Chapter 7 - A ride in the country
Alex and Will go for a bike ride in the country.
Will was busy soaping up as I entered the bathroom, peeling of my silk pyjamas, dropping them into the laundry basket, I opened the shower door, Will was rinsing off his soap clad body, he looked so sexy with the soap running off of his body, I couldn't help but notice that his cock was rising significantly, he looked at me and smiled, I shook my head, smiling at him as I reached for the shower gel and began to wash away the sweat and cum from my body. The power of the water reviving me, my cock began to twitch, I tried to alleviate its rise by washing it thoroughly and firmly, but this just seemed to have the opposite effect, especially as I was watching Will who had exited the shower and was busy making a show of drying himself off. Turning my back to him I began to rinse the soap from my body. Exiting the shower, Will, wrapped in a towel was waiting for me with a fresh towel.
Taking it from him, I began to dry off, turning to him I told him to follow me as I walked through to the dressing room. We began to get dressed, OTC gold toe socks for both of us, I gave Will a pair of l'homme invisible boxer shorts. He smiled as he slipped into them, I pulled on a similar pair, the lightness of them coupled with the silkiness and sheerness was so arousing. I loved how they felt on, they held my cock and balls delightfully in place, checking on Will he was admiring himself in the full-length mirror, as he adjusted his cock and balls, I threw him a matching black t shirt, again slipping into a similar one myself.
"Try these for size Will." As I handed him a pair of motorcycle leather jeans, he slipped into them, they looked fine fit wise.
"Perfect fit Alex." As he adjusted his bulge.
"Great, you'll find boots in that cupboard," indicating the large walk in cupboard. "Can you bring me the all black Sidis please?" As I slipped into my own leather jeans. Will returned with the boots and we quickly slipped them on. I grabbed a couple of square silk scarves, as Will finished putting on his boots, handing one to Will, before tying it around my neck I grabbed my leather jacket, handing Will his, then, retrieving our phones and wallets, we made our way down to the courtyard where I opened my bike garage.
"Wow." Exclaimed Will as he began to wander around the garage. "This is awesome Alex, I wish my garage was as well organised as this."
"Well I don't get time too mess it up." As I headed over to the lock box for the keys, handing the keys for the Dorsoduro to Will and the Triumph keys for myself. I lifted my Bell Moto helmet off the rack. "Help yourself." I told Will indicating a selection of helmets. "Make sure it fits ok"
"Thanks Alex," as he grabbed a Bell full face, pulling it on it seemed to fit okay. "Fits great." He said as he moved over to the Dorsoduro putting the key into the ignition.
I threw him a pair of gloves, slipping on my own. "Right c'mon bud." As I wheeled out my Triumph, Will followed me out with Dorsoduro, parking up the Triumph, I closed up the garage and pressed the remote for the courtyard shutter to rise, getting on my bike I fired the engine into life, Will doing likewise, we exited the courtyard. Stopping outside to close the shutter, Will indicated that he was going to test the Dorsoduro up and down the street, a couple of trips up and down later, he pulled alongside me indicating that all was well.
I slipped on a pair of Sunglasses, nodding to him we set off through the streets at a steady but legal pace. Riding through the city we headed west towards Clydebank, we made good time in the Sunday afternoon traffic, cutting up to Great Western Road and heading for Dumbarton, we were able to open the bikes up to the 50mph limit on the dual carriageway, we were taking it in turns to lead, entering the outskirts of Dumbarton, Will relinquished the lead allowing me to guide us through the town as we headed for Helensburgh, the river Clyde on our left as we motored along, pulling up on the waterfront, we got off of the bikes, removing our helmets, we were both sporting huge grins.
"That bike is amazing, so much torque and I can't believe how comfy it is." Will was in full flow, raving about the bike.
I smiled. "The rider seems to be doing okay as well." I went on. "The next bit is a bit trickier, we're heading up the side of the Gareloch, and the roads are narrower, twister, so take it easy, no heroics okay?"
"Of course, you lead, I'm loving this, and the scenery is amazing."
"Well it only gets better and you might see some navy subs as we pass Faslane." As I slipped my helmet back on and fired the Triumph back into life, waiting for Will to fire up his bike, we then set off, quickly leaving Helensburgh behind us, the road sweeping along the Lochside, although we were restricted by the speed limits through the villages we still managed a good pace, even managing to ride side by side at some points, we skirted around Faslane and into Garelochead before back into the countryside as we headed over towards Loch Long, the road narrowed was more challenging as we followed the Lochside, blind corners, ups and downs and of course other traffic. We reached Arrochar with no incidents, slowing down Will came alongside as we entered the village,, I gestured to him if he wanted a drink he nodded, we pulled up beside the local hotel, there was a large car park with a café next to it, parking up the bikes alongside about a dozen or so other bikes, we killed the engines and stepped off of the bikes, stretching, removing our lids.
"Coffee?"
"Definitely." I replied as Will headed for the café, whilst I headed over to a vacant picnic table, next to some other bikers, we began chatting, the usual banter between fellow bikers, the state of the roads, the numpty drivers etc. Will arrived with the coffees I introduced him, the guys welcomed him warmly, although there was some amusement with his accent, which he took in the friendly way it was given. We spent around half an hour with the guys before they said they had to get going as they were headed on towards Oban. Wishing them well. We watched as they headed north up the road. Turning to Will I suggested we get on our way as well?
Setting off we headed for Tarbet and Loch Lomond, the traffic a bit heavier now on the narrow roads as we made our way south, thankfully the road soon opened out and we opened the throttles as we sped down the Lochside, following the loch we turned at Balloch and headed towards Stirling, making good time, it didn't take long for us to reach the junction near Drymen where we turned south heading for Milnigavie, Will blasted past me to my horror, we only had a few miles before we needed to turn off, chasing him down and passing him, I slowed waving him to slow down, just before the junction on the left that we needed to take, he raised his hand in an apology just as we reached the junction, dropping down hill we skirted around the golf course, reaching the woods we turned off the road onto a private one, past the gate lodge we carried on through the woods for about a half mile before the trees gave way to parkland and Duncan's mansion house.
Pulling up outside, we parked the bikes, killed the engines and stepped off the bikes. Taking off my lid, Will who had already removed his turned to me, eyes wide open.
"Alex, is this it? It's a bloody castle."
I laughed. "Not quite, try Victorian Mansion."
"Well it's huge and looks like it should be." he laughed.
"Hi guys thought it must be you making all that racket." Duncan appeared from the side of the house, embracing me, we hugged, before he turned to Will, stretching out his hand. "Hi Will isn't it?"
