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"How'd you like to CUM on my motorcycle?" the message said

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 20 Jul 2000 1 comments
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by Roark It was dark out and I was feeling horny so I logged on to my local chat line on the computer and this guy that I knew, sent me an instant message. �How�d you like to cum on my motorcycle?� the message said. I was blown away. I mean no one had EVER suggested anything sexual to me centered around the motorcycle before, and yet I had always thought my bike was sexy. I see bikes out of the smallest corner of my eye and track them like a hawk. I love seeing men on their bikes, just like I love jacking off with them. Ed�s offer was just too inviting to pass up. I nervously responded to his message, confirming the excitement I was feeling, both in my growing bulge and racing heartbeat. I had met Ed previously through some biker friends of mine on a trip we all took to Palomar Mountain, to see the telescope and enjoy the winding roads on the way up. Ed�s hair was dark which really went well with his Leather/Levi look. He often wore 501�s (my favorite) and he always left the bottom button popped open (this makes me crazy). He wasn�t all that tall or built but he still looked very good and was fun loving. I think he knew I was even more attracted to his boyfriend and I had reason to believe the feeling was very mutual. Anyway, everyone does things differently and Ed said the right things that night. We had arranged to try it first under a bridge, where it is dry and flat and cars only come by occasionally. This was the thing that bothered me in my mind and in fact proved to be a problem. We met under the bridge and both realized it wasn�t the right place to try it. So we rode our bikes a few blocks down the street to another dark area at the end of a cul de sac in a business area. It was nice and dark. The trouble was there was this huge hotel, the Radisson (sp) I believe and it was so tall it left me with the feeling that someone was bound to see us and possibly call the cops. Ed, being less inhibited than myself had already pulled it out and was starting to stroke it but he could tell I wasn�t comfortable pulling mine out. Finally we ended up in his garage. It was in an apartment complex so there was some risk of being caught involved (a thrill to be sure) but it wasn�t out on a public street (too much risk). We were in a spot where it would take a car entering the garage about 30 seconds before they came around the bend and saw us. We were right near the elevator and we called the elevator so it would be on the parking level. That way, if anyone needed to use the elevator, they�d have to wait while the car came to them and we�d hear it and have time to button up. Ok so we had about 30 seconds at least to get buttoned up and pretend nothing odd was happening, if need be. First I sat on his lovely Suzuki. It was a gorgeous new bike, polished and shiny like it was brand new. I was already hard in anticipation of jacking off on Ed�s sexy bike. I pulled it out and beat my meat while I looked over and saw him sitting on my beat up old bike, beating his meat. I was so horny and aroused, every stroke felt incredible. I had even been prepared and brought some lube which I had slapped onto my dick just before I began pumping away on it. It was one of those times when I enjoyed every single stroke to the point where no effort was required to come. If anything, I had to slow down and stop touching my throbing hard dick for a while, just to hang on a while and really soak in the moment. The bikes were warm from the exhaust and I wondered if anyone might be sitting in a car near us and watching us. I looked around and didn�t see anyone. I didn�t care that much. My mind was on how great my butt and the rest of my body felt, sitting on his incredible machine, stroking my hard, hard penis that had inflated to the point where it was almost painful and purple. I looked over at Ed and he was stroking his dick and pumping on it in a way I could tell he was enjoying himself and taking it all in slowly as well. He was in no hurry. I couldn�t help myself. The feeling was so great with each and every stroke. It reminded me of when I would fuck my friend in high school with no rubber (we were so young and safe sex was just starting to get talked about). The sensation was similar. I was so turned on, I had to hold back in order to not come too soon. Finally, I could no longer stand it. I was so proud of myself because I CAME A TON of beautiful WHITE pre-cum and cum, combined. I just plastered the tank! I got up, put my meat away, buttoned up, and walked over to get a closer view of Ed�s cock and balls, as I knelt down and put my face right up to the side of his crotch. His cock and balls, were seriously jiggling, bouncing up and down. His balls were huge and they hung over his button fly and bounced up and down on my seat. Unbelieveably hot!! All of a sudden, this really thick, goey cum started to spurt out of his prick. It was so thick it just oozed its way down between the seat and the tank. Like a nerd, I wiped most of it clean before I headed home to catch some Zzzz�s. The next day as I was working on my bike, I opened the seat and found his cum was still there and some of it was still wet, preserved by the vinyl seat, pressed up against the metal tank. It still smelled good. Ed told me he left my cum on his bike as a kind of souveneir (sp). I�ve had several other occasions where I�ve fantasized about getting myself off, or even better, getting off with another guy while sitting on my bike. I think it would be really hot to exchange hand jobs or blow jobs while sitting on the bike.