My cock was still aching against my fly when Bill finished his lesson and began to walk towards his bike from behind me. Bugger, I thought, I can't let him notice this boner. 'Lets put our helmets back on and set off on our adventure' Bill said as he reached his bike. I had pivoted my body away from him as he mounted his bike, but I faced my head in his direction to watch and admired his sexy form and body as he began to swing his leg. Jesus, he had strong thighs multiplied in their sexiness by the tight leather that surrounded them. As I tried ( and failed ) to catch a glimpse of a hard bulge in his crotch, I noticed that he was not wear leather trousers now, as he had at the terrace, but had changed into jeans and a pair of leather chaps...equally as sexy, but why change ? I briefly mused. I didn't think about it long as I had my own wardrobe problems. I had decided as I got dressed earlier to forego wearing trunks and go commando under my very tight jeans....firstly because they were going to be a very tight fit in this hot weather, but also because I loved the thrill of knowing there would be only one layer of clothing between Bill and my cock and ass. Now I realised this secret kink was going to metaphorically bite me in the ass ( ummm, how I wished I Bill would bite my bum ) as there was no elastic now to help hold my engorged cock from creating an obvious bulge on my crotch. I waited until Bill had mounted and faced forward before i scrambled on behind him. I put my hands down to hold onto the sides of my portion of the seat and pushed up against the carrier box to my back, leaving only inches between myself and Bills strong glutes and his sexy broad back. Bill turned around just as I settled my helmet about my head and said ' Hold on tight Robbie ', and with that he hitched up the bike-stand and sat his gorgeous ass against my crotch as we took off.
Sweet Devine, the feel of his against my cock and stomach was almost too much to bear and I was sure it was going to take all of my self control not to cum. My throbbing cock could feel Bill's body but I was confident ( for the time being at least ) that he would not notice my hardon, as I was doing my best to push back against the carrier. After we cleared the village Bill picked up speed. He removed his right hand from the bars for a moment and reached down and back and squeezed my upper thigh. As I looked down, both surprised and thrilled by his touch he made a fist and extended his thumb in an ' You doing ok ' gesture. I tried to reciprocate by raising my right hand from the sear I was gripping and leaned closer against his back for a moment as I raised a thumb in front of him as I felt his strong flank with my arm. Just as I began to draw my arm back Bill caught my hand and guided my arm around his stomach and then held it there as he pressed it against his body with his own arm. 'Hold onto me tight with both arms' he shouted as he pressed his ass and back solidly against my body. I wrapped the other arms around him and held on tight...it felt amazing.
As I knew this position was going to greatly increase the chances of Bill feeling my erection against his behind, I pushed my ass like crazy back against the carrier. We must of continued like this for half an hour. It was heaven to feel my body pressed against this hunky Silver Daddies hot body...but hell to try and keep from pressing my steel hardon against him. Every now and the ( especially going around bends or up hills ) I would notice Bill press back into me, as if he knew my concern and embarrassment and wanted to tease me.....and the horniest and reckless park of me wished to almighty he was doing it deliberately...but I had to play the odds and until I was 99% sure he wanted to fuck me I would have to keep struggling to keep my randiness under wraps ( literally and metaphorically ).
My mind began to worry about the logistics of this trip. I hadn't actually rebooked at the hostel for that night and I would have to get sorted for accommodation when we reached Portsmouth, and there was that phone call I had promised to make to Auntie Gwen....I really was letting my cock rule my head with this so delicious ' GAY' abandon. I had let my horny little imagination think that I had a chance of spending the night in Bill's bed...and at the end of all my fantasising there still might be no bases for thinking this kind-hearted hunk was even bisexual, let alone that he fancied me or even if he did, be in a position to put me up, as a hunk like him surely had a wife or significant other.
I was beginning to psych myself out as we passed by Fletchersbridge. My 60% certainty that I was going to be intimate with Bill was crashing down to virtually no chance when we started to slow down and Bill brought us to a halt by a layby. 'How are you doing Robbie ?' Bill asked as he removed his helmet, kicked out the stand and stopped the engine. 'I'm good Bill, thanks' I lied without removing my helmet, hoping even with the viser up it might help obscure my worried face.
Bill shock his head, dismounted and hung his helmet on the handlebars. He stood between me and the road and then hoisted his left leg back over the handlebars and bike straddling the bike once more and but now facing me. His knees were positioned outside my legs and his lower inner thighs were pressing in against my knees firmly. He removed my helmet and placed it on the bars before turning to face me once more. His broad grin reappeared as he placed one hand on the junction of my left hip and thigh and cupped the side and back of my head with his other shovel-like hand, with his thumb stroking my cheek. 'Now I think you have got a few worries going on in that lovely little head of your's' he said in a soft deep voice, as he guided my head forward until my face was close to his. My heart was raising as he continued ' Now my dear Robbie, I know you have a few worries, so lets tackle them, and then I can teach you some things that we will both very much enjoy. Okay ?' 'Yea, I mean yes, if you like Bill' I sheepishly returned. 'Good boy' Bill grinned. ' Now first worry I'm guessing you have is that raging hardon you've got, right ? |
, but if I can try to do something about that if any of the ladies request it.
Hoping to get a more action packed instalment up later today 
'Gordon Bennet !' Bill exclaimed 'you played a blinder my son. 'Ere, my accent goes right propper Sexton Blake when I got a Marquis de Sade on'. He said his accent always changed when he had an erection, and usually to the accent he'd been listening to just prior to the start of his hardon. 'Cause I'd been 'aving a butchers at Byker Grove in the 'otel room before I picked you up my cockney was Brown Bread until nahow'.
'Eh I kin exactly what ya mean Bill' I replied as my own accent returned, 'I got the same wee problem as ye'.
Bill turned on the radio and we relaxed a while. After about ten minutes I was getting hard again and began to slowly work Bill's cock with my hand. He soon became hard again and exclaimed 'By hec Lad, thy hand feels blumin champion on my tuppin pole !'
'Does it 'ec as like', I replied bashfully 'but ey up Biggin' I continued ' that is nowt compared to how thy'll feel when thy takes me up wrong'um' I said as Bill switched off the radio just as the report on cattle prices from the York Auction Centre came to a close 
