I stood there, looking into the mirror. What the fuck had just happened? What the fuck had I allowed to happen?
Seconds later, the door swung open again. Oh God - it was Kim.
"Ben, what's going on? What's taking you so long? You alright? I just saw that mean, biker looking chap coming out of here. Did he hurt you? I knew he was up to no good the moment we stepped foot in here. If I..."
"Kim, Kim! It's okay. I was just a little ill that's all. I felt a bit queasy and he was helping me. It's okay. I'm sorry I took so long. Look, just give me a second to clean up and I'll be right out."
I lied. But it was the best I could think of at the moment. Hopefully it wouldn't dawn on her that I and the bathroom smelt of fresh arse and cum...
"Umm... okay. If you're sure... But don't be too long babes."
With that, she exited and I could breathe just a little easier for a moment or two.
I tried to compose myself as best I could and took a deep breath as I exited the bathroom to my waiting girlfriend. Kim was waiting with her shopping bags for me.
"Let's get these to the car" I said, wanting to get home and get cleaned up properly as soon as possible.
We walked to the car and Kim got into the front seat as I loaded up the boot with her multiple purchases. Then, I heard the sound of a motorcycle being started and reved up. I turned round to look. It was him. In the distance. I truly don't know what compelled me to do this, but suddenly I had this strong urge to speak to him. I didn't want to let him leave. I shouldn't have. I should have wanted to get away from there as quickly as possible, away from the whole madness of this scene, but something in my heart said no. I had to go up to him. I couldn't let this first time be the last time with this stud.
"Um... Kim, I'll just be a second. I think I forgot something in the bathroom."
She shouted something back, no doubt to admonish me, but I wasn't listening. I had already shot off like a dart towards my stud. I got to the other end of the car park just before he was about to set off. He looked so fucking manly, even now. A true stud in his leathers, oozing a brand of leathery laid back machismo that was driving me wild.
He stopped as he realised I had returned, staring at me through his black helmet visor, maybe not sure who I was or what I wanted. He turned off his engine and swung his meaty jean covered thigh over the seat as he got off his bike to investigate. As he took off his helmet there was a look of curiosity in his eyes. The rest of his face remained without any betrayal of his emotion. And then, he realised the significance of this. Of me, the young prim guy he had just fucked in the loo running up to him like some love-sick schoolgirl begging him not to leave her. His eyes lit up with a devilish mischief. Like a spider who realises a particularly juicy fly has just flown into its web.
Suddenly my heart began to pound through my chest again, and I realised it wasn't from being breathless from running all the way over here. I also realised I didn't know what the fuck to say either. Shit. I just stood there like a lemon in front of him with a pleading look in my eyes. Luckily, he seemed to be able to read them well enough.
"So?" he said, taking a step closer towards me, entering into my personal zone.
I opened my mouth to try and say something, anything... but no coherent words would come out. Luckily, he interupted me.
"So, you liked it so much..." he said taking another small step towards me, so that we were now again, practically nose to nose, "...that you came here running back for more?"
I realised that it wasn't quite the glib statement of an alpha male, it was kind of... a question. His eyes expected a reply.
"Y-yes" I said transfixed by them.
"Well.." he said, softly but surely so that his warm breath flitted over my own lips "...that's lucky, cause I think I like you boy. You'll make a good..."
He didn't finish his sentence. I don't think it was meant to be finished. Instead, he simply grabbed the back of my head with his leather gloved hand, and kissed me passionately, right there in the parking lot where anybody could see. I say he kissed me, it was more like leaving his mark, his scent on me, on my lips, on my nose, on my face. His big sloppy salivery mark on me. Clearly he didn't care that we were basically out in public, and I, I should have been embarrassed I suppose - this stud of a man kissing me and making it patently clear that he was the boss in this pairing and I was little more than his sexual toy, his play thing, and worse than that his willingly submissive play thing.
A wicked, crooked grin appeared on his face as he realised no doubt, that he could pretty much do as he pleased with me. I felt his gloved hand grab my own, and move it towards his crotch. His cock was rock hard again, and he held my hand there firmly for a few seconds, his eyes never leaving mine. It was as if he was examining me for some reaction, asking himself if I really was as submissive as he'd hoped, checking whether I'd flinch and run away. I should have I guess. This wasn't how real men were supposed to behave, feeling the cock of another man through his jeans in a public place. The trouble was, the moment I felt that girthy cock again, my arsehole started to twitch again with an excitement I can't readily describe, filling me with an electric anticipation of what might follow.
Just then, an estate car started to roll by slowly passing where we were standing. Oh God. I flinched slightly by way of a reaction, not wanting this car's occupants to see me here in this situation my hand feeling up the crotch of another man. As I flinched, my stud held me firmly, keeping it there against his cock. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught the driver - a middle aged balding man. His eyes widened as he surveyed the scene he was passing. This just made me even more excited, and my arsehole twitched again at what was all happening.
"Good" said my apparently satisfied stud, and as the car passed into the distance, he let go of my hand. His eyes told me I could let go too now. I was confused. Had I passed his test?
"Be at Central Station Friday night, 9pm. Don't be late."
That was all he said to me as he put his helmet back on, and got back on his bike and started up.
"B-bye." I meekly said as he rode off, not hearing me.
Fuck. Friday? That was a whole six days away... what was I going to do now? I tried to hide my own raging boner poking against my trousers as I walked slowly, sheepishly back to the car. Oh God, I hoped Kim had not witnessed any of what had just gone on. I guess the fact that this was only beginning to concern me now showed where my true inclinations lay...
I found Kim sat happily in the front passenger seat, nattering on her mobile phone to her mother. She hadn't seen anything. As I got in the driver's seat I acknowledged her with a smile and started up the engine. Kim chatted throughout the journey home to her mum, but that was fine with me. I had so much swirling round in my head. What the fuck was I playing at? Sure, Kim was kind of annoying I suppose, but we were supposed to be in a relationship. She didn't deserve this - her boyfriend getting groped willingly in public by a perfect male stranger. And enjoying it at that. But, at the same time I couldn't deny that he made me feel alive like she had never done before. Like no girl had ever done before. Or no guy for that matter. I just felt so electric around him. Like there was magic in the air drawing me to him or something. I didn't even know this stud's name. And he hadn't bothered to ask mine... and yet here I was giddy like a schoolgirl at what wonders next Friday night might hold.
That night, Kim cooked us a nice steak dinner and loaded both our glasses with a nice Chilean shiraz. That meant she was feeling frisky. We ended up in bed with me pounding her as she moaned like never before. She commented afterwards with patronising surprise in her voice:
"Oh, babes!! I didn't know you had it in you! I should cook you steak and ply you with wine more often!" Yeah, thanks. If only she knew the truth was that I was imagining my nameless biker stud fucking my hole that hard, and me laid underneath like you were, moaning in ecstasy like my life depended on it.