A Boy and an old bike – part three
The weekend passed way too quickly. We rode the bike and quad as much as possible and fucked with wild abandon at night. Each time ending with me on top and draining my balls into his eager butt.
I was getting ready to shower and then make the trek home. Chris was still full energy and if time allowed would have had me fill him over and over and wake up ready to go riding again. He now sensed the weekend was over. He joined me in the shower and we just gently kissed and washed each other from top to bottom.
I got dressed and headed for the truck.
“I’ve had a great weekend Chris and hope that this will continue again”
“I’d like that Dad, the weekend was too quick”
I kissed Chris in the driveway and again after climbing in the truck.
“We’ll talk this week and makes plans for another weekend together if that is ok”
“I’ll look forward to that”
On the way home I was running through some mental notes I’d made about the weekend. I was getting more comfortable on the bike and some of the skills I’d had as a younger man had returned. The old bike had surprised quite a few of the regulars at the track, even though it wasn’t real race conditions. I knew how to go faster it was just a matter of do I want to put the money into the old bike or buy a new one. Step up the rear sprocket 4 teeth and down one on the countershaft would allow me to accelerate much faster and get onto the pipe and power band. However the suspension would hold some of that speed back. Back and forth I went all the way home. After unloading the bike and settling in for the night, I opened the yellow pages to find the nearest Yamaha dealer. I’d make that final decision after talking with the shop Monday after work.
I get to work on Monday and who is waiting in my office? Robert.
“So how did your weekend go with the new boy?”
“I had a great time with Chris and the weekend was much needed time away”
“Chris? So the boy does have a name. Tell me all about him. Would I do him?”
“Robert you would do the Pope if he let you.”
We do some more banter back and forth and then get to the days business.
I finish the afternoon without too much left that can’t wait until tomorrow.
I decide to head to the bike shop and see what I can find out and make a decision about whether to upgrade the old bike or buy a new one.
I walk in and start checking out the dirt bikes. The salesman comes up and I get the standard, “Can I help you?”.
“I haven’t decided whether I should upgrade my old bike or buy new”
“What do you have and maybe we can figure it out”
I start giving him the specs of the bike and when I get to the Naguchi cylinder and head he pipes up.
“Naguchi. Where did you get that stuff?”
“I was in the Navy overseas and the bike was built for racing motocross there. Naguchi was the top builder of Yamaha’s back then.”
“Naguchi came to the States and was building Honda superbikes for awhile, definitely fast machines. By chance were you the rider at the track this past weekend on the 250?”
“That could have been me, if you were looking at the orange 250, dual shock antique”
“Yeah that is the bike. You impressed some people with that old bike”
We get into the nitty gritty and he explains the new technology of shocks, 4 strokes are the big seller now as most guys don’t like the pipey feeling of the two strokes. I like the burst of power when a 2 stroke comes up on the pipe and makes instant power. My next question seems out of place for the guy. I ask if there is a builder in the area for two strokes to put some more power into it without it being obvious. He laughs and says “Follow me”. He leads me down to the shop and points to a row of full race bikes. We use to race the 2 strokes but our riders prefer the smoother power of a 4 stroke now. He goes over and grabs one of the 250’s, rolls it out to the back door and it fires up on the 3’rd kick. It has been sitting too long, usually starts on the first kick.
“Here take it out and let me know what you think”
I climb on; this bike sits about 4 inches higher than mine because of the suspension technology he had explained earlier. I ease the throttle up and the clutch out. I can tell this is a serious race machine, the clutch is pretty tight and there is no slip at all. There is a small circuit back there and I am not in riding cloths so I just ease the bike up a little, slide forward in the seat and grab a handful. The front wheel lifts up as the power kicks in and instinctively I lean forward and let the front wheel back ease down while staying on the throttle, bang 2’nd gear and the front wheel again lifts. This bike is a beast waiting to tear up the gravel with anyone willing to keep her on the pipe. I head back and hit the kill switch and coast back to the shop.
“This is some serious machinery”
“Yep, too bad we don’t have any riders for them anymore”
“If you would take my bike in trade we might put my old fat ass in the seat”
“You would be willing to trade in your vintage bike on this one?”
“If the price is right, we can do the paperwork now”
“Lets go see what we can do”
“By just seeing what I saw this past weekend and what you told me you had it in, this is what I’ll do for you. Of course this will depend on you bringing it in and my mechanic going over it”
“I’ll see you tomorrow after work”
I’m pretty happy with what I’ve heard at the bike shop. Not much money and I’m on a newer bike that has been race prepped and tuned. I head home and stop at the Chinese take out so I can just relax and let the excitement out without having to clean anything up after making dinner.
I call Chris after eating and have to hold my excitement about the deal in and want to surprise him next time I go to the track with him.
We exchange the “I had a great time this past weekend”. I hang up after a nice chat and hit the sack.
Robert is again waiting for me at my office.
“I have an idea. Invite Chris up here for a weekend so you can see how he handles meeting us”
“Actually that isn’t a bad idea for him to get a glimpse of my world.”
The day goes pretty much as usual, except Robert wants to do lunch again and get more juicy details about Chris, which I avoid. I’m not about to tell him I fuck Chris till it feels like my cock is about to fall off. He is so full of energy all of the time, it is difficult to keep up with him sexually. Even at the track, he is go go go, just taking a break to gas up, get a drink, make a quick check of the quad and back out there.
Chris calls me and we chat again about the usual small talk stuff.
“How would you like to come and visit me this coming weekend?”
“Really?”
“Yes. My friend Robert wants to meet you and I’d like you to see part of who I am away from the track. If you might like that of course”
“I would actually”
“Ok then. I promise not to overload you with old guy stuff”
“Some is ok”
“I’ll email you directions, I’m easy to find”
The week passes pretty quickly. I have made the deal for the new bike, which I haven’t told Chris about and will surprise him when he visits. What a turn of events. I meet a younger man who likes me apparently for who I am and not for what I can do for him.
I’ve learned Chris likes to fish and hunt besides ride the quad at the track. His taste in music is pretty much what the guys in his age bracket like, while mine is much softer and easier on the ear drums.
I’m looking at the clock every five minutes it seems and 5 o’clock can’t get here soon enough so I can head home and wait for Chris to arrive. I’m very excited. I head home a bit early to avoid rush hour traffic to find Chris is waiting for me at the house. I beep the horn heading up the driveway and he gets out of his truck.
“Where is your truck. You don’t drive it all the time?”
“No. I do like some comfort for my daily commute. Come on in, it is good to see you”
I open the door and spin him around as soon as he gets in and kiss him.
“Good to see you Chris, I’ve been looking forward to seeing you all week”
“Come on sit down and lets talk”
“I’d rather do something else”
“We have all night for that, but if you really want to we can go to the bedroom”
We head to the bedroom and spend the entire night there. No dinner, just sex. However it is different, Chris is not as hurried. There is no agenda and we enjoy each other over and over. The one constant is fucking, when it is time for me to cum, he wants me inside and buried as deep as I can get. I’m more comfortable in my own bed and awake early, refreshed and just ready to ravish Chris again. He is sleeping soundly and I decide to let him sleep. I head off to the kitchen and start to make some breakfast. I need my morning coffee, another ritual that I’ve come to enjoy over the years. I didn’t hear Chris come into the kitchen and turn to see him looking at me.
“You could have gotten me up when you got up”
“You were sleeping soundly; I would have come to get you when breakfast was ready”
“You can wake me if you want”
“Breakfast now or fuck first?”
“Lets eat and then fuck ok?”
Breakfast goes by quickly and we head back to the bedroom. It is not long and the urgency of fucking is back. I mount Chris and begin to pound his ass.
“Chris you ready to give me this ass full time?”
“Yes Dad, breed me and make me yours”
I keep pounding him and it seems I’ve gone beyond the point of cumming and just keep pumping him. I slow down and lay on top of Chris and easily slide in and out. I roll him on his side again and he knows what is coming. His cock is ready for the stroking and fondling, and he stops me as he is getting close. I let him relax and continue again until he is right at the edge and stop again. We continue this dance into the afternoon. We alternate between slow and easy and just plain trying to bang his ass through the bed. Chris finally succumbs and I can tell he wants to cum, I’m not quite ready but remember back to the first time we fucked this way and I’m ready and flush my balls deep inside him. He shoots another massive wade across the bedroom onto one of the night tables.
We nap for about an hour and the phone wakes me. I let it roll to voicemail and hear Robert.
“Hey. Get your asses out of bed already. We still on for tonight?
I roll over and pick up the phone.
“Yes we are still on for tonight”
To be continued