The Ride By Andrew Phillips [andrewphile@gmail.com]
[This is a story of a sexual encounter/new relationship between two adult men. If that offends you please do not read it.]
He was half my age, tanner, thinner but extraordinarily fit and well defined. He had come with friends of my friends and we had spent the afternoon at the beach enjoying one of those perfect summer days full of sun, breezes and camaraderie. He was entering his senior year at Brown, majoring in English. He had a relaxed nature, comfortable with his body and mind. Perfect teeth, green eyes, light brown hair. He was quick of wit with a warm smile. He even laughed at my quips.
His body was as close to perfect as I had ever seen. His baggy trunks hung low on his hips, exposing both great abs and a narrow dark trail from navel to what must be a beautiful package, shown only by a gentle but significant bulge. My eyes lingered on it at one point and when I looked up he had clearly seen my attention and smiled.
Mid-afternoon his friends indicated they had other errands and had to go. He seemed reluctant to leave, and I stepped up and said I could take him home. He quickly took the offer.
So we spent another couple of hours talking, swimming, comparing recent books we had read.
While I was older than him, I too was quite fit. Where he was relatively hairless I was hirsute, but not too excess. I was a couple of inches taller and had more of a gymnast's build to his swimmer's build. I had a short beard, he was clean shaven.
The sun was settling in the west and people were drifting back to their cars. I said it was time to go. We donned our t-shirts and picked up our towels. We walked to the parking lot. When I walked up to my Harley he was surprised.
'I didn't know you had a bike.'
"Yeh, didn't I tell you. Hop on.'
He sat close behind me. He supported himself with hands on grips behind him. This wouldn't do, so after starting the motor I let the clutch out abruptly, almost throwing him off. He immediately grabbed me around the waist, just where I wanted his hands.
And off we went. Down the Mid-Cape highway. 'Where am I taking you?' I called behind me. He said something, perhaps 'Barnstable', but I couldn't hear him clearly, his words washed away by the wind. 'What?' I said. He leaned forward and said, close to my right ear, 'Barnstable.' I felt his lips on my ear, felt his warm left cheek on my right.
But he had ideas of his own, too. As we barreled down the road, by now on route 6A, I felt his hands starting to explore the body onto which he held. His right hand slowly opened over my belly just below my ribs. At first I thought it was just a chance adjustment but then he went higher and the tips of his fingers found my, by now, erect left nipple and he began to massage it. Meanwhile his left hand was not idle either, spreading over my lower abs. His pinky and ring finger were already below my waistband and descending with purpose. My cock was ascending to meet them. They soon met and his whole hand took hold, with authority.
It was at that moment that I gave a spurt of acceleration. We both knew why.
I desperately wanted this young man, and turned to ask him where in Barnstable he was staying. I wanted to feel him even closer to me, and was gratified when he again leaned close to my right ear and whispered, '12 Windsor Way, just off Main beyond the Hyannis Road, on the left.' He ended with what felt like a brief kiss to my ear.
But I also felt more than his hands and lips on me. His cock was rising as well. That obscure package in his baggy shorts had enlarged and I felt its pressure in the small of my back. I shifted a bit to give him a little friction and he reciprocated by stroking my hard-on.
His right hand now joined his left working on my genitals, cupping my furry balls and stroking that magic place behind them. We were both getting pretty hot on this pleasant summer night.
We still had a few miles to go. 'You want to join me...' he shouted. I couldn't hear the end, but I was all in favor of any kind of "joining" he had in mind, and I nodded.
Soon after Yarmouth Port our mutual ministrations were giving us both great pleasure. His stroking intensified and his pelvic thrusting did as well, helped by every bump we went over. Had we been naked I am sure I would have raised myself up and impaled myself gratefully on his erection. But barring that we both soon came to explosive ejaculations almost simultaneously, producing enormous quantities of cum.
I swung into his driveway soon after and we jumped from the bike, and ran laughing into his apartment, not wanting the neighbors to see our stained t-shirts. We kissed passionately while ripping off each other's clothes and jumped into his shower. The warm water washed off the sea's salt and our sticky mess. But under that gentle warmth our recent flaccidities quickly turned into new tumescences, as we got to know each other much, much better.
[If you think I should continue this story and relationship please email me at andrewphile@gmail.com.]