Jim's introductions to bikes and leather opened a whole new world for him, and he knew he wanted more of it. Being with a hot and horny man, the smell of gas and exhaust while speeding around with a powerful machine in between his legs, wrapped in skin tight black leather, were things he now craved.
After their sweaty mating the night before, both Paul and Jim fell asleep, exhausted from the coupling that had drained their very existence. Wrapped in each other's muscular arms and legs, the men involuntarily moved their bodies to maintain contact with the other's object of their desires Cock to cock, cock to ass, neither man was far from the other.
Jim woke first, the morning coming too early, with the feeling of Paul's cock nestled tightly between his ass cheeks, moving to make another assault on the burning tunnel it had taken over and ravaged the night before. Recalling the thrills that cock had given him in popping his virgin man pussy, Jim felt his own rod swell as his heart raced, pumping blood into his own weapon.
"Wake your ass up, butt fucker," Jim urged as he playfully poked Paul in the ribs. "We've got a lot to do today, buddy."
"Yeah I know," Paul replied as he wrapped his arms around Jim and nestled his hairy face on the back of Jim's neck, at the same time working his hard meat roughly between Jim's legs.
"Not that, buddy, I don't think I could take another rough ride right now after last night. Damn I'm tender back there, and you've stretched muscles I never knew existed. Get your ass outta bed. We're goin shoppin."
"Shopping? What the hell for? "It's too early, and I need some more man lovin," Paul said, finding Jim's hard dick and jacking it a couple of times.
"Oh yeah?" Jim asked climbing out of the bed. "Well I need some leathers and a big bike between my legs, and you're gonna help me pick out both."
"Guess that's the least I can do after letting me take your cherry," Paul moaned, realizing that he wasn't going to stab his meat into that tight hole again anytime soon before Jim recovered from the feast the night before. "Get dressed and I'll take you down to meet my buddy, Chuck. He'll get you fitted."
Both men dressed quickly without showering, the smell of sweat and sex still on their bodies. Paul put on his boots, jeans, black leather jacket and chaps and headed for the door. Jim followed in his sneakers, jeans, and a light cloth jacket, hardly motorcycle clothes, but he was going to change that soon.
Climbing on the bike and pulling on his tight gloves, Paul motioned for Jim to get aboard and hold on tight as he turned on the engine. It roared to life, making that deep throbbing purr that had gotten Jim excited when he'd first seen Paul the previous afternoon. "Damn," he thought putting his arms around the leather stud in front of him and feeling the vibration between his legs as they roared off to the motorcycle shop, "I want more of this shit."
The leather biker and his passenger pulled into the empty parking lot of the shop and dismounted. "Like the ride again?" Paul asked, knowing what it had done to Jim the last time they'd ridden together.
"Hell, yeah," Jim replied. "Especially knowing what sometimes follows," he laughed.
A big burly bear of a man exited through the shop doors and called out, "Hey Paul. How yeah doin man? Haven't seen you in awhile," he called, extending his hairy paw to shake Paul's hand. "Who's this here guy you got riddin bitch for yeah?"
"Howdy, Chuck. How yeah been," Paul replied shaking the hand encased in tight leather gloves with the fingers cut off. "This here's my buddy Jim He's decided to get into motorcycles in a big way and needs a bike and all the trimmins. Show him what he needs and take good care of him," Paul winked mischievously.
"Nice to meet you, Jim. Come with me and I'll show you what we got. Get you outfitted in no time."
"See yeah later, Stud," Paul cried out over the roar of his engine. "Chuck here'll take care of you. Meet you back at your place when you're done."
Jim followed behind Chuck into the empty store, all the while admiring the great firm ass struttin in front of him. Jim guessed Chuck to be about his age, but at least 6 inches taller with a thick neck that stretched the opening of the black t-shirt he wore. His shoulders were much broader than Jim's, and the black leather vest he wore pulled taut across his muscular back. His tight faded jeans accentuated the globes of his backside, which were lifted up slightly by the tight shiny black chaps he wore over them.
"These are the machines, Jim my boy, and the leather's over there. Let's start with the bikes first," Chuck said as he turned to face his customer. "Let's see what suits you."
"Damn," Jim thought to himself, "you'd suit me just fine." Jim couldn't help notice that Chuck carried a big muscle-bound chest that sprouted huge the hard tits beneath. He observed the outline of a ring hanging from one, and imagined that this guy enjoyed a little rough tit play, although he didn't know if this guy liked playing with men or women, but hoped it was the former. His eyes followed down the well defined stomach and small waist to the bulging package pushing out massively from the black leather framing it.
"Here's one that looks like it might fit you," Chuck explained, pulling a beautiful black Harley Sportster 1200 out from among the others. "Comfortable seat that's low enough and slung forward not too much. Sit on her and start her up. This baby'll draw some looks when you drive down the road."
Jim climbed on the seat. Chuck was right. His feet were flat on the ground and my legs slightly bent. "Low and mean," Jim thought. When he leaned forward slightly to grab the handle bars, the narrow seat rubbed his balls. He started the engine, and heard that familiar roar, while the bike started to massage his balls on the vibrating seat. "Oh fuck," Jim thought. "I'm gonna spring another boner here if I don't watch it." "How do I look, Chuck? Like I've been ridin for some time? Damn, I like it!"
"Lookin good, buddy. Let's get you into some leather and see how you look movin all duded up. Head on over to the leather section and see what you like. Let me write up the papers on the bike and I'll be with you in a minute."
"Thank gawd," Jim thought as Chuck turned and walked into the office, his boner creeping farther down his pants leg. Jim turned off the engine, taking in the smell of exhaust and leather, and dismounted. Standing and admiring the bike that was soon to be his, he felt his hard dick start to go soft.
Jim walked back to the racks of leather while Chuck filled out the order. The smell was overwhelming as his hands fingered every jacket he looked at. He felt his cock start to twitch as he walked around the chaps and pants, some plain and some with leather fringe on the sides. He felt the black skins and the differences between them. Some were soft and supple; others stiff and firm. He wandered farther back into the store, his eyes wild with excitement. In the back corner he found harnesses with thick leather straps and silver rings, some of which were attached to cock rings at the end. One display held leather jock straps and leather cod pieces, each in soft shiny black hide. His hand roamed over the pouches, trying to visualize what they looked like on big muscular men.
His cock started to harden again when Chuck came up from behind and put his hand on his shoulder. "Those things aren't required for ridin motorcycles. We have quite a clientele that likes to wear the skins while riding, though not necessarily on a bike," he winked.
"They're damn hot, though," I said, wanting to see if I was reading his wink correctly.
"They sure are," Chuck quickly replied, "and really add to the total leather experience. Here, try these on while I grab you a pair of chaps," he said as he handed Jim a leather half harness big buckles and a silver ring in the center and black leather cod piece with a hole cut out under the soft leather pouch. "If you need any help, let me know," he grinned. "I'll have you some chaps in a minute."
Jim went into the dressing room and shut the door behind him. Taking off his jeans and t-shirt, he pulled up the cod piece and removed the pouch. Sticking his hardening cock through the hole, he pulled his low hanging balls through. A black leather strap fit snuggly up his ass crack and rubbed against his puckered hole. Stepping back from the mirror, he admired how the black leather pushed out his cock and balls, and when he snapped on the soft covering, his dick looked huge and mysterious inside the leather pouch and filled it so that it looked like the buttons would snap off any minute. He put on the stiff heavy harness, buckling it tight over his chest, and admired how it drew attention to his firm pecs and hardening tits.
"Here's a pair of chaps that should fit," Chuck called from outside the door. "Put em on and I'll help zip em up."
Jim opened the door slightly taking the chaps, not wanting Chuck see him in this state of near undress. Closing the door, Jim buckled the skins around my waist, when Chuck opened it and stepped inside.
"OK, let's see what we got here." Getting down on his knees, Chuck started the zipper on the right leg, his hand at the top of the opening between the leather and Jim's full cod. He moved to the left leg, his hand brushing over the hardening cock and zipped it as well. Rubbing his hands up and down Jim's leg, Chuck said, "You want these to fit nice and tight. Keeps em from flapping around in the wind. Now, let's find you a jacket, gloves, and some boots. What size you wear?"
"10-1/2 boot? Jim called out, wondering what Chuck already had in mind for me. "Probably a large glove and 50 jacket."
"Here yeah go, buddy," Chuck said when he returned. Jackets a 48, they run a little large. I take a 58 usually, and get by with a 56. The boots are typical biker boots. Strap across the instep with buckles on the side. These are a little taller than the regular ones and have buckles at the top. They're good for protecting you shins while riding. Nice thick soles to cut down on the vibration. Put em on."
The boots fit perfectly, although Jim had to undo the bottom of the chap to pull them up almost all the way to his knee. They were heavy, and made his leg muscles bulge when he walked in them. The jacket fit snug, with a belt and buckle at the waist.
"This here's to protect your back and kidneys," Chuck said as he buckled the belt. "The collar is snapped down to keep from flapping in the wind, and the zippers on the sleeves let in air or keep it out depending on the weather."
The gloves were short thin black leather ones the kind Jim had seen motorcycle cops wear -- and lusted over. They were a little tight when he pulled them on.
"These are good for summer riding," Chuck explained. "Thin so they don't get too hot and you can feel the grips on the bike. Light enough that you don't have to take em off every time you stop. You can pick up a dime in these babies. They'll stretch a little as you wear em to fit like a second skin. Take a look at yourself. You are one hot biker."
Jim turned around and looked in the mirror. The man who looked back at him was entirely different than the one who'd first entered the dressing room. Dressed head to toe in shiny black leather, before him stood a muscular leather stud with a packed cod that knew exactly what it was hunting for. "Damn," he said, "I can't believe the change. I look like one mean son-of-a-bitch."
"You sure as hell do, fucker. You're gonna get a lot of boys droolin when they see you like this," Chuck said in a low voice, his arm over Jim's shoulder and his hand rubbing over the hairy chest cinched tight in the harness. "They'll be beggin to get inside that packed cod you got between your legs." His hand rubbed gently over the leather pouch. "Oh yeah, they'll be dyin to see what that man slab looks like."
Jim's cock started to arouse as Chuck cupped his leather package and began to gently massage his balls. "They'll be chewin on this skin as soon as you walk through the door." Chuck dropped to his knees and smothered his face in leather bulge. Rubbing his bristled face back and forth across the tight covering, it made scratching sounds as it brushed back and forth. Opening his mouth, he began to lick around the outline of the hardening cock, then took it in his mouth while pulling on Jim's balls through the leather. His hard tongue slobbered all over the black mound then he opened wide and took the covered cock into his warm mouth. Grabbing the back of Chuck's head, Jim ground his fuck stick between his lips, forcing as much of himself as he could inside.
"That's right man, you work that crotch. Make those boys work for that big cock you got inside, Chuck said." His teeth pulled on the corner of the cod, the snaps released and freed Jim's now swollen pecker from its tight confine. "Oh yeah, man. They'll worship this monster when they finally get to it," Chuck moaned as he licked around the swollen head, turning it bright blue with lust.
Taking the thick shaft in his hand, Jim rolled the big helmet around Chuck's face, feeling the bristles of his beard, working it closer to his waiting mouth. Rubbing it across Chuck's lips, Jim felt the tongue taste the precum that was flowing out of the hole, letting him taste the necter building up inside the swollen balls.
"Oh yeah, man. This is what you want, isn't it? You wanna taste and eat this cock, don't "cha," Jim said. "You want it buried deep in that hot mouth and down your throat, huh."
"Damn right," Chuck said. "I want you to feed me that steel rod you got and feel you shoot your load deep in my guts. Feed me that fucker," he ordered as his head bobbed up and down and took the whole thick 9-1/2 deep into his tight throat.
"Oh yeah," Jim moaned. "Eat that man cock. Take it deep. Make my balls bounce on your chin. Milk this fucker good. I need to cum bad and want it deep down your throat." Jim began to fuck into the hot and open mouth, trying to get every inch inside. Wanting to feel the hard tongue work over his bulging dick as Chuck's lips put suction around the enflamed shaft.
Chuck gagged every so often, but Jim was merciless. All thought was centered on his swollen cock. He needed to shoot bad, and his cock instinctively knew where to put the erupting juice. Chuck had asked to be filled, and Jim intended to fire as deep in that willing mouth as possible. Chuck's gloved hands worked over Jim's butt cheeks, his finger running over the leather strap down the crack. A finger would stop over the now inflamed hole, taunting it as it poked around, but pulling the cock deeper and deeper into him.
"Ok fucker, you asked for it. Here it comes, I'm gonna cum in your mouth? Jim's balls tightened as he felt the first signs of pending release. Chuck grabbed em, pulling hard to make them cum that much more.
"Oh yea, give it to me. Give me that hot cum now." He cried.
"Oh fuck," Jim yelled as the juice began working its way up the man flesh "Oh fuck, oh fuck, take that hot cum, you cocksucker. Take that cum deep. Let me fill up your gut with my man seed," Jim screamed as the first volley of jizz shot out of his prod.
Chuck kept taking as much as Jim could give him. Forcing his head farther on the cock he was now worshiping, Chuck gagged initially when the first hot splatter hit the back of his throat, and tears welled up in his eyes as Jim continued to plug his open mouth, filling it with every ounce of cum he could shoot. His hands were tight on the back of Chuck's head, forcing himself deep, not allowing the other man a chance to take a breath Feeding him his thick cock instead. "Fuck yea," Jim yelled as two more loads fired down his throat. "Drink that spunk I'm feedin you."
Cum started flowing out of the corners of Chuck's mouth as Jim slowed the deep thrusts. He could finally breath and rolled his tongue around the softening meat. Savoring now the taste of the seed Jim given him. He purred, enjoying the hot meal he'd been feed and satisfied with a full gut of love juice.
"Damn, that was good," Jim said, his softening cock sliding out of the hot and slick hole he'd just finished fucking. "I needed that bad. Thought my balls were gonna burst when you started playing around with em."
"You were loaded man, with all the spunk you just fed me, man. Haven't had a stud drop a load that big and hot for me in a long time. Damn it was good," Chuck replied. "Anytime you're out on the bike in your leathers and wanna shoot, you got a cum dump right here ready to take everything you got."
"Thanks, Chuck. You're one hot man yourself, and I'll be taking you up on your offer, but guess the next thing I need to do is learn to ride this fucker I just bought," Jim replied, as he got dressed and headed for the door and the new motorcycle.