A Chance Bi-Pick-up

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