Thick Cock Scotty

Motorcycle racing isn’t something I know a lot about, granted, but after a couple hours watching a few races and listening to Scotty’s commentary, his enthusiasm, I found myself far more interested in the sport. Or maybe my interest was totally about Scotty. Anyway, as we talked Scotty downed quite a few beers and a couple of the burgers he’d brought.

As the night wore on my gaze kept stealing glances at him. He’s a good looking guy with a little dimple in his chin. My real interest in him was farther south. With my eyes on his crotch, my brain working overtime, I planned how I’d film him once he’d fallen asleep in my guest room. In due time he got sleepy, made noise about going home so I offered to let him sleep over. He took the offer, especially after I told him I’d give him my final decision on whether to sponsor him in the morning. I got an extra pillow which I dropped on the couch when I realized I’d forgotten to get the key to the guest house. It was freezing cold outside so I had my hat and gloves on. When I came back I found Scotty stripped down to his boxers sound asleep on the couch!

Okay then. Go to plan B, film him in my living room. I was so excited I didn’t even take off my leather gloves or hat. I approached Scotty slowly. I glide my gloved hand over his chest, his legs . Up close like this he smells of some kind woodsy aftershave and leather. Of motorcycles and man. He’s got a muscular build. To be a motorcycle racer a man’s got to be in shape, and Scotty’s no exception. I move my gloved hand over his chest, feeling the firm muscles through the leather. It’s a real turn on, this clandestine touching. I move my hand under Scotty’s boxers, feel his cock stiffen as I touch him.

To my surprise when I move the boxers out of the way I find a tattoo, but I can’t tell what it is. I move his boxers aside and discover, much to my shock, the tattoo is of some type of stylized flower. Who would have ever suspected this tough as nails motorcycle racer would have a bunch of flowers tattooed on him? Smiling at the secret, I get back to the business of filming, of touching him, running my gloved hand over him until I can’t wait anymore and pull his boxers down to reveal his cock and balls for the camera.

Wrapping my hand around his cock, stroking it, getting him fully hard adds to the anticipation I feel. The musky scent of arousal rises in the air, fills me with the desire to taste some straight cock, to make Scotty with his big, thick cock cum in my hand. Of course he got that sponsorship he wanted because he gave me what I wanted.