Posted Thu Sep 3, 2015 | 336 Words | Tagged story

He said he had been watching me all night. He was quite buff and I found him instantly quite attractive. Going to a gay bar wasn’t really my thing but my friends had convinced me yet again to go to this new one they had found on their many nights out. He didn’t seem like the rest of the people in the room, and well neither was I.

“Want to leave this place? Bit dull for me” he spoke in his smooth voice which just seemed to make everything ok. Maybe it was the stupid amount of alcohol I had drunk in order to put up with the night, but I decided to go with him.

When I got to his house, I’m sure his eyes lit up in an emerald green but my mind was already in a haze. His mouth smirked, happy with whatever he was doing.

He simply told me to undress, so I did as I was told. Then when he returned he threw a bunch of leather clothes at me. The kind you would wear if you were a biker. Slowly I put them on with his help, not knowing what order for things to go on.

When I was doing I looked in the mirror, I looked pretty good in the motorbike leathers. Then he told me to kneel at his crotch area and he lowered a helmet on my head. It seemed to have a hose which he had already connected to his crotch.

All I could breathe in was the musk from his dick and his smell. It was overwhelming, in fact it was good to soak it all in. I was getting hard and I felt my body tense up, all of my muscles pulsing. Something was changing. I felt a need to ride. The smell almost injected words into my mind and inked my arms with tattoos I don’t remember.

When he was happy, he removed the helmet. And then whispered into my ear, ‘let’s ride’