The Bike Ride

by Joey I was on a new bike. It wasn't really new, but it was new to me and I had put alot of care and work into her. It had 1,100 cc's and was a comfortable 4 cyl. Honda. It was sleek and I had tricked it out to look really nice. The paint was white pearl with perfect ghost flames, and she had lots and lots of chrome. I had added a high chrome sissy bar, and chromed out the valve covers and nearly all of the side covers. The aluminum was polished and was nearly as bright as the chrome. It was so powerful, I was glad for the sissy bar in case a second rider was swept off the bike for the acceleration The bike trip was one that we had planned for weeks, and I was to meet Dustin and Dan on their bikes. Dustin had the only Harley, but He was content to stoop to ride with his rice burning friends. (rice burners are Japanese bikes Harleys are the only American bike and they are so beloved and coveted, that they hold twice their value). Dustin was already across the mountains and down into the beautiful Sun Lakes of the Eastern Washington Dessert. Dan was to join us later today, and I was riding out alone to meet them that evening. I took off early, Cathy, my wife, was half glad I was able to go, and half mad she was not invited.. Old soft jeans, a leather vest and boots, pack and sleeping bag behind me making a nice back rest as I leaned back and let the engine roar down the highway. My hair was too long for work. Curly dark an thick, I had let it grow. I guess I wanted to look the part for the trip. Maybe the biggest attraction was to not look like a respectable man , but look just a little dangerous and unpredictable on a big bike. The first leg of the journey was uneventful, if beautiful as I wound up through the mountain passes that divide the state. We were living in Washington and loving it. There were the admiring stares of males of all ages in mere automobiles as I would roar past them. I reclined, legs high on the outriggin and one hand nonchalantly on the throttle. Women rarely look on a man on a motorcycle with little more than the clear intent to bring this sort of silliness to a halt, at home for sure, and soon at the voting booth. Occasionally though, you get the wanton slut, who sees the power the machine is translating into the maleness of the rider, and understands the ride that is promised by both. I like those women. Men almost always look hard at the bike, if they are two years old or 102. By early afternoon, I was dropping down to the foothills of the eastern desert, and had 125 miles left to cover. As The bike easily circled down, a rest stop was announced and I pulled in. There was no reason not to stop for a drink and a snack. I parked, close enough to be able to see my bike, and went into the toilet. The toilet was not a building at all, but three plastic outhouses.bolted together. These ugly things are called sanicans, and are serviced by a company that pumps out the contents on a more or less regular basis. I noted that the first one was occupied and went into the far one. There was a pile of shit on top of the seat and I moved quickly to the center one. I was astonished to find this one reasonably clean, and then decided to have a seat and see if this would be a good time for a dump. I sat after wiping the seat and putting down a paper, just to please mom, and as I settled, noted a large hole cut through the plastic wall of both my can and the one adjacent. There on the seat practically next to me was another fellow. I had not noticed his vehicle in the parking spaces, but I had not looked carefully either. I was a bit nervous for the position of the hole made only one area of my neighbors anatomy visible, his lap. I quickly assumed that it made my lap as visible to him and put my left hand over my cock. I sat for a moment, but all thoughts of defecation had fled, and after a silly sitting pee, I was ready to get out. I stole a glance at my unknown friend, and was stunned (and I do not choose the word lightly) to see he had his cock in his hand and was gently stroking it. The stroking had already had a serious effect and the penis was standing high and hard. It was fat and looked too white, with a red head i thought looked strange. Mine is almost a dark purple, and the skin of my dick is dark. I had seen another man's hard cock few times in my life before, but never on a stranger. The impact on me was immediate and emense. My body involuntarily produced the fastest and hardest penis a guy gets. I was in no mood to boast, however, and did not desire this response or the situation. It was futile to try to hide it as it is kind of a big dick, so I sat there in a state of numb confusion, with a hard on. The outcome of my erection was that the neighbor was now in an obvious state of sexual excitement. He was stroking his penis faster and opening and closing his legs as if he were about to ejaculate. I could see the red swolen head of his penis was shining with secretions. He was covered with bright blond hair. His legs, his belly his crotch and his pubic hair all the same blond shinny hue. He beckoned through the hole to me. I hoarsely told him I was not going to come over to his can. He then whispered that I should just push my cock through as he wanted to suck it. I had visions of some crazy slasher. I was already producing that clear slick stuff i make so much of. He knelt and i could see his mouth and moustache, clean white teeth. Nobody who brushes their teeth could be a maniac, so of course, I stood with the plan to let him touch the end of my penis with his tongue, just to be a nice guy. Share your toys, they say. I intended to do no more that that in the reslove of safety first. but somehow i was drawn to him. In seconds all thoughts of holding myself back were gone. I pushed up against the side of the wall with such force, I was nearly all into his side of the can, or at least the part he wanted. He pulled me into his mouth and down his throat. I pumped into him, and the feeling of sexual arousal went so high I was wild. The wall of the can was warm with the sun and as I squirmed against it, I was stimulated even more with the warm plastic wall on my belly and thighs and chest. I could hear him pulling air into his lungs raggedly as he would let my cock nearly out and would plunge it slowly deep in his mouth again. It felt like my cock was a yard long as the long slide of my dick into his mouth and throat was slow and disorienting. I could also hear the fast stroke of his hand on his cock and from the speed, wondered if he was close to blow out. It was perhaps one of the shortest blowjob done on American soil, through American Plastic. I was beginning to shoot cum by the 6th or 7th plunge of my dick into his fantastic mouth. The feeling of the sucking and sliding was more than I could have stood for more than a few seconds anyway. As I began to explode, I thought I was to draw back to save him from getting the spasm of semen in his mouth, but he pulled me in and I knew he knew I was cumming with the swelling of my dick. I shot and shot and when I was done it was still in spasm after spasm of pleasure. I swear as i began to finish the orgasm, it began again and i pumped more. I could not hold myself up without the greatist difficulty. I know I cried out, my hoarse breathing would announce to the world that a man was in orgasm. man orgasm!!!!!! I pulled away and sat down. I could see him standing now, and the cum stringing down from his cock he held in his hand. When I gathered myself, and left the can for my bike, I was literally weak from the sexual expenditure. My man stayed in the can, and as I started the bike and began to leave, I wondered if I could go back for another. By the time I had enough brain cells functioning again to decide to turn around, the man had gone. I waited for a few minutes, hoping to catch a glimpse of him, at least to see what he looked like. I never saw him again. I rode the remaining 125 miles, not sated from desire, but half hard with it. I was quiet when I joined my friends, unusual for me and they remarked on it. I was thinking, I guess there is a little fag in all of us. I looked at Dustin's good looks and muscular body, and wondered if...... I decided to sleep apart from the guys that nite. I jacked off half of the nite in memory of my blow job.