Motorcycle Roadtrip Fuckfest

On one of my frequent trips to West Africa I had been email-introduced to the client who said that he would collect me personally from the airport upon arrival.

All very nice but honestly, not something I am usually comfortable with because a) I like to move around under my own steam and b) you never know who you’re gonna meet and it sometimes better to draw a line between work and non-work.

The flight down was all very pleasant. Relatively new plane, new business class seats, nice food and I caught up on some films as usual.

Landed and got through immigration with no hiccups and texted the client, “I’ve just gone through immigration, be there shortly.”

“Okie,” was his reply, “I’m in a bright yellow polo T just outside, you can’t miss me.”

I am not sure what I was expecting, but this guy was not even close. The polo T was indeed a very bright yellow but it was also stretched tight because of his puffed up pecs and muscular arms. I think my jaw dropped in awe a bit and I am pretty sure stumbled by this new client who was a fine looking young man.

He was about my height at 5’9” but much more muscular and although he was a national of this particular African country, you could tell right away that he was of mixed nationality. Turned out as I got to know him a bit more, he was born in this country to a Nigerian father and Thai mother, so his skin tone was light, almost caramel.

All-in-all, a really good looking guy who not only looked amazing in his tight fitting polo T, but he had the cutest smile as I approached.

After introducing me to his larger team who had all come to the airport to welcome me, he led me to his car and we headed off toward the hotel.

We got to know each other during the 30 minute drive and he kindly showed me around the capital city which I had never visited and I confess to stealing casual glances over at him as he drove.

The phrase “Sexy fucking man,” was on repeat in my head as I checked out the bulging arms down to his tight little waist and then to his crotch which looked as bulging as the rest of him.

Even before the hotel, the Devil and God’s advocates were arguing in my head. “You can’t fuck a client,” “yes you can, you’re both adults,” “No, it’s unethical,” “Not if its consensual,” and on it went.

Getting me checked into the hotel, he suggested connecting for a drink later around dinner time which suited me fine. I took advantage of the time to get set up in my room, showered, changed into fresh clothes and took a little rest before meeting him the bar.

He had come with several colleagues so any dream in my mind of getting him naked was dashed but anyway, I was there to work, not to play.

My assignment lasted about 2 weeks and in that time, there were many times where he seemed flirty and it was always when we were alone in a car, or the office and almost as if he had to be certain that no one could see.

He wasn’t shy either about sharing things about his life and his family, especially photos. In a few where he was swimming with his kids I caught a glimpse of his bod and as suspected and hoped he was indeed the definition of a chiselled muscle guy.

On my second last night there he invited me to his house for a farewell dinner and to meet his European wife and extended family including two adorable little girls. A very pleasant evening and after dinner he took me on a tour of the compound and their lovely gardens.

At the back of the garden was an open-ended garage housing 4 motorcycles. This sparked my interest because I have always liked the look of a muscular guy’s thighs straddling a motorcycle. Turns me on anyway and he showed me each one of the bikes in turn telling me about each of them.

“I’m actually coming up near you for a little cycle tour next summer. My wife has family up north and so while she is visiting I’m going to do some touring around the Highlands, you should come join me!” he suggested.

I laughed as I pretended to know how to straddle one of the bikes and probably because of a bit of a booze in me I said, “No thanks, I am better at riding bitch I think.”

He laughed out loud and moved in front of the bike I was straddling.

He put his hands on top of mine which were wrapped around the throttle and handlebar, looked at me with a huge smile and said with a huge grin, “Vroom Vroom, suit yourself.”

My cock got very hard at this point and I took advantage of having to dismount the bike to readjust my boner out of the way before we joined the family again.

Fast forward three months and I get a WhatsApp text from him, “Hey bro, remember the bike tour? You wanna come up and hang out a bit? I know you don’t ride, but we could figure out something and actually, having your car would be handy for rain days etc.”

I thought about it for all of 2 seconds and we put the plan in motion.

I would drive up in a few weekends, he had arranged the hotels and we would travel around for a week or so seeing the sites etc.

He was very effusive when we met in this quaint small town on the edge of an unpronounceable Loch somewhere in the middle of nowhere and gave me a huge hug when I got out of my SUV.

“How was the drive bro?” he asked while holding me tight.

In telling him about the 10-hour drive I had to refrain my hands from roaming as we embraced and for a second I questioned what the hell I was doing here but he felt so good and smelled good and looked so dam cute.

After a few drinks later that evening, we were caught up on everything in our lives, family, work etc. The plan was settled, the weather looked nice tomorrow so we would head off on the bike after breakfast.

We were sharing the room and on the first night, even if something had happened, I was so tired from the drive that I literally passed out as soon as my head hit the pillow.

I woke up the next morning to the sound of my friend showering and hopped out of bed to make coffee.

“Good morning!” he practically shouted a few minutes later as he emerged from the bathroom with the white towel wrapped around his waist.

“Good morning to you!” I practically screamed back and we both laughed like little kids over the goofiness on display.

After some coffee while he primped and got ready, I jumped in the shower myself and began to look forward to actually riding a motorcycle.

When I came out he was pretty much ready to hit the road and looking very fine in some dark denim that hugged his thighs almost to perfection and a tight black T-shirt that left little to the imagination.

I ended up matching the colours he had on with similarly dark jeans and a dark t-shirt to which he laughed and teased me saying that people will think we’re a couple.

After breakfast, we came back to the room and got the rest of our kit. I have no bike gear whatsoever but found a windproof jacket which would suffice but my friend was more into the gear and put on a very sexy looking leather jacket.

You know how some biker apparel just screams “biker?” with different colors of leather, stripes and logos? This wasn’t like that it was actually a very nice black leather jacket that fit him beautifully. 

I was now officially more turned on than before.

Off we went and he gave me a little demo on the bike, how to sit, how not to lean etc and off we went.

For my first time on the back of a bike it was both terrifying and fun and I was enjoying holding onto his torso which he didn’t seem to mind.

We rode on and off most of the day visiting local castles and bridges and toward the end of the afternoon, I was holding on for dear life as he went up and around this curved road at a really fast speed. I could hear him laughing in his helmet no doubt aware of how scared I was by the pressure he felt of me holding onto him.

A few short seconds later, the road opened up and he slowed down a little and we were cruising along nicely.

I was still holding onto him and I noticed his left hand coming off the handlebar.

He reached down to his torso, grabbed my clenched left hand and placed it on his thigh.

I nearly leapt off the bike when my hand contacted his thigh because he was noticeably hard and had placed my hand right on top of his cock.

With this tacit permission, I moved my other hand to join the other thigh and gave his cock a rub down and squeeze through his jeans.

We rode along like this with me rubbing his dick for a little while and at one point, I noticed the bike slowing and he turned into this little roadway that seemed to go across a bridge and up into the mountains in the distance.

He pulled over, stopped the bike, and while propping it up from toppling over, took off his helmet and said, “You know what Bro, I am pretty much hard all the time I ride a bike…..so come on, get down.”

I got off the back and removed my helmet wondering what was next. He took my helmet and put the two of them on the handlebars and grabbed my hand.

He didn’t say a word but led me along the road to the bridge and we clambered down to the side of the bridge out of sight.

Not a peep from him. He turned around, looked me straight in the eyes and started to undo his belt.

I took the hint and dropped to me knees and pushed his hands away.

Bit of a tangent here, but in porn, my absolutely favourite part is when the guy opens the jeans of the other guy and cock plops out. The reveal as I call it.

I got back to work fiddling with the belt and then the buttons of his jeans and with a little tug out sprang a nice and thick 7.5” cock wet with precum from me rubbing it for the last 10 miles.

He also wasn’t wearing underwear which as he would later tell me, something about the vibration of the bike feels so much better when commando and no wonder he is always hard.

He had a nice cock, almost perfect for sucking, just long enough that it could cause a gag and thick enough to stretch my mouth open wide. He also had a beautiful set of bull nuts which as I was about to learn, literally produced mouths full of cum.

I used the opportunity afforded by my kneeling position to explore his big muscled ass with my hands and roamed my hands up his abs and chest.

He was holding the sides of my head as I blew him and I could sense that he was getting close.

A few more pumps in and out and he grabbed my chin, “Look at me,” he commanded as he raised my chin and pulled his cock out of my mouth. “Open your mouth” he said.

With one hand on the side of my head, the other stroking his cock, he positioned the tip just barely inside my lips and blasted a huge load into my mouth.

I tried to swallow as much as I could but a fair bit dribbled out onto my chin which he used the tip of his cock to swipe it up and feed it back to me.

You’ll know from other stories I have on here that if I know a straight guy’s cum has made babies, there is something about it that makes me want it even more so I didn’t mind one bit taking every last drop if I could.

Spent and panting, he leaned against the bridge and let out a huge breath of air.

“Let’s go back to the hotel,” he said as he pulled his jeans back up and stuffed his sticky dick away.

From there, the rest as they say is history. We got back to the hotel and promptly fucked like bunnies into the wee hours of the evening. He said he was versatile but that night was just about me riding bitch on this biker dick and he was a jackhammer of a top. That first night, he dumped 2 loads in my ass and splashed another across my face before we fell asleep exhausted.

The next five days were much the same pattern, ride the bike for a bit, have sex outdoors and then go back to the hotel for more sex. I fucked him twice which was heavenly, his big muscled ass around my cock was such a turn on and he turned out to be a big cum whore as well begging for my load inside him. We only had one rain day and used my SUV in which he repaid the favor of the initial rub-down by giving me a hand job while I drove. When I was getting close, we pulled over and he twisted his way across onto my lap and sucked the load out of me before we continued on our way.

I had brought with me a selection of jock straps which we shared and a few bottles of poppers which we exhausted and on one night we were talking to a guy in some random bar who sold us an edible which we did after we got back. The sex that night was off the chain!

Anyway, all good things must come to an end and our little biking adventure was coming to a close.

Our last morning together was surprisingly tearful and as we fucked one last time before going our separate ways, he whispered those dirty little words in my ear when he came in my ass…….”I love you bro.”

He went his way, I drove the 10 hours back home and that was that.

We keep in touch regularly and I have no doubt that when we next see each other, its going to be another wild fuckfest.

Or least I hope!