Chad's Bike by Revitup Man

Jack was hanging out with his best friend Chad while he worked on his motorcycle. It was a nice spring day, warm enough for shorts and a t-shirt, but the grass Jack was lying on was cool to the tough, especially to his naked legs and stocking feet.

Chad’s bike, an aging Honda 450 was parked in the Street with the back wheel up against the curb, next to Jack. Jack loved Chad’s motorcycle. He loved riding with Chad, the closeness to the earth, the feeling of power, the simplicity of the bike over the complex disconnected feeling of a car. Not to mention how much he enjoyed the closeness to Chad. Sitting behind him, arms wrapped around him, feeling the muscles in Chad’s body move in response to the bike and the road.

Watching Chad work on the bike was almost as much fun. He wasn’t a big guy, maybe 5’8", but had had strong arms and a nice chest, with just enough chest hair to be sexy, and often didn’t wear a shirt, so that Jack could see his muscles flex as he turned a screwdriver, or forced a wrench on a stuck nut.

Today Chad was working on the carburetor. The bike had been hard to start for a while now, and wouldn’t run well until it was fully warmed up. After spending 2 hours making adjustments and cleaning various parts Chad said, "Well, let’s see if that helped at all."

Standing beside the bike in his now dirty white socks he turned the key, twisted the throttle a couple of times, and put his foot on the kick start pedal. Not expecting success, Jack didn’t bother to move out of the path of the tailpipes. Chad stomped down on the pedal hard, the muscles of his leg and foot tensing with the work. No luck. He cranked the throttle a couple more times and tried again. Resting a minute and flexing his toes to stop a cramp that’s coming on, Jack teases him that all his work has only made things worse. With the third try the bike started. As the bike stuttered to life Chad twists the throttle a bunch of times, each time further than the last, revving the engine to keep it from dying.

The exhaust from the twin tailpipes was blowing directly at Jack. The left one at his thigh, tickling the hair on his leg, and the right one directly at his crotch. As Chad kept revving the engine, the combination of Chad’s beautiful body, the sound of the engine, and the constant beating of the now warm exhaust on Jack’s crotch was making him hard.

As the engine warmed up and started to sound stable, Chad revved it harder and harder, occasionally holding the throttle open letting the engine race at a constant speed. "Let’s go for a quick spin!"

Embarrassed at his hard-on, Jeff tried to say no, but Chad wouldn’t hear of it. "Come on. It’ll be fun. I’ve never ridden without my shirt or shoes or underwear on!"

Jeff got up and climbed on behind Chad, trying to keep a little distance between them. Chad kept revving the engine as he stood to move the bike off the kickstand. When he sat back down he’d moved back a little, wedging Jack’s rock hard dick squarely between his two buttcheeks. As they rode off Jack held on thightly to Chad’s naked torso, knowing that Chad loved to ride fast and corner hard. At the first stoplight Chad said, "Why don’t you hang on a little lowerr? It’ll be more stable." With that he put his hand over Jack’s, bring them down squarely on Chad’s crotch. Jack’s hands started to jerk away, as if Chad had stuck them in an electric outlet. But then he realized that Chad’s dick was hard also, so he slowly cupped his hands around Chad’s dick and balls.

Chad started revving the engine while they waited for the light. Jack knew that he was precumming in his shorts from all this stimulation. His dick craved release, so as the light turned and they rode off, he started squirming on the seat, humping Chad’s butt through their shorts, and gently squeezing Chad’s cock with his hands.

A minute later they were stopped a minor railroad crossing as a long freight train rumbled by at 2 mph. Since no one else was waiting on their side of the train, Jack decided to be bold and reached inside Chad’s shorts and began playing with Chad’s cock. First the tip until he started precumming, and then using that for lube, began to slide his hand up and down the length of Chad’s dick.

Chad started revving the engine extremely hard, sending shivers down Jack’s spine. "Pump it harder, dude! The train’s almost finished." Chad shouted over the roar of the engine. Realizing that the cars on the other side of the tracks would catch them if they didn’t finish, Jack fuiously slid his hand up and down Chad’s cock, and continued grinding his pelvis against Jack’s ass. With the caboose almost upon them chad openned the throttle all the way, and the sound and vibration was too much for either of them to resist. Shot after shot of hot milky cum flew out of Chad’s dick, all over the gas tank and handle bars.