�BIKE WEEK BLOWJOB�

There were about 500 Harley Davidsons already in the parking lot when Dave and I wheeled in. It was 11 a.m. and already the temperature was almost 90 degrees, extra warm for the month of May, even for South Carolina. I hadn�t worn a shirt at all during the 4 days we had been there, and at night just wore a black leather jacket. I thought it was a sexy look and some of the biker babes seemed to agree- some were older than my mother! I think they thought they were �embarrassing� me, little did they know that I really get off by being looked at��

Dave commented that this young kid kept walking past us and checking me out. I didn�t take him seriously at first. Dave ALWAYS thinks that anytime someone looks at one of us. After about 20 minutes, however, I realized he was dead up serious this time. This kid was young, 16 years old I learned later. I didn�t think too much of it at the time, although it seemed wherever I looked this kid was there STARING at me. Let me make this clear- I don�t think that I�m �God�s Gift to the World� although I do know that many people find me attractive and that pleases me.

These biker conventions are great, but the biker to restroom ratio is always like 100 to 1, so I tried to find an inconspicuous spot to take a leak. Instead of standing in a line with 20 guys waiting to take a piss, I walked about 50 yards to an old warehouse behind the parking lot. I �watered� and probably killed a little pine tree and when I turned around the kid was standing about 50 feet away watching me. I awkwardly waved and he walked toward me. He was a cute kid, thin and waif like with long brown hair that fell over his forehead. He asked me if I wanted to smoke a Blunt and I agreed; more out of devilish curiosity than anything else. He suggested that we walk a little further to an abandoned motel, so no one would smell the smoke. I was actually more interested in what else this kid had to offer. Ole �Spike� stirred slightly in my jeans.




We walked around the back of the motel and I snapped a few photos. Old boarded up buildings carry a weird fascination for me. The kid pulled away a corner of a sheet of plywood that covered a doorway so that there was just enough room to squeeze in. We walked down a short hall and into a room. He lit the �Blunt� and I took one hit and then pretended to inhale a la Clinton the next few times he passed it to me. I�m no saint, but getting high at noon isn�t my thing. He started getting real talkative, as stoned people usually do. He asked where I was from, how old I was, if the Harley mine and did I have a girlfriend (the common lead in line) He was either really high or felt comfortable enough to open up and tell me that he �thought� he might be gay, that he thought he was skinny and ugly, that he got picked on a lot in school, and that both his parents were drunks. This poor kid had like a 0 self esteem rating. I was an overweight kid myself until I lost 60 lbs the summer before my freshman year of high school, so. I could sympathize with this poor kid. Personally, I didn�t think he was ugly at all; he had this Harry Potter look that I found strangely appealing. I told him that Dave and I were very gay-friendly, an understatement for sure, and that I enjoyed being with girls and guys.

For a moment the two of us stood there staring at each other and I reached out and brushed his long hair out of his face. I told him that I thought he was very cute, and he smiled. I took a step toward him and his eyes widened as I wrapped my arm around his back and pulled him close. I took one long look into his wanting young teenage eyes and planted my lips firmly against his and began kissing him passionately. My tongue sought out his and then every inch of his mouth that tasted like bubble gum. I began to kiss his neck as I slowly unbuttoned his shirt and sought out a nipple which I began to rub gently.

He moaned softly, and I could feel a hard and surprisingly large lump in his shorts as he began to grind his crotch against my thigh. I slid his shirt off and it fell to the floor. I licked and kissed his wonderfully smooth chest and slowly slid my hand into his shorts. He let out a short gasp as I gave his young cock a firm squeeze. I took his hand and placed it on my crotch so he could feel my own raging hard on. He began to rub his hand over it as I continued to kiss and lick his torso. My cock was aching for some attention so I took a step back and glanced down at my tented jeans and told him to �check it out�. I always leave the button of my jeans undone. He slowly pulled down my zipper and my cock suddenly sprang up pointing skyward.





I looked into his beautiful eyes and placed my hands on his shoulders and firmly pushed him to a kneeling position. In a flash he was on my cock, sucking it way too fast, a true sign of inexperience. I told him to do it slowly, which he did, and I began to coach him determined to get exactly what I wanted. I instructed him to lick the shaft up and down, teasing it with his tongue, and then take it back into his mouth for a few moments. He really got into licking and sucking on my balls, something I love to have done to me. I pulled him to his feet, freed his own cock from his shorts, and kissed him some more.
�Is that what you wanted?� I asked.
He nodded.
�Do you think I�ve taught you enough so that you can get back down there and make me REAL happy that I met you today?�
Again he nodded and dropped to his knees.

This kid then began to give me a custom, made to order, Christmas Wish List blowjob that I will never forget. He was a fast learner and retained every little thing I�d told him that I liked done to me. He seemed to take great pleasure in pleasing me. I leaned back against the wall and he sucked my cock slowly and every so often would lick up and down it and then suck on my sweat drenched balls. His hot wet young mouth was soon bobbing on my cock once again. I firmly grasped his head and pulled my red hot cock out of his mouth and then slowly guided it back in and then out and then in again; keeping this process up for quite awhile. This seemed to turn my young friend on quite a bit and he began to moan louder with each forward thrust of my cock into his willing, waiting mouth. His saliva mingled with my sweat and the delicious blend began to drip from my balls. Every so often when my cock was fully inside his mouth I would pull his head forward forcing my cock into his hot throat. He reached up and gently rubbed my balls while I face fucked him and I threw my head back and let out a low deep moan.

�Does that feel good?� he asked looking up at me with wide innocent eyes.
�You�re the best!� I answered.
He flashed a smile like he�d just gotten an A+ on his report card. I released his head from my firm grasp and decided to see what he could do free style. He sucked on my cock like an expert, as if he�d been born to do this and this alone. I was really starting to get into it by now, moaning louder, and keenly aware that pretty soon my cock was going to explode with a torrent of hot cum.

I�ve never been one to ask someone if they �swallow�- I just make sure they know it�s on the way and let them decide for themselves.
�I�m getting close. Suck it a little bit faster.� I whispered.
My young friend complied and continued playing with my balls at the same time. By now he had figured out how to swallow my big cock on his own, and every so often would let it bottom out in his throat. He�d then resume sucking up and down while flicking his tongue all over my cock. At this point I felt so good that I was trying to hold back and make this incredible head last as long as I possibly could, but suddenly I felt my cock pulse and harden even more as it does just before I spray my load.

�Aw shit, I�m cuuuuuummmmming� I bellowed as my body jerked forward and I felt the first burst of cum explode from the head of my cock. Over and over I pumped what seemed like an endless load into the kid�s mouth. He startled for a moment, as if surprised by the river of cum that was flooding his mouth. I gasped and shuddered for a few moments as the endorphins dissipated and my head cleared somewhat. I looked down and my young friend was motionless with my drained cock still in his mouth. He appeared to be unsure of what to do next. I gently pulled my cock from his mouth and could tell that he still had my entire load in his mouth. I pulled him to his feet.
�Spit it in my hand.� I said.
I was amazed not only at the volume of the load I�d just spilled, but that he managed to keep it all in his mouth.



With my own cock still dripping the remnants of my huge load I pushed my little teenaged lover against the wall and began passionately kissing his mouth, neck, and chest. He moaned softly, almost a whimper. Then I reached down with my cum filled hand and began to slowly jerk him off. He began to writhe and moan and then he grabbed my face and began deeply tongue kissing me. I stroked his young cock faster and faster and suddenly his back arched and he let out a loud deep moan as he shot a load that was nothing short of extraordinary.
The first burst of his pent up boy load shot at least 10 or 12 feet across the room. To this day I have NEVER seen anything like it. His young body shuddered as his cock pumped out 4 more bursts. He sighed deeply and sank back against the wall. I looked up and his eyes looked STARTLED, like he�d just woken up in the Land of OZ.

He managed a �Thanks, man� and we silently got ourselves back in order. I find it funny that some of the hottest sex sessions end with little or no dialogue.

We made our way outside and I quickly wrote down my address and phone number and asked if I could take a picture of him, to which he reluctantly agreed.

I explained that I was leaving the next day. This seemed to sadden him. I told him that he was a great kid and that was one of the best times I�d ever had. That cheered him up a little. We then said our goodbyes.
He walked across the open grassy field that was basked in the glow of the afternoon sun, turned around once to wave, and then disappeared into the woods in the distance.

One year later-almost to the day, I received a funny note card in the mail from him.
He told me that he�d met a boy his own age and that they were �seriously� into each other.
He�d started working out and had added 15 lbs to his thin body.
He said his mother sobered up and threw out his drunken father, and that he�d rose up righteous and beat the living shit out of one of his tormenters at school, thus ending the entire bullying problem.
At the end of the card he wrote a funny comment about how orally talented his friend thought he was.

I KNEW I should have majored in Education���..

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