A Chance Bi-Pick-up |
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A Chance Bi-Pick-up I had been feeling pretty horny after the day''s conference. I had been three days away from home and the work had been intense. It would be another couple of days before I got home. After dinner I walked around the city for awhile. I needed relief and was trying to decide what to do. I knew that I could not get to sleep unless I could get off. Should I go back to the room and wank off? That wouldn't be quite enough - I wanted to have some erotic stimulation that would build excitement for a while so I wouldn't feel so empty after a quick jack-off. I decide to go to a nearby arcade a couple of blocks from the hotel. It was one of those places with booths where you drop quarters in the slot and watch porno movies. I had been there before. It was a good quick way to get off when away from home. I usually went from booth to booth as the heat built up, and after about four booths, I would be so hot that I would come in the booth. The management was good enough to have Kleenex in every booth. As I moved out of the first booth with a half hard cock that was still in my pants, to my shock there was a distinguished looking guy coming out of the booth across from mine. He was shopping from booth to booth as I was, but he had not bothered to cover his cock. It was standing straight out of his fly - I guessed about seven inches and fully hard. He looked startled as I was about the sudden encounter. At first he put his hand down as if to cover himself, but then smiled and passed on to the next booth. When I went into the next booth, all I could think of was that beautiful hard cock sticking out of his pants, and how bold he was to walk around like that. That scene was far more exciting than what was flickering on the video screen. As the movie flickered on, I wasn't aware of the screen action. My mind had flashed back to my teen age buddy with whom I learned to masturbate. He had given me my first orgasm, as a matter of fact. At age 12, I didn't know anything about sex. He was 14 and one day when we were playing in our favorite barn, he grabbed me between the legs and asked if I liked to play with that thing. I was shocked and confused but strangely excited. I asked what he meant. He quickly learned how ignorant I was, but he also felt my little dick getting hard. I was amazed at the growing good feeling and the hardness of my tool as he opened my pants and pulled it out. For the first time I saw my cock fully hard and sticking straight out. As he stroked it up and down, I thought this is really pretty great. He brought out his cock, quite large compared to mine, and showed me how he pumped the skin up and down on its shaft. He placed my hand on his prick , as he shifted his stroke to mine. It kept feeling better and better, until I had this fantastic feeling as I came in my first orgasm which was dry but still it was the finest feeling I had ever known. I liked also the wonderful feeling of his cock as I continued to pump him. I knew something else was supposed to happen and it did with several squirts of white sticky stuff that shot up almost as high as my chin. It felt so slick as I continued to pump him as he began to get soft. In the days and months ahead, my friend and I had almost daily get together in our barn and learned all the good feeling that could come from our dicks. In a couple of months, I was proudly squirting too. We had three years of happy wanking before I moved away. All, all these memories flashed through my mind in a few seconds. As I turned to go out of the booth a second time, I realized that the memory of the hard cock across the aisle was far more exciting than the big tits on the tiny screen in the booth. As I moved on to the third booth, the guy with the big dick moved out of his second booth, cock still hard as ever. This time we both smiled and I heard myself saying, "That is a very beautiful cock you have there; Why don't we get out of here and see if we can enjoy these hard things in a bit more privacy." "Why not?" he said as he tried to push his hardness back into his fly. Out on the sidewalk, I said, "I''ve never done anything like this before except when I was a teenager. Seeing your cock like that, I remembered when my boy friend and I jacked off together. I got the idea that we might be boys again and do that." He indicated that he had similar thoughts. "What do you suggest?" he said. "My hotel is only few block away. Why don't we go there?" I suggested that if either of us got cold feet we could still back out, but I thought it would be great fun. On the way to the hotel, we got better acquainted. He lived in the suburbs, was married and had a couple of kids. Occasionally, when he worked late, he would stop off at the arcades to get a bit of raw sex to prepare him for a hot night with his wife. I suggested that we remain anonymous for the time being for the security of both of us. In the room, we were a bit uneasy. I kicked off my shoes, and said, "Perhaps it would be easier if we begin where we left off in the arcade." He chuckled and we both pulled out our hardening shafts. Anticipation was sending tingling shocks through my crotch. I immediately grabbed his very hard piece. I could tell immediately that it was longer and thicker than mine. It felt very good. We moved close and I put my cock along side of his and took them both in my hand. He did the same. After some nice fondling, we got undressed and lay on the bed facing each other. He was gorgeous - a fat 7 inches set in a sea of shiny black hair that spread almost to his belly button. A few strokes and the pre come was dripping, making both heads very slick. I slowly pulled his skin tight back against his groin so that the glans stood out shiny and dark red, almost purple. I moved my fingers around the whole thing, shaft, balls and slick head. I shared my memory from my youthful play with the friend next door. The last night we were together, I told him, we decided that we would try sucking each other. It was a hot night and we were afraid that it would not taste good. We took turns sucking but chickened out at coming in the mouth. I said that memory had fired my fantasies ever since and that now I would like to suck until it came. I was leaning close to the head of his cock then, and without reply, he turned and we went into 69, both gobbling two raging organs. He was so big that at first, I could not take him all the way down my throat. I finally relaxed and it was a thrill to feel it filling my mouth and slipping all the way down. After some slow in and out sucks, I felt that we were getting close. The feeling was beyond all that I had fantasized through the years. The soft velvety feeling combined with the cock hardness was great. I loved the way it twitched when I would squeeze hard with my sucking and scape my teeth over the gorgeous head as I pulled it out for the next big suck. Secretly, I had decided that I wanted to come first just in case, on ejaculation, he might be overwhelmed with guilt and not want to continue. It felt so wonderful as he intermittently stroked and sucked my inflamed meat. I slowed down sucking him and told him that I didn't want him to stop, but if he didn't want to take it, I would pull out. But he stuck with it, speeding up his sucking - his sucking got stronger so I felt like I was being pulled by some strong pump. Then I began to shoot. I thought my whole insides were spilling out. The first squirt startled him. He jerked but managed to handle the second shot. His mouth came loose and the last streams hit his face and his chest. I tingled all over and collapsed with my head on his thigh with his long hard thing right before my face. So he wouldn't move away, I took it in my hand and slowly moved my hand on the shaft. When I got my breath, I asked him how he was. He seemed more excited than ever. He said the taste was strange but very exciting to feel me shoot into him. I reached up and took a handful of my cum from his chest and smeared "my cum" on his shaft - that incredible smoothness of semen made his penis ever move inviting. He was roaring hot now and I felt could hardly wait for his turn. With his hand he pushed it back into my mouth. I pulled it back out just long enough to say that I was going to make him come in my mouth and that if he had any special requests he should let me know. Then I settled into a steady delicious process of making him feel it all. As he began to build to his eruption, I could feel all the organs in his crotch begin together to make it happen. From his straining throat I heard him: "O God, that's so good, don't stop! Eat it! Eat it! aaauurrggg!! His balls drew up tight, his cock sprang tight against his belly, the head swelled and got very hard, I felt the pulse at the base of his belly, and then bang - a thick shot hit the roof of my mouth. I jammed it further down my throat and the next two spurts went straight down to my belly. The head was so big, I had to back off. The rest of it began to ooze out the sides of my mouth and fall onto his thigh. I was quickly aware of the taste. It was not unlike my own that I had spread on his cock, before I took him. With my finger, I moved what remained of his cum around in my mouth, and savored its musky smell and flavor. I liked it - thought to myself - this is a very unique bit of stuff -nothing else in the universe quite like it. As he began to soften, these thoughts went through my head. This is all that my fantasies imagined and more. With tongue and lips, I pulled the last drops out of the head of his cock that was very much tamer than it had been all night. As both of us began to come back to our senses, we were unconsciously massaging the bits of slickness that were all over us now. He spoke first. "This feels strange. I have often thought about this kind of experience, but never thought I could do it. I have enjoyed my own cock so much and wondered what another cock would be like. It was pretty special to be able to do this." We spent the next half hour talking about our early experiences. He said he loved to suck his wife''s pussy, but sucking a cock was very different. We went into detail about our early jackoff times and of first fucks. After some of this talk our penises began to recover from their massive shots. As I took hold of him again, we agreed we'd like to cum one more time. There was a tang in my throat from the taste of cum; I wanted now to watch and feel his beautiful cock as it shot out into the air. It was exciting to see it rise, get hard and twitch again. His cock head was purple now. I held his balls in my left hand, and I could feel them turn and tighten as his climax approached. I came just before he did, but my attention was focused on what I had in my hand. He shot only 3 squirts this time about two inches into the air and onto my fist. With that smooth lotion, I caressed him down to a lovely soft piece of pink skin nestled in a sea of black hair on his belly, just as his hand was nursing my soft little treasure back to normalcy. He cleaned up, got dressed, thanked me for what he called his grand initiation. We agreed that we probably would not have a second encounter, since I lived so far away, but we would never forget this one. THE END Read 84380 times | Rated 80.1 % | (358 votes) Vote list (Close) : Please rate this text: |