He untangled his bag from the elastic spiders that clipped it onto the panniers on the back of his bike and slung an arm around my neck."What are you ...miling for?"I beamed up at him and didn't say a word.Chaime had brought presents for my family. An ornate pair of bronze candlesticks for my parents, a bit gothic but very nice, a Harley Davidson shirt for Jason with logo embossed collar studs and three Buell t-shirts for River in varying colours. Everyone seemed impressed, and Chaime took his. "...The next day the mechanics arrived with their mobile workshop and removed the track cleats. "The pins are pretty badly worn mate, they'll hold for a bit longer but take it easy on them."They flushed out the steering box on the grader and found there was some metal swarf in the oil, instead of refilling it with oil they chose to pump grease into it instead. "She needs to be fixed pretty soon mate, looks like one of the bearings is on it's way out. Just check the hydraulic fluid every day and. Mmmm... I feel your hard cock, grinding me, still trapped beneath your pants. I fumble with the buttons and finally managing to pull them down. Your beautiful cock springs free. Hard. Throbbing. You flash me that smile of yours and move up further. Straddling my shoulders now. Beads of pre-cum pooling at the tip of your cock. Beckoning me to taste you, lick you, suck you. My mouth begins to water. I lick my lips. Your cock rests on my lips. Begging to be taken. I happily obey and open my mouth.. .“, he stuttered, „it's so...“„You like anything in particular?“ I asked.„Just use your tongue a bit more“, he coughed.„Will do“, I smiled.I sucked on it harder, taking it half-way in, my tongue rubbing along it. „Like this?“ I asked. „That's good?“I drew back a bit and let the tip of my tongue circle around the head of his cock. „O god, that's too much“, Chris moaned. „If you don't stop, I'm gonna come.“I felt his cock pulsate and for a second I thought about letting him come inside me mouth..