The Biker Part 1

With my new job I had to travel cross country, such long drives, with little or no cars and no one to talk too. I'm thirty four and single, gay, not openly, but have only had sex with men, I have a type of guy I like but to say I only look for that type of guy I do not. Driving these roads I met a few guys I could have sex with, hitch hikers, guys in truck stops, not as many as I really want or need however.

I was cruising along radio playing, windows open the weather was so hot but it felt good to be driving along this stretch of highway with the wind blowing thru the car. I had seen three cars all day, two cars and a semi to be exact, no hitch hikers, no buses, this had to be the quietest stretch of road I had ever been on. This area was basically a desert, no trees, the odd cactus, rare to see a rest stop.

I had started to climb the one hill then down the other side when I spotted the motorcycle behind me, he was coming at me so fast. He flew by me I barely even saw him but he turned to look at me as he did fly by. I saw a big guy, leather jacket, long hair tied with a scarf, leather chaps and black boots, his face covered in a long beard.

I watched as he flew by me and disappeared, I continued to drive along, wondering where he was going so fast. I stopped at a gas station, restaurant and filled up both tanks, mine and the cars, the food was okay, nothing great, basically a burger and fry joint. The cook a very overweight man, the waitress an older woman with dyed hair and very thin.

I ate filled the car and was greeted by two state patrol cops in the parking lot, they asked about the biker guy who had passed me on the road. I told them I had seen two cars and a semi nothing else, they told me they were sure he had come the way I had come from. I assured them that if he did I had not seen him, why would I rat this guy out, they told me if I came upon him to stay clear of him as he was wanted as a suspect in a murder.

I told them I would steer clear of him and got in my car and left, I was driving along the heat was getting unbearable, I almost shut the windows and turned on the AC but decided I could handle the heat. I had to be a good forty miles away from the last stop when I saw skid marks on the road, single tire, had to be the biker dude.

I saw the mark on the side of the road, then where his bike had left the highway, once stopped I saw the bike off the road and him laid out beside it. I jumped out of the car, I went to him he was not conscious but he was alive. I checked for broken bones, but it looked like he was scuffed up and not much else, I dragged him to my car and lugged his huge ass frame into the car, I tilted the seat back so no one would see him in my car.

I hid the motorcycle with some brush erased the tracks so no one would see where he went off the road, I got back in my car and really looked at him. Was this guy hot or what, handlebar moustache, muscular, hairy chest, tanned body, long dark hair, he really needed a shower. I rolled up the windows and turned on the air, I made him drink some water then we were on our way.

Before we left I got out and opened the trunk, took the tire iron out and placed it so I would know where his bike was located. He was out, pretty sure he was asleep, I looked to see if I would be able to find the tire iron when he came back. I drove to a local motel some hundred miles up the highway, got us a room, he and I would share a double bed.

I dragged him into the room and laid him on the bed, I was worn out he was not exactly a small man, I got my stuff into the room and checked him out. I pulled off his boots and socks then the chaps. His clothes needed a wash and he needed a shower, I got the leather jacket off of him and then got his wife beater shirt off of him.

He had the hairiest chest I had ever seen, well built, protruding pecs, bit of a belly, I really liked that on a man. I stood there looking at him I had to pull his pants off, and by the looks of it he had no underwear on. I unbuckled the clip then the zipper came down, such a lush bush of pubes, I now could see the base of his cock, this guys cock was so thick.

I peeled the jeans off and he lay there naked, such a big beautiful cock, huge hairy nuts, hairy legs and huge feet. How the hell was I going to get this man washed up? I stood there staring at him, damn that is one massive cock. Staring at his cock I was lost, I wanted to touch it, taste it, feel it invade my throat, gag on its massive size.

I was drooling over his cock and balls when his eyes opened, here I was staring at the man my cock bulging in my shorts, my tongue licking my lips. I was almost drooling, he stared at me and asked if I was enjoying the view, I was so flustered, how could I respond and not tell a lie.

"I'm sorry Sir, but you have an incredible body and such a huge cock, sorry for staring."

"Your allowed, you may have very well saved my life so you are allowed."

"Thank you Sir, can you get up and get in the shower? I will go to the laundromat later and wash your clothes."

"I think I can get up on my own, lets find out."

He tried to stand but he was unsteady on his feet, I helped him get up and took him to the shower, he told me I would have to get in and help him wash up. I would have to get naked with this man in this shower and touch his body all over?

"Come on Son get your clothes off, you can't shower with clothes on."

I stood there for a few minutes then the tee came off then the shorts, the underwear last, my cock was rock hard and bounced out of my underwear. He smiled at me as he saw my small cock so stiff, I turned on the water and he checked out my ass while I did. I got him in then I got in myself. I got him wet then took the soap and lathered him up.

First his magnificent hair covered chest, then arms and hands, I had him turn and did his back, to his perfectly hairy ass, he even spread his legs so I could get in between his cheeks, he warned me not to get any ideas, things only came out of his ass. My cock bounced up and down as I lathered him up, down his thighs to his calves. He lifted his leg so I could wash his huge feet, he turned and there it was right in front of me, rock hard and inches from my mouth.

Precum oozed out of the tip, could I let that go to waste? I licked my lips, I stared at it as I washed his legs up his thighs till I touched his balls. He leaned back and let me soap him up, I soaped up between his legs, lathered up his balls. Shampooed his pubes, then I had my hand on the shaft, his cock so big, my fingers could not close on it, I had two hands on it and still the knob was still visible.

I gently stroked his cock till he told me to "Stop" he was about to cum and he wanted more than I hand job. I let go of his cock and stood in front of him, I washed his neck and shoulders, his ears, then his face. He rinsed off and I washed his hair, two full washes and his hair was shiny clean, once the soap was washed off he got out and told me to get everything ready, I had primed him up and he was going to give it to me for all my efforts in saving him.