The sun was high above the horizon as I traveled south. This trip had been in my mind for a long time, and it was finally happening. It was just me, my motorcycle, and the open road. I had gotten a later start then I had planned, and I hoped it would not cut my trip short. Not only did I get out the door late, but my poor planning immediately made things worse by riding right into rush hour traffic. I was frustrated by the extra time it took just to get out of the city and on the highway leading south. Once I was finally clear of the constant stop and go caused by the regular commuters and then compounded by a multi car accident, the miles finally started to fall behind me.

The speed limit was actually higher than I wanted to go. This was supposed to be a nice leisurely trip, not a race down and back. I kept to the posted limit as cars and trucks continued to fly by me in their hurry to reach their respective destinations. On a motorcycle, they say that it’s not about the destination, it’s about the journey. Well this particular journey was not to reach a single point on the map, but to reach the beginning of a popular motorcycle route to ride. So my journey was to reach the beginning of another journey. In order to do that I had a few hours of riding just to get there. If I had the extra time I would have ridden back roads and taken my time getting down there, but I was late getting out, so I was playing catch up and trying to make up some time by taking the highway.

I was getting close to the end of the route down leading to the beginning of my purpose for going. Glancing at my gas gauge, I decided to fill up before the start of my scenic journey. As I pulled off the highway I glanced at the phone mounted to my handlebars. There was a gas station just off my exit or another one a few miles away from the highway. I elected to go the few extra miles before stopping, as fuel is usually a little cheaper away from the main roads.

I exited, leaving the fast paced traffic behind me as I twisted the throttle, sending my bike down the two lane road towards my goal. The highway disappeared in my mirror and I could now cruise in relative peace. I saw the low fuel light flicker a few times on my gauge before finally staying on. At least I hadn’t screwed that part of the plan up. I was already heading for the gas station anyway. The GPS showed I should be coming up to my stop soon, and as I rounded a curve I could see the sign I needed. I downshifted, slowed, and pulled my bike into the gas station lot, coming to a stop at one of the fuel pumps right in front of the gas station’s entry doors.

I took off my helmet and hung it on the sissy bar on the back of my bike. Removing my gloves, I dropped them onto the seat so I could dig my wallet out of my pocket and find my credit card. I slid the card into the reader, pressed the appropriate buttons, and started filling the tank. Only needing a little over four gallons made for a quick fuel stop. Once finished I headed inside the store to stretch my legs for a few minutes and grab a couple of drinks.

My phone rang with an unfamiliar number. That wasn’t uncommon. I got all kinds of unknown numbers calling from my job. I swiped the screen to answer the phone.

“Yes.” I answered.

That sounds rude to answer a phone like that, but if they were calling me, they knew who they were reaching, and they just needed to tell me why. A recording began a second later talking about my car’s expired warranty. I hung up and put my phone away.

Once I got back outside I saw a couple of other motorcycles parked at the next pump over. A guy was hanging around my bike, looking it over as I approached. He noticed as I got closer, making the correct assumption that I was the owner. It was kind of obvious given my attire. I wore faded blue jeans, a thin, long sleeve shirt, and a black leather vest that currently hung open at the front. My boots tromped heavily against the pavement as I walked and my eyes were hidden by my dark wrap-around sunglasses to cut the glare from the sun.

“Nice bike.” The guy remarked as I got close.

I glanced over at the two bikes nearby, which this guy clearly belonged on one of them. They were both big Harley touring bikes, complete with fairings, saddlebags, and full sized trunks on the back. My own Harley was smaller in comparison. I didn’t go for the giant bike like his, but had elected to get a lighter, more nimble bike that better suited my purposes. I did a lot of riding around the city, commuting to work and such. I previously had a touring bike before, but since I didn’t use it for its intended purpose I had traded it in for something more appropriate. I could still throw some saddlebags on mine and go on a trip at any given moment, but I could just as easily take them off and zip around without the extra weight and bulk. They were on now for the ride I was in the middle of.

“Thanks.” I replied. “Yours too.”

“Where ya headed?”

I soon found out they were going the same way I was. In fact they were planning on riding the same ride I was. It wasn’t exactly surprising, as the route was a well known and extremely popular route for bikers. It was the middle of the week though, and I was a little surprised to find these fellow riders out during a regular workday.

“You can ride along with us if you want. We’re not big on group rides or anything. We like doing our own thing, stopping where and when we feel like it, and no real plan in mind to stick to.”

I rode solo partly because I didn’t know anybody who rode motorcycles, and partly because I didn’t like the rigidity of group rides. There was no spontaneity and no individuality. You stuck with the group, went where they went, stopped when they stopped, and stayed in their formation as planned.

“Sounds good.” I agreed. “I’m Brad. Good to meet you.”

The guy I was talking to held out his gloved fist for a greeting bump. I gave the expected fist bump he was looking for.

“I’m Matt. That ugly fucker over there is Vince.”

Vince was fueling up his own bike and waved in introduction. Both guys were older than I, probably by twenty years. It was a little difficult for me to tell, as I sucked at guessing age. Matt was a little shorter than me, with his short cropped hair solid gray in color. He wore a black tank top which did nothing to hide his arms which were covered in tattoos. He seemed like a typical biker type, looking solid and tough as nails with a dark tan from long hours in the sun. Vince was just barely taller than me, and was leaner, almost to the point of being scrawny. His hair was a little longer than his buddy’s, but still not what would be considered long, and it was just as gray as Matt’s. He sported the same dark tan, which was unsurprising since they seemed like regular riding buddies. My own hair was blonde when I would let it grow out. I would go a couple of weeks and then shave it all off. I liked the ease of maintenance and I didn’t need to keep buying shampoo. I had a tendency to burn a lobster red color rather than tan, so I kept much of my skin covered from exposure.

“So did you want the lead or the back?” Matt asked.

“I’ll take the back. I’ve never been on this route, so I don’t want to slow you down.”

“Vince and I have probably done this ride half a dozen times, but it never gets old. We’re not speed demons or anything either, so I doubt we’ll lose you.”

Vince was bent over his bike checking something when Matt moved up behind him, grabbed him by the hips, and mimicked humping motions like he was fucking his buddy from behind, laughing as he did it. Vince shot up and turned around, shoving Matt away.

“Damn it, you horny bastard! Quit trying to stick your dick where it doesn’t belong!” Vince demanded jokingly. “We’ll find you a nice cactus you can cuddle with, how about that?”

I put my helmet back on and we all mounted up and headed off down the road. The other two guys apparently weren’t big fans of helmets, and went without them. Matt took the lead, followed by Vince, and I was at the back. We rode in a staggered line as the miles passed. Since the pair had done this route a few times before, I didn’t bother having my GPS going. I simply watched the landscape as we twisted through the route. It was kept to an easy pace, just as Matt had intended. That was fine with me, as that was exactly what I was there for, a nice, calm, leisurely ride. The route took longer than I expected. Of course on the map it looked like a short trip, but the lower speeds, twisting turns, and the stops we made at scenic vistas made it much later than I expected when we stopped for fuel once again. While he was filling up I noticed Vince checking his phone and tapping away on it with a frown on his face.

“Well guys, I’ve gotta head home. My old lady’s already asking when I’ll be back, and if I get back too late she’ll have my hide.” Vince announced as he filled his tank while still glancing at his phone.

“What about you Brad? Are you just as whipped as Vince? Are you taking off as well?” Matt asked.

“I’m single. I don’t answer to anyone.”

“Well I do, but not today though. There is another road that circles around before heading back, and I kind of wanted to ride it today. You up for it?”

“Sure thing.”

“Good! Then let’s hurry up and get back on the road.”

My phone rang as I was about to remove my gas cap. It hung from my handlebars for convenience and I could see the unknown number showing on the screen. I didn’t want another recording about my car’s warranty again, but I couldn’t be sure that’s what it was, so I answered it.

“Yes.”

It was work asking if I could pick up a shift that someone had called off from. I easily explained I wasn’t in town and therefore not available. That was that, and I hung up.

Vince made his farewells before putting his Harley in gear and leaving us behind. Matt started refueling his bike as I went to do the same. I inserted my card at the pump, but after a couple of seconds it was declined. I frowned and tried it again, only to be declined a second time. The third time was not the charm, as now it said to see the cashier.

“Problem?” Matt asked.

“Probably a bad card reader or my card is getting worn out. Screw it, I’ll just pay cash this time.”

I went inside and prepaid with cash, then came out and filled up. Matt waited while I then had to go back inside to get my change. I was grumbling as I finally got back out and swung my leg over my bike.

“Are you ready now? Do you need more time to fix your makeup?” Matt questioned sarcastically.

“Sit and spin.” I said as I extended my middle finger.

Matt chuckled as he settled onto his bike and fired up the engine. I pulled my helmet back on and we got back onto the road and headed off to another section of the route. We stopped at a diner and grabbed a burger while we talked. It turned out that while Vince was local to the area, Matt actually lived in my city. He was on the far south side and I lived a little north of the city itself. We talked about the routes around home, and found we had both ridden many of the same roads. We also mentioned some of the places we wanted to ride, each of us having our own different lists. I wrote a few of his down so I could look them up later. We both used cash to pay for the food, leaving a hefty tip for our cute waitress. She had been kind of flirty with both of us, and her tip reflected that. We got back on the road, finishing Matt’s route suggestion and ending up near where we had first started. The sun was low on the horizon as we pulled into a rest area. I shed my helmet and remained sitting on my bike as Matt turned to me to talk.

“You heading back home tonight?” he asked.

“That was the plan, but I didn’t expect to be out this late. It’s still five or six hours of riding just to get back home. I might need to grab a room for the night and head home tomorrow.”

“That was my plan from the start. The old lady’s been kinda pissed at me the last few days and I figured she could use some alone time.”

“What did you do to piss her off?”

“I don’t know. Something about not listening to her or something.”

Matt told me about a motel he’d stayed at a few times. It was somewhat close, fairly priced, and biker friendly. The staff there kept an eye on the guests’ bikes, and he had never had a problem there. So it was decided, and off we went. It was dark when we pulled into the parking lot. We went inside to grab a couple of rooms. The parking lot was surprisingly busy for being the middle of the week. While checking in, the motel desk clerk came back after running my card.

“Sorry sir, your card’s been declined.”

I stared at him for a moment as it didn’t immediately register.

“Declined? I barely use that card anymore. In fact they said they were gonna close my account if I didn’t use it.”

“Maybe they already canceled it. Do you have another form of payment?” the clerk asked.

“I used it for gas earlier today, and it worked fine.” I insisted. “Can you try it again?”

“I tried it three times sir. A fourth won’t make any difference.”

“Fine, I’ll just pay in cash.”

I rooted through my wallet, but came up with only a few bucks from the change from the diner.

“Well, shit.” I said. “I know my card is not canceled or maxed out, and it’s too late to call them to straighten it out tonight.”

“You can bunk with me. Then you can get it sorted out in the morning. We’ll take a room with two beds.” Matt said as he tossed his credit card on the counter.

“Sorry sir, all we have left are rooms with queen sized beds.” the clerk responded.

“Well, it’ll have to do.” Matt agreed.

After receiving the room key, we both went to the room. We took our possessions to the room, leaving the bikes in front of the office so they were under the watchful eyes of the motel staff. We each had a bag, and it seemed like we were both prepared for “just in case” issues. Matt turned on the TV before heading into the bathroom. I heard the shower running as Matt took his turn. He finally came out in just a pair of cutoff jean shorts.

“Your turn roomie.”

I took my bag with me and went into the bathroom, closing the door behind me. As I got ready for bed, I also checked my phone. I missed a couple calls from an unknown number during the day. Checking my emails I found out why. My credit card company had tried to reach me thinking my card had been stolen due to unusual activity. When they couldn’t reach me, they froze the account. So I was right that it wasn’t already cancelled or maxed out, but I was out of luck until I could contact them in the morning. I didn’t have any other card with me, as I wasn’t in the habit of usually carrying a bunch of different cards. That proved to be my mistake.

I took a shower and put on underwear from my bag. I guess in the future I would have to start packing shorts like Matt had. I draped a towel over my shoulders and went back out into the room. Matt was lying back on the bed flipping through the channels on the TV. Apparently he hadn’t found anything worth watching. I stood by the bed as I told him about the missed calls and the email.

“Well, it’s good to know you’ll be able to get it fixed in the morning. So, how do you plan on paying me back for the room? I don’t take credit cards, even if yours did work.” he smirked.

“I can get you some cash once my card is working again.” I offered.

“Yeah, you could do that, but I’m thinking of a different way you can pay me back.”

I had a questioning look on my face as Matt got up from his side of the bed and came around it. He was in front of me and getting closer. I took a step back, but the bed was behind me and I fell backwards, sitting down heavily onto the mattress.

“Vince had to go home, so I thought I was just out of luck tonight. But it looks like my luck changed.”

“How so?”

“You can start paying me back by sucking my cock.”

My mouth fell open as I looked up at him. At first I thought he was kidding around, like he had been when he dry humped Vince earlier in the day. Matt was not laughing or smiling now though. He looked serious, he sounded serious, and when I heard his zipper I looked down to see his button undone and the metal teeth of the fastening spreading apart. His hand reached in and pulled his significant slab of meat out of his shorts and into the open. I looked back up at him to see him watching me as he stepped forward to stand right in front of me, way inside my personal space.

“B-b-but I’m not gay.” I stammered.

“Neither am I. Neither is Vince. We’re both married. But my wife is mad at me and Vince went home. That leaves you, and you owe me.”

Matt had rested his hand on my shoulder as he spoke. Now it slid around the back of my neck. His shorts fell down his legs and bunched up around his ankles, but after stepping out of them, a quick flick of his foot sent them flying out of the way. His free hand wrapped around his now hard cock as it pointed at me like a blunt spear. I was looking at it like he was going to attack me with it.

“Open up. You owe me, and I’m not the type of person that you want to owe. Now open up.”

Matt’s hand at the back of my neck drew me forward. His cock brushed against my cheek before his guiding hand started to gently slap the phallus against the side of my face. Up close I could smell the motel soap that he had used. The veiny shaft was as tanned as the rest of him. There were no tan lines that I could see, indicating that he spent a good deal of time outdoors sans clothing. His pubic region was completely hair free, making his large cock look even larger.

“I said open up.”

His voice was softer, lower, and unyielding. He was demanding his payment, immediately and in the manner of his choosing. My lips parted slightly at his repeated command. Matt slowly stroked his shaft.

“More.”

The opening widened and Matt’s body drew back slightly, dragging the mushroom head of his organ along the skin of my cheek as it drew away. He lined up directly in front of my mouth and moved his hips forward, the tip of his cock poking past my lips. He stopped as his cock hit the enamel fence of my teeth.

“Wider. Don’t let me feel those teeth again.” he warned. “Stick out your tongue.”

I did as he demanded and he laid his shaft on top of my waiting tongue and partway into my mouth. He fed each inch of himself into my orifice, his hand behind my neck keeping me from backing away. My hands had come up to brace against the tops of his thighs, trying to slow his forward progression. He was only halfway buried in my mouth when I felt him at the back of my throat. I gagged and coughed, trying to back off of his tool. My eyes watered and I was having trouble breathing. Matt stopped his advance and backed off slightly until I could breathe again. I kept swallowing as I tried to control my body’s reaction to the thick intruder. As I started getting the hang of taking his thick cock, Matt began slowly thrusting into my mouth. He didn’t try to push too far forward, for which I was thankful. My mind had been frozen while Matt’s cock had first been fished out in front of me. Now I was able to think and process my situation.

“Good. Good. Take it slow and easy. You’ll get the hang of it. You’ve never done this before huh? Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you get some experience.”

I barely heard his words as he slowly but insistently fucked my mouth. It did register in the back of my mind that this didn’t seem to be his first time breaking in a new mouth for his personal carnal use. I briefly wondered if Vince had undergone the same initiation.

“Use your hands. If you don’t help out it’s gonna take forever to get me off.” he suggested.

He was right. My passiveness could draw this out longer than it needed to be. It only took a moment for me to reach a decision. If I wanted this done and over with as quickly as possible, I would need to do everything I could to… My mind almost couldn’t even finish the thought. I would need to do everything I could to make him cum.