...yeah you love it, you love to taste all that muscle. Kiss it.....lower....kiss my treasure trail.....yeah I know what you want, you little fuck. Ki...ss my belt buckle, nice and slow. Lick it. I want to see your tongue on that cold steel... Look at how excited you are. I know what you want. Look into my eyes. I said look at me. I know what little fuckers like you want. You're a bad, bad slut you know that? You must want it really bad. You know what you're here for... you need me to say it out. Sure, I could afford to buy it, but I couldn’t ride it until I was 18. I ate breakfast with mom and pop, grabbed my spare riding outfit and went riding for the day. I explained my reasoning and promised I would call if I was going to be out for an extended time. Back then, pay phones were everywhere.I spent a few hours riding, taking breaks for water, snacks, and lunch along the way. During one stop I grabbed a motorcycle magazine with the newest bikes. As I paged through it, I found a few I. I let out a scream as my body started shaking. It didn't take long for me to gush over his face. The situation and the way he expertly looked after me made for a long drawn-out and intense orgasm.He pulled away from me and let my body relax for a minute before he climbed up on top of me. The moment I had been waiting for arrived as he slipped his cock inside me. His hands grasped my breasts as he started to slide in and out of me. It felt so good to have a cock inside me after so long and he. You think that I would be ready to blow. I wasn’t even close when he stopped. It really hadn’t done anything for me. It made me think that maybe I wasn’t gay.We talked about fucking. He wanted to fuck. I asked him how he like the blow job. He said that he loved it. He asked me, I told him that it was okay, and I didn’t think that I was gay. I had put Mark in the position of admitting his queer status to me and I had rejected the badge. He was now vulnerable. If I revealed he liked gay.