Amherst Part 4
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I switched jobs after saying good bye to Flamenco Beach. While my new job had some field work as part of my responsibilities, it was bureaucratic in essence. Fortunately, traveling was heavily involved.
Two years forward, I had been assigned to work at Buffalo, New York, and was staying at a motel in the Town of Amherst. After three months, I had already been to most of the sites of interest in the city area and the Niagara region. I had already photographed about every angle of the Niagara Falls from both, the US and Canadian side.
It was a Sunday, but it was raining copiously, so instead of visiting the Falls again, I decided to take a quick shower and go to the Galleria Mall to watch Meet the Parents.
Walking to my rented vehicle, I saw a couple of Hartley-Davidson bikes parked next to the car. I quickly admired them, but since it was still raining, I hurriedly stepped into the car.
Once in the vehicle, I realized that I still had some of the grocery bags in it from my morning trip to the market. After considering it for a second, I finally decided that I did not want to leave any valuables in the car at the mall parking, so I took all five bags out of the car and the huge box of detergent.
I was juggling with the box and the bags on my hands when I noticed some one behind me.
I heard someone say “Good afternoon, buddy!”
“Hi there!” I replied with my usual smile automatically.
When I turned around, the biker owners had just come out of the motel’s front desk and were right behind me. They had just checked in and were now picking up their belongings from their bikes.
They both were big guys with huge bellies. The larger man was definitely an inch or two taller than me (I am six feet tall). He wore a black bandana with light brown locks hanging out of his temples, a black Motorhead long-sleeve t-shirt, long cargo pants, black boots and had a pretty sour face. He gave me a serious, creepy stare and scanned my body from head to toe. Then, he hurriedly grabbed his things and walked away from the rain towards the stairs without saying anything.
The other one, which I quickly assumed was the nice one, looked more relaxed. He had a clean shaven head, three ear rings in each ear, a white Harley Davidson long sleeve t-shirt under a black leather vest, short-to-the-knee jeans and black boots.
“Need me any help?” the nicer biker said when he saw how I was shuffling the bags and the box.
“Don’t worry, I can han…” I began replying when he darted forward and caught the detergent box, which was already falling off from under my arm. .
“Yeah, right” he said with a smirk. “Don’t worry, buddy, I got it… Go on, I’ll follow you”
”Well… thanks!” was all I could say. I turned around and started walking to my room. “This way”
We went up the stairs and into the hallway, where I noticed the other biker was already entering their room, two doors down from mine. I was carrying many bags when we arrived to my door, but I did not want to distract biker any longer.
So I said: “Don’t worry. You can leave that box on the floor. I’ll take it from here. Truly appreciated”
“Sure, buddy” said the biker with a chuckle. He placing the box on the floor.
Suddenly, the biker stepped right behind me and put his right hand in my pocket.
I opened my eyes in alarm. What was this guy doing? Was he going to rob me?
But the instant I was about to elbow him away, I felt how his hand took advantage of the looseness of my cargo shorts pockets, and began plucking my groin line and caressing my inner leg.
I froze. A shiver ran up my spine. What was this doing? I was totally confused. Instead of robbing me, he was actually rubbing me.
I hesitated. And not reacting immediately, apparently, I encouraged him to pluck and caress some more. Then, he grabbed the base of my genitals and gently squeezed. Finally, he skillfully cupped my balls, giving them a swift rub and squeeze, and that was all it took to disarm me.
A part of me wanted to push him away and punch him. Instead, I was dominated by the other part of me that liked it. I couldn’t believe I was allowing this stranger to take advantage of me like that, but memories of previous similar experiences ran through my mind and I admit that I wanted to see where all this was going. Besides, it had been a long time since I had been with a man.
The biker kept rubbing softly my delicate parts while I just stood motionless in front of my room door with the grocery bags on my hands. He continued his very improper frisk session of me perhaps for a good minute. But his fondling felt so good. My eagerness only kept growing. By instinct, I closed my eyes, and allowed my body to lean on his. My head tilted and landed on his shoulder.
Noticing that I was obviously not posing any resistance, my new friend began sneaking his left hand through the rear part of the waist of my pants until it was firmly planted on my right ass cheek. He squeezed it hard.
I should have been scared. And I was. I felt it was all happening so fast. I had somewhat forgotten how good it felt to be completely objectified by a stranger; a male stranger. I did not move my body, except to turn my face towards his. With certain subtlety, I moistened my lips.
“You like this, doncha?” The biker whispered swiftly in my ear.
“Yes” was all that I could produce, although barely audible.
“Did you just showered? You smell good”
“Yes, I did”
At that instant, the biker immediately materialized the room key out of my pocket and opened the door. I was still a bit confused and dizzy from all his teasing when he quickly rushed me into the room.
We stepped inside the room and before I realized what was going on, I had dropped the bags on the floor next to the bed, neither he nor me was wearing our shirts anymore, my cargo shorts had dropped to my ankles, and I had my arms around the biker’s neck and was already making out with him next to my bed. His tongue was delightfully dancing with mine.
While kissing with the biker, I took off my shoes and kicked them away along with my cargo pants, leaving me wearing nothing but my green Brazilian-cut briefs and my sox.
Our lips locked tight. Our tongues twirled inside our welled up mouths. His breath tasted of beer and cigarette. His goatee scratched my freshly shaven face. He smelled like he had not taken a shower in a day or two. His strong hands clasped my ass cheeks forcefully as he pressed our bodies together. My shirtless chest smothered against his bulky, hairy torso, but it felt really good.
Our pelvises grinded. I could feel my throbbing dick already trying to rip through the synthetic fabric of my briefs. The swollen bulge inside the biker’s jeans was fighting to connect with mine as well. One of his hands eventually released my ass cheek and made space between us to cup my crotch. He squeezed gently; I moaned. I reciprocated by rubbing the bulging crotch of his pants.
He rolled his kissing to my cheek and onto my neck as he reached inside my briefs. His callous, manly hands made direct contact with the tender skin of my very hard dick, which he immediately started to tease.
He jacked me off good. He had a hard and firm grip, and yet he knew the right speed and tightness to release delicious waves of pleasure throughout my phallic skin. A few more strokes like that, and I would have come right then and there. But I could tell he had other plans for me.
He finally pulled my dick out of my briefs. Unexpectedly, he slowly dropped down to his knees. He intensely smelled and kissed my torso while dragging down my undies at the same time and helping me getting them off. As my totally naked body (other than my socks) stood before him, his deep breathing, his rough beard, and his lips and tongue tickled my skin. I could feel his nose vacuuming my ribs, belly and groin, and his tongue tasting my body contours and folds.
He made me raise my right knee on top of the bed. He lifted my sack and probed my inseam with his nose like a horny dog anxiously looking for his mating bitch. He began licking my balls at the same time he started rubbing my dick; but soon, he was slobbering my perineum and behind my sack. He reached as far back as my ass crack, and flickered my quivering ass hole with his tongue while still jacking me off.
It felt so good. I turned my face to the ceiling, closed my eyes and moaned. After about a minute of this, he returned his snout back to the front to kiss and lick my balls again. Eventually, his lips engulfed to my dick and started servicing me orally so I put my right foot back on the floor. His hands grabbed my ass cheeks forcefully. He kept impaling his own face with my hard on.
I was beginning to tense. He was me to the brink, but I did not reach climax. Once his cock-hunger was somewhat satiated, he stood up, and again we kissed. I was a bit annoyed, but he seemed in a frenzy of lust, for which I was happy to play along. We frenched each other madly as he continued jerking me off.
Two years forward, I had been assigned to work at Buffalo, New York, and was staying at a motel in the Town of Amherst. After three months, I had already been to most of the sites of interest in the city area and the Niagara region. I had already photographed about every angle of the Niagara Falls from both, the US and Canadian side.
It was a Sunday, but it was raining copiously, so instead of visiting the Falls again, I decided to take a quick shower and go to the Galleria Mall to watch Meet the Parents.
Walking to my rented vehicle, I saw a couple of Hartley-Davidson bikes parked next to the car. I quickly admired them, but since it was still raining, I hurriedly stepped into the car.
Once in the vehicle, I realized that I still had some of the grocery bags in it from my morning trip to the market. After considering it for a second, I finally decided that I did not want to leave any valuables in the car at the mall parking, so I took all five bags out of the car and the huge box of detergent.
I was juggling with the box and the bags on my hands when I noticed some one behind me.
I heard someone say “Good afternoon, buddy!”
“Hi there!” I replied with my usual smile automatically.
When I turned around, the biker owners had just come out of the motel’s front desk and were right behind me. They had just checked in and were now picking up their belongings from their bikes.
They both were big guys with huge bellies. The larger man was definitely an inch or two taller than me (I am six feet tall). He wore a black bandana with light brown locks hanging out of his temples, a black Motorhead long-sleeve t-shirt, long cargo pants, black boots and had a pretty sour face. He gave me a serious, creepy stare and scanned my body from head to toe. Then, he hurriedly grabbed his things and walked away from the rain towards the stairs without saying anything.
The other one, which I quickly assumed was the nice one, looked more relaxed. He had a clean shaven head, three ear rings in each ear, a white Harley Davidson long sleeve t-shirt under a black leather vest, short-to-the-knee jeans and black boots.
“Need me any help?” the nicer biker said when he saw how I was shuffling the bags and the box.
“Don’t worry, I can han…” I began replying when he darted forward and caught the detergent box, which was already falling off from under my arm. .
“Yeah, right” he said with a smirk. “Don’t worry, buddy, I got it… Go on, I’ll follow you”
”Well… thanks!” was all I could say. I turned around and started walking to my room. “This way”
We went up the stairs and into the hallway, where I noticed the other biker was already entering their room, two doors down from mine. I was carrying many bags when we arrived to my door, but I did not want to distract biker any longer.
So I said: “Don’t worry. You can leave that box on the floor. I’ll take it from here. Truly appreciated”
“Sure, buddy” said the biker with a chuckle. He placing the box on the floor.
Suddenly, the biker stepped right behind me and put his right hand in my pocket.
I opened my eyes in alarm. What was this guy doing? Was he going to rob me?
But the instant I was about to elbow him away, I felt how his hand took advantage of the looseness of my cargo shorts pockets, and began plucking my groin line and caressing my inner leg.
I froze. A shiver ran up my spine. What was this doing? I was totally confused. Instead of robbing me, he was actually rubbing me.
I hesitated. And not reacting immediately, apparently, I encouraged him to pluck and caress some more. Then, he grabbed the base of my genitals and gently squeezed. Finally, he skillfully cupped my balls, giving them a swift rub and squeeze, and that was all it took to disarm me.
A part of me wanted to push him away and punch him. Instead, I was dominated by the other part of me that liked it. I couldn’t believe I was allowing this stranger to take advantage of me like that, but memories of previous similar experiences ran through my mind and I admit that I wanted to see where all this was going. Besides, it had been a long time since I had been with a man.
The biker kept rubbing softly my delicate parts while I just stood motionless in front of my room door with the grocery bags on my hands. He continued his very improper frisk session of me perhaps for a good minute. But his fondling felt so good. My eagerness only kept growing. By instinct, I closed my eyes, and allowed my body to lean on his. My head tilted and landed on his shoulder.
Noticing that I was obviously not posing any resistance, my new friend began sneaking his left hand through the rear part of the waist of my pants until it was firmly planted on my right ass cheek. He squeezed it hard.
I should have been scared. And I was. I felt it was all happening so fast. I had somewhat forgotten how good it felt to be completely objectified by a stranger; a male stranger. I did not move my body, except to turn my face towards his. With certain subtlety, I moistened my lips.
“You like this, doncha?” The biker whispered swiftly in my ear.
“Yes” was all that I could produce, although barely audible.
“Did you just showered? You smell good”
“Yes, I did”
At that instant, the biker immediately materialized the room key out of my pocket and opened the door. I was still a bit confused and dizzy from all his teasing when he quickly rushed me into the room.
We stepped inside the room and before I realized what was going on, I had dropped the bags on the floor next to the bed, neither he nor me was wearing our shirts anymore, my cargo shorts had dropped to my ankles, and I had my arms around the biker’s neck and was already making out with him next to my bed. His tongue was delightfully dancing with mine.
While kissing with the biker, I took off my shoes and kicked them away along with my cargo pants, leaving me wearing nothing but my green Brazilian-cut briefs and my sox.
Our lips locked tight. Our tongues twirled inside our welled up mouths. His breath tasted of beer and cigarette. His goatee scratched my freshly shaven face. He smelled like he had not taken a shower in a day or two. His strong hands clasped my ass cheeks forcefully as he pressed our bodies together. My shirtless chest smothered against his bulky, hairy torso, but it felt really good.
Our pelvises grinded. I could feel my throbbing dick already trying to rip through the synthetic fabric of my briefs. The swollen bulge inside the biker’s jeans was fighting to connect with mine as well. One of his hands eventually released my ass cheek and made space between us to cup my crotch. He squeezed gently; I moaned. I reciprocated by rubbing the bulging crotch of his pants.
He rolled his kissing to my cheek and onto my neck as he reached inside my briefs. His callous, manly hands made direct contact with the tender skin of my very hard dick, which he immediately started to tease.
He jacked me off good. He had a hard and firm grip, and yet he knew the right speed and tightness to release delicious waves of pleasure throughout my phallic skin. A few more strokes like that, and I would have come right then and there. But I could tell he had other plans for me.
He finally pulled my dick out of my briefs. Unexpectedly, he slowly dropped down to his knees. He intensely smelled and kissed my torso while dragging down my undies at the same time and helping me getting them off. As my totally naked body (other than my socks) stood before him, his deep breathing, his rough beard, and his lips and tongue tickled my skin. I could feel his nose vacuuming my ribs, belly and groin, and his tongue tasting my body contours and folds.
He made me raise my right knee on top of the bed. He lifted my sack and probed my inseam with his nose like a horny dog anxiously looking for his mating bitch. He began licking my balls at the same time he started rubbing my dick; but soon, he was slobbering my perineum and behind my sack. He reached as far back as my ass crack, and flickered my quivering ass hole with his tongue while still jacking me off.
It felt so good. I turned my face to the ceiling, closed my eyes and moaned. After about a minute of this, he returned his snout back to the front to kiss and lick my balls again. Eventually, his lips engulfed to my dick and started servicing me orally so I put my right foot back on the floor. His hands grabbed my ass cheeks forcefully. He kept impaling his own face with my hard on.
I was beginning to tense. He was me to the brink, but I did not reach climax. Once his cock-hunger was somewhat satiated, he stood up, and again we kissed. I was a bit annoyed, but he seemed in a frenzy of lust, for which I was happy to play along. We frenched each other madly as he continued jerking me off.
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