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Jorge craved adrenaline, he needed It, which was probably one of the reasons he ended up riding a 1000 cc 250 MotoGP bike capable of reaching 350kph.... He lived for the races, bullying and manhandling the bike, feeling it throb and growl beneath him... and he was good.... Really really good, but he was also a rookie and still finding his feet in the team and in the paddock, but he had friends … other riders who he'd grown up with, moving up the categories; Red Bull rookies….moto3... moto2 and now the premier class .. the one they all dreamed of achieving…. MotoGP
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Fabio….Fabio was pretty much his best friend, well to be totally honest Fabio seemed to be pretty much everyone's friend….but Fabio also had another job…. He was the 'go to' for the paddock …..club...A club not everyone knew about…. with only a limited number of members ...it catered for the …..more select…..adventurous....the ones who wanted to….play …… The members consisted of riders from each category, some past but mainly present…..they would mainly play in couples, sometimes more… three or foursomes, but on occasions an outsider, a non member…. another rider…... would ask Fabio to put his name forward…. And Jorge….well Jorge wanted …. because although the adrenaline rush from racing was mostly sufficient…. He craved more…. more risk… more everything….. and here was where he could find that…. no questions asked…. anonymity of the partner …. the rider….maintained.
Fabio whistled, waving madly at Jorge from outside the Yamaha trucks.
"For you" he said, smiling at Jorge as he handed him a small white envelope. Jorge blushed …. Shyly casting his eyes down studying the worn cloth of his vans..
Fabio clapped him on the back…"nothing to be shy about Jorge! Have fun my friend!"
Lifting his head and grinning at the smiling Frenchman before hurrying off to prepare for the next session.
The 'play date' had been arranged on a weekend between races… He'd been given instructions as to where and when…. But not who.
This was it… He had arrived!
Closing the door gently behind him, he surveyed the room. It was dimly lit by two small lamps that cast a warm soft glow. In the center of the room was a huge king size bed set with pristine white sheets…. He gulped, dragging his fingers through his short black hair and then down this face … no backing out now…. this was what he dreamed of…. What he needed…. Jorge checked his watch…. He had 15 minutes…. Fuck that was cutting it fine…. He needed to prepare, he had had the instructions….studied them endless times… Making sure he did everything that was asked of him… He did not want to disappoint.
First.. shower…he was already... open ….and clean shaven...he had spent hours earlier carefully ridding himself of all bodily hair, then he focused on using the small piece of equipment he had brought specially to clean his most...intimate….place…on his body…. cursing as his fingers slipped and trembled dropping the douche countless times before succeeding… Finally he was happy with the tasks, getting our of the shower and towelling himself off ...fuck ...fuck…. he was cutting it fine…. He climbed naked onto the bed, laying on his back in the middle….presenting himself.… legs spread…. head on the pillows. The last task was to tie a black blindfold he had been told to wear over his eyes, the soft silky material Jorge had chosen especially for the way it felt on his skin, checking that it was secure and would not slip or move …. The riders identity to be protected at all times. Tasks complete….he was ready … and he was terrified….his heart hammering inside his chest….. Fuck...fuck fuck fuck…. The reality of his current situation slamming into his brain….. He was blindfold and naked and would as per instructions soon have his wrists tied and secured above his head, in a freaking London hotel room…. waiting for someone to join him ...a rider…. He didn't know who…he didn't know the age….he didn't know the nationality…. He knew nothing…. Only that they were a rider…. past or present not stated….. he waited…. It felt like hours… It felt like torture…. Deprived of visual input his ears worked overtime … Listening for any sound, any movement….CLICK…. Jorge immediately yelped…. Then held his breath…. heart pounding… and waited.
The Rider stepped into the room … He knew who would be there, he knew because he had bid… And he had made sure no-one else would get to have this man…. He couldn't have that...nope ….no no no ...Jorge was his….and fuck when Fabio had come to the group and told them that Jorge Martin….Pramac's rookie ….. The hottest … Most gorgeous guy in the paddock wanted to play he could not fucking believe it…. And there he was right fucking Infront of his eyes… Laid out like a fallen angel...a soft whimper left his lips…. He couldn't help it…. Jorge was breathtaking.
He had heard a small sound just after the rider had entered the room...a gasp...or whimper maybe…. He wasn't sure ..he felt so exposed….so vulnerable...had he disappointed them? Were they unhappy?…. The uncertainty was fucking killing him…. His fists clenched tightly into the sheets…. Just breathe Jorge… Just breathe…. footsteps approached the bed … He could feel the riders presence….he knew he was standing looking…. evaluating….fuck... please…. Please... just ...do ….something.
The rider trailed his eyes over Jorge's face, those beautiful soft full lips.. swollen and reddened from biting...his body… stocky….. muscula, ...chest broad….stomach flat and tensed ...thighs strong….Jesus fuck it should be illegal to look so fucking delicious..
He didn't know how much time had passed, how long he had stood there looking...mouth watering... desperate to map every fucking inch of this man's body but gradually he became aware that Jorge was shaking…. fingers clenched, soft whimpers falling from his mouth….fuck ..he was letting him fall ..untethered ...
"Shhhh baby it's ok" He whispered… Gently reaching out and stroking the side of Jorge face…before taking each wrist and tying them securely to the bed frame.
He knew instantly he shouldn't have spoken…. It was against the rules… But he needed to reassure so badly.
Jorge instantly stilled, hands reaching out and grasping onto the leather tethers ... pulling down...the feeling of being restrained only heightening his arousal.
He couldn't tell much from the voice of the rider but the accent …the accent was Spanish…... He was sure… He needed him….. He needed more...he wanted..
"Please... please...touch me" he begged.
Sounds of clothes being shed, belt hitting the floor, shoes being kicked off suddenly filled the room….bed dipping...then
Jorge's mind exploded as hot wet heat suddenly engulfed his cock…strong hands pushing, holding his thighs down……
"Fuckkkk….oh…oh....yes...aghhh fuck!" Jorge's mind went blank, his hips tried to thrust up….hands pulling on his restraints, gasping and moaning.
Jesus…... Jorge's cock felt so fucking good in his mouth, gloriously hard and thick…..he sucked, working the head with his tongue, hollowing his checks and sucking him back deep into his mouth, hands holding Jorge's hips down, keeping him restrained, unable to thrust, unable to orchestrate.
Soft moans and whimpers filled the room….
"Fuck...so good…. please…... please" Jorge had no idea what he was begging for, he'd lost all rational thought…. All he could think…. Feel was the intense pleasure throbbing throughout his body.
He almost cried when that pleasure abruptly stopped…. Panting and pulling on his restraints, thrusting up trying to find that wetness again, instead feeling strong hands pulling his thighs up and pushing his legs obscenely wide apart and lifted up off the mattress…. And then came that wet heat again lapping and licking at his hole
Oh …..oh god ...god Jesus fuck….he pushed down trying to get more of that tongue more of that sensation…. In minutes the rider had him begging and all Jorge could think of was how he was being eaten out like a fucking filthy slut….and how much he liked it.
The noises Jorge was making were driving the rider out of his freaking mind…. He wanted more of that…. He wanted him to beg, to scream, to plead. Pushing his tongue deep into Jorge's hole, sucking and fucking into him alternated with long languid sweeps, tongue flat licking from his hole up over to the base of his cock ..red and swollen….. leaking precum onto his stomach, twitching, desperate to be touched.
Jorge was dizzy, breathless, his desperate moans filling the room, body on fire….fuck….whoever this rider was he was fucking good with his tongue….his skin felt tight, waves and waves of pleasure spreading endlessly thoughout his body….he wanted so badly to cum ...but this Rider….this man ...this fucking torturer was keeping him on the edge….
The thought…. The persistent thought of who was currently eating him out buzzed endlessly at the back of his mind…. Fuck this couldn't be a moto3 kid surely? The way he had manhandled him … His strength, his obvious experience…. maybe moto2…. Maybe Albert… Fuck that would be hot... Albert…the Moto2 rookie had caught Jorge's eye many times…. images of his stunning, half naked body display on his Instagram stories that went straight to Jorge's cock….and those eyes….soft, warm beautiful soulful eyes…. Jorge wanted to drown in them…..but then maybe it was a MotoGP rider... stronger again….more agile...but..oh….oh that tongue….that mouth….he couldn't think…. Jesus he needed to cum….
The rider was losing his mind….the sounds Jorge was making….the wanton moans and desperate pleas were just too much, he couldn't hold back any longer…. He needed to be inside this man….fuck...fuck ..fuck, there were so many things he wanted to do to him but right now the only thing he really wanted was to have his dick buried inside of him.
Pushing back down on Jorge's thighs he dragged his body up and over so he was laying on top of the pramac rider...his hands gripping round the other man's neck and face pulling him up and towards him...Jorge squirming under him, bucking up against his body, cocks connecting...sparks flying. The rider stopped, looking at the man beneath him...fuck...oh fuck ..he wished he could see the man's pretty brown eyes…. He wanted to see them…. He wanted Jorge to look into his… to see him … Who he was, see how much he wanted, longed for this… For Jorge, but rules… Yeah he had to obey…. So he put all the longing… the passion…..desire he felt into a brushing kiss ...licking into Jorge's eager willing mouth …. devouring all the sounds….and moaning ….unable to keep silent anymore.
Rational thought left ….all he could see...think ..hear …feel …. was Jorge ..his mouth so open so willing so eager.
In one swift fluid movement Jorge's restraints were removed from his wrists and he found himself hauled up and turned until he realised he was sitting in the riders lap….this wasn't in the rules...nope ..no...no touching the rider...but oh….oh this…. yes this made him buzz with happiness….the rider was breaking the rules for him….he scrabbled for purchase, disoriented from the lack of visual input…. firm hands reached out holding him …. letting him settle...until he felt the eager lips of the rider kiss him breathless again….oh...oh yeah he was good ...lips felt full ...soft...fuck yes Jorge liked ...liked very much.
The rider knew Jorge had prepared….it was one of the rules...clean...shaved ….and open… encouraging Jorge's body up he positioned himself under so his cock was pushing against his hole ….Jorge gasped...biting his lip…..and held his breath…. slowly...oh…..so ... fucking slowly he began to lower himself... gasping at the sudden burn as the riders cock slipped inside...the rider held him fast ….. stopping any further movement until Jorge pleaded
"Yes ..I'm good…. it's ok ... please…. please…. don't stop …."
Releasing his hold slightly, Jorge pushed down whimpering as the riders cock slipped further inside of him…. until he sat flush ….fully filled ..and oh...oh...oh….he couldn't think…. couldn't breathe…. He was so freaking full of cock… Jesus fuck it felt amazing….
The rider continued to gently kiss at Jorge's bitten lips...licking down the damp skin of his neck, Jorge kissing back until their tongues danced and their bodies began to move…. Jorge finding a rhythm that suited them both and had them panting and moaning into each other's mouths …..
"Fuccckkkkk ….." Jorge cried out as the rider thrust harder up into his body….a low deep growl coming from the riders mouth….he could feel the intense pleasure pooling in his groin .. spreading out through his body….hands caressing…. moving over Jorge's chest…. touching...teasing nipples…
"Please...so good ..so...ahhh….oh oh god….so good... I need to... please…. please...I need to cum ...god please" words tumbled from Jorge's mouth….and again the rider broke the rules ….
"Hold on baby….I've got you...hold on"
Jorge grabbed onto the riders arms ...strong ..firm muscles...fingers gripping... digging into flesh as the rider thrust up time and time again into Jorge's exhausted body….hand gripping and jerking Jorge's swollen cock…
"Yes ..fuck yes ..yes ..yes... please..yes!"
His orgasm hit him like a train….. intense pulsating ribbons on pleasure poured throughout his body…. Mind floating….
The rider watched Jorge lose control, watched him come apart… And if he thought he was beautiful before he knew now that was nothing… Nothing compared to how he looked at this moment … And yeah he was fucking gone on this man…. And that scared him… more than taking a corner at 250kph…His own orgasm hit..taking him by surprise… Racing throughout his body… Intense and blissful …
"Jorge…." He whispered.... Gently kissing the Spaniard….
"Fuck ...so good ...you ...god you made me feel so good" Jorge breathed back into the riders skin ... kissing and touching everywhere he could….tracing fingertips gently down his arms…. muscles...defined, strong….and oh ...oh ..oh ...a scar….heavy and thick and long…. traveling down the riders right bicep….
Jorge smiled.