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Biker's First Time

by A Shy Guy


At the age of seventeen, I got a summer job that required me to travel some distance from my home. After a week of borrowing the family car, my father and I decided I should have a second-hand motorcycle, not a big one, and not too pricy, as I would have to pay for it from my wages. It didn't take long to get a suitable bike and when I drove it home that first day, I got more than a few passing glances from the kids on the street. One boy, about fourteen or so, was especially interested. I didn't even know his name, though I had seen him around before. He left the game of street hockey and followed me up my driveway, and I heard him speak just as I was pulling the bike back up onto its kickstand. "Nice bike," he said. "Will you take me for a ride on it?" "Sure," I said, lowering the bike back down onto the pavement again. "But I've only got one helmet. You wear it, and I'll take you for a quick trip around the block. By the way, my name's Billy. What's yours?" "Sam," the dark haired youth replied. "I've always wanted to ride on a motorcycle. Yours is the first one I've seen in this neighbourhood." "Well, hop on, Sam," I said, as I straightened the bike around and pointed it down the driveway. I was a little nervous, as it was my very first day driving the bike, and Sam was the very first passenger I'd carried. Sam was to be a first for me in many ways, I was to find out later. He climbed on behind me and as I started the motor, he put his hands on my hips to steady himself. We started forward, and leaned into the turn as we moved out onto the street. I drove down to the end, making the next turn a little wobbly, unfortunately. I was worried that I might not be impressing the kid too much, but it had other rewards, I guess, as he gripped me tighter and then put his arms completely around me as I turned the corner. He was not quite as tall as I was, and his face was pressed into my back. I could feel his warm breath on my back and my blood started racing. I'd never been held tightly by a boy before, and the sensation was a bit exhilarating. It didn't take long to go around the block, and soon we arrived back at my driveway. I put a foot down to support the weight of the bike as he got off. I stayed there, however, for I was afraid that, if I got off, he might notice the bulge that had formed in the front of my jeans. I'm sure I was red in the face, but he didn't seen to notice. "Can I have another ride tomorrow?" he asked as he passed me back the helmet. "Sure, Sam," I said. "We could go for a ride into the country if you could get a helmet. Want to do that?" "Awesome!" came the reply. "I can borrow a helmet easy. What time?" "Why not right after lunch? Bring your trunks and a towel, and we can go swimming at O'Brien's Lake." "Aw, I never wear trunks," laughed Sam. "Skinny dipping is more fun! See you tomorrow," and he ran down the street to join the other boys in their street game. Once he was past the end of the driveway, I was able to get off the bike and push into the garage. Inside, I was able to straighten out the problem that seemed to be getting bigger, rather than going away. The thought of Sam and I skinny dipping brought sensations that were new to me, and they were having a strong effect. I'd been in the nude with boys in the showers at school before, but we were all conscious of being called fags, so none of us ever looked. Being an only child, I didn't even have any brothers to compare myself with, or to learn from. I knew how to jerk off, and I heard other guys talk about getting pussy, and blowjobs, and stuff like that, but I didn't really know for sure what that was all about. I had heard the guys bragging about the size of their cocks, soft and hard, and I knew that my six incher wasn't really anything to brag about. Still, knowing the guys, I doubt that they had the equipment they claimed to have either. I was looking forward to taking Sam to O'Brien's Lake. Perhaps I'd get a chance to see his cock up close. Saturday dawned bright and warm. My father got me up early to mow the lawn and trim the hedge, and do a few other chores, but by lunch time I was finished and waiting for Sam to appear. I didn't have to wait long. About 12:30, he came up the driveway, no bathing trunks, and no towel, just an old, beat up helmet swinging from a strap he held in his hand. I had my swim gear in a small carry bag, but had already decided that if he wasn't going to wear any, neither was I. Still, I put the bag onto the wire rack behind the seat the two of us would share. I was tingling all over, and found it hard to talk. I was sure he knew how nervous I was as the two of us climbed onto the bike and started down the street. It was not long before we left the town behind us and turned onto the dirt road that would bring us the last couple of miles to O'Brien's Lake. Sam had his hands around my waist, just like yesterday, and my heart was beating fast with the thrill of his young, athletic body pressed against my back. Again, I was aware that my jeans were bulging, and it seemed as if every car or pedestrian we passed looked at me as if they knew what was going through my mind. We sped along the dirt road, which was a lot bumpier than the pavement, and Sam squeezed in closer, his hands inching their way lower down my front. They seemed to rest on my bulge, which caused things there to grow even stiffer. He didn't do anything more, thank heavens. The way I felt, I'd surely end up with us ass over kettle in the ditch! After a minute of this, he slowly stretched his arms forward again, pressing against my bulge, and then relaxed, his hands now cupping me. I was so excited, yet very nervous at the same time. No one had ever touched me there, not since my mother had stopped giving me baths years and years ago. Sam inched up closer on the seat we shared, and soon I could feel his cock, obviously erect, pressing against my rear. God, I thought, I hope there is no one else at O'Brien's Lake! In another minute, we were there, and as we got off the bike, I tried to straighten myself out without appearing to do so. Sam looked at me and smiled. "That bumpy road sure did a number on us, eh? I could feel that big cock of yours, and mine got hard too. See?" Sure enough, the front of his shorts stuck out. I gave a nervous laugh, and turned and headed towards the lake, leaving the carry bag behind. In for a penny, in for a pound, I thought. I still wasn't sure that I wanted what I thought was going to happen. I was scared that if I was reading things wrong, I was going to make a complete fool of myself. Sam might tell his friends if I started coming on to him, and I couldn't have that. So, I decided to do nothing. The cold water will settle me down, I thought. When we got to the lake, there was no one there. Sam had kicked off his sneakers as we left the bike, and was out of his shirt and shorts and heading down to the water before me. Seeing his nude body plunging head first into the cold water made my cock stick out even straighter. I had to get into the water fast to hide it. It would have taken too long to put the trunks on anyway, I thought, so I was out of my cut-off jeans and t-shirt and into the water before Sam had surfaced several feet away. "Jesus!" He said. "This water is fucking cold!" "The lake is fed by springs," I said, as I started to swim towards him. Before I could get very far, however, he dove again. I saw him heading towards me and suddenly he was rising up right in front of me. His hand reached out and grabbed my cock as he surfaced. "That's quite a handle you got there," he said, laughing. "Feel mine. It's hard too." I reached down and put my hand on his cock. It was the first one I ever felt, other than my own. It twitched in my hand as I grabbed it lightly at first, and then began to squeeze it. "Nice," said Sam, "but this water's too fucking cold. Let's get out. Got that towel?" We headed towards the bank and Sam was the first to emerge from the water. "It's still on the bike," I said. Want me to go get it?" "Naw, the sun'll warm us up." Sam threw himself down on the grass and rolled onto his back. His cock rose up towards his stomach. The dark hair on his head was duplicated around his cock and balls. He ran his hands quickly up and down his thighs to warm them, and then rolled over onto his side to face me as I lay down beside him. He propped himself up on one elbow. "Ever do it with a guy," he asked, looking me straight in the eye. "No," I answered tentatively. "D'you?" "Sure," said Sam. I got brothers, and they showed me how. My biggest brother Mike is in the marines. He's learned lots of tricks there. Want to learn one? They're things guys can do together, and they're lots of fun." "I'm all yours," I said. "I've never even seem another guy's cock before. Your's is different. You got skin on the end." "That's 'cause you were circumcised," said Sam, knowingly. My brother Mike was circumcised, but that's 'cause he got an infection down there when he was little. My Dad says a guy's gotta have his whole skin. He wouldn't let the doctor's do us, my other brother and I. Mike's is like yours. Can I touch it?" My insides were in a knot. This is what I had been hoping would happen, and it was. I looked around to see if anyone was coming down the path. The coast was clear. "Sure," said, as I inched closer. Sam grabbed my cock and started rubbing his thumb over the top. Precum was already oozing out of the little hole, as it usually did when I played with it myself, but this felt so different, so much better. I reached out and touched his. I began to pull the skin back and the head of his cock appeared, bright red, and moist, compared to mine which was kind of purple and dry, except for the precum. I rubbed my thumb over his just like he was doing to me. He rolled his hips to give me a better angle and soon I had his whole cock in my hand. "Oh, that's nice," said Sam. He tightened his grip on my cock and started to pull the skin up and down its length. I tried to match him stroke for stroke, but as the excitement and the tingling in my body increased, I started jerking him faster and faster. He was the one trying to keep up now, and as that special feeling grew and grew inside me, I could tell from his groans that he was reaching the high point as well. Suddenly I shot my load all over him, and with only about two more strokes, his pistol fired as well. We kept going, squeezing out every bit of cum we could, but as our cocks softened, we slowed down, and finally stopped. "How'd you like that?" Sam asked, dipping his index finger into the cum on my stomach and putting it to his mouth. I did the same to my cum on his belly. It tasted salty, but not gross. "Awesome!" was the only thing I could think of to say. "And that's only the beginning," said Sam, taking another swipe at the cum which was dripping down onto the ground between us. "I've got lots more tricks to show you, if you want. I did, but they'd best wait till next time.


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