take a leak. I glanced down and noticed a wet spot on the front of my shorts. Shit!
"Damn, shit, fuck!" The biker stood in front of me and began groping his crotch. "Another fuckin' hair stuck in my foreskin!" He groped further. "By what I can see on the front of your shorts, I think you would enjoy helping me out!"
Damn, he knew!
I could feel all the blood leave my cock as it shriveled up like a little snail in its shell. I was speechless. Shit, I didn't know if this was some kind of trick.
"You suck cock, boy?" Suddenly his voice was a half-whisper. His dick began to lengthen down his inner right thigh. "I could use a good
blow-job right now. Hadn't had one for days, not since I broke up with my old lady. Know what I mean, man?"
I still didn't answer. I mean we where out in no man's land. He could kill me and dispose of my body without anybody ever knowing about it. The biker continued to play with his dick through the leather. The damn thing hung half-way to his knees by now.
"I know you're a cocksucker. I seen how you watched me takin' a leak. A straight guy would have looked in another direction, man. You stared at me. You could hardly keep your damn eyes in your head after you seen the size of this thing I got swinging between my legs!"
"Uh," I began to stutter, "I couldn't help but notice it man, I mean you hauled the damn thing out right in front of me!"
"Shut your fuckin' face and get over here in front of me and start suckin' on my meat, boy!" His fuck-finger pointed towards his crotch. "I ain't jokin', man! You don't service me right here and now, I whip your faggot ass till you can't never walk again. Is that clear, boy?"
"Yes sir," I whispered.
What other choice did I have? I got on my knees and crawled over till his bulging crotch stared me in the face. The smell of the leather was turning me on. My dick was hard again.
"Yeah, you like what that don't you boy?"
I was too busy inhaling the strong odor of his leather crotch to answer. I could feel his big hands as he placed them on the back of my head, pushing me down into the warmth of his groin.
"Now, go ahead and haul my cock out for me, man! I know you can't hardly wait to get your sweet faggot lips on it!"
My hand trembled as I reached up and began lowering the zipper. I had dreamed of a day like this. Of a cock like this.
"Yeah," the biker slurred, "haul that baby out!"
The white of his underwear shone through the opened slit. I stuck my nose in to inhale his crotch odor. I was not disappointed. Riding on that Harley all day had ripened him. I unbuttoned the top of his trousers and slowly slid them down his muscular hair covered legs. He was wearing boxer shorts. The head of his long prick was peeking out of the right inner leg.
"You like what you see so far, faggot?"
I nodded affirmatively.
"It's all yours man. Go ahead and service it for me, buddy!"
I slid my thumbs under the elastic band of the white boxers and yanked them down until they rested around his knees. His massive horse-prick hung in front of me, riding on a pair of balls that a king would be envious of.
"You see that prick of mine, man?" the man whispered, "now you know why I'm called Titanic! That's what the doctor said to my mama the first time he saw the size of it: 'Ms. Bronson, that boy of yours has got a member the size of the Titanic!' Mama thought it was cute and kept the name."
"It fits," I stammered.
"Now," he continued, "enough of the small talk. Get to blowing me, boy!"
He pushed my head closer to his snake-like penis. I could smell the pissy odor emitting out of the long droopy foreskin.
"Take the hood into your mouth and nibble on it. I like that! It makes my dick good and hard!"
Your wish is my command, sir!
I lowered my lips and gently sucked the greasy piece of skin into my mouth. The taste was overwhelming. I was not used to a dick this raunchy. I let it slide back out. I felt like I had to throw-up.
"What the fuck's the matter?"
"Sorry, but I never sucked on a dick that dirty before. How long has it been since you showered, man?"
"Fuck you, you son of a bitchin' cocksucker!" He grabbed my hair and jerked my head back and forth. "You get that damn mouth of yours into gear and get to suckin', or else! Is that fuckin' clear?"
"Yes sir," I said, whipped like a dog.
"Now do it!"
Titanic grabbed his huge prick by the root and lifted it up towards my mouth. The foreskin was still covering the glanshead. I obediently opened my mouth to receive his member. He shoved it in with a vengeance. My mouth was now the pussy of his old lady.
"Now work on it!" he yelled, pulling on my hair again to emphasize that he meant business.
I began to gently chew on the soft foreskin.
"Yeah, that's it, baby. Real good!"
I worked the long piece of skin back with my tongue until the head of his dick was exposed inside of my mouth. The taste was pungent and ripe. Like fish. I wrapped my tongue around the spongy ridge of the fat head and licked all the grim and cheese flakes off. It was beginning to turn me on. My dick was leaking inside of my pants. I wanted to cum.
"Ummm," the biker moaned, "yeah, that's good, man!"
I hugged the corpulent shaft with my lips and began to swallow as much of the fuckpole as I could. But it was too long and too fat. I let it slide back out of my mouth.
"Hey," he yelled.
"Don't worry," I retorted, "I want to suck on your nuts."
"Yeah, sounds good, man!"
I lifted his long shaft up against his hairy belly and began to lick the underside. I relished the salty sweaty taste of the bikers dick. He continued to moan. I lapped up and down the hard rod like a dog in heat. The thing was hard as a rock by now and leaking dick-snot all over my face. I reached up and took a hold of his large pendulous testicles. I lifted them to my nose and sniffed. The musk was incredible.
"Lick them baby factories for me, man!"
I stuck my tongue out and tasted the wrinkly skin of his hair-covered scrotum.
"Suck on 'em!"
I obeyed and slurped the left nut into my mouth. I began chewing on the organ. He went wild and began to buck forwards with his hips. I sucked the other nut in. I couldn't believe that I had both of them bull-balls in my mouth. My chew hurt from the expansion.
"Oh baby," the biker sighed, "chew on them fuckers. I like it rough! Show me what you can do, man!"
I began to chew on them like two gigantic orbs of caramel. Titanic spasmed in ecstasy. I reached up and began to stroke his oozing prick. I worked the foreskin back and forth, back and forth. He moaned. I sucked on his nuts as hard as I could.
"Oh man, you're even better then my last old lady! She couldn't get both them into her mouth! Ummm, do it, man!"
I stroked faster and chomped down on his sperm-factories like there was no tomorrow. The guy could feel no pain in his balls. It was incredible. And hot.
"I'm gonna cum, if you keep that up, man!"
Shit, I didn't want him to cum yet. I wanted to play a while since I was in the mood now.
"No," I answered. This time I was in control. "I won't let you cum yet. Turn around!"
He obeyed and turned shoving his hairy ass-cheeks into my face.
"Whatcha gonna do to me?" he asked, "I don't get fucked, man!"
"Don't worry. You'll like what I'm about to do."
I placed both hands on his muscular round ass-cheeks and spread them open. His crack was over-grown with black curly hair, like the rest of his crotch. I lowered my face into his opened crack and deeply inhaled. Shit, did the man smell ripe! It was too much for me. My dick started to spasm and before I knew what happened, I unloaded a mass of sticky sperm into my briefs. Damn, I didn't want to cum yet!
But I was still horny!
I inhaled all of his rich male musk and began gently licking the crack of his ass. He bolted forwards.
"What the fuck you doin' back there, man?"
My face was buried in his crack. I couldn't and didn't want to answer. I licked him again. He shivered in pleasure. My tongue explored the warm dank crevice until it found what it was looking for. Yeah, that hot moist hole of his!
"Aw shiiit," the biker sighed, as my tongue worked its way past his sphincter. "Whatever you doing, old buddy, it sure as hell feels good!"
I reached around and grabbed his still hard prick and began stroking it again. I was fascinated by the length of the man's foreskin. I had never played with anything quite like it.
"Baby," he moaned again, "I said you gonna make me cum!"
Shit, I had already shot my load. He might as well unload, too.
I continued darting my tongue in and out of his bunghole and simultaneously masturbated his lengthy horse-cock.
"Yeah," he sighed, "I'm so close man!"
I increased the speed of my jacking and forced my tongue in as deep as I could possibly go. He drove his ass towards my face. We were in sync.
"I'm cummin'" he yelled, "Oh shiiit! I'm cummin!"
I whacked his dick at full speed. His body convulsed. He let out a war whoop as his swollen prick exploded and shot ropes of hot sticky biker sperm into the air. I fucked his asshole with my tongue and continued to pump with my hand. Man, I was determined to drain this Harley-Davidson dude if it was the last thing I do. Another stream of semen shot out of his loaded dick. Another and another. One more yell and he was spent. The man was drained. Damn, I sank the fucking Titanic!
I could feel his dick beginning to soften in my hand. I slowly pulled my tongue out of his de-virginized butt-hole. The biker straightened up and turned around.
"Aw, shiiit," he slurred, with a smile across his face the size of his bike, "that was fuckin' GREAT! You are the best man!"
He placed his big brawny hands under my armpits and lifted me up onto my feet. To my surprise, he placed his right hand on the back of my head and pulled my mouth unto his mouth. His tongue darted between my teeth and slid down my throat. The damn fucker was kissing me!
"Thanks," he said, after he gave my tonsils a tongue bath. "I needed that!"
He pulled his leather trousers back up and stuffed his long flaccid salami back into its compartment. Without saying a word, he hopped and his Harley and left me in the midst of a cloud of dust. A long hair from his ass was stuck between my teeth.
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