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The following text graphically depicts acts of a sexual nature between two consenting male adults, along with lots of weird kinky sh!t. If you're underage, or not supposed to be reading this, then don't. It was not the author's intention to upset or offend anybody, so if you think you're going to be rattled, don't read on. Cheers.
Biker Boy
by waste (sheep@biosys.net)
I was lazing round the house when he turned up. It was a humid day, not uncomfortable but warm enough for me to be wearing just a baggy t-shirt and a pair of jeans cut off at the knees. When the doorbell rang I'd just finished getting something to eat and I was standing in the toilet taking a piss.
"Just a sec." I yelled in the direction of the door, leaning back slightly so I could see around the staircase and work out who it was. There was frosted glass around the front door, so all I could make out was a black blob leaning against the porch. I flushed the toilet, swept my hair back in the mirror and jogged towards the front door. I remembered I'd left all of the locks fastened since the previous night, and while I was undoing them the doorbell rang again. "Okay, okay," I mumbled, struggling with the bolt.
I nearly wet myself when I opened the door and saw the guy outside.
He looked a couple of years older than me, maybe 21. His chin was a little stubbly, but he had a cute, boyish face and a very sweet grin. His hair was a rich blond colour, a little longer than mine, just about neck length. He had it held behind his ears with a pair of sunglasses that rested on the top of his head. He had a silver ring in the top of his right ear and one through his nose. Usually a cute face like that would be enough to send me crazy.
"Hi." I murmured. He broadened his gorgeous grin and then returned the greeting.
"Um, hi. Sorry to bother you an' stuff but, um, do you think you could give me some like, directions?" He asked. I nodded agreement, trying not to notice that he was dressed in leathers. "I parked my bike at the top of the drive, is that okay?"
"Yeah, `s fine. Where are you headed?"
"Place called Kenilworth. D'you know it?" He asked, after a pause. I had made the mistake of taking my eyes off his wonderful face and looking at the biker clothes he was wearing. There was a sturdy-looking black leather jacket, which as I watched he unzipped to remove a road-map. Underneath was a tight white button-neck tee-shirt. He had a broad, well-packed chest, his hard nipples peaking through the cotton. The shirt was tucked under a broad belt into a pair of leather jeans, which were zippered down over a pair of big, heavy leather boots. Maybe it was the warm air from outside, but I was starting to feel very hot all of a sudden. I suddenly realised that he'd asked me a question a while back, but I hadn't a clue what. Embarrassed beyond belief that he must've caught me gazing lustfully at his fit, leather-bound young body, I blushed and looked up.
But where I expected to find a knowing, disgusted look on his face, I was confused to see him with his mouth hanging open slightly, looking intently at my groin. Unsure how to react, I instinctively looked down and realised that I'd forgotten to zip up my flies when I finished going to the toilet. While I'd been daydreaming about this teenage biker, my cock had been growing and stiffening, so that it now protruded rigidly from the front of my shorts, throbbing slightly in the warm afternoon air.
He put the map in his pocket and looked up at me. "Look, it don't matter about the directions. What's yer name?"
"Matt..." I whispered.
"I'm Luke. Pleased to meet ya, Matt." he said, extending his arm. Numb, I raised my arm and put my hand in his. He could not have failed to have noticed the way my hard-on became even bigger as the smooth black leather of his big gauntlet pressed tightly against my soft hand.
"Wanna come in?" I ventured.
He grinned again.
As we sat on the edge of my bed together, kissing, it was the same leather-wrapped paw that edged its way gradually up my smooth thigh, under the fabric of my shorts and towards my genitals. His jacket was thick and tough-looking, and every time he moved even slightly there was a burst of squeaking and crunching from the leather. I took my arm from around his shoulder and pulled my tee- shirt quickly over my head, letting it fall to the floor. After a murmur of satisfaction, without taking his tongue from my mouth, he began rubbing my firm, bulging pecs with the palm of his hand. Now and again the zipper from the cuff of his jacket touched lightly against my hard nipples and I groaned with pleasure. Before long he had opened my shorts, which I kicked to the floor, and his wandering fingers strayed to my cock. The slippery black leather seemed so cool and arousing as it enveloped my stiff cock that I nearly came on the spot. I decided to cool off, so I moved into a position between his legs. Crouching on my knees, I bent forward and began nuzzling my warm lips against his groin. I felt his leather-bound thighs lock my head in a tight grip while he reached to unzip his flies. He produced his dick, which was huge and very hard, and squeezed it between my eager lips. As I started to suck furiously upon it, all I could smell was a mixture of sweat, precum and leather.
I reached behind him with my hands and clasped them tightly around the soft, thick black leather that covered his ass. I felt his hands running through my long hair and exploring my rippling back muscles. Flicking my tongue over his cock head, I could feel my load straining to shoot out so after a minute or so I pulled my head away and stood up. He zipped up his flies and did the same. As he rose to his feet, I could hear the crunchy, squeaky sounds that his leathers made all the louder. I pressed my naked young body against him as hard as I could, grinding my rock-hard prick against his tight and shiny black leather jeans. I held on to the sleeves of his leather jacket, squeezing the powerful biceps that were packaged inside. Despite the fact that his leathers felt cool on the outside, sweat was beading on his forehead, his golden hair glistening and wet. I imagined how sweaty his muscular chest must be underneath his shirt and so I slid my fingers underneath it. I traced the outline of his solid abs and his rough-hewn pecs, squeezing his nipples gently. Between my legs I could feel his stiff meat straining to get out of his jeans, pulling the black leather out into a tent that slithered against my belly.
Suddenly I felt him turn me around and lean me against my chair. I heard the rustle of his jacket falling to the floor followed by his shirt doing the same. A pair of thick, sweaty arms, still sporting black leather gloves, reached around to my front and began to rub my dick. I could feel his hard nipples poking into my back and his bulging groin rubbing against my asshole. He wrapped his leather-clad legs around mine, locking me in place so that my bare feet pressed against his heavy boots. The air was filled with the sound of our moans and gasps and his leathers creaking. He reached between his legs and unzipped his flies again, pulled out his big cock from his tight, sweaty jeans and entered my tight ass.
As he began to fuck me, his leather gauntlets gripping my shoulders and pulling my body back and forth in time with his pelvic thrusts, I heard him muttering expletives over and over again, telling me how much he was enjoying fucking me, whispering about how much he loved feeling his prick inside my tight butt. I took my hands off the seat of the chair and reached behind me to grip the shiny black globes of his leather-covered ass. I could feel sweat trickling down my back, mingling with the sweat from his hunky chest and dripping on to his jeans, making them even more slippery and squelchy. A combination of the intoxicating sound and smell of his clothes and the sensation of his long, thick cock ramming into my wet, tight asshole was nearly making me black out. He reached around me again and grabbed my cock with his fist. He started jacking me off. It was more than I could deal with. All I could feel around me was a smooth young stud, leather and muscles churning away, screwing my backside for all he was worth. I started to cum, my balls twitching as it leapt out of my prick all over his hand, over the chair and my belly, even hitting the curtains and the wall. I heard a gasp and a huge groan, and Luke started cumming too, his hot white juice squirting up my ass. He jerked his groin a few more times, panting furiously, then we fell apart. A few minutes later I crawled to where he lay on the bed. Time passed.
I picked his jacket up off the bed and slipped it on. "You got any friends like you?" I ventured.
"One or two." came the reply. There was an interminable pause. I pulled the jacket tight around me. He looked at me. "Wanna go for for a ride?"
I smiled.
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