Downhill Racers

Downhill Racer's.

I am often asked how we met.

My name is Taylor, I am often asked how I met Cameron socially we are chalk and cheese, Cameron the son of a well-known millionaire and philanthropist, me an unknown from the inner city working in my Grandfathers cycle shop in Pennyfarthing Street. This is our story.

I was testing my custom built downhill mountain racing cycle and fine tuning it for the impending Fort William downhill races, unofficially, in a nearby military training area. The test gully had been formed over decades of water run-off from Salisbury plain into the Chalk valley. Varied from twenty to thirty feet wide over fifteen feet deep with converging gullies, dropping four hundred feet in half a mile, inclination's at times less than 10% and strewn with scree and loose boulders to catch you out.

My cycle, my pride and joy had taken me over a year to build from a scrap, light-weight certified titanium, cycle frame I found. By contrast Cameron's cycle was custom made off ultra-light space age black carbon fibre, costing more than ten grand. Both our cycles were certified to competition standard by the National Governing Body For Cycling.

Decked out in my racing white cycle body armour and helmet I must have looked like a Star Ship Trooper. Cameron in his matt black racing cycle body armour and helmet Darth Vader lookalike.

Unbeknown to each other, we were cycling down converging gullies, heads down, minds racing assessing every micro change needed in front of us, stones scattering left and right with invisible gullies whizzing by. My first indication of Cameron's presence was out the corner of my eye something black moving quickly over my right shoulder.

We collided hard, cycles, body armour and helmets clashed, Cameron front wheel hit mine twisting our handlebars at right angles pulling both of us up and over catapulting us into each other then the gully side, where we rolled down the gully fifty or more feet. Just as well we had parted from our cycles as Cameron's carbon fibre front twin disc wheel disintegrated from the impact filling the air with black shrapnel, I felt it hit my right leg as it shredded my leg armour. All I could see was blood splatter and black bits raining down as we rolled down the gully.

Nobody knew we were their let alone help us, literally we crawled over to each other, my right leg badly cut and bleeding, couldn't take my weight, Cameron's left arm was broken at a crooked angle. Both covered in each other's blood from the exploding wheel shrapnel and contact with rocks. Our cycle helmets had cracked open, face masks disintegrated and pulled off as our heads collided, we both had concussion but didn't know it.

Somehow we crawled over to our wrecked cycles retrieved our medical

{crash}

kits. I had been in the Army Cadet Force, Cameron the Combined Cadet Force

{private education version for Sandhurst fodder}

both of us were trained as First Responders to basic Army field level standers.

We did running repairs on each other using my arm and Cameron's leg armour as splints, our medical kits contained a stab self-administration morphine phial which we used, we didn't even know each other's name. Couldn't wait for help nobody about and nobody knew where we were, like us out cycles terminally damaged.

Somehow we managed to get to our feet arms linked supporting each other hobbled for what felt like hours before reaching a field with a tractor working in it. It was during this painful walk supporting each other we bonded in the face of adversity.

The farmer seeing our open and closing hand signal

{I need help}

raced his tractor across to us. He could see from our mix of blood splattered black and white field splints, trauma bandaging we were in need of urgent medical assistance. He literally lifted us, as was, into his cab, radioing for assistance as he raced cross country to meet an ambulance which would take us by road to hospital.

Somewhere during this journey we passed out until we woke in a hospital Intensive Care Unit

{ICU}

with all sorts of drips and things plumed and wired into us. Cameron's arm was in plaster, my leg bandaged ankle to crotch inside an inflated leg splint, both festoon with bandages and plasters. We must have looked like cyber mummies.

A young nurse from Thailand called Polly asked who we were and where we lived, both high as kites between adrenalin, shock and morphine and her foreign accent. We rambled through what we thought happened, Cameron kept referring to me as 'his partner and how he loved the way I look after him' it didn't help that I kept saying 'no; I love the way he look's after me.'

Somehow Cameron's and my morphine induced statement got back to our parents. Later Cameron's father and my parents, who arrive about the same time, were told we were in a relationship, which was a bigger shock to them than seeing us plumed and wired into a bank of ICU monitors.

We had a lot of explaining to do which was confounded by the dregs of our morphine high's, I don't think they believed us, I was 19 Cameron 20 both social recluses. By contrast we were relaxed and intimate with each other. That's how we met and became friends.

Cameron's father being a well know philanthropist our predicament, rather Cameron's, attracted a lot of media's attention. We found out about our now gay relationship from Social Media, which developed a following of its own. We were moved out of ICU, Cameron's father arranged for us to have a shared private room, which added to social media's speculation; that was only the start as the story fed itself on various opinions about us.

Although most of our wiring and plumbing had been removed before being transferred to the private room, we were still in a bit of a state. No more morphine we crashed to earth coming to terms with our broken bodies and social predicament. That's when our adversity bonding blossomed and became engrossed with each other without realising it.

Polly our post ICU care nurse, we still needed help with most things; embarrassing at times. We quizzed her about her life in Thailand, she was forthcoming about her past as a Thai bar hostess to fund nurse training. Engrossed with the frankness of her hostess stories we realised we were squandering life as sexual recluses.

Depressed from my morphine withdrawal, I was getting a bed bath, Polly started to intimately caress me. I started to moan, grunt whatever which became a restorative to my depression. Cameron stuck his head round the curtain as I started my climax posture, arms outstretched bum bumping, he reached out and held my hand, between that and Polly's caressing, I lost my restraint and blasted over all of us.

He leaned over and kissed me on the forehead, I had never felt so satisfied before, other than that time I wanted to forget. My sudden rise in blood pressure and heart rate set off alarms bringing my ecstasy to an anti-climax. According to Polly this was an old school Thai treatment to enhance the body's immune system after injury or illness.

Following morning I walked past Cameron's bed to shower with only a towel loosely dancing provocatively around my waist. I wanted to prove I could shower without assistance. Struggling holding a handrail as the shower curtain opened, looked round, Cameron with his broken wing in a sling, naked and had an erection.

Behind me he started to wash my back each time he reached up I could feel him stroke me, it brought back erotically thrilling memories, not from the last time but the time before, he kept stroking as he washed my back. I felt him try to engage, his broken wing my unsteady leg, we couldn't our trance broke when we heard Polly's evocative voice.

"You boys no wait for me?"

We turned Polly had on a see-through apron with a red bikini shining through, I felt myself start to pre-cum. It was my most thrilling shower ever.

That afternoon our Consultant said we could go home providing their was someone too look after us. Problem; my parents business, apart from my Grandfathers cycle shop, was as Party coaches and organisers, these weren't vanilla parties but hands-on swinger parties requiring their personal attention. Cameron intervened to my rescue.

"It's ok my father has made arrangements for Taylor to stay with me and for Polly to look after us."

Our tractor friend Boyed turned up to drive us to Cameron's home, I had never been their before. As we travelled explained, Boyed was his services nickname, was a Paratrooper who had been invalided out after losing his lower left leg on his second tour of Afghanistan. Cameron's father hearing he had completed his harvesting job and was to be paid off; hired him as his driver. Also for what he had done to help his son, me too, I think.

We drove up a driveway to a fourteen roomed mansion houses. Cameron showed me our bedrooms, first we had to negotiate a grand circular stair case my injured leg having only 10% movement required a sideward hop movement. Cameron's broken wing and sling prevented him from holding the banister and was unsure of his balance. We were both exhausted by the time we entered Cameron's room's comprising a sitting room, study, wet room and a large double bedded bedroom, compared to my small single bedded bedroom was enormous. It was then he said;

"We have to share, hope you don't mind?"

I had never shared a bed before, fooled around in one but not shared, didn't know what to say. The thought of it excited me and said; "it's ok."

Part of our treatment was we had to bathe our cuts and bruises in warm saline water, wet room in addition to being a walk-in shower room had a deep free standing copper double ended bath, it was then he said "bath time." Getting undressed was a challenge as was getting into the tub together, a first for me I think Cameron had done it before. We sat facing each other, legs intertwined I could feel we were being drawn closer to each other. It was then he asked.

"Have you ever had gay sex?"

"Yes; I was out cross country cycling on a hot day, stopped at a river and went skinny dipping. When I came out, three guys a good bit older taunted me with sexual innuendos.

One grabbed me from behind the other gave me a hand job until I was hard and moaning then followed it through by giving me a blow job, third filmed it. I climaxed much to their enjoyment, then they forced me to lean over a fallen tree and took turns banging me.

A hillwalker scared them off, not only witnessed it but filmed them on his phone telling them he was streaming it on the web. I was left on the grass naked traumatized and bleeding until the Police arrived, took statements looked at the phone footage's arrested the three of them. Prosecution and their Lawyers did an out of Court deal. Their defence; I was provocatively naked and propositioned them, admitting it just got out of hand, but they had paid me.

I had been paid for sex before I had just turned 18 at the time what could I do? Charges were reduced to common assault I was given compensation, their parents were influential and wealthy. Alternative was they would bring it all out in Court."

Cameron surprised! asked; "Were you paid for sex!"

"Yes; about two months before at one of my parent's swinger's parties, day after I turned 18, I was invited to attend a party. Alone in one of the annex room's a gay guest put a brown envelope on the table, I always wondered what it would be like to have sex with another guy.

He was gentle, I found it sublime even after he climaxed invited me to bang him, didn't go very well to start with until I felt my climax build. The thrill set me off, I was going like an express train until I hit the buffers and shot my load; it felt great. This is what they were going to make public if I didn't agree to what they proposed."

I asked Cameron; "have you had sex?"

"As an 18th birthday present my father arranged for me to go to Barcelona for confidence building; I was a bit of a recluse. I was partnered with an Italian guy about my age Marco, dressed in swim shorts and tops we all had to stand in a circle with our partners. We were then told to strip off and sit naked on the floor embracing our partners, after the first person did it, it's not as daunting as you think.

We went through a series of touching each other seductively then wearing a blindfold intrusively, it was the most erotic experience of my life then we were to mutually enjoy making our partner climax. Tantra massaging I think it's called.

That night we were so engrossed by our new found confidence we ended up in bed together, my first time, it was the most thrilling night of my life when I climaxed inside someone and him inside me. The next morning we did it again but more adventurously, next two days we banged each other in different places in the hotel and in its gardens.

The last night we were to visit a sex club and do it together in front of strangers, what I didn't know it was all organised to happen like that. On the flight home still on a high I met someone about my age on the flight and we booked a hotel room together for the night.

It was only a few weeks after that I went to a private boarding college. After a few weeks our Houseman and his friends started to use and abused his first year juniors. Later we had to provide services to Patrons of the College.

We couldn't do anything about it, they were very influential people who had experienced similar treatment when they were students and thought it was ok for them to treat us this way. Also our Houseman and his friend's parents were powerful and influential, Senior Politicians, Civil Servants and Judges. Also due to the dodgy nature of my father and his partners business deals I couldn't do anything about it, after a while I just learned to enjoy it."

Sharing our encounters made us more engrossed with each other as we lay in the warm water, legs rubbing and intertwined it was then we had a mutual 'up-periscope' moment. Just as Polly walked in saw us, smiled and said.

"Let me help you boys out of your predicament."

Cameron tried first he couldn't get out of the tub under his own stream just kept slipping back in. Final attempt as I pushed him my fingers slipped between his cheeks and I could feel it go in deep, Polly pulled, somehow we managed it as he flopped out.

A booming West Country accent heralded Boyed's arrival with "let me help you lads, this is becoming a habit." Reached down stood Cameron up then scooped me out of the tub. We stood dripping with remnants of our up-periscope erection's. Polly dried us.

The grand circular stair case and steep stairs down to the kitchen was a challenge. Our skin treatment required sunlight after bathing, wearing only speedos and trainers we were sitting in the garden sunning ourselves. Cameron's father and his partner walked in, it was then I found out his father was gay. I had already been introduced to his father Sir Oliver Hardcastle and his partner of many years Lord Victor Henry Cranbourne, I was to call them Oliver and Henry except in a formal setting. Henry boomed out.

"What the hell happened to you guys in that gully to make you both come-out gay?"

Took quite a bit of explaining, Cameron let me do the talking. They seemed happy about the events and outcome, it was then I was wrong footed when Oliver said.

"We know your parents Company BJ's, have used them for entertaining Guests, one of which remembers you particularly well Taylor, your first time then I think.

What does BJ stand for?"

"Betty & Jasper."

We had to formally dress for our meal that night, I didn't have anything suitable with me Cameron lent me a shirt and a blue kilt which we both had to wear stag, the traditional way. They were his old college kilts, my first time wearing one and I had to navigate side stepping down the grand circular stairway without flashing. In the dining room, you have no idea how horny it is to sit knocked kneed as you eat, as Oliver and Henry share their sexual encounters together making frequent reference to BJ's, my parent's company.

Although I had put it out of my mind during the meal, thought of sharing a bed excited me. Upstairs after getting changed I walked into the bedroom heart pounding then I saw Cameron naked on the bed. He came over to me and one handed slowly striped me one item at a time until our erections touched.

Previously we had had to be content with foreplay due to our injuries. Cameron took the lead by back door stroking me, excited I repeatedly pushed back against his stroking until I felt him penetrate and continue. A wonderful feeling, somehow we had managed to overcome our disabilities. After he climaxed I lay on my back, erection throbbing as Cameron mounted me cowboy style, my two good arms steading him, his broken wing still in a sling, we harmoniously undulated until explosively I upward climaxed.

Following morning at breakfast Oliver and Henry smiling diplomatically enquired how we got on together last night, anticipating this as Cameron flustered I said. "It had its ups and downs." Cameron choked on his toast as Oliver and Henry revelled in the reply.

After they left with Boyed driving them to some business meeting in the city, we were relaxing in our mutual saline bath, this time I was spooning Cameron with my arms wrapped round his chest. Polly came crashing in catching us out yet again in her soft voice said.

"Good morning boys I want you to meet Felix your new physiotherapist and sexologist, both Oliver and Henry have enjoyed his services before. Change into your speedos or come as you are as Felix also enjoys a good naked workout."

Felix walked over his one piece body suit hugging him seductively, he was so effeminate in mannerisms and speech you couldn't help but instantly like him. Was very hands on helping us struggle out of the copper bath, affectionally he dried us insisting he help us pull on our speedos and tucking it safely in, was the most erotic experiences of my life. Arm seductively wrapped around me helped me down the grand circular stairway to the gym, Cameron was legging down the stairs in front of us.

In the gym his physio exercises were more sexology, more or less we humped a large exercise ball or roll bag learning how to balance with my impaired leg and Cameron's broken arm, both would still take weeks or months to recover from.

After Felix left we wandered around his father's estate in our speedos and boots, we came across a hidden grassy knoll, lay on it enjoying the sun beat down on us. Cameron started to caress my chest allowing his hand to explore inside my speedos, it didn't take much encouragement for me to respond.

He adopted his cowboy pose again not rushing it or clumsy this time, both naked, sun beating down he slowly brought me on one stroke at a time. Ecstasy; I could feel every nook and cranny of each stroke charging me up further and further until holding back was not an option. I could feel it leave me in as a massive burst of pleasure, Cameron bumping in response until it escaped as his entity of pleasure.

Cameron pointed at a fallen tree which reminded me of my moment of shame spread-eagled over a fallen tree as three strangers satisfied their lust, when he suggested we exorcist that memory with one of pleasure.

Leaning over the tree I could feel Cameron's good arm press on me and his left arm, still impaired lean on me. He started with a stroking foreplay intermixed with tantalising tapping, didn't take long before I was encouraging him, then, I felt his slow exploration of my every nook and cranny until he rubbed back and forth my P-spot with its electrifying thrill.

Everything was in slow motion, my anger, shame, fear, all started to evaporate into ever increasing ecstasy as Cameron's fired his entheaustic eruption like a volcano that had lay dormant waiting for its moment of pleasure erupt bringing its world back into ecological balance. When it happened I could feel its in-filling transposing into my ecstasy.