It had been several months now since I had met Alan, my riding buddy. It had been a few months since our overnight trip that had become a learning experience for me. Alan had already been well versed in what he liked and what he wanted. I had not before that trip, but I was more so by the conclusion of it. Life really hadn't changed after that experience though. I don't know what I thought would happen, if anything. Both of us still worked our respective jobs. Both of us still lived our respective lives. It wasn't until our third bike ride that we even exchanged phone numbers. Prior to that we had always messaged through the site we had initially met on.
The site...the alternate site for alternate activities. Those activities were not as frequent as I had hoped. In fact, there had not been a repeat of our hotel stay so far. We still went riding together a couple times a month, but there hadn't been another multi-day trip since the first one. There had been a couple quick sessions while on the road, but they had always favored Alan. Don't get me wrong, I thoroughly enjoyed those encounters, but it was never like the night at the hotel.
Alan and I were on a ride and ended up stopping at an adult book store in the middle of nowhere in the middle of the day. Going in, we were the only customers in there. The sole employee was a disinterested girl behind the counter who was focused on texting away on her cellphone. She hadn't even looked up when we entered. Alan walked around the store aimlessly until he came to the open doorway leading to the booths in the back. I had never been in the booths before, but obviously knew about them, read about them, heard of them. I wasn't exactly clueless, even though I'd never actually seen them in person.
"This way." Alan gestured as he disappeared down the hallway.
He led the way down the hall and into a random booth, closing the door behind us. He fed some money into the machine and chose a movie seemingly at random, then he sat in the only available chair. I was left standing off to the side as he got settled. He pulled his zipper down and fished his tool out through the opening. Apparently Alan had decided to go commando. He gave himself a few cursory strokes before looking over to where I was standing there watching.
"Yeah, it's a booth for watching, but I thought you liked more than just watching."
I guess I wasn't sure what I had been expecting. I moved in front of my riding buddy as he spread his legs apart in invitation. As I knelt on the hard floor in front of him, I suddenly wished for a cushion, a pillow, maybe even knee pads. Alan was moaning and groaning in no time. Before his brief video rental had concluded, he was ready to shoot. I heard the telltale sounds and my hand felt him tightening up as he got close. He didn't say anything or do anything to direct me in any manner. He just sat back and let me do as I wanted with one simple goal...his satisfaction. My hand jacked him and my mouth sucked at the head of his rod, but at the last second I backed off of his tool, chickening out as I had before. I waited too long for a clean exit though. His flesh had barely cleared my lips as I redirected his aim, and his first shot went right across my face and above my head. Subsequent streams were directed through the air passing beside me. Alan shot a huge amount, making me kind of glad I had made the decision I had, rather than have him drown me in semen. Alan remained sitting trying to gather himself for a moment before speaking.
"Maybe next time. For now you may want to go clean yourself up in the bathroom before we go out in public. Make sure you take off your vest. I think you've got some going down your back."
I left Alan sitting in the booth as I went and found the bathroom that resided in the same hallway. I washed my face, my now sticky hair, and as recommended I wiped off the back of my vest. I closed myself in a stall and quickly masturbated to completion, afterwards I was once again able to comfortably contain my member inside my jeans. As I exited into the hallway, Alan was just coming out from the booth. We went back inside the retail section of the building, and Alan went up and down the aisles until he found what he was looking for. He pulled a bottle off the shelf and we headed to the front. The girl scanned the single item as she glanced at us across the counter.
"Have fun?" she asked.
Alan didn't hesitate to answer. "I know I did."
She looked at me, raising an eyebrow in a questioning manner. I was suddenly engrossed in the novelty items in front of the register and didn't meet her gaze. Alan paid his balance and declined a bag. He openly carried the bottle of what I now saw was lube as we headed for the exit.
"I keep forgetting that after the last time my supply's a little low. Don't want to run out in the middle do we?" he asked.
Another one of our rides found us at a scenic overlook. We had stopped to admire the view and grab a drink from our saddlebags. It was a beautiful day out with not a cloud in the sky. It was the perfect weather for riding, which was why we were out there for longer than normal. Our rides hardly ever covered the same territory we had already seen. Maybe we'd start and end on the same roads, but our plans always took us to different areas. In this case we decided to park the bikes and follow a trail in which the signs lead to a pavilion at a cliff's edge overlooking the valley. I imagined it to be a popular place on weekends, but there seemed to be no interest in it on a regular weekday.
