A Boy and an Old bike - part 2

A Boy and an old bike – part two

I’m sitting at the kitchen table eating take out Chinese and pouring through a report to see where we can make some cuts. My cell phone rings and I look to see who is calling. I don’t recognize the number and let it ring through to voicemail. Sure enough I get that beep that lets me know whoever it was left a message. I’ve about had it for the night with this spreadsheet and pickup the phone to listen to the message. “Hey Dad its Chris from the motorcycle track, just touching base, you said it was ok to call this number”. I update my phonebook with his number and name. I call right back.

The phone rings twice and I get “Hi Dad”. I reply “Hi Son, how are you doing?”.

We chat a bit about what is going on. I find out he works as an IT guru for a local hospital (I’m impressed), and I tell him I’m in Finance with a Fortune 500 company.

“When you coming to the track again?”
“This is month end close for us and I can’t make it this weekend”. I get the dreaded silence and reassure Chris that I will get back to see him and get in some riding. Chris is a little hesitant with a reply.
“How about we make a date for the following weekend?”
“You can stay at my place if you like this time”. Chris is quick to reply.

We chat a few more times during the week and we seem to take turns on who initiates the call. After I get through the week I set aside some time to clean up the old bike. A new set of points, retime, clean the air filter and wash it down real good. The forks are a bit spongy so I decide to take a chance and drain the fluid, clean the baffles out and reassemble. I have to admit it went well and no parts left over. The weekend has flown by pretty quick, getting the bike ready for the next weekend. I’ve even jerked off a few times in the garage thinking about Chris.
The close has gone without a hitch and my week is looking good, and I call Chris every night. Each time he shares a bit more about himself and I return in kind. I’m anxious to get back to see him and spend some time with him again. I find myself thinking about more than riding and he is in my thoughts more than I expected.

I’ve put a lot of things on hold over the years. My adventures outside of the office have usually been while on vacation and very brief with no attachments and the expectations were just have a good time. I always seem to get the 20 questions about what I did on the weekends and with whom. I play the pronoun game and keep it very professional at work. However Chris has me preoccupied more and more as the week goes on. By Thursday one of my friends who is also gay just can’t stand the suspense and asks
“So Rick, who has you this worked up?”
“Robert of all things it is a young man I met while out riding the old dirt bike”
“He must be something to have you so out of sorts at the office”
“I have to admit he is breath of fresh air for me right now and is mature beyond his age, I’ll be going to see him again this weekend”.
“You are such a horn dog”
“Me? Your zipper doesn’t know how to stay up friend”
We exchange more banter over lunch and I share more details with Robert about Chris. Of course Robert doesn’t care about the normal things. He just wants to know about the sex. I survive lunch without revealing too much and hide in my office the rest of the afternoon.

Thursday night has arrived and I call Chris to get directions to his place. We chat for awhile and I’m looking forward to the weekend more and more. I ditch work a little early on Friday to go home and finish packing and load the bike. I’ve timed my departure to get to Chris’s about the time he gets home from work. In my excitement I’ve not watched my speed and I arrive early. I’m sitting in his driveway about an hour early. I’m sitting and listening to the radio and hear a horn and look up to see Chris drive in, he pops out of the car and says.
“You’re early; I’ve been lazy and didn’t clean the place”
“No big deal, I’ll give you a hand”.

Chris opens the door and I can see he was right, he didn’t clean. He reminds me of my youth when I’d put things off until I couldn’t stand it anymore. I slowly learned to do things right then before it piled up.
“You get the living room and bedroom, I’ll get the kitchen”
“Not until we get reacquainted”
Chris has his arms around me before I can say anything. It feels good and I wrap him up as well. He takes my hand and leads me off to the bedroom. Chris is not shy and immediately stripped down and pulling my cloths off to get right to it.
His single bed is going to be a challenge in more ways than one, sleeping being the least of the worries.
We kiss and cuddle and Chris immediately wants me inside of him. How can I turn that down? His ass is silky and warm I remember and more than inviting. I’m taking my time and Chris wants the contents of my balls right now. I accept that and pump him hard and fast until I can no longer hold back and give him what he has asked for. I’m spent and just roll over, he slides me into the center of the small bed and lies on top of me. He is kissing me and grinding his rock hard cock against my lower stomach. I feel him shiver and know I’m about to have his load on me, I pull him tighter to me with one hand on his ass cheek and the other around his chest area. He pushes up and moans
“I’m cumming”.
“Good boy, give Dad your cum”

He exhales and relaxes and I feel his full body weight on me. I now notice he carries his weight well. I have to slide him off of me as the weight is causing me to not breathe properly. He is on his side and I’m behind him spooning him. I run my fingers across his chest and up to his face and trace the lines of his chin and nose. He is comfortable and quickly falls asleep, and I’m not far behind him. I wake up and Chris is shuffling around in the living room cleaning up. He hears me and comes in and sits on the edge of the bed with me. He leans in close and I hug him. He has become attached and I like that feeling he gives me. I rub his side and shoulder and say.
“I don’t know about you but I’m hungry”
“Me too, pizza again?”
“How about something sit down? You have a little diner or restaurant close by?”
“Yep, Emily’s just up the street”
“Let me shower and we’ll get something to eat”

I hop in the shower and just start to soap up when Chris joins me. I hug him again and start washing him up and he returns the favor and gets my back. He reaches around and grabs my cock and starts to vigorously rub around.
“There is plenty of time for that later Chris, I’m hungry”
We quickly finish the shower and dry off and get dressed. Off to Emily’s for some dinner.
Chris drives and is all smiles as we quickly head to the diner. The menu is the standard small town comfort food you find at most diners. Nothing fancy, but it is filling and has me feeling back home in small town Connecticut, where I grew up. The only difference now is that Chris is sitting across from me and still smiling.
“What are you thinking Chris?”
“How I’m going to kick your ass on the track tomorrow”
“I would think so, I have an old bike and I’m not exactly in racers shape”.
We finish up and I pickup the tab, and Chris is objecting.
“You get the tip then” I say.

Back at the house we sit down and I ask him about his week. He is anxious again and I have to slow him down. He then shares with me most of the older men he meets in the area are married and don’t have much time for chit chat. Just a quick fuck and back to the wife. Anyone who has time to spend with him is usually off in another state and they chat online, and meet if he can make it there on vacation. I can see his point and reassure him I will not be a quick fuck and run.

Chris nudges me and says:
“Time to get up, the quad is loaded and it is time to get some riding in today”
“Give me a few minutes will you? I could use some coffee too if you have some”

The evening had blurred from chatting, to me riding Chris’s ass for a few hours. After we adjourned to bed it wasn’t long before he wanted me on top again. This time it was going to be my way. Long and slow. I had eased into an easy fucking motion. Chris had moved his hands above his head and was now just totally relaxed as I was pumping him. The squish of the lube was almost as hypnotic as the waves lapping against a boat hull on the bay. That steady sound over and over. We had lapsed into a silent mode with just the sound of lube as my cock was pushing in and out of Chris for what seemed like hours. I rolled Chris up on his side and continued pumping his ass and reached around and grabbed his cock. Slowly rolling it between my fingers and stroking him up and down. He rose to the stimulus and was now rocking his ass back to meet my cock as it pushed in and forward to my hand stroking back down the shaft. Chris’s ass was twitching and his cock throbbing, his breathing was now jerky and I knew he was about to cum. I pulled my left arm up around his neck and pulled him close as I started to thrust with a little more energy. I too was getting close and wanted to climax with him. He sensed my thoughts and actions and we eased into a rhythmic motion and it was not long before we both said:
“I’m going to cum!”
I filled his ass again with a nice load while he shot half across the bedroom in one massive cock spasm. The kind where you feel the cum rocketing up from the base to the head and out in search of something to hit with force. We fell asleep in each other arms until the morning and:
“Time to get up, the quad is loaded and it is time to get some riding in today”
Hhhmm what a night for the old guy, that will be stored away for many evenings to remember.

To be continued.