I met him at the SME motocross track.  I had went to see the Sunday
races with a straight friend of mine whom I'd also take to bed if he was
willing.  Number 6 was his number.  I couldn't believe the look he
shot at me as I stood with my buddy, while listening to the track director at
the pre-race meeting.  I shook it off as a figment of my imagination, and
returned to my truck to watch the motocross heats.  It looked like
Number 6 was performing just for me every time he passed.  We were seated next
to a straight stretch coming off a particularly nasty turn, and he appeared
to grin at me when he came by.  He raced the 125 class which was full
of other hot looking dudes as well, but all I could do was look, pretending
to admire his racing style, when in fact, I was looking at his lean torso.

     Later, while my buddy was racing in his second 250 class moto, I
decided to go for a rest break and a drink.  As I neared the bathroom, I saw
him, standing next to the concession stand, drinking out of a large cup.
I stole a look at his crotch, which, in his tight Yamaha race pants, appeared 
to be straining for release.  His eyes never left mine as I reached for the 
bathroom door,and I almost tripped in the process.  He smiled and I smiled 
back, with a little wink that I hoped he would pick up on.  There were three 
stalls in the dimly lit bathroom, hardly a proper place for a rendezvous, 
still, I went in the first one and waited.  

     I sat there for what seemed like hours, fantasizing about this tall,
blonde-haired Adoinis, when suddenly the door to the bathroom opened.  I
couldn't tell who it was, but listened as footsteps made their way around
the bathroom, to the shower stalls in the back, and finally back to the
stall next to me.  I looked under to see a pair of dirt-stained motocross
boots, white Yamaha team pants lowered around them.  As I looked through an
old screw hole into the next stall, I could see someone slowly stroking his
eight inch dick.  Instantly, I became aroused as well, and began to massage
my rod.  He sat down on the seat after a few seconds, leaning forward
so I could get a good look at him.  My heart was clear up in my throat.  It
was my dream hunk!

     I reached under and began playing with his leg.  Even through the
silky material of his pants,  I could feel the strength of his leg,
pausing occasionally to run my hand over the top and sides of his boot.
I could stand it no longer, so I got down and showed him my hard meat.
He did the same, his hands slowly caressing my ever-bulging cock.  In just
a minute or two he began to suck it, driving me to utter ecstasy.  I
suggested we go into one of the shower stalls, since their doors went all
the way to the floor and we wouldn't be seen.  I checked to see if anyone
else was in the room with us, and motioned to him to join me, as he was
already out of the stall and standing in the middle of the room.

     As we stood together in shower stall, I could smell his sweat-covered
body, his firm chest and nipples standing out through his jersey.  I ran
my hands gently over his entire body as he did the same, both of us softly
moaning as we did so.  We undressed each other, I in skin-tight jeans and
tank-top, he in his slinky nylon race suit, wet with perspiration.  His body
was firm, probably from many hours of training and racing, his eyes a
wonderful shade of green.  We tenderly kissed, exploring each others bodies
for an eternity.  I turned on the shower to disguise our cries of pleasure
and began to work on his hot rod, dragging my teeth gently up his long shaft
as he writhed and bucked to my motions.  It wasn't long before he let out
a muffled cry, drenching my tonsils with warm, salty cum.  As he regained
his composure, he went down on me with equal anticipation.  I managed a
muffled groan, gritting my teeth for what was to inevitably come.  I fucked
his mouth like a wild man, running my fingers through his matted hair,
savoring the muskiness of his torso.  I shot what felt like gallons of
cum deep into his throat, he anxiously swallowed every drop.

     We both showered and got dressed, passing another biker as we left
the bathroom.  He had another heat to run in a few minutes so he ran
back to his truck to get his bike ready.  I watched as he raced with
enthusiasm I had never seen before, appearing to smile every time he
passed.  He came in second, which, he told me was a first for him in his
class.  After picking up his trophy we returned to his truck and made
arrangements to meet at his place.  I ran over to my buddy, and made up
some story about an engagement I had forgotten, and left.  We reached his
house, which was several miles from the track.  Exchanging names, we began
to talk about how we both enjoyed racing, and what a turn-on it was for
both of us. 

Shawn's home was adjoining some woods with several bike trails and
he suggested I mount his spare dirt bike and join him for a ride.  I donned
his extra set of racing clothes, helmet and boots, still sweaty and dirty from 
the previous week's race and set off to the unknown.  The hot July sun made us
both sweat profusely and we stopped in the middle of a shaded grove for a rest.
The sight of me dressed in his helmet and dirty, sweaty outfit was apparently
too much for him.  He said he always wanted to make love to a man while wearing
a helmet.  We laid in the soft grass exploring each other's body through the
wet, silky material of our suits, grinding each other's crotch as if to wear
through the material.  I lowered his pants and rolled him onto his back.  I
unzipped mine to expose a thick 7 inches of meat.  Then,using my spit for
lube, I slowly entered his waiting ass, both of us crying out in sheer
delight.  As we laid on the ground between the bikes, we slithered and groaned,
the scent of his leather boots sending me into another world.  I filled his
tight ass with a huge load and collapsed onto him.  He removed his face mask,
grinned and said it was his turn to ride!  He put his bike against a tree to
brace it and put me on the seat, legs in the air and helmet across the handle
bars.  He pulled a rock up to the back of the bike, stepped up and slid his
dripping cock home.  He fucked me with a vengeance, grabbing my legs and
twisting them as if he were shifting gears.  It was too much for me, so I
began to stroke my cock again, matching his thrusts with increasing vigor.
We came together, with piercing screams that made me glad we out where we
couldn't be seen or heard.  We slipped onto the ground, cuddled and went
to sleep.  After several hours, we rode back to his house and showered.

     We talked for hours hugging and kissing until late that
night.  I gave him my address and phone number and he did the same.  We
kissed good night and I returned home, thoroughly exhausted.  Shawn and I
meet for a hot ride every chance we get and each time is as electrifying
as the first!