"Tony! Your ass was supposed to be under me at 7. It's 9 PM, man. Where the fuck are you?" My instinct is to politely say that this caller has the wrong number...but I am intrigued enough to ask of him:
"Sorry, man, this isn't Tony, but my ass needs a guy hovering over it as well. Think we can maybe work something out?" Silence. He's obviously thinking.
"Uh...what's your name, then?" I love fishing.
"Stoney. The folks were nature freaks. Some call me Rock. Go figure." I like his laugh. It's very throaty and manly. My imagination 'sees' a beefy hunk, 6' tall, 200 pounds of deeply solid rippling work muscle, all sweaty and manly ripe from his daily labors. Man, I have some imagination.
"Right. Look, kid, I'm hot to trot, so if you are near to me, let's talk details." Gonna reel this one in.
"And your name is...?" Kid, huh? Well, I am only 18. Difficult to tell his age without a picture. He sounds about thirty, but that's just a wild guess.
"Charlie. Rhymes with Harley - my side ride. Friends call me Chuck. You lookin' to get fucked, kid?" Hooked, just have to reel him in.
"Always, my man. Always. I live in Westertown. You?" Hope he's not too far away.
"Eastville. You of age?"
"Eighteen."
"Bingo! You drive? Should take you thirty minutes tops to find me."
"Got my Honda. No Harley, but it'll get me there." I hear a deep sigh over the phone. Like the sound one makes right after good sex.
"This just keeps gettin' better. I'll text you my address. Clean up and out for me real good, huh. You are soon gonna get the best pounding of your sweet young life...Rock. Love the way it rhymes with cock. You a 'big' guy?"
"Average. 5'10"...oh. You mean cock size, right? Sure you do. Also average - six and a half when very turned on. Cut. Nice and thick. You?"
"Nine inches of arrow-straight bear-can thick man muscle aching to fill your young little ass with three days of built up magma pushing my nuts to their limit. Here's the text. See ya!" Before I throw my phone onto the table, and bolt to get ready, I call my friend Rich.
"Should I worry?" Rich is my go to for advice on everything. He will answer me as soon as he stops laughing.
"Maybe. Text me his address just in case...and add me to your will before you go. Otherwise, enjoy the ride there...and his ride on you!" I love Rich's sense of humor.
"Thanks, bud. I will. Call me at midnight just in case, okay?" He agrees.
Part 2 -
My ride to Eastville is a quick one. It's a beautiful summers night with a very full moon illuminating these wealthy area back roads. You have to be pretty well off to live in Eastville. #69 Pound Circle Extension. You can't make this shit up.
"Park it over there." Well, well, well. My imagination was not that far off. Charlie looms large in his oversize doorway. The rest of the house...mansion, actually, is already impressing the crap out of me. I secure my helmet to my bike, and stride up to him like I own the place. Cocky. Confident.
"Hello." He ignores my greeting and is reaching toward me. My belt is now in one of his big fists; and I am being taken into his lair. We stop in what I would call a receiving room - but what do I know. "So, you..."
"Not now, kid. We'll do all the talking and stuff later. After the sex. Cookie has a nice big meal waiting for us when we're done. I told him we need about an hour. That'll put us at around 11 PM. You're a good looker, Rock. Let's see the rest of you. Strip."
"What, no tour of the house?" My shirt hits the floor before I finish the sentence. Then my shoes and jeans. I like to go commando, and I can see a smile of appreciation on his face. A very good looking face, at that. Yeah, he's around thirty. His eyes are glued to my body; and his hands are busy removing his own clothing. We are soon just two naked men facing each other; with blood pumping quickly into both of our cocks.
"You'll get a tour - of the important things: the toilet, and my bed...IF you please me. You got a good start, kid. A very good start. Hot body. Looks like you work out, right?"