Dirt Bike Passion
I had a real passion for motorcycles, especially
dirt bikes. But it wasn’t until I’d
graduated from high school that my
grandfather, a hard-core motorcycle enthusiast, bought
me a dirt bike against my parent’s wishes. I
was hell on wheels, developing a real
hard-on for the feel of all that
power rumbling between my legs. I put 1,500 miles on the
odometer in the first week. By the end of the
second week, I had totaled the bike
and laid myself up with two broken arms
and a broken ankle.
When I came home from the
hospital, my parents had made
arrangements for an attendant to care for me. As you might
imagine, my condition rendered me quite
helpless. I required far more
attention than their busy careers would allow for.
Jay was a medical student at a nearby university and
perfect for the job. He was neat, clean,
experienced and incredibly
attractive. I fell in love the minute I laid eyes
on his tall, slender frame. The guy was drop-dead
gorgeous and proudly displayed one of
the largest, most beautiful bulging
baskets I’d ever seen. I was glad to be out of the
hospital. I had been poked, prodded and stripped of
all dignity. I had been humiliated
beyond the tolerance of my rather shy
endurance. Home had never looked so good. I was
eager to place myself in the care of Jay’s tender,
loving arms. Beyond
the fact that my numerous injuries had strictly
limited my capabilities, I felt remarkably well. Well
enough for the sight of Jay to remind
me that it had been two long weeks
since I’d last gotten my rocks off. For a horny young
guy, two weeks seemed like an
eternity!
From dawn to dusk, Monday through
Saturday, my parents worked, leaving
Jay and me alone in the house. First thing
every morning I had to piss. Jay would accompanied me to
the bathroom, pulled down my boxer
shorts and for a brief moment, stared
affectionately at my half-hard cock. I couldn’t piss
with Jay watching. He always waited just
outside the door for me to call him
when I had finished.
Later in the morning was
bath time. In preparation for my
bath, Jay stripped me naked. I was thrilled to detect a
glint of pleasure in his green eyes. My cock
tingled restlessly and I knew then
and there I was going to get a boner.
My demanding young cock had been ignored far too
long. Jay was far too attractive. My manhood was going
to demand satisfaction, it was
inevitable.
I’m not one to brag, but the truth is I’m
endowed quite well, well above
average. I had always been a little self-
conscious about the size of my cock. It being so big ,
it had always seemed to draw a great
deal of attention. Jay made no
attempt to conceal the fact he, too, had a difficult time
taking his eyes off my now-expanding organ. His
obvious attraction to my naked
man-flesh fueled my desires to a new
height.
Jay washed me from head to toe, putting
off washing my cock until last. When
he finally got to it, he took his
time, rubbing it with the warm, soapy washcloth. I don’t
think he realized just how horny I was. I was
so fucking turned on I could barely
control my urge to blow a load into
the washcloth!
I wanted Jay to give me a sign,
anything that would let me know he
wouldn’t be offended if I ejaculated into his
hands. The sign never came, so neither did
I.
Jay seemed quite nervous and quickly finished.
There was no doubt he had enjoyed my
bath almost as much as I had. The
timid bulge in the crotch of his pants had become
immensely larger. His hands trembled as he dressed me.
I couldn’t help wondering what it
would be like having his big cock in
my mouth. I’d messed around a couple of times with
another guy, jacking off, rubbing each other’s asses,
but I’d never tasted cock. That’s not
to say I’d never been tempted. I
fantasized about chewing on a big, dick all the time.
Jay disappeared for quite some time. I was convinced
he was off somewhere beating his
meat. I hated him for leaving me in
such a desperate state of necessity. I had a fierce
yearning and was willing to do anything to appease
my distress. When Jay
returned he was calm, cool and collected,
striking up a conversation of small talk. He was a hard
guy to figure out. I knew I turned
him on. I had drooled over his stiff
cock pressing out against the front of his pants.
He had held my throbbing prick in his hands. Something
was holding him back. I had to figure
out what that something was before I
lost my fucking mind.
Later that evening, after
dinner, a persistent cramping in my
belly urged me to the bathroom. I had held it as long
as I could. I had to shit, and shit
bad.
My parents were both home and busy as usual. It
was Jay who perched me up on the
ivory throne. As far as my parents
were concerned, he was the one who was hired to do the
dirty work. When I’d
finished, I called to Jay. Jay helped me to my
feet and leaned me slightly forward. This time my
cock didn’t get hard. I was too
embarrassed to think about sex. Jay
pulled the cheeks of my slender as apart and whisked away
the unsightly residue. There was nothing the
least bit erotic about it until Jay,
having thoroughly cleansed me, ran a
finger up and down the crack of my ass. “I hope
you don’t take this the wrong way,” Jay said,
“but you’ve got a great butt.” I turned
and looked at him. He was blushing. “Why
would I take it the wrong? I’m glad you think so.”
Jay smiled, pulled up my shorts and
flushed the toilet.
The next day, as Jay prepared for
my bath, my cock got rock hard. As he
undressed me, he looked me dead in the eye
and smiled as if to taunt me. He had to know I was in
agony. His lack of compassion was
beginning to disappoint me. What the
hell did I have to do, beg? Hell, I was ready to blow
him and consume his load in exchange for a
simple hand-job.
This time, as Jay got ready to
wash my stiff, aching cock, I decided
not to just lie there. As he wrapped the
warm, soapy washcloth around my nine-and-half-inch boner,
I sighed softly. “That sure feels
good.”
“I’ve noticed you seem to like it,” Jay
replied.
I nodded. “I’m so horny my balls feel
like they’re going to explode.” Jay
sat the washcloth aside and used his
hand to finish washing my dick and balls. “I guess
it has been awhile since you’ve been able to
jack off,” said Jay, tightening his fist around my
wet, slippery organ. “I
guess I never realized before just how much I beat
off,” I answered. “I probably do it a lot more than
I should.” “I don’t
think that’s possible,” said Jay, as his
fingers began sliding up and down the length of my
bulging cylinder.
