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I think back to the day I’d met Jason; it was at one of the biker rallies that I attend through the riding season. I say ‘season’ because where I reside it gets bitterly cold and the ground snow covered for slightly less than half the calendar year. That being said, one must make the most of the good weather if motorcycles are a passion to which you subscribe. For example, can you imagine Sturgis being held in the middle of January? I was standing looking at the bike that was parked next to my own and I remember suddenly sensing someone standing nearby admiring the same machine. He was shorter and slimmer than my five foot ten inch, two-hundred pound frame; his long hair was a sharp contrast to my shaved head. He didn’t look like he was dressed to ride, but then for all I knew, he was here for the weekend. We exchanged the normal small talk and when he asked where I lived we discovered our houses were just over an hour apart… small world. He flipped me a scrap of paper with his email on it and said I should write him sometime. I tucked it into my jeans and dismissed him quickly, my attention drawn towards a trio of lovely young ladies who were strolling by. Two of the women were dark haired beauties, but the third… the redhead with bright blue eyes; she held my attention. The girls and I exchanged playful banter until the two brunettes began strolling away once more, but as their friend told them, “I’ll catch up with you later,” I felt my luck had definitely taken a turn for the better. She and I quickly escalated to erotic flirting, each sentence from our mouths becoming bolder than the last as our bodies danced without music. Finally, with her long thin fingers squeezing my forearm, she said, “So, are you gonna offer to give me a ride on your Harley or not?” Ten minutes later we could be found outside of town, racing down a country highway that would inevitably lead us to my hotel room where this smoldering redhead took me for several long, hard rides, cowgirl-style! The sex was hot and amazing; we both spent hours trying to wear the other out until we collapsed in a heap atop the sheets. Later, in the shower, I ate her sore pussy until she called out and tore the shower curtain. Sometime that night, she phoned her friends and soon after, they arrived to pick her up. But I digress; that is not the story in which I am here to tell. * * * A week or so after that rally I was back at home and came across that wrinkled note; one thing lend to another and before long I had sent Jason an email. I figured it might be nice to have another friend to shoot the breeze with about motorcycles, guns, girls and other ‘guy’ stuff… Had I known where it would lead, I’m quite sure I’d have thrown away his information and never gave it a second thought. It was one of those cold winter days where Jason had come over to help me work on my Jeep. Actually he wasn’t very mechanically inclined and did little more than hand me tools and talk while I worked, but it was better than being alone. I learned that the reason he sounded naive was one, because he’d lead a fairly sheltered life still living with his old man, and two because he was younger than myself. At thirty five, I thought of myself as ‘getting old’ and considered him a ‘young pup’ because he was eleven years younger. After the hood was slammed closed and the tools put away, we went in for a beer and decided to watch a movie on cable that he had said was a good one. It was on the Sci-Fi channel so I was all for it, and while I thought the plot was thin, I let him think I’d liked it enough. The really weird part about the movie was where these two guys alsancak escort kissed each other, passionately. Although there wasn’t any sex between them, I got up and grabbed us another beer while Jason watched intently. As the credits rolled up the screen, we were sitting on my sofa chatting about the movie and Jason asked me what I’d thought about the scene where the two guys made out. “It doesn’t do anything for me,” I told him. “Now that part where the two girls and the guy were going at it, you know… just before the enemy broke in and slaughtered them… now that was hot!” “Yeah,” he said, “Those scenes do get my blood pumping.” I misunderstood him at that point; I thought he was referring to the scene with the two chicks and the dude, where I had said it was ‘hot’ and I was commenting on that when I next said, “Yeah, I was starting to get hard watching it… guess I need to get laid or jack off or something, eh?” Truthfully, my lap was slightly tented from thinking about the three-some scene and I had begun to think about hitting a tavern in search of some pussy after Jason went home. In the moment that I turned my head, picked up the remote and flipped on the channel guide to see what was coming on next, Jason slid over towards me and before I knew what was happening I felt his hand near my lap, his fingers just an inch or two from wrapping around my semi-rigid cock! In my ears I heard him say, “I could, umm…take care of that for you.” When I think back to that moment, I still wonder why I didn’t push him away, or jump off the sofa, or smash his face in with my fists until he was a bloody mess. For whatever reason, I looked into his eyes and saw a look that I’d seen many, many times before. Only when I’d previously seen that look, it was on the face of a woman. Now here that look was on a guy’s face; his eyes filled with that look of lustful yearning and excitement as I felt him fondle my hard-on! It was then that I thought about my physical reaction to his stimulation. I’m not going to tell you it didn’t feel good because it did. Jason was stroking my cock lightly and it was having the desired effect on me as I realized I was quickly getting harder by the second. But this was a guy, I thought…’and I’m not gay’ my brain screamed inside my skull. Then the inevitable happened, I stood up and quickly backed away from him while telling him to go home, loudly. He looked heartbroken, but stood and quickly made his escape. As I watched him drive away, I reached down and felt my aching cock through my pants, realizing how hard I still was. ‘Was I about to let him give me a blow-job’ I thought to myself? I was still thinking about what had just happened while I stepped to my computer and brought up a favorite porn site, quickly playing one of my favorite films as I released my fat sausage into my fist. I stroked myself to an amazing orgasm, all the while watching the skinny, large breasted strawberry blond bent over a table getting fucked from behind. I couldn’t stop a mental image of Jason’s lusty-eyed look flashing through my mind, the way he’d licked his moist lips… and God help me, but it made me cum that much more! * * * The weeks that followed that day when Jason touched me were some of the strangest in my life. I refused to email him for two weeks, which was our normal form of communication, even though he had written me a couple of times. It was during that time that I went from a period of denial about my excitement from what had happened, to one of a curious acceptance of it. I began to look into things I’d never before given much thought, telling alsancak escort bayan myself it was ‘research’ and nothing more. The types of scenarios that turned me on most were ones where I was with a man who was Submissive in nature and allowed my Dominant side to prevail throughout the time we would be together. There were plenty of combinations to fuel the erotic fire; from Master and slave to Teacher having what some would call a slim size for a guy. What turned me on was when he explained that his secret desire was to be completely submissive towards another man he was having a sexual relationship with. I didn’t know if he was just flirting with me or not, but he mentioned more than once how he was attracted to men who were taller and huskier than he was. Perhaps it was the sadistic side of my brain rising to the surface, but suddenly I felt the urge to tease and taunt him. I began to stroke myself as I fantasized about an anonymous babe’s tongue running around the large, bulbous mushroom that sat atop my stiff prick until I was rock hard and then I reached for my Nikon. In one shot I held a ruler next to my thick cock so he could see that I was over eight inches long and in another he could see the curved shape of my tool. I uploaded them and wrote him an email returning the favor of the photos, asking him if he’d let me know his opinion of mine. From that day on he told me that he’d do anything I wished and let me do anything to him I could think of or wanted to try, in order to service my cock. After suggesting he wear tight blue jeans the next time we saw each other, he answered back ‘anything else’, without missing a beat. I told him that I wanted him to dress in heels, silk panties I knew if I was doing it to my Jeep it would be a pain in the ass to do so alone. A couple of hours later and his pin-head neighbors could stop crying about the noisy truck. His father told Jason to go get us a couple cold beers and then remarked how he wished the kid was more mechanically inclined, but that he hoped Jason would find his niche’ someday. I shook his callused hand and watched his father disappear down the driveway, the vehicle as quiet as a mouse. Leaning against the workbench I concentrated on finishing my beer, listening to Jason talk about how his dad was getting older by the minute and how much he appreciated me helping him out. Then I saw he was modeling new jeans for me that fit him like a second skin; when he knew I’d noticed, he turned his back on me, looked over his right shoulder and said, “Well? Is this what you meant?” “Yeah, that’s what I meant,” I told him as I tilted my head back and gulped down the rest of my beer. When I saw he’d turned back to face me and stood looking in the general direction of my belt buckle, I felt my heart pound inside my chest. Almost as if in a dream, not sure if I was more nervous than he but set on playing my part, I began by asking, “You like what you see, boy?” “Yes.” “Then get your ass over here.” As I contemplated the unfolding scene, I watched him drop down onto his knees. I watched him do so without question, his eyes never leaving the large bulge that grew just beneath my light blue briefs. “Rub it, Jason.” In no time I was straining against the thin cotton fabric, so I took a deep breath and told him to drop my shorts. When my hard cock sprang forth from the confining underwear, it bobbed slightly in front of his face and I watched his eyes widen. “You wanted the chance to go down on me, boy, so here’s your chance,” I hoarsely said as I glanced towards the open garage door and back Escort alsancak again. “Go on, blow me,” I told him. I leaned back against the workbench, not so much for comfort as for stability. My cock twitched when his hand cupped my sack and jerked when his fingers slowly slid around the circumference of my shaft, but when I watched him lean forward to kiss the tip of my prick it took every ounce of self-control not to grab the back of his head and shove it down his throat. His tongue slid from between his dry lips and tentatively tasted my leaking pre-cum. I realized my eyes were shut and opened them to watch the show, coaxing him along with my words. “Put it inside your mouth and suck it,” I began, “Yes, like that. Now see how much you can take, baby,” I said. He seemed to respond to my dirty talk as he began to bob his head up and down, slowly sucking on the front half of my throbbing cock. The slurping noises he made seemed very loud but I was certain it was more likely because of the situation and my acute senses. Every minute I kept hearing noises that made me think someone was going to catch us, but no one ever did. “When I cum, you’re going to swallow my fuckin’ seed,” I hissed as I felt my nuts tightening. “You hear me?” When he nodded his head quickly, the head of my cock bounced at the back of his throat, causing me to feel my crown begin to expand. Knowing I was near the point of no return, and knowing he’d be made aware of it soon enough, I held fast to the bench with one hand while grasping for his long hair with the other. My fingers twisted his long locks between them, holding his face onto my shaft as I said, “Here it goes, baby. Now be a good little slut and take your Daddy’s cream.” “OH Christ,” I bellowed as I forced more of my tool into his throat. And then…just as doubt entered my mind, I felt his muscles moving. His throat working as God intended it to do so…my sperm sliding down to fill his belly. I loosened my grip on his hair slightly and watched as he pushed six of the eight inches of tube-steak down his throat, a gurgling sound coming from his throat as he milked every last drop from my cock! With a plop I pulled my dick from him, hearing his gasps as he relaxed to the floor. We both panted for a few minutes, my cock barely softening and Jason barely looking away from it. I buckled my belt and helped him to his feet, before I gave him a lame excuse and rode off down the road. Later that night as I sat in my favorite bar sipping strong whiskey, I couldn’t help but think about how much I’d enjoyed my latest blowjob, but what really stuck in my head was how long I remained hard after I’d departed. Heck, I was getting stiff now just reliving it in the privacy of my mind. The bartender who knew me by name walked by and said, “I’ve seen that look before.” “Huh? What do you mean,” I asked. “Its girl trouble, ain’t it? You look like you’ve got trouble with a friend, my friend.” I motioned for another drink and said, “You’re close, but you don’t know the half of it.” I watched him make me the third drink that night, knowing he wasn’t the person to talk to about the mixed feelings I was having. But then, who was? * * * During the next week or so, Jason and I chatted daily and of course he referred to our rendezvous in his father’s garage often. I admitted to him that it had been very hot and still got me hard when I thought about it. Every day he’d ask when we could get together again, to continue exploring our fantasies, but I was playing hard-to-get and put him off each time. I decided to give him some ground rules, the first of which was that we’d only get physical when I initiated it; he was never to make the first move. He understood my wishes and promised that he would adhere to them, just as long as I promised that we would someday do it again. Sensing an underlying urgency in him, I wondered if he’d be able to allow me to control that side of our relationship.
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