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By *tbrider OP Man
over a year ago
Charfield |
I’ve been a keen motorcyclist since the age of 16 when I bought my first moped and over the years have progressed via a number of bigger bikes to my now trusty BMW 1200cc sports bike. This year I decided to travel to Germany from the UK crossing the channel on the Dover to Calais Ferry. My journey would take me through France into Belgium, onto Holland and eventually Germany.
The journey down to Dover was uneventful and having checked in at the Port Authority I was sitting in the queue line for the ferry. I looked around at who else might be crossing. The usual day trippers and long distance lorry drivers by all accounts. My bike has a small “Freedom Rainbow” stripe both front and back and sometimes it gets the response that one might be looking for, but so far no interest from any of the travelers.
When beckoned by the Port staff I loaded the bike on to the ferry and strapped it down ready for the crossing. A deck hand came across to ensure the bike was secure, although it’s always left to the bike rider to make good the straps, they always check to see if it’s secured correctly. The deck hand had that hunky ruggedness about him. Unshaven, dirty overalls and hi viz jacket, about 6ft, approx mid 30’s and jet black curly hair. While checking the bike he lingered and was looking at the rainbow stripe. He then lifted his gaze to my eyes, lowered them to what I presumed was my crotch level and then back to my eyes, licking his lips and rubbing himself as his eyes met mine for the second time. Wow. Well there was a “come-on” if ever there was one. Was it the bike or the bike leathers that provoked the response?
The deck hand moved off and began busying himself with other cargo traffic but every so often gave a glance back towards where I was standing. I hung around in case this fleeting moment was going anywhere. The deck hand moved further down the ferry instructing traffic where to park in the ferry and I presumed the moment had gone. I went up to the ferry public areas and restaurant and bought a coffee.
After leaving the port of Dover and the ferry journey underway for about an hour, a call came over the loudspeaker system “Would the owner of the BMW motorcycle registration W--- --- please go to the stairwell gate of the blue deck where a deck hand would meet them. Concerned that the bike had probably fallen off its stand I quickly made my way to the named stairwell. Who should meet me standing at the top of the stairwell but Mr. Rugged Deck Hand. I asked was their anything wrong to which he replied,”Probably not – but I want to make sure”. I followed him down two sets of stairs and out onto the deck where the bike was. I checked the securing straps and told the deck hand that the bike looked fine and I turned towards him and said, “All looks ok to me”. He replied “Looks good from here too” grinning from ear to ear. The penny then dropped. Mr Deck hand wants to have some fun. I lowered my hand to my crotch and started rubbing the leathers. The deckhand beckoned me over to an area in between two lorries. He told me that we couldn’t be seen from that point. He placed his hand over my bike leather covered cock and started rubbing moving into me and pushing me back against the lorry cab. He unbuttoned my jacket pulling it open and lifting my tee shirt. His head went down onto my chest and he found my nipples. Warm wet lips started teasing them and his hand kept rubbing my cock. He then unzipped my leather jeans and pulled them down to my knees running his wet tongue down my chest as he lowered himself on to his knees.
I never wear underwear with the leathers and he exposed my cock to the cool air blowing the length of the deck. His tongue began lapping at the end of my cock and down the shaft and around my big shaven balls. I thought ‘Fuck, this guy knows what he is doing’. He ran his tongue up and down the shaft of my cock and then lapped again at the top of the head. He then opened his mouth and went down balls deep on my cock, taking the whole length, opening his throat to the point I could feel his unshaven face scratching my balls and navel. He sucked and ran his tongue around the base of my cock before coming up for air. He pulled off of my cock and looked at me and then went down on me again, bobbing up & down, slowly at first and then increasing the speed. This guy was gonna get me off fast. He was a master at oral and I was gonna have to slow things down. This was far too much fun. As if reading my mind the deck hand stood up, his hands rubbing my chest and tweaking my nipples, he then moved forward and gave me the longest deepest kiss that I’ve had in ages. While snogging him I opened the front of his overalls to reveal a dark matted hairy chest with a torso that suggested that this guy worked out. No beer belly or gut. This guy was fit. I attempted to slide down and find his cock but he wasn’t having it. He pushed me against the lorry cab and then began that warm wet snail trail down my chest, exploring my belly button with his tongue, down across my navel to my cock. This time he took first one and then both my balls in his mouth and ran his tongue all over them, back & forth slowly releasing the first one & then the other. His mouth engulfed my cock again and this time he pistoned his head back and forth each time going a little deeper, opening his throat.
I warned him that I was close to cumming but he took no notice. He sucked and slobbered and held my balls firmly. His tongue was amazing, using the rough side on the top of my cock and then the heat of his mouth to plunge down and deep throat me. I twitched and squirmed with the enjoyment of his cock sucking skills and he pulled on my balls harder each time I moved. His head now was jack hammering away up and down the length of my cock which twitched in his mouth each time he lapped the head. My body started shaking and then that spasm came when you know that you cannot hold back any longer. My body shook and trembled. Like a volcano erupting I shot my load down his throat in several long spurts. He held and squeezed my balls, sucking as hard as he could and swallowing my cum, making soft moaning noises. He kept sucking my cock and squeezing my balls until my cock went soft, only releasing them when he felt that he had extinguished every last drop of cum from me. He stood up and pushed towards me, kissing me and invading my mouth with his tongue. I could taste myself on him. I thought that this would be the finish of the session. How wrong I was.
The deck hand turned me around so I faced the lorry and pushed my hands either side of my body and forwards against the lorry cab. Still with my leathers around my knees he knelt down behind me and pulled my buttocks apart. His tongue went exploring around my hole lapping, nibbling and pushing. He took little bites on each buttock and in between nibbling and biting he ran his tongue over, around and into my hole. This guy was sending me places that I’d not been in for quite a while. He worked his spit into my hole, probing and pushing his tongue ever deeper with his rough hands pulling my ass cheeks apart to gain deeper entry. The mixture of his rough actions with his hands, together with the expert use of his tongue was making my legs tremble. Every so often he would run his hands up my back and around the front of my torso squeezing my nipples and at the same time dive his tongue ever deeper into my ass. I thought to myself…….where is this going to end. This guy wants something from me but he didn’t seem to want me to reciprocate, just allow him to work on and use my body. Several times I made a grab for his crotch but he wasn’t having any of it and kept slapping my hands away, pushing them back to the front of the lorry cab.
The deck hand continued rimming my ass and squeezing my nipples, biting my buttocks and torso sending me into raptures of sensation. He eventually stood up from his efforts of pleasuring my body. He slapped me on the ass, spun me around, gave me one deep lingering kiss and said I should dress myself as we would be docking soon and I should return to the public deck. I pulled up my bike leathers and did up the belt, zipped up the jacket and walked across to the staircase.
The deck hand walked off down the deck and as he did he turned around to face me, made a gesture with both hands pointing towards me as if saluting me, spun around and walked away. I made my way up the staircase to the sound of the loudspeaker saying we were docking at Calais.
Well, it wasn’t quite the Mile High Club…….but definitely a life on the ocean wave! |
