not to look, but when I was finished moving the block and looked up to tell him to set the bike down on it, his crotch was just inches from my face. And it was no accident; he had a big bulge in those jeans. I felt my cock stiffen some more.

I got up to move to the next bike, and now my erection was obscenely obvious. I avoided any eye contact, and didn't say anything, as I was too embarrassed, but also intensely horny. Mike was a well-built guy, and acted as one of the club's "enforcers". He'd snap me like a twig if I did the wrong thing.

Of course the next bike had to be moved too. I didn't wait for him to say anything; I got down on my knees in the mud and waited for him to lift the side stand. The bike didn't move. I waited for what seemed like an eternity before looking up at him. His cock was fully erect now, and so long that the head of it disappeared into the top of his chaps.

He looked at me and said, "You want that, don't you?" I just froze, I didn't dare admit it, but my arousal was so obvious that I knew it was pointless to deny it. When I didn't say anything, he just shook his head and softly said "You cocksucking faggot" and then grabbed me by the hair at the back of my head. He pulled my face into his crotch, and I could feel the heat of his cock against my cheek right through his jeans. Bending over slightly, he hissed "You're gonna suck my cock, faggot" and ground my face into his crotch. He rammed my nose into the fly of his jeans, and I could smell the sweaty musk of his balls. I thought I'd lose my load right there. "Open them up - with your teeth, cocksucker" he growled, and I gave up all pretense of not wanting his cock.

I placed my muddy hands on his hips, and gently bit the denim around the bottom button, pulling it up and to the side until it popped open. I moved my mouth to the next button, and then the next. As the fly opened, I buried my nose into it, breathing deeply and moaning in pleasure at the musky smell. He yanked my head away from his crotch by my hair, and then reached into his jeans and pulled his cock and then his balls out. His cock was like a rock, and waved gently in the warm air. I let my legs spread slightly in the mud, and lowered myself into it to be able to lick his balls from below. He grunted in pleasure, and stroked himself with his free hand. Then he pulled my head up to his twitching cock.

My mouth was already full of saliva, and I rolled my lips around my teeth, opened up and swallowed his cock in one smooth dive. He must have been 8" long, and just the perfect width for my mouth. He gasped as his cock hit the back of my throat, my nose buried into the open fly of his jeans, and I slowly pulled my mouth back, using my tongue to caress the underside of his cock. He exhaled slowly and softly said, "Fuck, you're good" before ramming himself back into my mouth. He pulled back, and then slammed it into me again, all the while holding my hair in a death grip. I would