Stories : Riding Buddies – Part 1

(photo : Sean Cody)

It was late in the day – too late – out on the High Ridge Parkway. Dark was setting in. I was riding my motorcycle and looking for signs to my campground. Miles passed.

I pulled over at an overlook to look at the map. A sign said the altitude was 4,500 feet. Daylight was fading.

I stood in the motorcycle’s headlight to read my map. The campground was just a few miles away, it turned out. The skies were ominous.

From the approaching tunnel, a familiar sound began to echo. Another motorcycle. A headlight emerged and turned in to the overlook where I was reading my map.

The rider pulled up a couple of spaces over. It was just the two of us at the overlook. He cut his engine and threw down his kickstand. He was riding a Honda 900 sport bike just like mine.

He turned the key and cut his lights. In one motion he stepped off the bike and took off his helmet.

I turned off my bike’s headlight and running lights.

“Nice bike,” he said, smiling and looking at mine and then his. They were almost identical. His was the same year, same color.

“Thanks,” I said. “Like the looks of yours too.”

He looked over and smiled. He looked me and the bike up and down. “Yours is in good shape,” he said. He looked out over the mountains, which were spectacular, with just a hint of sun on its last legs of the day.

“Looks like it’s going to rain,” I said, looking up.

“Yeah, and if it does, I’m fucking screwed,” he said. “I need to get a hotel or something.”

I laughed. “No hotels for a stretch,” I said. “What’s your plan B?”

“Don’t have one,” he said, smiling. “What’s yours?”

“Oh, I have a campsite just up the road here,” I said. I thought to myself for a second and then offered: “You could camp there too if you want.”

He breathed a sigh of relief. “Man, that would be a lifesaver,” he said. “I mean it, too.”

I looked him over more closely as he took a couple of steps to bridge the gap between us. He was 6 feet or so, maybe 30, white guy with dark brown hair. Handsome face, what I could see of it in the declining light.

“Do you have any camping gear?” I asked.

“Shit, I don’t have any of that,” he said.

“Well, how do you propose to keep dry?” I said.

“Could I sleep in your tent?” he asked. I paused for a second.

He sensed it and quickly interjected, “Hey, you know what, never mind. That’s way too much to ask. I’ll just head on down the road and look for that hotel.” He made movements back toward his bike. I thought about it. What the hell.

“You can sleep in my tent with me if you want.”

“Are you sure?”

“Sure, what the hell. I’d appreciate it if I were in your shoes.”

“Oh man, that is super-generous of you to offer.”

“Do you at least have a bedroll?”

“Dude, I’m sorry, but I don’t even have that.” He looked up at me sheepishly.

“OK,” I said, “You can share mine. But it’s not very big, I’m warning you.”

“Oh man, that’s so cool,” he said. “Thank you so much, man.”

He approached me and extended his hand. “Name’s Derrick,” he said.

”I’m Dan,” I said, and we shook hands.

“You wanna get going now?” he asked. “It looks like it’s going to rain.”

“Sure.”

We put our helmets back on and fired up our bikes. We pulled out of the overlook briskly, me leading our way toward the campsite. We rode another 10 miles or so down the road, a beautiful waning sunset to the west. I kept a fast pace. He followed easily.

Finally I turned in to the campground. It was a nice parkway campground, with stone accents all around. The guard’s office was still staffed. I stepped off my bike and walked inside the campground entry building to speak with the guard.

“Two of us here for campsite 8,” I said, taking off my helmet.

The guard behind the desk was surprisingly young. Maybe all of 25. His nametag said “Officer Ryan”. He was probably 5-9 and super-fit looking.

He started out being all business. He looked up from his desk and looked me over.

“Welcome to the campground,” he said, a bit sternly. “You’re the last one in.”

“Hope I didn’t keep you up waiting,” I said, smiling.

“You did,” he said, “but I don’t mind.” He smiled and offered his hand. “Name’s Ron. I’m a rider myself. Hope you’ve had a good day in the mountains.”

I extended my own hand and shook his. “Thanks, man,” I said. “I sure appreciate the warm welcome. Looks like it’s going to be a cold one tonight.”

“Sure does,” he said, craning his neck to see out the window to Derrick out waiting by the other bike. Derrick had taken off his helmet and was stretching. Ron’s eyes seemed to light up. I definitely recognized that he liked what he was seeing.

“Hey Ron,” I said, thinking out loud, “do you have a blanket or something that we could borrow? Derrick here is kind of unprepared for the turn in the weather we seem to be having tonight.”

Ron was quiet for a second. Clearly, he was beginning to think about where this could go. I sensed it and walked closer to his desk. “You could bring it by later, after you get off, if you want,” I said, in a low voice.

He turned and saw me moving closer. He smiled nervously.

“Well, yeah, I get off at 10,” he said, “and I’d have to go to the storeroom to find a blanket, but yeah we probably have one.”

He looked up and I stepped closer. My cock was starting to harden.

“You’re welcome to join us for a little bit if you want,” I said. “So stop by and stay a while if you can.”

He smiled, still a bit nervously. “OK,” he said. ”I’ll see what I can do.”

I stepped toward him and took a chance.

“Hey, I think there’s something good going on here,” I said. “Am I right?”

I was intimately close to him. He made no move to roll his chair away. It had turned fully to dusk outside. We both looked quickly outside and saw only Derrick sitting calmly on his motorcycle smoking a cigarette.

I moved my hand and touched the back of his head. He sighed and relaxed visibly.

He closed his eyes and thrilled to my touch. I cupped the nape of his neck and rubbed the back of his head and his right ear. He opened his eyes and saw the outline in my riding pants of my fully erect dick.

“You like that, baby?” I whispered, moving in closer.

He actually whimpered and turned his mouth automatically toward my now-erect cock as I stepped in.

“Yes,” he said, looking up at me and then back down to my crotch.

“You want to take a little taste?” I pulled his head toward me, rubbing his face into the front of my pants.

“Oh yes sir,” he said, looking up longingly.

I quickly unbuttoned my pants and laid my erect prick right onto his awaiting lips. They parted. He hungrily tasted my cockhead while I played with his hair.

“Suck my dick, boy,” I said softly.

“Yes sir,” he said, and he opened wide and went down on my pole until my cockhead was pressing hard against his throat. I held him there for a moment with my hand on the back of his head. He took it good. Turns out I had lucked into a talented submissive cocksucker, right there manning the guard gate. I pulled harder on the back of his head and forced my dick past the stop in his throat. Damn, he felt good on my erect meat.

He began to slowly suck me with long, deep-throated strokes. I maintained control by holding both his ears, keeping his head in place while I thrust into his eager dicksucking lips. What a sexy sight to see.

I knew it couldn’t last, though, so I took the initiative and pulled out.

“You’re a good cocksucker,” I said as I zipped up my pants. “I’ll see you later, all right?”

“Yes, sir,” he said, his eyes glazed over. He gazed longingly at my crotch.

When I went back outside, Derrick was finishing his cigarette, unaware of what had just transpired inside.

“Did you get everything taken care of?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I said. “Guard’s name is Ron. He may stop by later with an extra blanket for you.”

“Excellent,” Derrick said. “This is working out great.” He punched me lightly on the shoulder. We got on our bikes and fired them up. The storm was closing in fast. A night in the tent together lay ahead.

[To be continued.]