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Taking A Long Motorcycle Trip With My Straight Best Friend (True Story)

I was 22 years old, hanging out with my three friends who were all in great shape and good looking. We often met up at the park on sunny days to chill, smoke some grass, and catch a buzz.


Among us, I was the tallest at 6 feet, six inches with brown hair. Rob, the shortest at 5 feet, 8 inches and 22 years old, caught my eye the most. Despite our great friendship, none of my friends knew I was gay, and I didn't suspect any of them to be bi or gay either. I found all of them attractive and would have blown any one of them, especially Rob. He had a great sense of humor, a nice tan, and a physique that I admired. Though I had never seen his private parts, my desire for him only grew stronger.


Rob and I often cruised together on the interstate, avoiding stops and intersections as we enjoyed a buzz. Sometimes, I stole glances to see his package while he sat in the passenger seat, but discreetly so as not to risk our friendship or outing myself.


Rob was a turn-on for me, leading to many nighttime sessions wanking myself after dropping him off. While aware of his straight orientation, I harbored fantasies of a potential encounter, especially hoping for an opportunity to give him a blowjob.


Being the horn dog that I am, I often used sexual innuendo humor to relieve frustration and keep hopes alive. While I refrained from such jokes in group settings, I sometimes pushed the limits in our one-on-one interactions. Despite no clear indications of interest, I felt

Rob took my jests lightly. Things were always șaid in a humorous fashion and never too aggressive or overbearing. I just wanted to leave a door open if Rob ever decided he thought he might wish to fool around even if just as an experiment for one time.


Anyway, since I'm an adventurous guy, I decided to get a Suzuki GS1000 motorcycle, which I loved. During summer, I rode it constantly, occasionally taking a friend, like Rob, along.


I vividly recall one ride with Rob on the back of my bike, navigating a narrow gate within a wooden fence. Anxious about scraping the fence posts, Rob squeezed his legs together tightly. I guess he managed to stay in shape from his years of wrestling when we were in High School. I was thrilled to feel his thighs hug me. The experience was both nerve-wracking and thrilling.


I was glad that he was behind me on that day and couldn't see the immediate hard-on I got. I worked hard to make it go down by the time we stopped. With that memory in mind, I began joking around occasionally with Rob, telling him stuff like, "hey, when you're riding on the bike with me, if you ever feel uncomfortable or think you might fall off, I've got something you can grab onto right in front of me. Just put your arms around me, grab on and hang tight." I'd also talk to him about how sometimes the vibration from the motorcycle engine would cause enough vibrations that I'd get hard while driving around and then joke about almost shooting my wad because of the vibrations between my legs. He would smile and laugh about this, but that was it. I never got the feeling he was interested at all.


Fall came and our friend John went off to college at a University located about 5 1/2 hours away, Rob and I planned a visit and opting for a faster and more fuel-efficient mode of transport, we chose the motorcycle for our trip.


The day came and we left. With Rob holding onto me from behind, I enjoyed the scenic ride with me sitting between his legs and his thighs bumping against my butt cheeks.


After driving for an hour and a half, I needed a restroom break. Despite limited conversation without headsets, I signaled (yelled) to Rob that we would stop at the next gas station.


Finding one, we both entered the crowded restroom with three urinals and a few people inside.

When it was our turn, Rob and I stood next to each other. Rob was staring directly straight ahead so I kept facing forward and took the opportunity to look down at his urinal and I I caught a surprising glimpse of Rob's cock and saw what I had longed for: a good-sized, approximately 6 ½ inch member that was impressively thick, especially considering the stature of its owner. Despite my surprise, I enjoyed the view before meeting Rob's gaze, feeling a twinge of embarrassment. However, he didn't react, and we finished our business.


We grabbed some snacks at the gas station and lingered by the motorcycle, chatting. While chatting, Rob mentioned that riding the bike was fun but the vibrations on the highway were getting to him and he indicated down to his groin..


I was surprised and turned on to hear this, considering he had been riding behind me for over an hour with his voice getting hard. I reminded him that it was a common occurrence and that I had even told him about me experiencing it many times. My mind, however, envisioning Rob sitting very closely to me, with his thighs almost hugging me while his engorged cock was straining towards me.


Rob interrupted my thoughts by asking me if I was ready to roll. I told Rob we’d be getting off the interstate and traveling on a fairly rough “highway”. I then said that if it got to bouncy for him, he should grab onto the pole that was in front of me. Rob chuckled and made a playful comment. I then said something about just being proactive and not wanting my friend to get hurt.


Rob shot me a "you're an idiot" glance before asking again if I was ready to go. With a confident yes, I hopped on the bike and he settled in behind me. Just before revving up the engine, I reminded him, "Remember, safety first." Without a chance to respond, I accelerated onto the road.


The day was beautiful as we cruised along, the vibrations beneath me resonating with every twist and turn. Imagining Rob's excitement, I couldn't help but feel it too. As we picked up speed on the highway, passing cars became a thrilling dance of downshifts, roars of the engine, and exhilarating vibrations. The rush of adrenaline heightened as we zoomed past vehicles, the engine's power vibrating through my body, stirring a primal response. In that moment, I felt alive and extremely horny.


Rob yelled to me expressing concern about my leaning the bike, as we'd change lanes as it startled him. I reassured him then told him to pay attention and be careful, reminding him of the pole he could hold onto if needed. As the traffic lightened, my ability to sway and engine brake reduced. Rob mentioned he was getting tired, to which I advised him to stay awake and hold on if needed.


The road was wide open, and I found myself daydreaming when I suddenly felt Rob's hands on my hips. It sent a bolt of energy through me, surprising me that he would do that. Deciding to enjoy the moment, I knew my cock certainly was. With about two hours left on our trip, we continued along, and I noticed Rob's hands slowly creeping forward. Unsure if it was intentional or due to tiredness, his hands eventually reached my front, resting just above my belly button. I hoped my excitement wouldn't give me away.


Enjoying the embrace, I felt his grip loosen, and his hands gradually moved down to rest on my crotch. "Holy shit!" I thought.

As my best friend, who I was attracted to, sat close behind me on the motorcycle, his hands inadvertently touched my thighs and crotch, causing a physical reaction I couldn't control. My dick really began straining upwards.


Despite my efforts to focus on driving, the sensation of his hands near my crotch aroused me. I felt his touch intensify, causing my arousal to heighten. The anticipation of his next move mixed with the physical sensations created an exhilarating yet nerve-wracking moment.


I didn't know what to do. I didn't want him to stop and I was afraid if I acknowledge anything, he'd stop. Rob's hands moved between the waist of my pants and down inside them, touching my cock directly.


He no longer hesitated, but confidently explored, squeezing and holding me. Despite the tight pants, I managed to stay hard as Rob's hands and the motorcycle's vibrations kept me aroused. Rob's touch on my cock was firm, while his other hand gently explored my balls.


The sensation was overwhelming. This was intense, and I was so turned on, cruising down the road, knowing I had to be oozing precum which was covering both my cock and balls. I was on the edge of climax, but I didn't want it to end just yet. Reaching back with my left hand, I slid it towards the rear of the bike, feeling his thighs against my hand. Moving further back, I touched denim, confirming my suspicions since I couldn't turn around to see. Thank God for long arms! Unable to go further, I massaged the bulge, feeling him lift up slightly to help my hand slide underneath. Squeezing gently, I continued to stroke his jeans, feeling his responsive hands tighten on me in return with his thumb now swirling over my pee slit, spreading my prrcum around. .


.I realized we couldn't continue on the motorcycle like this, and my desire to take him in my mouth made me nervous. I was unsure if he would be receptive, knowing this was new for him. As we pulled over, I worried he might feel ashamed or embarrassed.


On both sides of the road, tall corn stalks stood ready to be harvested. Occasionally, there were clearings amidst the thick rows of corn. I quickly pulled my hand away from his cock and grabbed the handlebars, veering onto the first side road I spotted in search of a place to stop. Rob seemed to sense my intentions as he kept his hands in my pants, but his actions had subdued.


As I turned off the highway, the absence of homes raised my hopes for privacy. Spotting an opening to my right, I steered my motorcycle between two rows of corn, the hard-baked ground allowing me to drive through the narrow path until we were concealed deep within the cornfield.


Rob released his grip, got off the bike, and I followed suit. As I glanced at Rob, he averted his eyes. I noticed a bulge and wet spot on his jeans, mirroring my own. Wanting to maintain the moment, I leaned in, placing my left hand on his backside, and slipping my right hand down his pants. As the skin of my hand met his cock's flesh for the first time, I pulled him closer, ensuring contact.


With precum all over, I pressed firmly with the palm of my hand.

I had long dreamed of this day, never thinking it would happen, but grateful that it did. The angle felt awkward as my hand moved into his pants, so I withdrew it and used both hands to unbutton his jeans, unzip his fly, and lower them along with his underwear. His cock stood erect, gleaming in the sunlight as the sun reflected off of his precum. I began to play with his cock and balls.


As I was doing this, I was pleased and gratified to feel Rob’s hands start to unbutton my jeans. He pulled my jeans down along with my underwear but he did not realize my cock was stuck in the underwear and my cock started to be pulled downward, creating resistance preventing my pants from going down.


Once he realized why they wouldn’t go down, he pulled the front of the underwear out and my cock released, smacking against my belly with a loud thwap.


So we stood there in the cornfield not able to see more than two feet in any direction holding onto each other’s cock and balls, massaging them and enjoying ourselves. I probably was enjoying myself more than Rob as having his cock in my hands was an awesome fantasy come to life but it was apparent Rob was enjoying himself too

.

Due to the horniness I was feeling, I felt my cock sporadically pulse in Rob's grip which caused even more precum to seep out and my cock began to twitch and jump occasionally. I knew I was close to cumming and I could feel Rob’s cock doing the same thing. I knew Rob had to be close And it was taking all of my effort for me not to bust my nut right then and there.


His cock looked so beautiful straining towards the sky, shiny with precum and I could feel the strength of it in my hands. As horny as I was, I began to get a little nervous because I wanted to take him in my mouth. I didn’t want to do anything he didn’t want me to do, but I also didn’t want to wait and have him shoot his load on the ground if he was going to be willing to feed me. I really didn’t care if he even did anything more to me.


So with the courage given to me by my cock and its horniness, I tightened my grip on Rob‘s cock, swirled my thumb more quickly over his pee slit, spreading that awesome juice all over his crown, gathered my courage and while looking down at his and my cocks, I managed to nervously say to Rob “You want a little head? “.


As soon as the words came out of my mouth, fear and dread swept over me because I actually said it to him and there would be no way to play it off as a joke. What seemed like ages but was probably only a couple seconds, Rob replied “Sure”.


I don’t know what I was expecting, but I was shocked that I just got a one word answer. I was excited and happy as hell that it was a yes. I didn’t want him to change his mind either. I wasted no time and got down on my knees. I did not dare look up at Rob at this moment so I just focused on his throbbing member.


With my hands fondling him still, I looked closely at the veins bulging out of his cock. I stared at his pee slit and could see the precum oozing out of the tip and I thought about - or more likely imagined how it appeared to be brutefully strong, wanting to thrust itself into my throat and taking command of me until it shot its load. I didn’t know how Rob felt but I was pretty sure that’s what his cock wanted.


I grabbed onto his thighs for support, leaned forward and licked upward from the base of his throbbing member while keeping firm pressure against by pulling him forward towards my face with my hands and keeping my tongue strongly against his shaft.


I felt Rob shudder as my tongue came up over his crown. I kept my tongue at the top of his cock and slid it back and forth a couple times tasting his plentiful precum and then just plunged my mouth down Rob’s shaft, managing to take it all in the first time. I imagined that as his cock arrived at the entrance to my throat, it hollered out “‘honey I’m home.” I nearly choked as I almost began to laugh at this thought.


I let his cock stay in the back of my mouth for a couple seconds and then slowly began to back out while keeping my lips firmly squeezing against his shaft until I reached the head of his dick. While doing this I used my thumb and two fingers to force up and out any prrcum that was waiting to feed me.


I continued to maintain the suction as his head began to come out between my lips and once it slid off my tongue I began to slather his cock head with my lips and tongue. I felt Rob’s legs start to tremble. While still holding on to the back of his thighs, his cock made a popping sound as it completely came out of my mouth.


Waiting only a second, I began to push forward taking it back between my lips and into my waiting mouth again. I did this slowly savoring every moment. I felt both of Rob’s hands firmly but gently grab my head and he very slowly and gently started to direct my head to go down his cock. He was not face fucking me but he was making sure that I was going to do what he wanted which is exactly what I wanted. With the nurturing guidance of his hands, his cock slid over my tongue and entered the entrance to my throat again.


I enjoyed knowing my good friend and his cock were enjoying what I was doing. Rob continued to hold the sides of my head as he pulled his cock back up and out. He was doing this carefully and slowly. He then began to push in again and I felt his cock erupt. I felt the underside of his cock, which was firmly against my tongue, begin to pulse and then began to taste that wonderful jizz, which was escaping from him.


His legs shook a little bit and he let out a long quiet slow groan of relief while his balls finished emptying out their load into my waiting mouth. He then leaned forward over me with his hands on my shoulders because he almost fell over while his cock was still in my mouth.


He slowly pushed up with his hands as he began withdrawing his cock. I felt it sliding slowly over my tongue. I reached up from his thigh with my right hand and grabbed the base of his cock and squeezed it between my thumb and two fingers again, forcing all of the leftovers to come out into my mouth as he withdrew.


As soon as it was completely out of my mouth I took my hand and wrapped it around his shaft and licked it completely clean, no longer worrying what Rob thought. He finally could not stand it any longer due to sensitivity and took his hand and grabbed his cock as he backed away.


I figured that was it and did not want to ruin things between Rob and myself anymore than they already had been, so I went from my knees to my butt and sat there on the dirt as Rob was standing there over me with his hands still on his cock.


While looking at his cock, I began to stroke myself and in about a minute I had a tremendous orgasm shooting my nut up into the air then watching as it landed on my shirt and pants. While I was still cumming I said “oh shit” and started to jump up to try to keep from getting any more on me or rather my clothes.


Rob began to laugh when I was done cumming, pulled up his pants and then reached forward and took a playful swipe at my still hard dick and said “we better get going.”. I finished pulling my pants up, nodded my head in agreement, got on the motorcycle and started the engine.


Rob climbed up on the bike, taking his place behind me and firmly wrapped his arms around me as we started to ride between the rows of corn then onto the side road.

We approached the highway and after stopping at the stop sign, then starting to pull out I heard Rob say “I wonder what the sleeping arrangements are for tonight”.