by Callender


 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. 

 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 tracksuit trousers. He was 
hitching as far as I could tell from this distance, but 
I don't pick up hitchhikers. 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. 

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

 "Thanks very much mate."

 "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 would be super."

 "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 gov."

 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; obviously 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 concentration, 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'm 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 tracksuit 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 
running 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 it's 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 my 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 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.