Motor by Black Raven
Disclaimer: I do not own the movie(s) that this fanfiction is written for, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The throaty purr of the bike sent bullets of pleasure shooting through him with every rumbling vibration. He moaned aloud and shifted slightly so his balls were pressed more firmly to the seat, his engorged cock thrumming almost painfully, trapped in his now way too tight pants. His legs strained with the effort of not rolling his hips to create more friction against his groin. As much as he wanted to, he did not think that most passing motorists would appreciate the sight of a man fucking his own bike.
His groan was lost in the wind beating against his face, dragging at his jacket and causing his shirt to brush enticingly against his sensitive nipples. It was probably less than sane of him to find the thought of actually fucking a motorcycle a turn on, but at that moment he was distracted as he revved the engine, eliciting a delicious roar from the bike that carressed his ears, running straight through to his leaking cock. His balls tightened as the vibrations tore through him, massaging his prick in ways no man or woman ever could. He moaned and shifted himself again, twitching his hips rhythmically almost against his own will.
He now pressed his hips down more firmly. He rubbed his aching, swollen cock against the inside of his jeans as frantically as he dared while going 90 miles an hour down a two lane street. The rumble of the bike sliced through him and he felt the familiar tightening in his balls, the pleasant fluttering in his stomach.
He hissed out as he tensed, spewing his warm cum inside his pants. He jerked his hips uncontrollably and panted, struggling to control the bike as it swerved slightly at his distraction. He almost went cross eyed from the vibrations on his now over sensitive prick. He gasped, flexing his hands firmly around the handlebars, trying to ignore the now almost painful growl going through him. He shook his head and tentatively pressed a hand against his crotch, feeling the wetness there and the painful throb in his tired dick.
He hoped fleetingly that it would dry before he got back to the cave. He grinned ruefully. Paul would never let him hear the end of it.