Straight Best Friend And I Take A Motorcycle Trip – Part 2

I suggest you read part one first. Part 1

Rob and I are cruising down the road heading towards the university to visit our friend John. A million thoughts are rushing through my mind as I steer the motorcycle with Rob sitting directly behind me. I can’t believe what just happened. I knew it wasn’t my imagination as I could still taste him in my mouth along with the fact that Rob’s hands were wrapped around me and cupping my crotch as we moved along. Rob was not fondling me; he was just keeping his hands there. I continue to enjoy the feeling of the inside of his thighs squeezing against my hips.

I keep wondering to myself, would this ever happen again? Would Rob be upset with either himself or me and distance himself? I was pretty certain he would never tell anyone. But I did not want to lose his friendship either. Looking back at how he acted when we were done, I relaxed a little bit as he didn’t seem to be upset. I had seen him with girlfriends and felt he was completely straight, not even bi. So, I did have my doubts that this would ever happen again and if it did, how would I approach the subject?

Intermixed with these thoughts, I kept visualizing when I first pulled his pants down and saw his cock straining towards the sky, glistening with precum on it. I kept picturing us stroking each other's cocks, remembering the amazing view of Rob’s hand, which I have shaken so many times, wrapped around my swollen meat stick while I felt his awesome beast throb in my hand and drip precum while I stroked it. Of course, I easily remembered watching his cock come closer to my mouth and then what it was like taking it in – and the special feeling as he busted his nut.

I realized Rob knew I was thinking over what we had done as my cock had begun to swell again and he just continued to hold his hand against it through my jeans as we cruised along. I knew we were getting close and I knew there was no opportunity for round two or just stroking myself. I also wondered what was going through Rob’s mind and if he was hard as well.

Worst case scenario? Rob’s and my strong friendship would wither away and Rob would be uncomfortable in my presence. Best case scenario? Rob would pick me for his sexual release whenever he needed.

We arrived at campus and parked in visitor parking near John’s dorm. As we got off the bike and started to stretch, I noticed Rob also had a bulge. I brought it up to him but wasn’t worried since he had been feeling mine for quite some time. Rob basically replied, “Well gee, I wonder why…”

We both laughed, and I felt some relief knowing Rob wasn’t freaking out about anything yet. After a few minutes, everything got better and we went inside and knocked on John’s door. John, who was obviously drunk, told us to bring our asses inside and got us each a drink. As we sat down on the sofa, I looked around the room and even though I had been there before, I realized how small this room actually was. There were bunk beds, two desks, a small table near the sofa, and a television and stereo.

I asked John where his roommate was, and he said that his roomie was going to spend the night at his girlfriend’s apartment to make room for us. ”Damn,” I thought to myself, “John is going to offer one of us the bed and the other the sofa. There go my plans for a fun night.”

Everything went as one would normally expect. The three of us sat around smoking some of the Devil’s lettuce, drinking too much alcohol, and then ordering pizza for dinner. We then sat around and continued to shoot the breeze until John told us he had promised his girlfriend that he would pop over to her place for a bit that evening. He then said he would invite us along but he was hoping it would be a booty call.

I told him no problem and that Rob and I would just hang out and I would probably go down to the showers as it had been a long ride and I had gotten hot and sweaty during the trip. John said he knew what I meant, and I shot a look at Rob while thinking to myself, “No you don’t!” John took off, so I grabbed my towel and asked Rob if he was coming along. Rob nodded his head “yes”, put down his drink, grabbed his towel, and followed me out the door and down the hallway.

We walked into the restroom, and it was just as I had remembered. On the right were a row of sinks, and directly across the room from them were urinals. After those on both sides of the room were the showers. These showers were actually pretty nice. They were separate, and the walls went from the floor up about 8 feet. The entrance to each stall had just a curtain. The two showers at the far end were wide as they were handicapped accessible. Rob and I agreed we would use the same stall and decided to take one of the larger ones at the far end. Fortunately, there was no one in the restrooms at this time.

As we were undressing in our shower, I noticed Rob was being modest and had his back turned to me. I guess the whiskey emboldened me, along with the smoke, so I asked Rob, “Do you remember me sucking you off earlier today?” Rob turned his head and looked over his shoulder with a quizzical look in his eyes and said, “Yeah.” “Then why the hell are you acting so shy? You know I’ve seen it.” Rob turned around and grabbed his semi-hard dick and shook it at me, asking “Is this better, asshole?” “Yeah, butt muncher,” I replied. Rob then stepped into the shower, and I followed him.

Rob turned the water on, and we both stepped back, waiting for it to get warm. “What do you think that cord is for?” I asked Rob. Rob turned around and looked where I was pointing and said something to the effect that it was an emergency cord if there was a problem. “You mean a problem like this?” I asked as I grabbed my dick and peed out the past several hours’ worth of alcohol onto Rob’s leg. As Rob spun around, I took aim and shot my stream directly at his cock and balls. I had never been into golden showers and had never done that before, however, I found it strangely exhilarating. Rob then jumped under the flowing water as it had gotten warm enough and said, “I can’t believe you just did that!” “Says the guy who nutted in my mouth today,” I replied. Rob gave me another “you’re an idiot” look then started to soap himself up. I got under the water and then began to shampoo myself. Once I was done, we switched places. I carefully watched Rob shampoo his head and when he went to stand under the showerhead to rinse the soap out, I walked right up to him and while my cock was pressed against his hip, I reached down and began to stroke his. Rob stopped completely and stood still under the water, then he reached over and grabbed me and started stroking as well. We stood there stroking each other for a couple of minutes, then heard the bathroom door open. We both froze and listened and heard a couple of guys joking around and getting in the showers as well because they were going out that night.

Well, that ruined the mood. I knew we shouldn’t stay there because that would be odd, still showering when the others had finished. So as soon as we heard the water turn on in their showers, we turned ours off, quickly dried ourselves, wrapped our towels around us, then grabbed our clothes and high-tailed it out of there back to John’s room.

We were laughing as we shut the door to the room, and I reached down and grabbed Rob’s stiff cock and started to stroke it again. Rob asked if I knew what time John was due back, and I told him I didn't. “Then it’s too risky,” he said. I quickly bent over and licked his pee slit, getting his precum on my tongue, and then told him he was right.  We both got dressed, then sat down to smoke a roach while watching TV.

Soon John returned to the dorm room and asked us how we were doing. I told him fine and that we had just smoked a roach, and he said yeah, I can smell. I then commented that he wasn’t gone that long so he must not have gotten lucky. He replied that she had started her period that day so all he got was a hand job. Rob said, “she could have at least just sucked it,” and he shot me a look with a grin. “No shit,” John replied. John then asked us if we wanted to go golfing in the morning. We both said sure, and he said, “good because I made us a tee time at 7:30 AM.” John then poured himself two shots of Jagermeister, did them, then pulled out a doobie and smoked it with us. Once we finished, John said he wanted to go to bed because we were getting up early and then he stood up, went over to the bunk beds, and bent down and pulled a mattress out from underneath the bottom bed. He then grabbed two pillows and a sleeping bag and put them on the bed on the floor as well. John then stripped down to his boxers, turned off the lights, climbed up into his bunk, and told us to turn the TV off when we were going to sleep. We told him OK and just sat there.

John kept talking every couple of minutes, and I realized the TV was going to keep him up and I wanted him to fall asleep. So, I announced I was going to bed, stripped down to my boxers, and laid on that mattress and opened the sleeping bag so it was like a blanket and covered myself. Rob was still on the sofa and bantering with John. I just laid there and listened to them talk, wishing they’d shut the hell up as I drifted off to a disappointed and drunken sleep.

Part three will be up probably within 24 hours. I did not want to include it here because I have been known to have stories that run way too long.