Archive-name: Samesex/backride.txt

Archive-author: The Scribe

Archive-title: Back-Rider





    It had been a great day. Warm, dry and the traffic had been light.

I had  been riding for some seven hours now, but wasn't yet tired. The

sun had  just started  to draw  the evening  curtains, and there was a

faint hint of rain on the cooling twilight air. I was cruising along a

quiet back road in Sussex on my BMW K100.



    I have  been riding  bikes since  I was 16, that's 24 years now. I

have always liked biking, and will do it for as long as I can. I'm not

a flash  rider. My bike is silver and standard; and I wear jeans and a

black leather  jacket. I  like wearing jeans, they are comfortable and

offer a  little more protection than trousers. Mine were old, worn and

thin some  really wouldn't  be much good. I have always worn a leather

jacket for  both warmth  and protection, this one was quite new and of

the tight  fitting variety. I wear a full-face helmet, but as they are

stuffy in  hot weather  I always  carry an open helmet as well. Always

prepared, that's me.



    I was  doing about 50 when I saw across the hedge a Day-Glow lemon

top and  black trousers. Quick check, no speed O.K. as I'm outside the

limit, still  be careful!  After rounding  a couple  of bends the road

straightened out  and I  could see  the figure  some way  ahead. I was

wrong, it wasn't the law, just some youngster in a fluorescent top and

black track suit trousers. He was hitching as far as I could tell from

this distance, but I don't pick up hitch-hikers. Still I was in a good

mood as  the day  had been  good; and  he was miles from anywhere on a

road with  little traffic and he couldn't cause me much trouble on the

back really. I slowed down and pulled up alongside him.



    He could  have been  15 or 18, it was difficult to tell. Dark hair

and deep  brown eyes. He was about five feet eight and had an athletic

build. Thin  tee-shirt, satin tracksuit trousers and white trainers. I

looked him  up and down for a little longer than perhaps I should have

done, but he was very attractive.



    "Can I give you a lift, there's a spare helmet in the back box."



    "Thanks very much."



    "Where are you going?"



    "About twelve  miles along  this road,  well I live just a bit off

but if you drop me at the turning I can walk from there."



    "That's O.K. I'll go all the way."



    "Good, that'll be nice."



    "Have you ever back-ridden before?"



    "No, well not on one of these."



    "Well just  hold on  tight and stick close behind me. Don't try to

stay upright  when I  lean the bike, now climb up and when we are near

your turning  tap me on the left or right shoulder and I will take the

next left or right turn."



    "O.K. you're the boss."



    He climbed  up and  slid himself  forward till he was close behind

me. Instead  of holding the seat he put his arms round my waist; obvi-

ously not  been a  back-rider before.  We started  off,  and  gathered

speed. There  are some  people who  find the vibration and motion of a

big bike rather stimulating, perhaps that's why I like bikes, all that

power throbbing  between my thighs. I think it must have affected him,

as he pressed harder into my back, and I was sure I could feel quite a

hard bulge  pressing against  my rear. A few more miles and I felt his

hands slip  down from  my waist  to my  hips, then slowly he moved his

hands down  onto my cock. The inevitable happened and my cock began to

stir and  rise. He  didn't take  his hand away, but cupped my swelling

bulge. Suddenly I felt a tap on my left shoulder so I regained concen-

tration, slowed  and turned  left up a little lane. I saw a cottage in

the distance  on the right and then felt a tap on my right shoulder. I

slowed and  stopped at  the entrance  to the  drive of the cottage. He

slid off  the back  and removed  the helmet.  He stood  next to me and

asked "Would you like a coffee or something before you go. I'd like to

thank you. There's nobody in, my parents are on holiday."



    It was a bit chilly and I hadn't had a drink since lunch. I looked

at him, and the thrusting bulge in his tracksuit. Why not.



    "That would  be great,"  I replied.  I parked the bike and went in

after him.



    "Here, let  me take  your jacket.  I've put the coffee on, I' just

going to  get out  of these  trousers, the  damp has got in them. Make

yourself at home. By the way my name is Wayne."



    "Thanks, I'm Nick." I watched as that tight little arse walked out

of the room. Don't be silly, he would never go for someone my age; and

anyway he had done nothing since we stopped to indicate he wanted any-

thing like that; just my imagination.



    I heard  a door  click in  the kitchen  and the  rattle of cups. A

minute or  two later  Wayne came  in with two cups of coffee, and very

little else. Gone was his tee-shirt and trainers. Gone were the track-

suit trousers.  He was  wearing a  pair of  white shorts.  At first  I

thought they  were boxers, cut high in the legs, but no they were run-

ning shorts;  and the  way things hung and moved I could see there was

nothing underneath but flesh.



    He handed me a cup and said "Sugar is on the table."



    He went  across to  a low  table and bent down to put sugar in his

coffee. The  material pulled  tight across  his  cheeks,  showing  how

round, firm  and neat  it was. I could have grabbed it right then but,

wow Nick!,  don't be  silly. I  got my sugar and we stood drinking and

making small talk. He was just 16 it turned out. He'd been out walking

and was on his way home when I came across him. His parents we away in

Paris for  a long weekend and so he was looking after himself for five

days. So far he had been O.K. but there were still three days to go.



    I turned  to put  my cup  on the fire surround, Wayne had finished

his. Suddenly  I felt  his arms  slip round me again. "I enjoyed back-

riding with you. I felt very exhilarated. How did you feel?"



    I turned and looked at him, he had a mischievous look in his eyes.

"Well, I, er felt...."



    "I know how you felt, I felt it!" As he said this his hand reached

forward and  cupped the bulge in my jeans. I could see the swelling in

his shorts, thick and thrusting against the material; and probing down

his right leg. It must almost have reached the bottom. "I like to feel

a cock in jeans," he said.



    "Look", I replied, "I don't want to seem uninterested, but I can't

understand why a youngster like you, as good looking and well built as

you, would want to bother with someone my age!"



    "Well first,  I don't  like people  my own  age, no experience nor

staying power.  Secondly there  is very little around here at all. And

thirdly you  are here and I am turned on. Are you going to say no?" He

was slipping  my zip down as he said this. I didn't say no. He slipped

his hand into my jeans and very gently massaged my ever swelling cock.

I ran  my hands  over that firm hairless, muscular body. As I caressed

his small  but firm  nipples he  gave a low moan of pleasure. Slowly I

ran my  hands across  his chest  and back,  lower and  lower, until  I

reached his shorts. I took hold of that swelling cock through the thin

material. Another deep moan of pleasure.



    Suddenly he  burst into action. His hands were under my tee-shirt.

He pushed  it up.  Sucking my nipples he almost tore the tee-shirt off

me. Then  hands slid  down to  my waist  and my  jeans were undone and

slipped over  my thighs.  "You've got  a great arse". He said, "Really

small and round for your age, so neat and tight."



    The with  a shove  I was  flat on my back on a couch. My boots and

socks were  ripped off,  my jeans  followed. He  came  forward  and  I

slipped my  hand up  the leg  of his shorts and took hold of that firm

youthful cock.  He froze  for a  moment, then relaxed and groaned with

pleasure. I  moved my  hand up and down the shaft. I could feel he was

uncut, and  there was  just a  little hair  around the base. His balls

were firm and full.



    I stood  up before  him and  put my hands on his waist. My nipples

were lust  in line and he nibbled and sucked them for a moment. I slid

down to  my knees  and slowly slipped those shorts down over his arse.

His cock,  almost six  inches I  would guess,  thrust out straight and

proud from  his body.  All reticence went, I slipped my lips over that

young shaft  and sucked  and tongued  it. He  groaned and moaned, as I

tongued the  tip he  writhed with  pleasure. Then he pulled me off him

and up.



    It was his turn, and he dropped in front of me. He nibbled my cock

through the  material of my briefs, and then pulled them down with his

teeth; all  the time  squeezing and  massaging my  arse. He licked and

kissed his  way up  my legs  and slipped his smooth young lips over my

cock. It  filled his  mouth and  he gagged  a bit  but sucked long and

deep. I didn't know how much more of that I could take. He stopped and

stood up.  Pulling my  head down he kissed me, our tongues probing and

touching. Then he led me upstairs to a bedroom.



    "Please lay  on the  bed, across not end to end. I want to see and

handle all of you. Your cock is long and very thick, a beauty."



    "So is yours", I replied, "And you also have a nice bum."



    He open  a drawer  in the  bedside cabinet  and took out a plastic

bottle. He  poured something  into his hand and started to rub my cock

again. It  was baby  oil. He rubbed it all over my cock and balls, and

down between  my legs.  "Please rub  some into  my cock  too, Sir," he

asked.



    I slowly  rubbed it all over his cock and balls. By now he had his

legs and  bum near my head and was reaching down to my legs. He lifted

the left  legs and  rubbed oil  into my arse. He probed the hole and I

moaned. My arse is very very sensitive, but very little used.



    "You enjoyed that didn't you?" he asked.



    "Yes," I replied in a horse whisper.



    He moved and positioned himself between my legs. He lifted my legs

onto his  shoulders and  started to rub more oil into my cock. It felt

great and I closed my eyes with pleasure. I felt his finger at my arse

again and  it probed inside; no that was no finger. I open my eyes and

looked at Wayne. He had a look of pure pleasure on his face as he slid

hid cock  into my arse. He thrust in time with the rubbing of my cock,

and each thrust produced a deep satisfied moan.



    I thought  he was  going to  cum, but  no, he pulled out of me. He

climbed up  and sat  on my  stomach. He  rubbed my throbbing rock hard

cock, which  was behind  him and against his arse. Then he lifted him-

self and position my cock against his bum hole. Slowly he lowered him-

self, but as it pushed in he froze and moaned, this time with pain.



    "I want  it, but  its so  big, please  I want  it!" He pushed down

again, but  as soon  as I was a bit more in he stopped and I could see

the expression of pain on his face.



    "Don't worry Wayne, if you can't manage it, don't hurt yourself."



    "But I  want it,  and the  pain is good as well as bad." He pushed

down some  more and I was almost in when he stopped. "Ohhhh! God it is

big!"



    I could  see it  was really hurting, but he would not stop pushing

down. I could also feel just how tight he was. He pushed once more and

so I  took a  hand. As  I felt  his pressure go on I thrust up with my

hips as  hard as  I could.  He yelled,  screamed, and I slid into that

tight arse.



    "Oh God, thank you," he said and fell onto my chest.



    I slowly drew out and thrust again, he moaned and move. I repeated

the thrust  and withdrawal, he sat up. Now he was moving, up and down,

pushing so hard he almost had my balls in him as well. Up and down, up

and down, moaning and groaning and writhing in pleasure.



    "Oh no,  I'm going  to cum without touching myself, Oh God, Oh God

Oh......"



    He pumped up and down, faster and faster; then with a mighty down-

ward push  that nearly  sent me through the bottom of the bed he shoot

his young warm juices all over my chest and face. He fell forward onto

his own cum and rubbed it in with his body. He licked my face clean.



    Slowly he  rose from  off me.  He licked my body clean of his cum,

slowly working  down to  mt now dripping rampant cock. His lips closed

over it,  and he  sucked long  and deep. My hand slid between his legs

and I  played with his now soft cock. In no time he was hard again and

he eagerly  sucked me,  and I fucked his mouth. I knew I couldn't hold

out much longer.



    He was  sucking as  hard as  he could and fucking my hand. My body

lifted in  an arc  off the  bed and I gave a mighty moan and froze. My

hot cum shot into his eager mouth, over and over again. The first wave

caused him  to cum  a second  time. He sucked and swallowed and sucked

and swallowed. At last I was empty. He licked my softening cock and my

balls. Then he slid onto the bed beside me.



    We must  have fallen  asleep very quickly. It was pitch black when

we woke up.



    "I don't suppose you could stay the night could you?"



    "I haven't got any things Wayne."



    "You'll only  need a toothbrush and a lot of stamina; and I've got

a spare toothbrush."



    When I eventually got home late the next day I slept for 15 hours.

Wayne was the best back-rider I've ever had.



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