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Accidental Fuck

By gentilly

submitted July 18, 2003

Categories: Chance Encounters

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I ride my 10-speed everywhere. I'm 22, 5'8", 145 pounds, with long, sun-bleached hair (I should wear a helmet but I don't). My body is in good shape just because of all the biking. I'm still in college, a senior. I live in the French Quarter in New Orleans. My college is about 8 miles from the Quarter—so I ride my bike there every day.

On a good day, I can make the trip in 25 minutes, but I've got to really move. One day I was speeding home, almost there, in the non-existent "bike lane", which means as close to parked cars as possible. I was at top speed when a door opened suddenly from the parking lane. I smashed into the door, flipped up in the air, and landed on my back on the hood of the car.

I was not out but totally stunned. The driver, or I should say, parker, jumped out of his car and raced around to me. He asked loudly, "Are you all right?"

I managed, "Uh, no."

He said, "Don't move. I'm going to feel for broken bones." I was spread-eagle on his hood. He had no trouble feeling every bone. Though my haze, I did notice he spent extra time on my upper legs and pelvic area. He said, "No breaks. I think I can move you inside my house. He slid me off the hood and placed my arm around his neck. We were struggling when a pedestrian took the other arm and we made it to his door. They laid me down on the driver's bed.

I heard the driver and the pedestrian talking. It turns out the driver's name was Paul and the pedestrian's name was Eric and they're friends. Paul got me some water and held my head for me to drink. He looked at some scrapes and cuts and said, "We've got to get these clothes off him and clean these wounds. Paul and Eric each took a side, pulled off my tee then pulled off my bike shorts and jock strap. Eric took off my shoes and socks while Paul got me a light cover. I felt warm and taken care of. Paul cleaned my scrapes and applied antiseptic. He lay down next to me and whispered, "I'm so sorry."

I mumbled, "'S'okay." Paul asked my name. "Tim."

Eric stood by the bed and stroked my hair, always a turn on for me. Paul said, "He's okay. Nothing broken and he knows his name." Eric was noticing another indication of my wellness. His hair stroking had given me a huge boner, clearly visible under the coverlet. Eric started massaging my cock through the fabric. I moaned.

Paul said, "Well here's something I can do." He pulled back the cover, revealing my scuffed but buff body. He took my hard cock in his mouth while Eric played with my balls. I was really moaning now, obviously out of any health danger. Eric wet a finger and started working my asshole. I was in heaven. Then Paul moved up on the bed and straddled my head. He lowered his big prick into my mouth. I sucked as hard as I could. Eric had my legs over his shoulders and was slicking his dick and my asshole with his spit. He started with fingers. When he got three up me, he used them to guide his fat cock up my ass. I squirmed and moaned and deep throated Paul's dick. My bike was totaled, my body scraped up but I had no complaints. I was being fucked royally down my throat and way up my ass.

For the next half hour they fucked me good. Paul twisted my tits and Eric spanked me hard. I loved it. Paul started to cum first. I felt his cock grow in my throat then pump quarts of cum down my throat. He stayed in my mouth until every drop was in my stomach and didn't pull out. Eric was watching Paul blow and picked up speed. He pounded so hard that Paul's cock was pushed deeper down my throat. Eric came big time, yelling and spanking me harder than ever. He grabbed my cock and I came immediately, cum flying everywhere. Eric let my legs down and fell onto my abs. He licked up all my cum he could reach while Paul licked what had gotten to my tits and face. He pulled his cock from my mouth and kissed me long and hard. Eric moved up and we had a very sexy 3-way kiss. I fell asleep.

When I woke up, Paul said, "We've got something for you."

I asked, "More than two cocks and a great fuck?"

"Yeah. Here's a new bike outfit. Why don't you try it on?" It was a muscle shirt and those shorts with slits all the way up the side. He said, "Follow me." He brought me to the patio and gestured to a barely used 10-speed. He said, "I never use it. It's yours."

I said, "Paul, you don't have to... He grabbed me and said, “You were a very good fuck!"

The end.


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