A Boy and an old bike

A Boy and an old bike:



The Yamaha 250 had been sitting in the garage for way too long. I had raced motocross while in the Navy overseas. My original plan was to race again when I got back to the States. However work and career plans just seemed to take priority. My career was now on cruise control and it was time to relax and have more to do than check emails from the office on weekends.



The bike was older and everyone looked at it and me as vintage relics that needed to be given space, or possibly bear the brunt of an out of control old geezer. I had tried to stay in shape but working out every day had slipped away long ago it seems. My first time around the area I pretty much stayed to what appeared to be the most traveled areas and didn’t get up on the pipe much the first few circuits.



I was taking a break and getting some water into me when someone spotted my clutch setup. One of my buddies I raced with long ago had figured out a cheater clutch setup. The starts of the old motocross races were done with one hand on your helmet, which meant you couldn’t have the bike in gear and keep the revs up. He figured a way to activate the clutch with your boot. The object was to lean forward, rev the bike up and when the flag dropped you just lifted your boot and dropped your hand to the handle bars for the start. Everyone else was grabbing for the clutch and kicking the bike into gear, while we were already 3 to 5 bike lengths out of the gate before they were in gear and accelerating out of the gate. So now the old guy doesn’t seem to be just a poser, he actually did know something. After explaining to a group of younger riders, they all filtered away except for one guy, which I later learned was Chris.



Chris was riding a quad, a four wheeled motorcycle type thing. He was also intrigued about the pipe I was running on the bike. I had put quite a few aftermarket (at the time they were) parts onto the Yamaha. Naguchi was the hot builder of parts for the Yamaha at the time. I had put a ported cylinder and flowed head as well as a different expansion pipe and stinger on, being this was an older bike most of the other riders didn’t pick up on those changes. Chris seems to be pretty knowledgeable and caught the changes even though they were hardly noticeable. He also picked up that the shocks were different for that era bike.

I explained everything he inquired about. In turn I asked him about his quad and how the area was setup and what would be the best way to ride around without incurring any major injuries. He offered to show me his route and said he’d slow down so I could follow him. After a couple of circuits I felt comfortable enough to pick up the speed. We rounded a long sweeping left hander with a short off camber right, which led into a decent straight. I came up on the pipe in the middle of the sweeper and jumped by Chris, hit the berm and fourth gear before he could get into his power band I was halfway down the straight and pulling away. I pulled off the track and headed back to my truck and he followed me. As I was pulling off my helmet he said “not bad for an old guy, next time you’ll not get that jump on me”. I laughed and offered him his choice of a water or gatorade. We did a little bench racing and I told him of my racing overseas and he shared his love of quads and being able to just let it all hang out.



I said I’d be back tomorrow and we could see who would get the best of whom. Chris asked if I was local as he’d never seen me there before. I lived a couple of hours away and was staying at the local hotel. Chris lived only a couple of miles away. He seemed to want to be a little friendlier. What the hell I thought he was cute, I could use the ego boost for sure. I asked if he would like to share a pizza after I got cleaned up at the hotel. “Sure I like pizza” Chris responded. Chris helped me load up and I helped him load the quad. I started for the hotel and low and behold he is following me. We get to the hotel and I invite him into the room. Chris says he knows a good pizza place that delivers. What the hell I think, I can shower he can order the pizza. I get out of the shower and come out with just the towel around my waist and he is smiling up a storm. I ask him if he’d like to shower and he takes me up on the offer and says the pizza should take about 15 more minutes to get here. Chris is still in the shower and the delivery guy knocks on the door. I pay for the pizza and soda and no sooner get the door closed and hear the water shut off in the shower. I yell that the pizza is here. Chris comes up with just the towel around his waist too (and a slight bulge in the front).



Chris is a cute young man, about 5’10” or so, about 225 pounds, just some fuzz on his chest. I am 6’ about 235, hairy chest with some gut that has accumulated over the years of sitting behind a desk. We dig into the pizza and talk about riding. He seems fascinated about my time in the Navy and why I had started riding. We finish off the pizza and the time has passed pretty quickly. We are both still sitting there in the towels from the shower, Chris gets up to hit the bathroom and the towel just happens to fall down. He doesn’t quickly grab for it as it falls, just lets it fall and then slowly bends down to get it, “sorry about that” he says. “That is ok; my towel never seems to stay up either, this gut makes it quite a challenge”. Chris is putting the towel back around his waist and I see that he has the start of a hardon in the making. He shuffles off to the bathroom, takes a quick whiz and comes out again, and this time there is no mistaking he has a hardon. I excuse myself and hit the bathroom and his hardon has me getting hard as well. I come out of the bathroom and my bulge is sort of obvious as well. Chris opens his towel and lets it slide down. “I wasn’t sure if maybe you might be interested in a younger guy for some fun” Chris says. “or even if you like guys”. “Now how could I refuse an offer from a cute young man for some fun” I said.



I take my towel off completely and sit down next to Chris. I’m a bit surprised by his forwardness, but if he hadn’t of made the first move, I’d be sitting alone jerking off thinking about him. Plus how often do you find a cute young man who is interested in older guys? I put my hand on his leg and ask him if he is sure he wants to go farther. He nods and I reach around him and kiss him gently. He responds and I lay back with him and we realign ourselves on the bed. It doesn’t take long and my cock is aching for more than kissing. Chris obliges and has been rubbing my cock along with his. He slides down and his mouth is quickly wrapped around my 7” throbbing boner. He is sucking me and his tongue is doing some amazing things around the head and up and down my shaft. I’m getting close and pull him back up to kiss him some more. I slowly start sliding down to taste this young mans meat and I am rewarded with a nice droplet of precum. I take him down as far as I can; he matches me pretty close in the size department. His back arches up and he is slowly pumping his hips as I move up and down his amazingly hard cock. I can tell he is getting close by the spasms and he does the same to me and pulls me up. I kiss him again and he asks if I’d fuck him. Now how could I possibly turn that down?

I roll him over and find the lube I’ve packed to jerk off with on the trip. I lube his ass up and find my finger easily slides in. I lube my cock and position it right at his ass cheeks and as I move in, I slide in all the way without having to check up at all. As I lay down on top of Chris he is wiggling his ass under me and softly moaning. “Daddy give it to me”. I just relax on top of Chris and tell him to relax and let me do the work so I don’t cum too quickly in his silky ass. I’m telling you this young man is making my year to say the least. I haven’t been this hard in quite some time and here is he is taking all of me and wanting my cum to boot.

I get to the point of no return after holding off as long as possible and let Chris know I’m about to cum in case he wants me to pull out. He reaches back and pulls on me to stay inside and fill him with as much cum as I can muster. I spasm and my cock is quickly spurting out what feels like gobs and gobs of cum. After getting my breath back I have already slide out as my cock softened and can see my cum has been oozing out and I know he has milked quite the load out of me. I roll Chris over and kiss him and quickly go down and find his cock has been oozing as well with precum. A few times up and down and he is ready to explode in my mouth and I gladly accept his massive load of tasty cum.

We lay there and catch our breath after a very nice interlude that will certainly be remembered for a long time. I ask Chris if he would like to shower again before heading home. “If you don’t mind I’d like to spend the night”, Chris says. I don’t have to think about that very long. “I’d love to have you spend the night”

Chris is an eager young man and he doesn’t sleep for long and his mouth is again on my cock and this time I give him what he is looking for, another load of Daddy cum. We exchange cum several times during the night. As the light starts to filter through the blinds of the room, Chris is again at my cock and wants me on top of him again. This time I’ve gotten my second breath and give his ass a good pumping. Chris is a willing bottom and I pound him for all I’m worth and I’m running out of energy and feel one more load on the way. I lie down all the way and press in as far as I can and let out another load that feels like the first one.

I ask Chris if he was missed at home last night after spending it with me. “I live alone and can come and go as I please”.

We shower and I ask him where he would like to go for breakfast. “We have a nice little place not far away”. I pack up my stuff and check out and Chris leads the way to the diner. We talk over breakfast and I tell him I’ll get in a few more hours of riding and then head home. I give him my business card and tell him he can call me any time on my cell, he smiles and puts it in his pocket. We head back to the bike facility and ride for a couple of hours. I take one last ride around the circuit and start to pack up. Chris says he’ll call me and hopes I can get back to ride with him again.

“I certainly will, if you are going to make it too”. We shake hands and I start to drive off, I look back in the mirror and see him watching. I stop and back up. He comes to the window; I kiss him and tell him “I look forward to seeing my boy again”. He smiles and says “Drive safe Dad, I’ll be calling you real soon”.