Then he closed his eyes, flicked the light switch, and rolled over
on his side to sleep.
Anton looked towards the door at the sound, then dropped a hand
quickly to his crotch, to flatten his erection and to conceal it? His
hand gripped his weapon. Feverishly he pulled at the unfamiliar zip,
but by the time Klaudio had entered, his penis was still exposed. Anton froze.

Klaudio stood facing the bed, and smiled. With an exaggerated expression of delight, he started to point to the various parts of the
prick, repeating their names. His pointing finger got closer and
closer, but still he did not touch it. As he got very close, Anton’s
hands clutched at the surface of the bed. How long would he bear this
language lesson, before grabbing his tool and stuffing it hastily away
inside his trousers?

“Well that was good. I never came so hard as I did just then.

“Big brother knows how to treat you, Jamey…its our private
little secret…my gift to you,” I whispered and then held him
close.

“I…I dont think I can do that to you.” Jamey felt obviously
badly that he wasn’t ready to reciprocate.

“It’s okay, pal.” I reassured him. “I’d like you to jack me off
if you would…but you don’t have to.”

“No, I can do THAT…at least THAT.”

With that, Jamey’s hand reached down and he worked my dick
as he usually worked his own. I snuggled my face into his brown
hair and thought about his lovely body. When the time came, I
fished up my shirt with my feet and prepared for what was a very
intense orgasm into his hands.

Then there were
the jeans and the shorts of all sorts. One of my favorites was a pair made
with soft grey cuordoroy. There would be harder looks, but this number was
perfect for giving the sense of a kind of soft dusky strength to Jon’s
wonderful legs and strong ass. I recall snuggling up into his ass, tracing
his soft and smooth but strong thigh with my hand. Heaven! He would
press his ass down into my face and I would worship, finally pulling down
the veil covering this holy element, communing on his creamy warm bread. I
would divide it carefully and lick the length of the buttery channel,
stopping briefly to give special devotion to his immaculate wet hole.
Meanwhile he would masturbate into a silver altar goblet, turn and tip it
into my open mouth. Somehow his cum was transubstantiated in my mouth,
into a nourishing milk that made me feel at once one with him and yet
subject to his kind but mighty power.

I sold equipment that that required help to install
and hoped this might help him find a career path. George was a bright
nice looking kid, more the rugged type with his bright red hair and
green bedroom eyes. He tended to be the tough independent type guy,
yet was soft on the other hand. I never really figured sex would
be in George’s and my future. We returned from a business trip one
Friday evening and Shay was waiting at the house when we got back.

We were late boarding for the flight. I had gone from the
plane into the passenger waiting area. There I noticed him for
the first time. He was so handsome-tall, brown hair,
high-cheek boned with deep blue eyes and manly tanned face.
His moustache accented his perfect smile. Our eyes met. I
felt like a school boy who is having the first crush on his
teacher. As I walked back to the plane, I glanced back at him
only to find him looking at me, grinning like someone with a
secret he is aching to tell. I notice he was tall and well
framed, even in his business suit.

I returned to my post in the first class cabin and waited to
see if he would be seated near my position. Alas, he was not
amongst the first class group. I sighed as we closed the
doors. One of the stewardess in the aft of the economy cabin
called me to come to the rear galley. I carefully checked each
passenger as I walked down the aisle, trying to give the
appearance that I was inspecting seat belts when in reality I
was looking for him. I was perplexed as I failed to find him.
The disappointed look disappeared from my face as I walked back
towards the first class cabin. There, in seat 23 A, was my
handsome stranger.

“Excuse me,” he asked, ” but what is the flying time to
Frankfurt?” I laughed and replied with the 7 and 1/2 hour
flight time along with the complete routing that flight 66
would be taking that evening. He thanked me and as I told him
I hope i could be of service to him during the flight, he
chuckled saying, “I’m sure you will be”.

The flight finally took off with its usual 45 minute delay.
All during the meal service I kept finding excuses to walk
about the cabin to steal a glance at my friend in 23 A. When
the meal service was ended in the back, the movie began. I
brought 23A a glass of champagne. We spoke casually about this
and that, but our eyes were glued to each others during the
conversation. I was anxious for the meal service to end. It
seemed to be an eternity. All I wanted to do was be with 23A.
Finally, the service ended, the passengers were either as
soundly asleep as they could be in an airplane, except those in
First class who comfortably lounged in their sleeperette seats.
The crew was beginning to rest. I went into the bathroom to
fix appearance. I looked at my eyes in the small mirror. They
seemed to me like two brown dots that were overworked. I
combed my longish brown hair into place, even combing my
moustache. I then proceeded to 23A.

My friend was asleep in his seat. I sat next to him. The
presence of my body caused him to awaken. We spoke. I had a
great idea. I decided to give him a tour of the plane. We
walked towards the galley elevator. I saw my closest friend,
Steve, who was working the flight with me. I nodded at him and
he knew what he had to do. Meanwhile, my new friend and I went
down to the lower galley.

The lower galley no longer exists in our fleet of planes, but
oh, I tell you, I was glad we had it that day.

My companion and I entered the empty galley. The lighting was
dim. The drone of the jet engines could be heard louder than
before. We spoke without as much fear of being heard. I could
see the bulge in his suit. As we looked into each others eyes,
our lips suddenly met and we began to embrace. Our kissing
became more passionate, my tongue working against the inside of
his mouth with our lips hard pressed. THE heat of our longing
grew. I started to kiss his neck, rubbing my hand over his
crotch area. I felt his hard organ beneath his clothes. I
unbuttoned his shirt and began to suck on his erect nipples.
Slowly, I worked my way down to his pants. My hand worked his
cock out from under them. It was hard and erect. My tongue
licked the head and slowly went around the shaft. As I sucked
on his immense organ, my fingers worked their way around back
and began to tease his tight asshole. He moaned as I took his
shaft deep into my throat. “Oh, yeah,”he groaned in
excitement”uuuhhhhhhhhh…Fuck me, please, fuck me” he asked as
he moved his body in response to my work.

I stopped sucking on him and stood up, removing the last of his
clothes. He looked beautiful, standing naked in the galley. I
knew I had time as Steve was above keeping guard and would
signal me in plenty of time if there was trouble. By now my
own uniform was on the floor. He was rubbing his hands over my
hairy chest and worked them down to my cock. He knelt before
me and took my eight inch organ into his mouth, making it more
erect with each sucking movement.

I then forced him to stand again. I turned him against the
galley counter. I stretched his arms out and tied them with
some cord that was in one of the holds tightly to the counter.
His feet were spread, legs apart, and ass ready for action. I
took some butter that was handy and used it to lube his hole.
I soon positioned myself behind him and began to work my hard
cock into his waiting hole. He moaned,”slowly…ahhhh,
slowly.” As I pushed into him he began to beg me to push in
deeper, deeper, and deeper-until the full length of my shaft
was in him. I began to ram hard into his ass. My balls
slapped against his smooth, firm buns. Harder and deeper I
worked in the dim lights. Here we were, 36000 or more feet up
above the North Atlantic, fucking our brains out in the galley
of a Boeing aircraft. If the designers only knew. I wanted
him more with each movement. My body tingled in great pleasure
as my cock moved into and out of his aching lovehole. His ass
felt tight and warm as I rammed harder, almost without mercy
into his bond body. He begged me to shoot my load. As I
burned his ass with my cock, I reached my hand around and
worked his hard tool. I slowed my pace and played with the
head of his cock. This added to his own excitement. He was
wild with passion. I began to fuck him hard again. As I
forced my organ into him, I slapped his ass with my hand. Each
slap was harder than the one before. The sound of the engines
drowned out his moans. I continued again to play with his ripe
cock, twisting it in one hand as I squeezed his balls with the
other. I could hardly stand it myself much longer. We were
moving as one being. “I’m cumming!” he groaned. I felt his
body stiffen and he tightened the muscles of his hole around my
cock as his own cock relieved itself of its juices. I rammed
harder into his tightened hole, my cock becoming more sensitive
until at last I shot my own load deep inside of him.

I pulled my organ from its warm enclosure and untied my victim.
We kissed and then quickly dressed as I noticed the warning
light, which was Steve’s prearranged signal, flash. I help my
friend back to 23 A and, very satisfied, I returned to clean up
any signs of our fun in the galley.

I was happy to learn later in the flight that he would be
staying at the Intercontinental just as the crew would be. We
decided to meet in the lobby and we spent that day and night
together until I had to leave to work the return flight back to
New York. I remember that trip so well. But, even all
wonderful memories have their flaw. In all that time, I forgot
to ask him his name.

I had been riding for some seven hours now, but wasn’t yet tired. The

sun had just started to draw the evening curtains, and there was a

faint hint of rain on the cooling twilight air. I was cruising along a

quiet back road in Sussex on my BMW K100.

I have been riding bikes since I was 16, that’s 24 years now. I

have always liked biking, and will do it for as long as I can. I’m not

a flash rider. My bike is silver and standard; and I wear jeans and a

black leather jacket. I like wearing jeans, they are comfortable and

offer a little more protection than trousers.

I was doing about 50 when I saw across the hedge a Day-Glow lemon

top and black trousers. Quick check, no speed O.K. as I’m outside the

limit, still be careful! After rounding a couple of bends the road

straightened out and I could see the figure some way ahead. I was

wrong, it wasn’t the law, just some youngster in a fluorescent top and

black track suit trousers. He was hitching as far as I could tell from

this distance, but I don’t pick up hitch-hikers. Still I was in a good

mood as the day had been good; and he was miles from anywhere on a

road with little traffic and he couldn’t cause me much trouble on the

back really. I slowed down and pulled up alongside him.

Hewas about 18 I assume, but it was difficult to tell. Dark hair

and deep brown eyes. He was about five feet eight and had an athletic

build.

“Can I give you a lift, there’s a spare helmet in the back box.”

“Thanks very much mate.”

“Where are you going?”

“About twelve miles along this road, well I live just a bit off

but if you drop me at the turning I can walk from there.”

“That’s O.K. I’ll go all the way.”

“Good, that would be super.”

“Have you ever back-ridden before?”

“No, well not on one of these.”

“Well just hold on tight and stick close behind me. Don’t try to

stay upright when I lean the bike, now climb up and when we are near

your turning tap me on the left or right shoulder and I will take the

next left or right turn.”

“O.K. you’re the gov.”

He climbed up and slid himself forward till he was close behind

me. Instead of holding the seat he put his arms round my waist; obvi-

ously not been a back-rider before. We started off, and gathered

speed. There are some people who find the vibration and motion of a

big bike rather stimulating, perhaps that’s why I like bikes, all that

power throbbing between my thighs. I think it must have affected him,

as he pressed harder into my back, and I was sure I could feel quite a

hard bulge pressing against my rear. A few more miles and I felt his

hands slip down from my waist to my hips, then slowly he moved his

hands down onto my cock. The inevitable happened and my cock began to

stir and rise. He didn’t take his hand away, but cupped my swelling

bulge. Suddenly I felt a tap on my left shoulder so I regained concen-

tration, slowed and turned left up a little lane. I saw a cottage in

the distance on the right and then felt a tap on my right shoulder. I

slowed and stopped at the entrance to the drive of the cottage. He

slid off the back and removed the helmet. He stood next to me and

asked “Would you like a coffee or something before you go. I’d like to

thank you. There’s nobody in, my parents are on holiday.”

It was a bit chilly and I hadn’t had a drink since lunch. I looked

at him, and the thrusting bulge in his tracksuit. Why not.

“That would be great,” I replied. I parked the bike and went in

after him.

“Here, let me take your jacket. I’ve put the coffee on, I’m just

going to get out of these trousers, the damp has got in them. Make

yourself at home. By the way my name is Wayne.”

“Thanks, I’m Nick.” I watched as that tight little arse walked out

of the room. Don’t be silly, he would never go for someone my age; and

anyway he had done nothing since we stopped to indicate he wanted any-

thing like that; just my imagination.

I heard a door click in the kitchen and the rattle of cups. A

minute or two later Wayne came in with two cups of coffee, and very

little else. Gone was his tee-shirt and trainers. Gone were the track-

suit trousers. He was wearing a pair of white shorts. At first I

thought they were boxers, cut high in the legs, but no they were run-

ning shorts; and the way things hung and moved I could see there was

nothing underneath but flesh.

He handed me a cup and said “Sugar is on the table.”

He went across to a low table and bent down to put sugar in his

coffee. The material pulled tight across his cheeks, showing how

round, firm and neat it was. I could have grabbed it right then but,

wow Nick!, don’t be silly. I got my sugar and we stood drinking and

making small talk. He was just 16 it turned out. He’d been out walking

and was on his way home when I came across him. His parents we away in

Paris for a long weekend and so he was looking after himself for five

days. So far he had been O.K. but there were still three days to go.

I turned to put my cup on the fire surround, Wayne had finished

his. Suddenly I felt his arms slip round me again. “I enjoyed back-

riding with you. I felt very exhilarated. How did you feel?”

I turned and looked at him, he had a mischievous look in his eyes.

“Well, I, er felt….”

“I know how you felt, I felt it!” As he said this his hand reached

forward and cupped the bulge in my jeans. I could see the swelling in

his shorts, thick and thrusting against the material; and probing down

his right leg. It must almost have reached the bottom. “I like to feel

a cock in jeans,” he said.

“Look”, I replied, “I don’t want to seem uninterested, but I can’t

understand why a youngster like you, as good looking and well built as

you, would want to bother with someone my age!”

“Well first, I don’t like people my own age, no experience nor

staying power. Secondly there is very little around here at all. And

thirdly you are here and I am turned on. Are you going to say no?” He

was slipping my zip down as he said this. I didn’t say no. He slipped

his hand into my jeans and very gently massaged my ever swelling cock.

I ran my hands over that firm hairless, muscular body. As I caressed

his small but firm nipples he gave a low moan of pleasure. Slowly I

ran my hands across his chest and back, lower and lower, until I

reached his shorts. I took hold of that swelling cock through the thin

material. Another deep moan of pleasure.

Suddenly he burst into action. His hands were under my tee-shirt.

He pushed it up. Sucking my nipples he almost tore the tee-shirt off

me. Then hands slid down to my waist and my jeans were undone and

slipped over my thighs. “You’ve got a great arse”. He said, “Really

small and round for your age, so neat and tight.”

The with a shove I was flat on my back on a couch. My boots and

socks were ripped off, my jeans followed. He came forward and I

slipped my hand up the leg of his shorts and took hold of that firm

youthful cock. He froze for a moment, then relaxed and groaned with

pleasure. I moved my hand up and down the shaft. I could feel he was

uncut, and there was just a little hair around the base. His balls

were firm and full.

I stood up before him and put my hands on his waist. My nipples

were lust in line and he nibbled and sucked them for a moment. I slid

down to my knees and slowly slipped those shorts down over his arse.

His cock, almost six inches I would guess, thrust out straight and

proud from his body. All reticence went, I slipped my lips over that

young shaft and sucked and tongued it. He groaned and moaned, as I

tongued the tip he writhed with pleasure. Then he pulled me off him

and up.

It was his turn, and he dropped in front of me. He nibbled my cock

through the material of my briefs, and then pulled them down with his

teeth; all the time squeezing and massaging my arse. He licked and

kissed his way up my legs and slipped his smooth young lips over my

cock. It filled his mouth and he gagged a bit but sucked long and

deep. I didn’t know how much more of that I could take. He stopped and

stood up. Pulling my head down he kissed me, our tongues probing and

touching. Then he led me upstairs to a bedroom.

“Please lay on the bed, across not end to end. I want to see and

handle all of you. Your cock is long and very thick, a beauty.”

“So is yours”, I replied, “And you also have a nice bum.”

He open a drawer in the bedside cabinet and took out a plastic

bottle. He poured something into his hand and started to rub my cock

again. It was baby oil. He rubbed it all over my cock and balls, and

down between my legs. “Please rub some into my cock too, Sir,” he

asked.

I slowly rubbed it all over his cock and balls. By now he had his

legs and bum near my head and was reaching down to my legs. He lifted

the left legs and rubbed oil into my arse. He probed the hole and I

moaned. My arse is very very sensitive, but very little used.

“You enjoyed that didn’t you?” he asked.

“Yes,” I replied in a horse whisper.

He moved and positioned himself between my legs. He lifted my legs

onto his shoulders and started to rub more oil into my cock. It felt

great and I closed my eyes with pleasure. I felt his finger at my arse

again and it probed inside; no that was no finger. I open my eyes and

looked at Wayne. He had a look of pure pleasure on his face as he slid

hid cock into my arse. He thrust in time with the rubbing of my cock,

and each thrust produced a deep satisfied moan.

I thought he was going to cum, but no, he pulled out of me. He

climbed up and sat on my stomach. He rubbed my throbbing rock hard

cock, which was behind him and against his arse. Then he lifted him-

self and position my cock against his bum hole. Slowly he lowered him-

self, but as it pushed in he froze and moaned, this time with pain.

“I want it, but its so big, please I want it!” He pushed down

again, but as soon as I was a bit more in he stopped and I could see

the expression of pain on his face.

“Don’t worry Wayne, if you can’t manage it, don’t hurt yourself.”

“But I want it, and the pain is good as well as bad.” He pushed

down some more and I was almost in when he stopped. “Ohhhh! God it is

big!”

I could see it was really hurting, but he would not stop pushing

down. I could also feel just how tight he was. He pushed once more and

so I took a hand. As I felt his pressure go on I thrust up with my

hips as hard as I could. He yelled, screamed, and I slid into that

tight arse.

“Oh God, thank you,” he said and fell onto my chest.

I slowly drew out and thrust again, he moaned and move. I repeated

the thrust and withdrawal, he sat up. Now he was moving, up and down,

pushing so hard he almost had my balls in him as well. Up and down, up

and down, moaning and groaning and writhing in pleasure.

“Oh no, I’m going to cum without touching myself, Oh God, Oh God

Oh……”

He pumped up and down, faster and faster; then with a mighty down-

ward push that nearly sent me through the bottom of the bed he shoot

his young warm juices all over my chest and face. He fell forward onto

his own cum and rubbed it in with his body. He licked my face clean.

Slowly he rose from off me. He licked my body clean of his cum,

slowly working down to mt now dripping rampant cock. His lips closed

over it, and he sucked long and deep. My hand slid between his legs

and I played with his now soft cock. In no time he was hard again and

he eagerly sucked me, and I fucked his mouth. I knew I couldn’t hold

out much longer.

He was sucking as hard as he could and fucking my hand. My body

lifted in an arc off the bed and I gave a mighty moan and froze. My

hot cum shot into his eager mouth, over and over again. The first wave

caused him to cum a second time. He sucked and swallowed and sucked

and swallowed. At last I was empty. He licked my softening cock and my

balls. Then he slid onto the bed beside me.

We must have fallen asleep very quickly. It was pitch black we

woke up.

“I don’t suppose you could stay the night could you?”

“I haven’t got any things Wayne.”

“You’ll only need a toothbrush and a lot of stamina; and I’ve got

a spare toothbrush.”

When I eventually got home late the next day I slept for 15 hours.

Wayne was the best back-rider I’ve ever had.