Riding BareBack By Grey_Gargoyle@hotmail.com
Jim's legs were tired. He was tired of having to walk everywhere he wanted to go, and his sandals were rubbing blisters onto his feet.
Jim was passing the motorcycle shop on his way to his favorite coffee house. He had passed it many times, gazing longingly in through the display windows, drooling over the latest models, none of which he could afford. A little drool was saved for the hunky salesman that worked there sometimes.
Today was his lucky day, for not only was that gorgeous man working, but there was also a new bike in the window. Jim didn't need any persuading after seeing that the salesman wasn't wearing any clothes, so he went in to check out the new bike, and the salesman.
Jim paused at the door. Timing was critical, or he'd end up with that runty kid of a salesman. His honey pot was currently working with an older biker woman. He only had to wait a minute or so before the handshake was made, and the woman exited the shop with a guilty, but happy expression on her face.
He quickly entered, and began admiring a bike parked close to HIM on the showroom floor. Like a shark to bloody water, the salesman approached Jim with a friendly, if somewhat artificial smile.
"Nice bike, the Hornda 330, eh?" he asked.
"Oh yes, beautiful bike," Jim replied.
"Are you one of those old fashioned guys? Still modest after they stabilized the weather and made clothing optional?"
"Yea, I guess so," Jim replied sheepishly.
"Nothing wrong with that. Clothing can be quite erotic too. I'm Ed Slieze. And you are?"
"Jim Lang," Jim replied while shaking Ed's outstretched hand. "This Hornda 330 is a fine bike, but let me show you one we just got yesterday. It's a Hornda BareBack, and it uses an alternative power source to run the electric engine."
They walked across the showroom to the opposite corner. There stood a big cycle that looked like many others around it. Jim couldn't figure out what was so special about it. It was fire engine red, and was obviously in the style of a racing bike. The rider rides low, lying over the gas tank. He had always thought of them as fuck me bikes because it always looked like the bike or the driver was about to get fucked.
"What do you think?" the salesman asked. He was looking at the bike lustfully. Actually, with Ed being naked, Jim could see that he was starting to get a hard on. Jim began to admire both pieces of fine machinery. He still couldn't tell which one he wanted more. The bike was definitely meant to be ridden, but by the look of this guy's ass, so was he. They both could drive Jim to ecstasy, no doubt about that.
Jim tried to focus back on the bike, but with Ed at full attention now, it was a difficult task.
"You said something about this bike using an alternative power source?" Jim reminded the salesman.
"Oh yes, this is the first model to use body heat as its source of energy."
"Body heat, how does it do that?"
"The technical details are beyond the abilities of this lowly salesman. All I know is that when we strap someone in, it has all the juice it needs to go. Would you like to take it for a test drive?"
Jim only had to think about it for a second. There were only two things Jim liked between his legs, and a big motorcycle was definitely one of them.
"Sure," he responded enthusiastically. "What do you need from me?"
"Let's go back to my office, and we'll get all of the tedious terminal work out of the way."
They retreated to one of the little cubicles surrounding the showroom. A terminal desk, and two chairs were all that were in the small office.
"Jim, before you get comfortable, I'll need you to remove your clothes. The BareBack requires direct body contact to get enough body heat to get it going," Ed explained.
In spite of the abolishment of ludeness laws, Jim had never really become comfortable with this trend toward full nudity. He certainly enjoyed it with others, sometimes. Many people should still where clothes, he thought to himself. He wasn't one of them though. He knew from the way the salesman was watching him undress, that his body was impressive. Well-defined muscles without being largely grotesque. A mostly flat tummy. White skin that was as smooth as alabaster, unlike Ed's, which was a rich golden tawny, that complimented his dark hair, and dark eyes beautifully. Jim felt that clothes were a nice security blanket. To expose his body was to expose far too much of his inner self. In this case he was willing to risk it.
When Jim was through undressing, he piled his clothes into a corner of the cubicle. Again he noticed that beautiful dick on the salesman, uncut and still standing at full attention. His own started to reply in kind, and he quickly moved his gaze back to Ed's face.
"Great, just have a seat there, and lend me your arm so I can scan for your information."
Ed gently took his arm and passed it over the info reader. The implant transmitted all of Jim's information to the monitor on the terminal desk. In spite of the routineness of this action, Jim still felt internally naked every time the implant was read.
"Everything appears to be in order Jim. I'll just finish up with a couple of details here and there, and then we'll begin prepping you to ride the BareBack. Would you prefer to be prepped by a woman, or will I do?" asked Ed.
"Uh, you'll do fine. Just what is this 'prepping'?"
"The bareback uses body heat. We'll have to raise your body heat to get the bike going. So we're going to get you going first."
Ed came from around the back of the desk to stand in front of Jim. He reached down between Jim's legs and began to expertly fondle his member.
This kind of prep work is going to be just fine, Jim thought to himself. Ed was slightly bent over with one hand on the arm of Jim's chair, and the other expertly massaging Jim's expanding dick. Ed's dick was just a few inches from Jim's face. He wondered what it would taste like. He stopped wondering, and with one quick motion grabbed it and stuffed as much of that hot meat into his mouth as he could. It was a little salty from the pre-cum that had been balancing on the tip of Ed's dick. Ed clenched his teeth, and drew in a quick breath hissing between his teeth as Jim lathered up his dick with spit. Ed continued to pound Jim's meat with long forceful strokes.
Jim grabbed Ed's hips and turned him around. Now that gorgeous bubble butt was right in Jim's face. He wasted no time diving his face between those wonderfully round cheeks. His tongue sought out Ed's manhole, and he lightly circled that rosebud with his tongue. Then he slowly followed the cleft up to the top reveling in its slight man scent, and then back all the way down, past the all too ready manhole, down to that sensitive spot right behind those twin globes hanging so delectably in their velvet sack. Now back to the middle. Jim circled Ed's sphincter one last time before plunging as much of his long tongue into that hot, spicy orifice as possible. Ed let out a muffled moan, and grabbed a butt cheek with each hand, and spread his ass all the more to allow that magical tongue to penetrate as deeply as it could. Jim continued to massage Ed's tight ass with his tongue for a minute more when Ed stood up tall, and turned around.
"I know my pump is primed for that bike, but you're the one going for a ride," he said somewhat out of breath. "Let me work on you some more."
Without further hesitation, Ed dropped to his knees, and put his face between Jim's wide-open legs. He took Jim's eight inches of stiff cock in one swallow, down, down, down, opening his throat to take it all the way to Jim's hairy scrotum. Ed pulled back up, and used his tongue to work small rings around the tip of Jim's dick, and then Ed plunged back down for some more long, deep, thrusts. Jim grabbed Ed's head and helped him bob up and down. He was rapidly reaching the breaking point.
"If we're only priming, the pump is ready," Jim said panting.
"Okay, I think you're hot enough for that bike now." Said Ed as he came up reluctantly for air.
They proceeded to the showroom, and out onto the lot. There were several BareBacks all lined up. It looked like some high-class, sport biker convention was in town.
Ed led Jim to a black one with bright yellow detailing at the end of the line. Big fat street tires, the motorcycle body and seat molded to conform to a person's body lying prone with knees tucked close.
"First, sit down on the seat, then we'll get you all hooked in," Ed said. Jim hitched a leg over the bike and sat down in the seat. "Put this butt plug in first."
Jim took the plug. It was about one and a half inches wide, and five inches long, and made of some copper looking alloy with a cable running underneath the seat. Jim stood up straddling the bike and looked questioningly at Ed.
"Standard size to accommodate most people. If you want something smaller, we can arrange that." Ed said with a hint of sarcasm.
"No, this will be just fine, thank you." "Let me help you get that in," Ed volunteered. "Hmm, you don't use that Teflon lube? It's good for at least a week, and makes shit slide out with no mess, and dicks slide in with never a snag.. I guess a little spit will be in order then."
Ed bent down to Jim's asshole spreading Jim's cheeks with his hands, and lubricated the tight hole with his spit, and then he put the butt plug into his mouth to lubricate it as well. He tenderly slid the plug into Jim's waiting ass.
"It's cold," Jim said grimacing.
"Give it a sec, it'll warm up. Now you put your cock in there."
Ed pointed to a depression with a deeper hole in it located in front of the seat. It looked like a mold for a dildo with a space for balls also.
"Do you need priming again, or are you still hot to go? You're dick still looks rock hard. Go ahead, and take the plunge."
Jim leaned forward, raised his hips off of the seat and lowered back down, guiding his member into the hole.
"Ohh, that feels good. What do you have in this thing?" Jim asked.
"More copper, lined with the smoothest cushion of silk, not too much though or the heat wouldn't conduct. Wait till you feel it with both of your engines running."
Ed lifted his arm up to the handlebars, and passed it over a small info reader, and the engine began to purr between Jim's legs. The tightness around his dick grew stronger. The plug up his ass continued to feel cool, but the sensation was becoming pleasant. It must have something to do with the heat exchange, he thought to himself. He clenched his sphincter one last time to feel the plug bury itself just a little deeper. He would have to talk to Ed about getting a bigger one.
"It has an automatic transmission, no need to worry about gears, so just keep on the throttle to accelerate, and this handle here is your brake. That's all there is to it," Ed explained. "And lastly, your helmet. Try not to get too distracted by what the bike is doing. Have fun!"
Jim twisted on the throttle a little, and started out of the lot. The first thing he noticed while riding was that the hole his dick was in started vibrating, sending shivers all through his body. He turned right, leaning into the turn, and gave it some juice. The plug up his ass got cooler yet, and began to vibrate as well. The combined sensations gave him a bit of sensory overload, and made concentrating on driving very difficult. It was like having one vibrator up your ass, and one strapped to your dick, and both vibrating madly at the same time.
Jim took another right that took him eventually onto the highway. Here he really opened it up. He felt like the cool stub in his tight ass was opening him up, and as he continued to accelerate, his dick started to be massaged from within its hiding place. The whole bike vibrated between his clenched thighs, and as he flew along over the bumps and pits of the highway, he was rewarded with more pleasure as his pecker moved in and out of the hole, and the plug up his ass was jostled deeper. He began to wonder whether it was safe to continue riding while in this heightened state of ecstasy, and what would happen when he finally came? Would the engine cool and quit running when his body cooled?
Afraid to make a mess, and possibly get stranded, Jim headed back to the bike lot to return the BareBack. It took some toe curling, and teeth clenching, to keep from succumbing to this infernal machine's ministrations, but he finally made it back. Ed, the salesman, was waiting when he drove it onto the lot and Jim parked it next to the rest of the BareBacks.
"Here, let me help you with this," Ed offered. "We'll just get this out of your ass first. Uh, you'll need to relax a bit if I'm to get this out."
"Oh, sorry. I've been holding back for awhile, and I'm a bit tense."
Ed slid the plug out slowly, but not without taking some liberty in fucking Jim with it a little. "To help you relax," Ed volunteered. "Now if you'll lift your hips to draw your dick out, and then off you go."
Ed offered his arm to steady Jim, who was a little weak kneed from the ride.
"My, you're still as stiff as a board," Ed observed. "That's quite some will power you have. Most men experience at least one orgasm when they test drive one of these beauties. Do you want a hand with that stiffy?"
"Yea, sure. I wasn't sure what would happen if I came while on, um, in the bike," Jim replied.
"There is a receptacle where the cum is gathered, and the hole is self cleaning. As for the bikes performance, it would only suffer slightly from not having you at full heat. Normal body heat supplies enough power to keep it going, but it really puts out when you do. Come back to the office and I'll take care of your woody, and we'll begin the terminal work."
Jim didn't know what to do. He really couldn't afford the bike, but it was such a great experience to ride, and that ass on Ed was certainly worth exploring in depth. He followed Ed back to the small office.
When they got to the office, Ed asked "Business or pleasure first?"
"Pleasure?" Jim replied tentatively.
"So be it." Ed grabbed Jim's rod, still throbbing with unreleased tension, and led him over to the desk using Jim's dick as a leash. Ed leaned over the desk, face down, and led Jim's member into his opened and relax manhole. Jim could tell that Ed used the Teflon lube, for his dick slid right in with no hindrance. He pushed all eight inches deep into Ed's ass, and only stopped when his sack was tight against Ed's ass. The heat inside of Ed's ass, after the relative coolness of the bike almost sent Jim over the edge. A long slow withdrawal, all of the way out, and then some quick jabs, pounding Ed's tight slick ass. Ed grabbed a butt cheek in each hand, and pulled them apart, so that more of Jim's hot prick could penetrate.
Jim, not wanting to be selfish, reached around Ed's waist, and jacked him off while he continued to pound that tight ass. His momentum on Ed's dick quickened, as he got closer to cumming.
Ed stood up with Jim still buried in his ass. "I just need you to give me your arm again, so we can conclude some of this business." Ed said between pants. Jim was lost in the passion that was mounting in his middle. He let Ed take his arm, and wave it over the info reader again. "That does it. We're ready for you to bring it on home," Ed said as he laid his stomach back onto the desk, and enjoyed the warm flush of being fucked, and completing a sale.
Jim, aroused, and unsatiated for too long, at last came deep inside Ed. Jim pushed deeper yet as the last shot left his dick. Ed could feel the pulsing of the cum passing through Jim's dick, and with one last squeeze of his ass he unloaded his own load onto the desktop.
After a calm moment, Ed pulled Jim out of his ass, and offered Jim his hand.
"It has been a real pleasure doing business with you," Ed said while pumping Jim's hand enthusiastically. "I'm sure you are going to have many great years with your new BareBack. Let me know if there is anything further I can do for you."
Jim stood there in stunned shock looking disbelievingly at Ed's hand in his. He couldn't believe what had just happened. He was beginning to wonder who had just fucked who.
Resigned, and not altogether unhappy, Jim gathered his clothes into a bundle, headed out to the lot, and rode home on his new BareBack.
THE END