"You kid" the stared at me so hard it felt like his eyes were piercing mine.
"What you looking at?" I stammered not sure how to reply.
What I was looking at was him. To most he was just another one of the bike crowd at school. Tall, usually wore tank tops and jeans with rips as well as black biker boots. After the days end trip to his locker he added the thick classic black leather jacket and helmut.
And when he threw a leg over the bike he rode home, it was like he was in slo motion. You could see his cock and balls move, I assumed he didn't wear underwear.
"Uh bike" I puttered "uh nice" I said hopeing my blushing wouldn't give me away.
"So kid you like bikes?" he fingered to me to come closer. The others around him made some kind of comments or laughed at what was going on. For a reason I don't know I moved forward.
"So what is it about my bike you like, the chrome?" he slid his still unglvoed hand along the chrome bars and then pulled his gloves on quite deliverately.
"So is it my nice shiny black tank" he slide his hands from the front to the back of the fuel tank stopping at his legs where he rested his hands on either thigh.
"Or is it something else?" this got a laugh from some of his friends.
I backed away and shook my head, "uh just the bike man, it's hot" I said. I realized my blush had subsided and my words sounded braver then earlier.
He threw his leg to the ground and moved close to me. Bending towards my ear he spoke, not a whisper but still not loud enough for anyone to hear.
"Come by about 8pm, my garage, you better be there or I'll arrange it for you to be everyone's buttboy. Understand?"
I shook my head and took the paper he stuck in my hand.
"What was that all about?" I heard someone ask him "Uh fuck off, the kid knows a good bike when he sees one, that more then you fuckers know." he barked back.
The sound of their bikes started made me turn and watch them ride off amidst several streams os smoke, cursing students and one or two teachers who stared and shook their heads in dismay.
I jacked off thinking about it later at home. I was hoping that would help me calm down so I could do my homework. But every few paragraphs of required reading, I looked at the clock. I hadn't really planned to go. But then I wondred what he meant about making me the buttboy for the entire group.
Getting gang raped was a hot fantasy but in reality more then just painful I suspected.
My hands were clammy and my legs a bit shakey as I biked on my motorless bicycle across town onto streets that had no lights. Barking dogs and an occasional motorcyle roar filled the air. Screeching of tires too made me jump a bit.
I knew the address by heart from the paper he shoved in my hand. I leaned my bike against a fence in the alley and locked it in place. This neighborhood didn't exactly have the best reputation when it came to such things.
The yard was littered with boxed, old cars and other junk. The garage too had holes here and there. The door however was closed. I looked for and found a side door. The glass was broken and someone had nailed plywood over the window.
The door creaked as I opened it. He was there, crouching and adjusting the motor on his large black motorcycle. He was shirtless and wore his torn jeans and boots.
He didn't look up as I came in. I cleared my throat.
"I know you're there" he said without looking up. "wait until I want you"
I stood still thinking I should turn around and leave.
"Shrt" his voice said.
"huh?" I asked and he looked up.
"shirt off" he instructed. His shoulders were smooth, but his pecs had hair that seemed premature for kids our age. But then he looked and acted older then most of us anyway. Maybe that's why I was attraced to him.
He stood and watched. And for some reason I pulled my shirt off leaving my wife beater shirt one.
"That too" he said using a finger to wave. I noted he didn't have his gloves on.
I peeled the shirt off.
"mmmm no feathers I see" he said nodding a look of approval. He reached for his gloves which were on the bike seat and pulled them on with all the aplomb of a surgeon about to reach inside some patient's body.
Then he kicked his leg over his bike grabbing his crotch as he did so. His hands and fingers outlined his cock and nutsac my eyes had stared at many times before.
"Here" he pointed and I moved forward.
"Straddle the tank" he said and I tried to throw my leg over the tank as smooth and graceful as he. But I stumbled and he reached out to steady me. The feeling of his strong gloved hand on my side made me shiver and harden at the same time.
I face him with my own crotch resting on his tank.
"So you like my ...." he paused and smiled "bike huh?" his smile ridiculed me and I blushed as if he was saying he knew what I really was attracted too.
But his words weren't needed. His gloves unbuttoned his fly and my eyes wached closely.
"Go ahead take it out" he said.
My trembling fingers reached forward and I had to slide forward to make it easier. His cock was hard and long and getting harder as I held it in my hand.
"Go ahead" he said. His hand on the back of my head urged me to bend forward.
I wondered if at some point his buddies would suddenly appear out of the darkness and I'd end up indeed being the groups buttboy that night. But the thought didn't scare me this time, it added to all the mixture of emotions I was having and my cock hardened.
I reached for my own fly.
"no, dont' want your pussyboy cum on my bike..." I took my hand away.
"And when I'm ready to cum you better not let any of it spill either"
My mouth touched his cock head. I had sucked only one cock in my life and that was years ago when my boyscout troop was on a camping trip. My tent buddy said he'd let me suck him if he could suck me. We did and swallowed.
I sucked him and as he instructed I obeyed.
"Take yoru time, we got all night, no teetch, lick it inside yoru mouth, nurse it, slide it in and out," and other instructions. My jaws ached a bit but there was something natural about having that fleshy pole in my mouth, I licked his nuts and held on to them as I returned to his cock.
"It's not goint to take me long" he warned "the first time" he added.
"Ok here goes" he pushed my head away and grabbed my pants sliding me close so his cock shot all over my bare chest, stomach.
"Ahhhhhh" he sighed as if the sperm had waited for years to have me there to splash against.
I didn't know what to do next. His gloves yanked at my pants and the button came undone and the zipper ripped open.
"turn around boy" he said. With some difficulty I threw one leg over and then the other one back. He pushed me forward bending me foward until my sperm covered chest met his gas tank.
His hands yanked at the back of my jeans and underwear. I realized what was going to happen next. I wasn't going to be the groups buttboy, I was going to be his.
His cock jammed into me making me yell out loud.
"I knew you'd like that" he laughed. His gloved fingers gripped me and the fucking began. I had never had anything more then a finger up my butt and that was my own. This was different. There was so much pain I felt I was going to cry. But somehow I knew I shouldn't. I gripped my eyes closed and held my lips closed just as tightly.
The pain continued as he fucked me fast then slow. He slapped my butt with a bare hand making me realize he had removed a glove. Then he used it to slap my back and buttock again and again.
Each time I reacted clenching my butt and I realized this gripped his erection inside me each time.
I began to do it even when he didnt' slap me. He knew I was enjoying it and playing along. HIs strokes seemed smoother and less jabbing. Indeed there was a rhythm that began between the two of us, him pusing in and sliding out, me opening up and then gripping him during the withdrawel.
I felt the cock and concentrated trying to feel it more.
Somewhere the pain seemed to have subsided, oh it was still there but there were other sensations that I had never experienced or knew enough to fantasize about experiencing.
"Shit" he hissed and jammed me a few times. I knew that inside my intestines his cock head was spitting out more streams of the white thick load of cum.
"Don't worry, I'm healthy" he said as he moved the softening cum a few more times.
"Get up and clean this off" I turned around without thinking, moving as smoothly as I had hoped I would earlier.
I licked my ass juices and the last bit of cum off his cock. I liked the familiar feeling of it in my mouth.
"Put it away" he ordered and I replaced it where I had found it and buttoned up as much of his fly as my fingers could.
He pushed me back and yanked down the front of my jeans grabbing my cock. It hd been hard then soft then hard and now soft. But his leather clad hand yanked and it became hard again.
He didn't give me time to brace myself, let alone find a comfortable position. He was incharge of me, I knew that. My body twisted, writhed and gushed as my cock spilled out onto his glove the gas tank and my own still bare belly.
I tried to catch my breath but he didn't give me time.
Clean this up. He held out his hand which I licked inhaling the aromas of his leather and my cum. He pushed my head down to where my juices had landed on his gas tank and I liced it up.
"Good boy. Get on the back"
I looked for my shirts and he stopped me.
"No leave em" he instructed.
I stradled the back of his bike and put my arms around his leather jacketed torso. The aroma filled my nostrils and I rested my head on his back.
"Helmut" he said and I took the half helmet from him and put it on. I didn't know where were were going. I only knew that my pants were still open and I was shirtless sitting on the back of his bike and holding onto the man who had just fucked me.
The bike roared and I felt my entire body vibrate. I felt his cock inside me, I learned I'd feel that for days until he was able to renew the feeling.
The garage door opened and we sped off before I could figure out how he had opened it.
We went down the alley and onto a street. He said something to me but I couldn't hear. I grabbed tighter as he sped up. Perhaps he had warned me. I didn't know. I only knew I liked being his boy, his buttboy.
We rode past a few guys he waved at then turned his bike and returned slowing down.
I realized he might give me to them to be raped by any who wanted to fuck me.
"Where you off to Mac?"
"Gotta take my bitch home" he said and I heard some laughter and comments "tighther fuck then any cunt I've had" he added and that seemes to quell some of the laughter.
The bike roared and indeed he took me home. I didn't know he knew where I lived. But then I didn't know I needed or would enjoy being fucked as much as I did either.
I got off the bike not knowing what to say. He took the helmet. "You need a nipple ring" he said as his gloved thumb and finger pinched my left nipple.
"Yes Sir" I said and a smile appeared on his face in the street light illuminated night.
"Friday night, same time, for the weekend" he said and roared his bike loudly so I couldn't have offered and excuse if I had wanted to.
I didn't want to.
As I walked to the side of the house so nobody would see my half naked body in the cold night, I zipped up my pants. I felt him inside me and the pain in my left nipple. I knew I belonged and wasn't scared anymore.