Desert Ride – Mike's Version
I was in Palm Springs last year on business and my rental car broke down outside of town. It was a hot, sunny afternoon when I started the long walk into town (I'd foolishly left my cell phone in my hotel room.) The temperature was climbing and I was beginning to feel its effects when I heard a motorcycle pull up behind me. Turning around I saw a man wearing a helmet and leather outfit. “Need a lift, mister?” he said in a deep, masculine voice as he got off the bike. “I'd sure appreciate it,” I replied. He stuck out his large, rough hand and shook mine. “I'm Randy.” “Mike,” I introduced myself. I immediately noticed that his outfit was tight and fit him snugly all over, including an impressive bulge between his legs.
“Well, climb on and let's get you back to town,” Randy said.
He mounted his motorcycle and motioned for me to hop on behind him.
I'd never been on the back of a bike before and felt uncomfortable as I took my place on the motorcycle. Randy was obviously an experienced biker and accelerated quickly down the highway Soon we were doing 60 mph. I felt the need to hold onto something, and the only things to grab were Randy's legs. I held on tightly, disconcerted at racing down the road at high speed on a crotch rocket. Oddly enough, the tighter I held onto onto Randy's legs, the more erect his cock became.
“Well,” I said to myself, “the Desert is famous for its large gay population.” Being in a mischievous mood, I slid my hands further and further up Randy's muscular legs, closer and closer to his dick, which grew thicker and harder. We were still several miles out of town, and it turned me on to realize that there was nothing Randy could do to stop my playing with him. I grew aroused and my swollen cock rubbed against his leather-clad butt.
I'd told Randy the name of my hotel, but he drove to his house, which was in Cathedral City. We pulled into his garage and as soon as the door closed behind us, he got off the bike, removed his helmet, and yelled at me, “What the hell are you doing, dude? You've got me so horny I can't stand it! I've got a date tonight but I need release now!”
Randy's boner was showing through his snug leather outfit. We looked at each other for a long second, then I dropped to my knees and unzipped his pants. His thick cock sprang right up to my face and stood proudly at attention. I wasted no time in surrounding it with my mouth. Randy moaned in pleasure as I sucked and licked my way up and down the shaft but paying special attention to the head, which I worked over with my tongue and lips, enjoying the salty-sweet taste of his precum. As an experienced cocksucker, I knew how to take him to the edge of orgasm but back off before he came, judging by his moans and grunts and the stiffness of his dick. This went on for several minutes. until Randy could hold it no longer and shot down my throat, one of the biggest loads I've ever taken.
“Ahhhhh! Wow, Mike, that was great! I'm glad I gave you a lift.”
“My pleasure,” I replied. “Now it's my turn!”
Randy seemed surprised that I asked for as good as I gave, but I stood up, spread my legs, and unbuttoned my Levi's to reveal my erect cock. Reluctantly, he got on his knees and was soon sucking my tool like an expert. I held the back of Randy's head to encourage him to take it deeper. It didn't take long for me to blow my load. Randy seemed unfamiliar with the experience, but found the jism tasty and swallowed the delicious treat.
“Well, let's get you to your hotel, then I have things to do.”
We rode to my hotel in silence. When he dropped me off, I said, “Thanks again, Randy.” He didn't remove his helmet or say a word, but just waved goodbye and sped off on his motorcycle.
I never found out how his date went that evening, or if it was with a man or woman. But I'll never forget Randy and our motorcycle ride.
Desert Ride – Randy's Version
Last summer I was returning home to Palm Springs from a motorcycle rally in LA. I was in a hurry; my girlfriend Cindy couldn't make the trip and after a week I was horny as fuck. She'd called me to tell me she had arranged a special date that night, and I was in eager anticipation. In the desert outside Palm Springs, I came across a dude whose car had broken down. Although I was in a hurry, I felt sorry for him. I stopped along the roadside, introduced myself, and offered him a ride to his hotel. He was a bit of a flake, having left his phone in his room.
His name was Mike, and he climbed onto the back of my bike and we headed into town. He held me around the waist, which made me a bit uncomfortable, but I ignored it. Then I felt his hands move down further and further until they touched my crotch, and his boner pressed into my leather-clad butt!
Horny as I was, I felt my own cock go stiff. I didn't want to stop there in the desert to confront him. I just wanted to get him back to his hotel and get rid of him. As we rode on, it became harder and harder to control my cock. I almost came in my pants! I finally decided to teach this guy a lesson. I'd had some bi experiences in my early twenties but put them out of my mind when Cindy and I got together three years ago. I was ahead of schedule and had about two hours before she expected me. Rather than take Mike to his hotel, I drove to my place, pulling into the garage. I was pissed off but horny when we dismounted the bike.
“What the hell do you think you're doing? Are you a creep or something?”
“Dude, I'm sorry,” Mike replied. “I needed something to hold onto; you were going so fast.”
“You didn't have to hold onto my crotch,” I said. “Anyway, you got me so worked up I need release right now. Sorry I got so angry. I've been with dudes before and could use a little male action now.”
It didn't take long for Mike to get the idea. He dropped to his knees right there in the garage, unzipped my leather pants, and took my manhood into his mouth. The smell of leather floated through the garage. Mike talked like he'd never done this before, but I knew he was experienced because he knew just how to work my dick with his lips, tongue, and mouth. I loved it but hoped I could hold out until I was with Cindy later. But it had been so long since I'd come, and Mike was so good at what he was doing! I finally gave up and let go a load down his throat. He swallowed it like he'd done it a million times.
I felt some relief but knew I had more to give. But before I could suggest we go to the bedroom, Mike stood up and unbuttoned his Levi's, proudly showing his stiff boner.
It had been years since I'd been with a guy, but Mike had done me good, so I felt obligated to give the same. I got down on my knees (the sound of my leather outfit adjusting as I knelt turned Mike on even more!), took his cock in my mouth, and slowly started working on it. I found it's like riding a bike. Once you learn how you never forget! Mike moaned with pleasure, so I knew I was doing it right. He must have not had sex in a while. It was just a couple minutes before he shot his wad, which I took down my throat, enjoying the salty-sweet taste of jism.
When we'd both zipped up, I realized I just had an hour before I was to meet my girlfriend. “Come on, I'll get you to your hotel. I've got a date tonight.”
I took Mike to his hotel, (he held onto the bike not me this time). Sure enough, the place was one of the many gay resorts in town. He dismounted the bike and I took off, not wanting to be late to meet Cindy. I rushed home and showered, doing my best to wash my sweat and Mike’s man-scent off me.
Cindy and I had our special date, and luckily, I had enough cum saved up to have sex with her. But as we made love, I couldn't help but think of Mike and the unexpected and exciting sex I'd had earlier that day. Mike had said something about being in town from time to time on business. I wonder if I'll meet him again?
