The Vacation House Ch. 07

My own damned penis begins to get stiff. "SHIT! NOT NOW, NOT NOW, PLEASE, NOT NOW!" I scream inside my own head.

Making matters worse, Lee is arching forward at a greater angle and I have to lean into his back harder. His massive glutes are turned slightly upward and forcing themselves back into my crotch.

There is just no way that he doesn't notice that he has a boner pushing against his butt. What else could it be? I try to think of something, anything to tell him once we get to the house, just in case he says something about it. He might be so pissed off that he might thump me right in the face with one of those sledge hammer sized hands of his.

I realize that my hands are holding firm and tight to another giant monster. Not the Harley but a dick the size of a grown man's forearm. His jeans just had to be as tight as Tupperware, didn't they? Now what?

The Harley rounds the corner and heads up the open road and the hill that leads to where our driveway leads to what was the Vacation House, now home.

The gravel drive causes the bike to become a little jerky as we come to a slightly rocky stop in front of the first door of the two garage.

Lee, presses another button, turns a key, the engine dies down to a low growl and then stops all together. The bike is slightly tipped to one side and the stand is kicked down into place. Lee's legs spread wide and straddle the Harley. They are long and stretch a long way from the bikes frame. He reaches up and removes his helmet, tosses his head back and looks over his shoulder and smiles at me..

"Well, you survived, huh? So, howdja like it?"

I pulled the helmet off and look at him like a scared rabbit.

"Yeah, I know what you mean. I thought I was going to die a million deaths the first time I piggy backed on a bike too. Loved it though dintcha?"

"Hell yeah. I can't wait to go again. First I have to figure out where I left my stomach though."

Lee laughed that deep throaty laugh of his I had not noticed before but his laugh sounds so much like the throatiness of his Harley's muffler.

"By the way, don't worry bout the wood. Happens to everyone yeah know. Heck, my ex-wife said she got off more times on the Harley than she ever did on me, effin bitch!"

I nervously laugh but I am so relieved that no matter what had happened, that Lee knew that it was not my fault, it was the bikes fault.

Now, I just hope that he does not mention or maybe did not realize that I was holding onto his dick for most of the trip back. Even if he did, I can just use the excuse that I was just holding on for dear life and that it was not my fault that he was so big that it stuck up so far... Shit, I had better not even think of saying anything like that. I would be in for a fat lip or a kick in the nuts if I do. Better just to keep that our little secret, me and my dirty mind.