Friday night after I had gotten off work, I had checked my Facebook for any updates on a group bike ride I was planning on attending on Saturday. There were only five riders who had confirmed. It wasn't that unusual for these type of plans. I had gone on a couple of these in the past, the first had far more riders then planned, the other ride only had a couple less then had confirmed. If the weather changed it was typical to cancel a ride altogether. Saturday morning I pulled my bike into the gas station that was the designated meeting spot. There was one bike already there. It was another big Harley touring bike. The rider was reclining on it as he waited for others to arrive. Like me, the classic attire of a biker was evident. A leather vest over a t-shirt, jeans, and boots with sunglasses perched on top of his head as he looked at his phone.
"What's going on?" I greeted as I lowered my kickstand and swung my leg over to dismount.
"Hey there." He answered. "I just got here. Are you from the group for the ride today?"
"Yep. And I need to fill up while we wait." I started filling my tank as we waited for other riders to arrive. "I'm Brad."
"Jake." He responded as he reached his fist out. Fist bumps have apparently taken the place of handshakes, so I did the obligatory bump in greeting.
Only needing four gallons makes for a quick fill-up on a bike. Since I had time, I decided to do a quick once over of my ride while waiting. When I finally looked at my watch it was ten minutes past the "kickstands up" time, meaning we should have already been on the road.
"I guess this is it, just us two." Jake said as he kept looking around for others to appear. "So did you want to cancel for today or go ahead with the plan?"
"I'm here for a ride. I'm ready and my bike's ready. I say we go ahead." I swung my leg over and fired up my beast of a bike.
Jake did the same and we left the parking lot heading east. Taking the highways out of town, I let Jake lead. The trip's plan had been suggested and agreed to over the course of the last few days, so it was not simply aimless wandering. There was a specific route with fuel stops along the way. The destination / turn around point was a little diner in a small town in the woods of East Texas. For the uninitiated, diner food is some of the best food you'll find. Bikers have a tendency to center their scenic rides around where they'll be eating.
Three hours in, we were off the highway and into the scenic portion of the trip. We stopped for fuel and got back on the road until we got to the diner. It was just as its' Yelp reviews stated. It was a little run down, but comfortable and with great food. Jake and I discussed our bikes, rides, and jobs. After the check was paid, we hit the road again. The original plan had been to turn around and start making our way home, but we decided to head south and take a different route. Neither of us loved traveling the highways, and since there was no hurry we took the longer, winding route towards home. We were still in the wooded region of East Texas when it started to rain. The weather report had been mostly clear, so this change was unexpected, and I was not prepared.
The storm was getting stronger. Without a helmet on, raindrops feel like hail. Even though I have a windshield, there are no wipers on a bike. Jake was still in the lead, and had slowed down considerably. I knew how he felt, as I am no fan of riding in the rain either. The road was empty and we ended up stopping under a bridge to get out of the rain and make a plan.
"I'm soaked." Jake said as we looked at our alternatives. "We can ride through it, or hole up somewhere until it blows over."
"People drive stupid in the rain. That's part of the reason I don't ride in it if I can avoid it. I vote for stopping somewhere." I advised.
Google Maps yielded a couple of options within a few miles. We decided on a hotel nearest to us so we wouldn't have to ride much farther. The sky had gotten darker as more storm clouds moved in. We arrived and were squishing in our boots as we made our way across the lobby. The clerk was a younger girl who simply looked bored behind the desk. Several tattoos and piercings were visible in contrast to the pink pixie haircut.
"Yeah?" was all she said as we stopped at the check in counter.
"We need a room." Jake said as he pulled out his credit card and dropped it and his license in front of her.
She didn't even look up as she typed info into the computer. She loaded a keycard and slid it back across the counter with the credit card and license. "Room 305. Elevators are over there." She didn't even point, just jerked her head to indicate direction.
Jake and I headed towards the elevators. "I figured we'd only need one room to wait out the storm." he explained. "I'm soaked and cold. I'm gonna take a hot shower to warm up and see if I can get my stuff dry before we get back on the road."
Opening the door to the room, we immediately noticed there was only one bed. Even though it was king sized, the lazy check-in chick could at least have given us a room with two beds. Jake emptied his pockets on the desk by the TV, shed his vest onto the chair, and headed into the bathroom. I heard the shower start as I turned on the TV.
Jake came out with a towel around his waist and another around his shoulders. I headed for my shower next. I shed all my wet clothes and laid them out so that they would dry faster. After my shower I felt better. I exited the bathroom with my towels as well. Jake was on the bed watching TV.
"I checked the weather channel. The bad news is that this might not pass anytime soon." Jake said. "So the good news is our clothes will have some more time to dry. It sucks putting wet clothes back on anyways."
So we sat on the bed and watched TV. The storm continued to pound outside and it got later as we waited.
"At least it's Saturday. I don't have to be at work until Monday." Jake stated. "How about you?"
"Same here." I agreed. "So much for a well planned trip. But regardless of the weather tomorrow, I need to get back to DFW."
I climbed under the covers and shed my towels as Jake continued to watch TV. Due to the small amount of sleep I got prior to the ride and energy expended on the ride itself, I drifted off quickly. I dreamed of recent adventures that stemmed from my messaging Joe on Squirt. I could feel Joe's hand stroking my cock and I could hear myself softly moan at the attention. My eyes opened and my mind returned to the reality of being in a hotel room. All the lights were off, but light leaked through the closed but see-through curtains. The covers were pushed all the way down to the end of the bed and I could see as well as feel a hand stroking my hard cock. Apparently that part wasn't a dream, and it wasn't my hand.
I could make out Jake laying on his side next to me, and it was his hand gliding up and down my rock hard member. "I really didn't think that this would come up on this trip, but did I mention that I'm a friend of Joe's?"
Jake coaxed my legs further apart and his hand strayed from my shaft to my balls. His hand continued to softly rub along me as I lay there. Jake loomed over me watching my reactions as I was groped and fondled. His hand strayed a little lower and I squeezed my eyes closed and gasped at the sensation. Jake continued to softly glide his fingers between my balls and hole. I was unable to stop moaning and my breath would catch what seemed like every time I was touched.
