Arjun was driving a remote country road on a warm sunny day. We were out of the city for the day, just putzing around on some short hikes, small town main streets, and local food scenes. The car windows were down, the breeze wiping through in the vehicle, flapping our tank tops on and off our bodies. We hadn’t seen another car for a good 15 minutes when a motorcycle closed the distance behind us.
Shifting into the oncoming lane to pass us, he slowed and took a long look at us through our open driver’s side window. The wind pressed his tee shirt, molding it to his taunt muscled frame. before speeding up to finish passing us. He rode a black bike and wore a matching black helmet, a gray t-shirt that showed some lean muscles, black fingerless gloves, well-fitted black riding pants that showed the curve of a nice butt, and low top black boats.
“UUUUffffff, that’s hot,” I whistled, watching the motorcyclist ride in front of us. “And that outfit is working for me.”
Arjun nodded in agreement, “Sexy.”
The motorcyclist stayed a short distance ahead of us for a while, then slowed his speed.
Arjun, not changing his speed, quickly caught up. Rather than slow down, Arjun turned to me with a grin, “Why don’t we get a look too?”
My husband shifted into the oncoming lane and sped up to pass the motorcyclist.
As our car pulled alongside him, Arjun and the motorcyclist matched speeds, keeping our car and his motorcycle parallel.
I was taking in the view of the toned motorcyclist, with Arjun stealing glances but focusing on the road. The motorcyclist looked over, checked us out, and raised the shield of his helmet just enough to show his mouth. He pointedly licked his lips, closed the shield, and sped up, zooming ahead of us.
“What’s going on there,” I exclaimed, grinning, dick getting excited. “I think we’ve got a live one bro.”
Arjun chuckled, shifting back into the lane behind the motorcyclist. “Certainly hope so.”
The bike was only fifteen or so feet in front of us, our speeds matched. Confirmation came a moment later when the motorcyclist raised his body up on the bike, squatting with his buttocks in the air, and pulled down the back of his pants. His smooth, pale, muscled, white ass glowed in the afternoon sunlight. And it was nearly completely exposed since he wore only a black thong underneath the pants.
“Oooh shit yeah,” I exclaimed, my dick continuing to respond.
Pointing his ass right at us, slowly dancing it from side to side, he showed off nice lean, muscled curves, the glutes flexed in the squat, the thong holding tightly to his body.
“He’s certainly fishing for something,” Arjun exclaimed a moment later, his dick expanding in kind.
The motorcyclist glanced back at us, saw our continued interest, and grabbed one of his beautiful cheeks. He pulled it aside, revealing all of the thong hugging his crack.
He sat back down, pants still lowered, shifted into the oncoming lane, and slowed down to ride alongside us again.
Riding close to the driver’s side, he rose into the squat position, shook his ass, and gave it a slap all while looking in our window.
I gave him a thumbs up and licked my lips. Arjun smirked, cocking his head, directing the motorcyclist to look at his tented crotch.
The motorcyclist made an arrow with his index and middle finger, curling the rest of his fingers into his palm, pointing ahead, and zoomed away in front of us.
As he sped up the road, he rose up again, giving us a final view of his butt as he pulled his pants back up and led the way to the destination he’d indicated.
A short time later he slowed down and pulled off the road at what looked like an abandoned rest stop.
Some overgrown trees and bushes blocked the view of the road. The pavement was pocked and crumbling. There were no facilities. But then, there were few people using this road.
Arjun pulled up next to the motorcyclist, whose bike was resting on the kickstand, one leg planted on the pavement with the other straddling his bike, helmet still on, face shield down.
Killing the engine, we got out of the car and approached the motorcyclist, flanking him. His hand rested on his crotch, rubbing himself, the index finger of his other hand beckoning us to him.
Arjun and I approached him on opposite sides of the bike. He ran his partially gloved hands over our muscled arms, feeling us up, his fingertips dancing over our flesh.
Reaching our necks, he pushed us into a couple’s kiss above the bike, holding the back of our heads.
Releasing us, he undid his pants, opening the fly and spreading it wide, revealing a sizable bulge tenting the thong pouch.
With his index and middle finger arrow, he pointed us to his crotch.
Sinking to my knees, my heart racing, always eager to suck a nice cock, I engulfed his bulge, thong pouch and all. The fabric was silky and stood in contrast to the hard flesh it encased. A muffled moan resonated from inside of the helmet.
The added element of his closed helmet, his bike gear outfit, and the throbbing cock trapped inside a thong made me even more lustful for his dick. I moaned. Saliva poured into my mouth and drenched his thong as I worked his bulging pouch.
Arjun lifted the motorcyclist’s shirt, kissing and licking his smooth, white, toned abdomen. He was mostly slim with some lean muscles. His pecs were small but cut, smooth, with perky brown nipples that made his whimper as Arjun licked and suckled them each in turn.
My hand reached into his pants, cupping his nuts and feeling around the thong at his taint while my mouth got its first taste of his liquids, precum draining from his dick with Arjun’s attentions to his nipples. He moaned loudly, rumbling through the helmet as we pleasured his sensitive nipples and excited, growing dick.
The motorcyclist lifted his body off the seat for a second and folded his pants down his hips, revealing more of the thong and spreading his legs.
Arjun moved down, mouthing the guy’s balls and taint as he leaned over the bike.
I reached into his pouch, mouth still on his dick, and jacked him inside the pouch. His dick and groin were perfectly smooth. No stubble from shaving, just silky smooth as though he had no body hair. More of his juices oozed through the thong, coating my tongue, both of us moaning.
The motorcyclist gestured again with his finger arrow, directing me to release his dick from the pouch.
6inches of cut white cock with a pinkish head bounded free. His dick stood straight up, pointing at the endless blue sky above.
I spat on his already wet glans and licked the sensitive flesh, eliciting another moan. I then drove my mouth down his dick, lips gliding along his flesh, until my nose hit Arjun’s cheek.
A deep, grumbling moan rippled from the motorcyclist, his dick poking my throat.
His nuts bounced as Arjun bathed them.
He reached back, securing himself on the bike and leaned his torso away from us, basking in the heat of the sun and the heat of our mouths pleasuring his junk. His helmeted head gazed up at the sky.
Freedom and bliss washing over his body.
He humped gently, rubbing his glans into my tight throat, making me moan for his dick.
I moaned, loving getting throat fucked. I pressed my face down, his glans lodged as far into my throat as they could go, the skin on his dick stretching tight. He couldn’t penetrate any deeper but his now continuous flow of leaking juices dripped into my depths.
I moaned. And another muffled moan rumbled from inside the helmet.
As I actively sucked his meat, he humped my face. Arjun adjusted, licking his nuts before sucking them into his mouth. Tea bagging the man and following his humping movements. Every few humps, Arjun released the nuts and sucked on his taint, then switched back. Hanging in a loose, long, smooth sac, the testicles were a good size.
I sucked faster, drinking his flow of nectar, enticing him to continue feeding me.
Louder but still muffled, the motorcyclist was relishing our efforts on his package.
One partially gloved hand left the bike, he leaned down, and pushed into my shorts, squeezing my muscled ass. He leaned deeper, dick lodging in my throat, and slipping down into my crack and felt along my hole. Shimming along my hip, he pushed my shorts and underwear down, and grabbed my throbbing, dripping cock.
Another muffled moan as he clamped onto my 8inch boner.
Precum poured into my mouth. I swirled it over his cock and kept sucking.
His attentions to my butt and cock had me in a frenzy.
The motorcyclist jacked my dick, making me moan around his dick as I tongued it and moved as best I could with him leaning over my head.
I pulled off his dick while hinging my hips forward, sticking my meat out from my body, focusing my attention on his hand stroking me.
“Fuck yeah dude,” I moaned. “Just like that.”
Arjun licked up the motorcyclist’s dick, bringing his body closer to him, and started to suck his cock intently. His wet testicles hung off the edge of the seat, glistening with my husband’s saliva in the sun.
The motorcyclist then pushed Arjun’s shorts and underwear down, releasing his dick, moaning at the feel and sight of another big cock, and jacked Arjun too. My husband and I moaned, relishing the dual feeling of the guy’s bare finger flesh and the leather glove arousing our cocks.
His hands then grabbed our tank tops, pulling them off our heads. He gestured to our shorts and underwear. We stripped off, wearing only our sneakers now, our naked cocks jutting from our bodies. Naked in the sun, our natural lube dripping onto the hot, broken pavement, we wagged our cocks at the motorcyclist.
He pulled his t-shirt up, removing both arms and hanging it around his neck and down his back. He left his helmet on, so he couldn’t take the shirt off completely. Either way, he revealed a slim, lean muscled, smooth, white body. His chest rose and fell, breathing heavy with lust, taking in the view of our 15inches of cock swinging before him, mesmerizing him.
He swung his legs over the bike and stood fully on the ground. His crotch faced Arjun and ass faced me. He dropped his pants and gestured with his finger arrow for me to remove them.
Squatting behind him with his ass inches from my face, I stared directly at the beautiful mounds. I was drawn in. Like a comet that got too close to the sun, my brain and loins burned, and my face was pulled right in. Nose and lips in his crack, I breathed in deeply, groaning at the fresh, musky smell while I removed his pants over his boots, the hem being elastic and stretchy enough to slide over them.
The motorcyclist whimpered – loud enough to hear through the still closed helmet – at feeling my breath and face in his crack. Without thought, acting on instinct and animalistic natural response, he leaned over the bike, his ass cheeks spreading, my face sinking into his peach.
Arjun wrapped his helmeted head in his arms, tucked them under his taunt torso, and latched onto his sensitive nipples.
“FUCK,” we heard him cry out; his moans echoing inside the helmet.
His dick throbbed, hovering between the motorcycle seat and handles. Arjun squatted, tipped the cock downward, and sucked on him again. The motorcyclist moaning.
His cheeks spread, the black thong stark against his white skin, dividing his ass in two.
Diving in, I pressed my nose into his thong, now smelling the fabric mixed with his musky, clean ass. I licked from his taint up to the top of his crack and then along the soft fleshy walls of his crack, moans vibrating from his helmet throughout.
My hands kneaded his cheeks, spreading them open, my tongue catching just the edge of his anus lips. They were a light pink, contrasting with his white skin and the black thong.
I growled, seeing and tasting just the edges of his anus, and clamped down on his hole, sucking and trying to take a bite, my trimmed beard brushing his skin. A hand flew to the shield in his helmet, opening it a crack, just as a loud whimper emanated from his throat.
“Fuck man, eat my little peach,” he whined, the first words we’d heard him say, his glutes flexing in my hands and his anus trembling.
As Arjun drank his leaking juices sucking his dick, I traced my fingers down the edges of his thong until I reached his hole. I hooked them under the fabric, grazing his hole, and pulled the thong away from his body. Snapping it back down on his hole, he yelped in pleasure, his body tensing and immediately relaxing. I repeated the motion but this time held the thong away from his body and flicked my tongue into the open space, tasting his clean manly flesh and driving a louder whine from him. I licked for a while and probed occasionally into the hole before withdrawing my tongue and letting the thong slap back down.
“OH fuck,” the motorcyclist cried out.
He twisted around, ass and cock leaving our mouths, and squatted on his haunches, opened the helmet shield fully, and sucked my dick into his mouth.
His tongue licked and swirled, his mouth vacuuming my meat. Slicked in my copious precum and his drooling mouth, he drove my long cock as deep as he could before gagging, about 6.5 inches inside.
From what I could see, his face was cute. Sharp cheek bones and jaw line, smooth and taunt skin, eyes closed, pink lips wrapped around my cock. He was young. A hot lean twunk motorcyclist. He fondled my nuts and ass, sucking me hard and fast.
He pulled off moment, catching his breath, panting, “Big fucking man cock and hairy ass.”
And choked himself on my cock again. 7.5inches inside this time.
Possessed.
Enraptured.
He choked, spittle running down his chin, hammering himself on my dick.
I groaned and moaned, by body heated from the sun, my dick burning from his sensuous mouth.
Arjun came around to our side of the bike, and the motorcyclist resumed jacking Arjun’s dick.
He popped off mine, panting, “Fucking hell. Uncut brown fucking big cock too. Lucky me…” his word cutting off and he down Arjun’s dick, gagging a little less, but moaning just as hard, relishing the foreskin, sucking cock like his life depended on it.
Arjun and I took a moment to enjoy the situation. Sharing a look, a caress, and light kiss.
And then our attention snapped back to the motorcyclist twunk. Arjun, holding his helmeted head, began to fuck into his sucking. The twunk squealed in delight.
I reached down, fondling the cyclist’s ass cheeks spread open in his low squat, thong tightly holding onto his taint and crack. I ran my fingers over the thong from his taint, smacked his hole, and ran them along the crack.
He whimpered, driving onto Arjun’s dick, getting skull fucked.
He sprang suddenly to his feet, straddled the bike, one leg planted on the pavement on either side. He faced toward the rear tire and his ass faced toward the handlebars. His dickhead pressed into the seat of the bike. He wiggled his ass. He also pointed with this finger arrow at a small bag hanging from the bike.
Arjun unzipped it and found lube. We grinned.
Arjun looked at me, jostling the lube in his hand, inquiring as to who got first dibs.
I motioned for him to go first – he had the lube in hand after all – and clapped him on the shoulder. Loudly, giving the twunk a hard stare, I told my husband, to “Fuck this little slut hard.”
The motorcyclist’s face twisted in desire and he whined in response.
Straddling the bike behind the motorcyclist, Arjun pulled the thong aside and dripped lube down the guy’s crack. Aligning his dick at the hole, the lube dripped down, coating his foreskin. Arjun pushed the lube into his hole, his dickhead penetrating the rosy ring, oiling his chute and opening his hole.
“FFFUUCCCK,” the guy cried out, arcing his back.
Arjun kept going, slowly.
Drip by oily drip.
His dick slid unhurriedly inside centimeter by centimeter as he dripped lube down the smooth crack drop by drop.
“FFUUUCCCCCCCK,” the motorcyclist moaned from the torment. “Just fuck my ass!”
“Oh,” Arjun pretended surprise. “Is that what you want? My uncut cock in your ass?”
Grinning at me over the twunk’s shoulder, he slapped the motorcyclist’s ass with his hand and dripped more lube down the smooth crack.
“AAahhhh,” the motorcyclist moaned. “Just fuck me!”
Arjun, grinning at me, pulled the guy’s cheeks apart, pausing in penetrating the hole. He was only about three of his 7inches inside. “Well, if that’s what you want,” and without warning drove himself fully inside.
“RRRRRRAAAAAAA FUCK,” the motorcyclist screamed, his head tossing. It was pleasurable, but there was a tinge of pain in his voice.
Arjun held steady for a moment, letting him adjust, and started rhythmically fucking him.
The motorcyclist’s body rocked with Arjun’s thrusts.
Moans rang out in the air.
The twunk’s hand found my dick after flailing in space and stroked me.
I moved closer, long dick leaking precum with the motorcyclist’s attention, his hand flying along my slicked cock. Flipping a leg over the back tire, I stood before him. His head dropped, hand shifting the angle of my cock, and his mouth engulfed my meat.
“AAAHH fuck,” I moaned, feeling Arjun’s thrusts rocking the motorcyclist’s body onto my dick. He now, for the first time, took all 8inches into his throat.
He whimpered.
For quite a while, we stayed in that position, the speed and intensity of the fucking and sucking building, ebbing a bit, and building again.
Three men, nearly naked, baking in the sun, a breeze tickling our flesh, moaning into the ether, lost in time.
Arjun moaned, “He’s just as tight as you Grant,” hammering the motorcyclist’s ass, who moaned hard.
“Just. As. Fucking. Tight,” Arjun groaned. His face scrunched and his pecs flexed, gripping the twunk’s hips tightly.
The guy popped off my cock, sensing what was happening.
Staring cross eyed up at me, moaning, lust plastered across his face. He called out to my husband pounding his hole, “Breed my fucking hole dude.”
He snapped his head back down on my dick.
Arjun moaned, muscles tense, grinning. I reached out, Arjun grasping my hand. We crushed each other’s hands as my husband’s cock swelled inside the twunk, elation drowning out all other sensation, and he orgasmed.
“FFFFAAAAUUCCCKKKKKK yeah,” his grin twisted from intense pleasure and his body shook. His hips pressed into the motorcyclists’ tight ass, dumping his load inside.
“Fuck yeah, fucking tight ass,” Arjun kept moaning, the motorcyclist whimpering around my dick as his hole got filled with my husband’s cum.
Arjun, calming down, dick softening, pulled out and released my hand.
The motorcyclist formed his finger arrow, pointing me to his ass.
I took Arjun’s spot, straddling the bike and the motorcyclist.
His hole was puckered tight, glistening, thong still off to the side. The crack was sparkling in the sunlight, oiled, used, ready to get used more.
My fingers rimmed his hole, slicked spit, precum, oil, and cum. I coaxed it back open.
He moaned.
Circling, massaging, tapping, I soon got his hole to relax.
Some of Arjun’s load dribbled out onto the bike.
I leaned over him, kissing his shoulder and whispering. “Fucking hot dude. My husband’s load dripping from your used ass. Your hole opening up for me, for my bigger cock, to breed you too.”
As I spoke, my fingers pushed the lips of his hole open, my thumb rubbing the soft flesh that pushed out, welcoming me in.
Whimpering, the motorcyclist arched his back.
Another dribble of Arjun’s cum came out.
Replacing my thumb with the tip of my dick, fingers spreading his hole, I rubbed just the edge of his anal flesh with my dickhead and fingertips.
“GGGAAAA,” the motorcyclist moaned in agony. “Just fuck me already! I feel so empty!”
I continued to tease him, ignoring his comment, winking at Arjun who egged me on with a smirk.
“Please,” he whined. “Pleeaaase. Fucking fill my ass with the big cock!”
I dripped saliva off my tongue to coat the head of my dick and slid right in. Arjun’s cum, the lube, my spit and precum all combined with the needy desire from the twunk to get dicked. I buried myself up his ass in one luxurious push.
“FUUUUUUCKIIIIIING HELL,” he cried out, head tossing. “You’re even fucking bigger than your husband! GGGAAAAAA…” He knew that already from sucking our dicks but was lost in the ecstasy of having his ass fucked. His head shook, facing the sun, basking in the hot rays as my hot rod impaled him. Burning from both ends.
“I know,” I said, voice seductive, swaying my hips, circling my dick around inside his anus. “And am going to ruin your ass with that big cock.”
He whimpered, feeling the first hard thrust of my hips pulling out and pressing back in.
Smack.
My body slamming into his.
I went hard and fast, pounding his ass.
Smack. Smack.
I slapped his butt cheeks and gripped his hips, pulling his body back onto my cock. Fucking him with my dick and forcing his body to ride me.
Smack. Smack. SMACK.
He moaned and whimpered, grabbed the seat of the bike and clung to it with his gloved hands like he was trying to stay grounded.
Smack. SMACK. Smack. Smack.
I went faster. Sweat beading on my body.
His dick was hard and leaking and pressed into the seat of the bike, humping it with my thrusts and yanks.
Smack. SMACK. Smack.
Sweat ran down my back and into my butt crack.
I changed the rhythm to be more irregular but didn’t reduce the speed and aggressiveness.
Smack.
His moans deepened and became more lustful.
SMACK.
His hands reached back, grabbed his own cheeks and pulled them open.
Smack. Smack.
I pulled fully out, grinning at the sight of his twitching, wet hole.
I whistled and drove back in, growling, “Hot fucking twitching hole dude.”
“Breed it,” he squealed. “I want both your loads in me. Hot fucking stallions.”
I fucked him hard, hitting his g-spot with each thrust, sweat rolling off my naked body. The sneakers on my feet kept me planted to the ground and gave me good grip to ram him.
Smack. Smack. SMACK. Smack. SMACK.
The bike skittered across the broken pavement.
“AAAHHHH GGGAAAA,” the motorcyclist moaned, ass clenching down on my cock. “So. FUCKING. BIG!”
SMACK. SMACK. SMACK.
I grabbed the tee shirt hanging down his back. Clenched in my fist, I pulled, tightening it around his neck and drawing his body upward.
SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. SMACK.
Arjun, who just been watching me unleash on the twunk, slapped my ass hard, grinning at me, the hit reverberating through me and into the motorcyclist.
His ass spasmed around my dick and his groin began to pump. His dick, forcibly humped into the bike seat, otherwise untouched, shot a liquidy spray of cum off to the side, arcing through the air to splatter on the hot pavement.
SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. SMACK.
“HOLY FUCK,” I yelled out, cum boiling up. “FUCKING FUCK! YOU LITTLE TIGHT FUCK!” And I ejaculated, flooding his anus, breeding him as my seed joined my husband’s in his hole.
My body, covered in sweat and muscles rippling, held his hips tight and unloaded 7 jets of cum into his wildly contracting anus.
7 more jets sprayed from his own dick, fucked out of his body by my big cock stuffed up his ass .
Coming back to earth, I shook my head and slapped the motorcyclist’s ass, squeezing his hands that still held it open to me.
With one final, sensual thrust, I pulled out of his ass.
“Wooooo,” I panted, catching my breath.
He whimpered. His ass clenched, holding my load and the remainder of Arjun’s inside.
I adjusted his thong back over his crack and massaged it gently. I’d fucked him hard and he’d taken two loads in less than half an hour, now was the time to be tender.
I stood on one side of the bike with Arjun and helped the motorcyclist remain steady. His legs had weakened from the assault on his anus and the strength of his orgasm. We helped him get his leg over the bike to stand on one side with us.
He pulled his helmet off. He was in his mid-20s, had short blond hair and the biggest grin I’d ever seen.
He took in the sight of us, face dazed in the afterglow of a thorough fuck.
He kissed both of us before unsteadily reaching for his pants.
I held his hips tightly, keeping him steady, and Arjun helped him get his pants back on.
“Hot fucking couple,” he sighed, tucking his softening, cummy dick into his thong and the thong into his pants, zipping them up,
“Hot fucking motorcycle twunk,” I replied, caressing his jawline and lips.
I pulled him into another kiss. Arjun flicked his nipples and helped him get his tee shirt back on.
And we said our goodbyes.
Arjun and I dressed and pulled out first, the breeze cooling our steamy bodies. The twunk motorcyclist overtook us a short time later.
He gave us a thumbs up and a wave, pulled in front, wagged his ass, and zoomed off into the distance.
Sun baked the asphalt ahead of us, where the twunk had disappeared. The heat mirage almost making us think we’d imagined the whole thing.
“Hot damn,” I sighed, and Arjun and I chuckled.
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