The Grass is Always Greener

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Oh yeah. The guys in this story might not be using rubbers, but they aint real. You are. Practice safe sex.

Keep it real.

Anfernee Williamson.

Do not distribute or reproduce this document, all or in part, without express permission of the author. (c) May 18, 2001, Anfernee Williamson

THE GRASS IS ALWAYS GREENER

Everywhere the eye could see. In whatever direction Aaron looked, it was all the same. Endless brown wastelands. Devoid of any life. For as far as Aaron could see from where he stood, from as far as he could see having driven through this God forsaken area in his car for the last who knows how many hours.

And then there was the sun.

That which did little more than to kill whatever was fool enough to wander into this endless desert. It drenched the landscape in unrelenting heat. Shimmered off the rich browns. Whether the deep colors of the earth, or the faded scrub life that somehow managed to thrive. Contrasting the mirade of shades against the fullest of pure blue above. A place where the sun ruled as lord. Beating down against all, with the least in mercy.

A place where Aaron had been misfortunate enough to break down.

Aaron wiped the sweat from his brow. Feeling the effects of the sun now that his car was stopped. Now that what little breeze had come from driving with all the windows down was gone. His car stopped, the sun now falling on him with its fullest effects. The bonnet of the car open, and what little stream that still poured from the radiator slowing at least. Everything seemed nothing more than raw heat to Aaron. Everything died out here by heats hand. Even his car.

The guy glanced up either way of the highway. A black strip of humanity that broke the unending browns of nature. What chances were there of him finding help, let alone life here. When he had driven for what seemed like hours in the roasting heat of the day. And looking back where he had come, all he could see was the hint of shimmering blackness. Where eye lead the long strip of black onto a horizon bent and warped by heat. Where he was going looked pretty much the same.

Perhaps it was just an overheat. Maybe he could get back on his way after it had cooled down. The reasoning sounded as pathetic to him as anything. He knew the truth within himself. Seeing the effects of it boiling from his cars radiator, as he attempted to staunch some of the sweat from his body. Tugging his baggy black basketball jersey from his muscular white body. Ironically, Miami Heat. It clung to his smooth, wet curves. Only doing worse to make Aaron feel the effects of the sun.

So, given the chance that his radiator was screwed, what could he do?

Aaron kept his calm. Glanced again up and down the highway. He didnt have water to refill it. He'd already searched the car in the vain hope that perhaps he had prepared for that eventuality. The last time he'd passed a gas station was hours ago. At least. He THOUGHT. Perhaps walking wouldn't be that bad, there had to be another not too far off.

Thoughts only further pressed at his heat bothered mind. Thoughts that fought up against every solution he came to. Theres no station that way. Theres no life. Nothing lives out here. You haven't passed a car in who knows how long. Face it homeboy, you are fucked. Pure and simple.

Aaron grunted, let himself lean back against his beaten old blue car. Regretting it in an instant as the heat of the hot metal made itself felt through the mesh material of his jersey. He took some refuge in the partial shade of this side of the car. It was better than sitting in it at the moment. If it was even possible, it had felt hotter inside than it did out here. At least here there was some chance of catching some brief breeze perhaps.

Ill prepared, unsure of what to do next. Aaron lay back against the car. Feeling the crushing silence of the desert descending about him. Broken only in part by the still slight hiss, the ticking of his cars engine. His ears played tricks on him. Making him wonder if perhaps that sound or another was that of another car. Maybe some small sign of life. Only leaving him moments after to reflect again on his situation. On what poor luck he had had this far in.

Aaron. A college student. Soon to be studying in Arts at Bradford University. Well, if he actually got there. Perhaps coming in by car was a bad idea. When he had been told about the highway in, he had assumed it would be just like any other. He had never really taken trips like this before. At least it was an experience that he would never forget. Bradford was as unforgiving as ever to the unaware. Even this far out.

Aaron tugged at his jersey again, regretting the black that he wore. Despite how little of his muscular form it covered. His basketball jersey sagging down over his strong frame. Built. Hardened by an interest in amateur boxing. By what working out he did to further that interest. The jersey, tucked in on one side of his long black boxing trunks. They fell down to just about his knees, showing off thick calves that only mirrored the strength of his upper form. Those smooth, hardened arms.

Poor white kid from the city. Just waiting for life to give him one of those breaks. Aaron pulled his jersey up to mope his face again. Pleasant features, his short, somewhat spiked hair a darker blonde. Thankfully short about the sides and back, even though it was brief respite against the heat. Any small thing seemed to count. Aaron was reluctant to take off his jersey, even if it was clinging to a body that almost gleamed in his sweat. It had only gotten worse since he had been forced to stop the car. Just off the side of the highway.

He didnt even have any water for himself. Aaron stared dimly ahead. Across the hot tarmac of the highway. The endless brown wastes beyond. The shimmering of the suns rays up off the earth. Aaron had only been sitting a few moments. Already he was thinking that doing nothing was about as stupid as doing anything right now. He started thinking over his options again, wondering if this time he could come up with some other answer. Perhaps try to get the car started again anyway.

Aaron wiped his face again, letting out a sigh. All but ignoring the slight sounds he heard this time. It wasn't until a little while longer that he knew that it was more than just natures cruel ways. He stood up, glancing back the way he had come. Trying to make out if it was more than just his imagination.

His eyes couldnt make out more than the eternity of shimmering black that was the highway. Yet the unmoving drift of the desert carried easily the rumbling that seemed to herald life somewhere out there. In an almost dead, forsaken place, where nothing changed, this small sign seemed to speak endless hope to Aaron. He bought his hand up to shade his eyes to the sun. Smiled a little as he caught what he thought was a black shape on the black of the road. Set against the warped and moving landscape of unending death.

The rumbling seemed to grow. The shape moving more than just by that which the suns rays carried. Aaron spotted the lone bike. Thankful at least for this small piece of hope. Perhaps the biker had a cell phone. Some way to get him back to civilization. However unlikely that seemed in this environment. Where it seemed that live had given up, and moved on. Most likely dying before escaping the scorched brown deaths that this land held.

Aaron smiled, waving a little as the biker began to come within distance. Hearing the thunderous rumble of his bike as it approached. Not knowing if he would pass by if he didnt wave. The thought that he may be trouble not even entering his mind. Aarons whole being pinpointed on the mere fact of hope in the unending brown nothing where he was trapped.

Saved. But by who?

Who cares.

Aaron moved back against his car as the biker approached. It was a while before he actually came to the point of eternity that Aaron had broken down on. The suns shimmering heat up off the road, and the strange stillness of the desert warped and changed perception and perspective. And by the fact that the biker seemed in little hurry to be anywhere, something that Aaron couldnt understand in this heat. Finally, the bike slowed, stopped short of his car.

"Hey bro, don't suppose you got a cell phone?"

Aaron watched as the biker glanced his way. Cut his bike. Dropping the remains of the day into a silence, contrast almost painfully from the thundering rumble that it had once been occupied with. Aaron admired somewhat, the bassy burble of the bikes engine, missing it as it cut into quiet. Admiring for a moment the heavy, strong curves of the Harley, as much as its rider.

"You broken down bro?"

Aaron nodded, ignored the statement of the obvious. Cringing almost at the fact the guy was dressed totally in black leathers. In this heat? At this time of the day? He looked like someone who Aaron wouldn't want to run into in the wrong circumstances. He hoped momentarily that these weren't those sort of circumstances and that his luck was looking up. Despite the bikers appearance.

He looked almost the same height and size as him. Something that Aaron noticed as he unstraddled his bike. The rough crunch of his boot against the highway as he checked his bike stood correctly. A thick, stocky form, encased in heavy black leathers. Aaron wondered if it was that which he could almost smell. Bought on the hot draft carried from the bike. An almost intoxicating mix, worsened perhaps by the heat he had already taken. A degree of heat different from the raw one that he felt coming up off the guys bike.

He looked to be a pacific islander, from the smooth, brown tones of his skin. His face, even if his eyes were hidden behind shades, a strange mix of soft and hard. A smoothness that only further continued down between the carries of his black jacket, well beaten and worn. Open on what looked like a more than athletic chest, hidden only lightly by a black tank top that sauntered loosely over his stocky frame there.

The strength of his body seemed only further hinted at in the way his worn leather pants rode his long thighs. A long, muscular suggestion that terminated at heavy boots. He seemed to take in Aaron as much as the beleaguered traveller was taking in the biker. An almost mirror in pose and expression. There seemed something almost familiar about the way he moved. The way he stood.

Aaron let his eyes drop slightly. The rise as he caught again on that leather encased groin. Trying to ignore the size there that he thought he saw. His eyes traveling on the unending black of the guys attire. Noticing the blue and white bandanna tried up over his head. Covering it as snuggly as the fingerless gloves that covered his hands.

"Ummm ... yeah, I think my radiators run out of water or something," Aaron said eventually. More breaking the quiet than anything else. He gestured over at the car. At least it had stopped smoking now.

The biker moved over to the car. The thump of his boots supplied new sound to nature then. The creak of his rich leather. The hint and sound, the smell. Aaron was taken off guard somewhat. Wondering at the thoughts that wandered his head. Thoughts and emotions supplied in sound and smell. In context that he had never known. He stared at the stocky maori. Watched as he looked over the engine slightly, ducked down onto one knee.

Ngati Tumatauenga.

Aaron looked at the large, round patch on the back of the guys jacket. A bike gang perhaps? The patch was a skillful work of leather, in blue, black and white. A face of few features, somewhat, looking more like some thing of legend rather than something of contemporary society. Encircled by those two words that Aaron could only guess at in meaning. The blue reinforced by the blue about the bikers head.

Aaron stared. Almost confused at what he saw. Trying to work out what he felt from seeing it. He couldnt put into words the emotion. He glanced over at the bike again, as the biker seemed to look down under the car a moment. Aarons eyes took in the shape and darkness of the bike with the same emotion as he felt of its rider. The smells and suggested sensations of feeling that lay tantalizing beyond. Voice eventually cut through the almost dreamland that Aaron had drifted into.

"Your radiators fucked bro," the bikers voice was firm. "Its leaking. Putting water in its probably not going to get you far. You'll need to get it patched up or replaced if its bad."

"Fuck," Aaron said. Eventually the seriousness of the situation hit him, as the thoughts and dreams that had existed were blown sharply away. "I don't spose you have a phone that I could use to call someone to come pick me up?"

Aaron watched as the biker stared back at him. He realized that he was staring himself. Wondered if perhaps he had pissed him off. He lowered his eyes, drenching as much in the uncomfortable silence that followed, as the heat of the sun. Maybe this wasn't such a good situation to be in.

"Its going to cost you a fortune to get someone out here, bro," he replied, finally. "Especially today."

"Yeah I know. don't really have much choice if the radiators screwed."

"Tell you what, Ill get my boys to come tow it back. See what I can do for you, ok?"

Aaron blinked. If there was any danger in this situation, that would be it. He had to admit he felt more than a little intimidation from this leathered, stocky young man. Despite the still mysterious attractions he felt, which were far beyond just mere physical ones. Thoughts and memories that he couldnt explain. Aaron wondered if it was the best idea to let his 'boys' come and pick up his car. Could he even trust this guy? Could someone be that lack of motive for helping someone out?

"How much you want? I don't have any cash on me," Aaron explained, honestly.

"Nah, bro, its cool aye. I don't want any money. Might as well help you out, seems your pretty much fucked out here." Aaron nodded, but was still somewhat nervous.

"You got any stuff you want to get out of car?" the biker asked. "Ill call my boys, tell them where we are. Have them come tow it back. You can ride back with me."

This was happening too fast, but Aaron wondered if he really had much choice anyway. Fuck the car anyway. He was surprised it had got this far, and had half expected it to break down before he'd got to Bradford. Everything he valued was in his pack. As long as he had that with him. Maybe the guy could drop him and his car off at least near some sort of service station. He had to come up here over a weekend.

Aaron nodded eventually, and opened up his back door. Grabbed his pack where it lay. He paused a moment to start winding up the windows. Somewhat reserved still about the whole idea. Yet somewhere inside feeling as if it was cool. Like some strange, exciting adventure. He wasn't sure if that was the feeling he felt deep within his gut. Maybe it was just the heat. Aaron was glad that at least being on the back of that bike would help him cool off a little.

Aaron wound up the last windows, hearing the biker talking in a language that he didnt understand. He sounded short. To the point. As much as he had with him. He wondered if his boys were used to picking up cars in the middle of nowhere. Aaron was sure his wasn't worth the money to steal anyway. He had been hoping to get rid of it once he got to Bradford anyway. He closed the drivers door, hanging onto the keys.

"Nah, leave those in there bro," the biker explained. He pushed his cell phone back into the pocket of his jacket. "My boys will take care of it all."

"Thanks for this," Aaron said, as he put the keys back into the ignition. "I would have been pretty fucked if you didnt come along. I don't know anyone who would get my car towed for me. that's pretty cool of you man."

"Nah its cool bro," he replied. Aaron wondered where those eyes were, behind those dark shades.

"My names Aaron, by the way," he stated, putting his right hand out. The biker shook it, Aaron feeling the warmth and softness of the leather. The firmness of his grasp.

"Tane."

"Cool name. Your a pacific islander right?"

"Maori. You pretty sharp. Most you whites would just think we were black or latino," he replied, almost bluntly.

Aaron smiled, "Well not all us whites are ignorant. Occasionally you find a good one."

"Wondered if you were thinking that about me," Tane replied, bluntly. "I take it you think a brothers up to no good when he helps you out on the side of the road."

"No," replied Aaron honestly, "I think ANYONES up to no good when they help me out." He smiled. "You going more than the distance. Thanks."

"Its cool, bro," Tane replied. "My boys will be out here in a bit to get the car. Ill take you back to my place. They can probably fix you up well enough to get you on your way."

"Thanks man." Aaron felt like he was overstressing the point, but meant it.

"You ever ridden on a bike before?"

Aaron glanced over at the Harley. The light caught its chrome and black metal body. It looked as if it had almost driven straight off the showroom lot. It was more than well cared for by the looks of it. Aarons eyes were taken to the size. The shape of it. Caught momentarily in those emotions again that he felt. He still felt that feeling in his gut. It almost felt like anticipation.

"No, never."

"Let me take that for you then," Tane said, holding out his hand for the pack. Aaron passed it to him, still looking the bike over as Tane moved back over. Attached the pack down to the back of the seat. Aaron was still staring as Tane mounted onto the bike. "Well, get up on the back, bro."

Aaron did as instructed, climbing onto the big bike behind Tane. He felt an almost undeniable rush, smiled slightly as he felt his weight settle on the bike. Something felt familiar, totally comfortable about this all. He felt a pang of surprise as he felt his cock throb a little within his baggy trunks.

"Hold onto me about the middle," Tane explained. "Put your feet there. Just relax ok. It'll be a pretty easy ride anyway."

Aaron nodded. Feeling a little anxious about the idea of getting so close to Tane. There was something about it, something about the whole experience of being on the back of his bike. Something definitely sexual. Something that Aaron felt within his steadily hardening shaft as he moved himself closer and against Tanes stocky form. Put his arms under his, about his hardened body. The feeling was intense. The smell almost making him drunk. The scent of leather and sweat. The closeness. The hot press of his skin against the leather of Tanes jacket.

Aaron felt his cock jump as Tane started the engine of the bike. He felt the rumble carry through him. As if its natural passage was from the engine, right through his body and out through the exhaust. A passage that seemed to feel as if it entered and left his body through his throbbing pole, as much as every other part of his body. The sensation of being so close and tight about Tanes hard body. The smell that quickly hit his nose, along with the feeling through his body. He put his feet up to where he'd been instructed, feeling the almost instant thrill of motion.

Aaron was mesmerized momentarily as he took in the sensations. As quickly as Tane had started the bike, they were traveling at a comfortable cruise along the highway. Leaving the car behind. Aaron felt somewhere else, yet so totally aware of the things he felt about him. He hadn't thought for a moment whether or not Tane felt his hard erection against him. His body almost intimately close with the strong maoris.

Aaron felt then, totally free. Ignorant of anything other than the motion. The feeling within him. The wind against his body.

The powerful body within his arms.

Aaron all but rested his chin on Tanes shoulder. Catching himself after a moment. His eyes taking in the scene before him. The world seeming to pass by in a hazey drift of brown heat. His other senses more aware than that of his sight. As if they were more than sensitive to the input around him. The bass rumble of the bike. The vibrations of its engines. The feeling of his hard body against Tanes. The smell of the leather and sweat that came up off Tanes body, despite the breeze that blew against him. The intense pounding within his organ, an arousal more than just purely sexual.

Why did this feel so natural?

There was a childlike thrill that caught within Aarons chest. He relaxed. Let himself over to the feelings he felt. The motion of speed adding to the countless highs that drew across his body. The familiarity only compounding to the experience and fueling further the questions that burned within him.

Time seemed to run at a different speed to that which he felt with him. Aaron drinking in the rich sensations about him. Still feeling his penis, rigid within his trunks. Pressed hard up against Tanes back. His arms about the stocky maoris tight body. His hands felt the hardness of his stomach just under the light material of his tank top. An embrace and context that was almost bluntly sexual, but only partly bought on by the presence of the strong man. Completed by the stimulation of the senses. The countless feelings that stroked and embraced him.

Aaron realized much later the passage of time. How the sun seemed to give up its unrelenting assault on the surrounds. His arms felt cooler, the hot sweat from his body drying, at least in part. His skin felt erotic against the soft, warm leathers of Tanes jacket. Something that kept him hard for a length of time he failed to comprehend. Along with the time of their passage. Hinted at only by the change in heat. The hints of the surrounds, the brief ruins of civilization. A car.

Aaron wondered how he could lose track of time. How time could seem almost like a dream next to the experience of motion.

Aaron took in the changes about him as the began to come faster. As about him the desert melted somewhat into other nature. A more urban nature, despite its sparse growth. Small, old, low houses. Highway melding into narrowed, poorly kept roads. A new breeze came to his skin as they began to wind the road, the desert and urban nature falling downwards towards water. Aaron saw the huge monolith of Bradford, suddenly. Dark and dead on the horizon. Black like some storm cloud, or stain on the rest of nature around it.

Aaron felt the changes within him. His sex had dropped somewhat as he felt a difference in the air about him. Like the freedom had begun to move like treacle, and slow about him with the presence of civilization. As if he could sense the slowing of the bike. The inevitability of the rides end. It was something that dawned over him like the shadow that far city seemed to cast over the vast inlet on far. A threat implied in size, but still there.

Aaron glanced about, taking in his surrounds more seriously. The roads here were slightly better, yet it seemed as if this place was more a refuge from the truths that lay so obviously beyond. A suburb far from the harsh climes of Bradford, yet not totally escaped from its shadowy grasp. Aaron noticed the people, somewhat laid back in dress and appearance. Mostly islanders. The road continued to carry along the waterfront as the houses changed to industry blocks. Aaron couldnt help but see the hulk of Bradford, dead before him. Far off. Still.

The bike began to slow as Tane approached an older building that seemed to be right on the waters edge. An aged, chain link fence cordoned it off from the rest of the buildings. It looked inhabited, but far from the purpose of those businesses surrounding it. A number of old cars occupied its front, one up on blocks. The other without doors or engine. The front of the building almost looked like some form of workshop. It was hard to tell what it had once been. Its age all that it was able to truly portray.

Aaron felt the eyes on him. The similarly clad islanders near the buildings front. Sitting and waiting the inevitable death of yet another day. Drinking and waiting as the suns light began to fade from its afternoon blaze. As if playing witness to yet another passing. Strange urban warriors, with an intimidating strength that Aaron felt with those hard stares. Aaron felt what strength and thrill that had entered him from where he was on the bike drain from him. He felt more than an intruder.

Tane slowed enough to turn the bike down the side of the building. Eventually coming to the back. A small area that opened out onto the water. A collapsed jetty, a ramp that came from the back of the broken building that was home to the maori and his boys. Aaron felt the almost pained regret as Tane drew the Harley to a stop. Cut the engine on the world that Aaron had become far too accustomed to in the time that he had been within its embrace. Instead to be replaced by the sounds of the distant city. The lapping of water and cry of bird above. He felt almost dulled.

"Get the door," Tane said. Aaron glanced over at the back of the building. A large, two story garage style door. He eventually gave up his position on the back of the Harley, like a child finally being forced to no longer ween.

Aaron felt the coolness that was beginning to take his body. As he moved over to the door by part. Pulled it up in a sharp drag. Opening up on what appeared to be a garage of some sort, converted from an area that most likely once housed a boat. Larger than what met his eye, organized in part on the right to house humanity. Aaron glanced back to see Tane push the bike forward, into the garage. He nodded Aaron in. Finally removed his shades.

"You can leave that open," Tane commented. He put his shades into the pocket of his jacket. Aaron glanced lightly over that face, finally revealed. Smooth and young. Tane undid the pack from the back of the Harley, passing it over. "Wait here a moment, Im just going to see how shits going."

Aaron nodded, casting his eyes over the building within. Tane left through a door, held with heavy locks on this side, yet still open. He pulled it over as he left, leaving Aaron suddenly alone in the silence. The man glanced about, taking in what seemed far more than just a makeshift home. A portion, just off from the garage entrance, divided in implication by some hard, mismatched carpet. An area that looked as much the work area as the rest of the building here, yet adapted to living. Benches turned into places to put television, stereo. A small fridge.

Aaron put the pack down where he stood, taking in the further half of the garage. Windows seemed to open it up on two sides, yet were curtained off by aged hangings that looked far from able to move easily. The caught in the light breeze that blew up off the water, though open windows. There was a strange peace, a comfort suggested by a large double bed. It was made. A net hanging fell down over it. Aaron noticed a bust in the wall just across from the headboard, matching the poor, obviously renovated construction implied by the area where the Harley stood.

Aaron walked over into the main living area. Dumped himself down on one of the large, rough sofas. Still recovering in part from the sudden dive into the depths of cool silence, from the raucous heat of the Harley ride. A strange turn of events that had seen his afternoon meet with the extremes of existence and sensations. He glanced over at the long, heavy curves of the bike that had taken him on such a unexpected journey. To places far more than just here. Felt the almost cooling breeze that carried lightly through the windows opposite.

The sounds of talking, and footsteps came to Aarons ears a long time before the door opened again. He glanced over, noticing as Tane nodded, spoke to someone before closing over the door. Looking over in Aarons direction. He offered a smile, something that he was surprised to see the maori return. A slow, eventual, yet ever smooth expression that played across his browned features.

"Thanks again man," Aaron said, not really sure what else to say.

"Its cool," replied Tane. The reply came after a strange gap in which the maori had stared him over, almost absentmindedly, as if he hadn't heard him. "My boys are out there now to tow you back. I told them to look it over when they get back in. Do what they have to to get it back up and running."

"I owe you one ok?" he said, still sitting in the strangely comfortable take of the sofa. "If you don't want me to pay you."

"Nah, I don't want your money bro, Im just helping you out, aye," Tane replied. "If I was stuck out there, Id hope someone else would do the same by me."

"That's one hell of a bike your got," Aaron said, still silently awed by it. Tane smiled slightly, something that caught Aaron deep down. Slow, smooth. Gradual.

"It was your first time wasn't it?"

Aaron chuckled, catching the sexual connotations to that remark. It had almost been like losing his virginity of sorts. He'd taken something just as great from the experience. His first time. It explained it perfectly.

"Yeah it was. I've had my license as long as I've been old enough to. I've never ridden a bike though," Aaron commented.

"You felt like you enjoyed it," remarked Tane. Aaron wasn't sure if that implication was sexual. Whether he had felt his arousal that had been there almost the length of the trip. "Go on bro, take a look over it."

Aaron pulled himself up from the sofa, more than eager to look over the bike more closely. Still wondering what strange pull it had over him. It stood there, like some chrome heaven. Something that Aaron had never known to try an attain until he had seen it. Felt it. That first time something far greater than losing his virginity.

"Im like you. Had my license as long as I've been old enough to. Been riding bikes a bit longer than that though," Tane said. "Not like anyone gives a fuck this far out. Some people I know aint even licensed to drive yet."

Aaron nodded, albeit slightly distracted as he began to look over the Harley. Something held him captivated in the heavy poise of the bike. Held him like he had never felt in his life. Closest he might have felt to true love in his life so far. As if there was something totally natural and right about what he saw before him. The stronger urges he felt beyond, to just be and experience. To feel what he had felt riding behind Tane.

"Had this one for about 10 years, got it off my old man," Tane continued to comment. They came between long pauses. Silent, loving moments that Aaron spent staring.

"Its in good condition," Aaron replied, surprised.

"You learn to look after what you love."

Aaron put his hand down onto the gas tank of the bike. A slow, almost hesitant move. He glanced back to Tane, as if for permission. Noticed the stare that he had interrupted. Unnoticing of the intent as Tane nodded, told him to do what he wanted. Aaron ran his hand along the dark, cool curve of the tank. Feeling satisfied in the touch, as if it somehow proved more solid that which stood right before him. He looked over the dash slowly. Took in the black leather of the seat, the robust, thick design leading back towards the metallic gleam of the exhaust.

Aaron caught himself quietly. Standing up from his silent worship. He turned to see Tane again, staring again. This time his eyes held with his. Those brown looking right back as his. He lowered his gaze somewhat again, taking the slow, dark passage of that leather. Realizing what he thought of Tane, physically at least. He was more than good looking. Aaron looked up again, saw Tane still looking back at him. Far softer than intimidating. Softer even than pure interest in appearance.

Those feelings of familiarity drifted again over Aarons soul. The same poise and size that stood before him, mirrored almost to his own. Made larger in part, by the thick, heavy leathers that kept Tane packed tightly within its warmth. The same expression and stance. Aaron felt as if he recognized those looks, like they were being returned back on him. The same testing, maybe possible glances of hope.

Aaron let out a soft exhale. Wondered if perhaps it was Tanes he heard. The maoris voice was low when it finally spoke.

"I don't know if you know much about Bradford bro," he said. The mirror shifted slightly in front of Aaron. "But Im a gang member. You don't fit in around here too well."

"Ill be going as soon as I can," Aaron assured. He felt somewhat flustered, finding Tane dragging him back again to the subject of race. He wouldn't have gone there himself. He felt uncomfortable again.

"Its cool," Tane replied, his usual blunt and uninformative way. The stocky maori walked over towards the bed. A makeshift wardrobe set up beside it. Aaron glanced over as he began to grab some things from it. He eventually came away with an armful of black.

"Be better if you don't stick out, aye," Tane said. He dumped the heavy leather down onto the sofa. Aaron felt his eyes come back slowly up his body. "Boys wont ask any questions if you look the part."

Aaron walked over towards the sofa. Glanced down at the heavy load of black leathers draped over it. Tane stood just up from the bed still, looking back. His expression was one of expectation, rather than polite request. Aaron felt himself harden slightly with the sexuality he felt within that mere gaze. In the idea of putting on the maoris leathers. Wearing what he had only since smelt. Felt. He knew what affect it had had on him so far.

"Be easier for you this way bro," Tane stated. "No questions."

Aaron nodded slipped out of his shoes and pulled off his basketball jersey. He felt Tanes eyes settle along his muscular curves. Taking in the light tones of his body there. His firm chest, broadened by his years of work. Thick, balled shoulders, tight with muscle. His trunks were already starting to shift again, as he lifted his eyes to meet Tanes again. Saw the same insinuations that he supplied himself in return. He dropped aside the jersey and took up the white wifebeater that the maori had taken out for him.

Aaron slipped the wifebeater on, feeling it hug his body almost instantly. As he pulled it tightly down over his chest, feeling its warm, grasping embrace about him. What had started slowly in his trunks, continued to swell with each passing moment. With each slow breath and stolen glance. Aaron sorted through the leathers, setting out the pants from the jacket. Pushed his trunks down, turning side on in attempt to hide his growing sex.

"Drop your boxers too, bro," Tane instructed quietly. "Be more comfortable for you that way."

Aaron nodded, his breath heavy as he glanced over at Tane. Saw the expression on his smooth face. The way he was looking down over his athletic thighs. Saw unashamedly the proof of Aarons excitement there. Aaron dropped his boxers, stood facing Tane as he took up the pants. His penis standing all but fully upwards. Thick and hard. Cut. As he started to step into the pants with shakey hands.

Aaron forgot for the moment the almost sexual situation he was in. The silent, unspoken thoughts that had passed between them to this point. One that would have been swept aside as foolish, had it been challenged. Not one word of intent passing where so many glances and visual insinuations had come.

Aarons breath drew tight in his chest as he began to work the pants up, feeling them take his legs and thighs into an erotic embrace, greater than any lovers. He trembled with the sensation, the way that it took him within it its firm hands. Eventually sliding about his hips in a strong grasp that he felt in every slow curve of his muscled legs. Pulling up tightly, Aaron reveled slightly in the feeling, handling his cock a moment to tuck it within his new lovers arms, his big balls already snug within its touch. Working the fly up in a motion that tightly worked the firm softness across his now throbbing organ. About his tight ass.

"You look good," Tane stated. His tone bereft of any of the implications his eyes portrayed. Always the strong, staunch male. Aaron knew what those words held. Felt it in those brown eyes.

Aaron smiled slightly, finding movement within the confines of the heavy pants strange at first. Only worsening his sexual restriction within. Noting, for some reason with slight surprise, the thick passage of Tanes own. Aaron took up the jacket, hungrily, feeling its weight. Smelling its strong scent of leather. Feeling the high that shot through him as he took in the gang patch. He slipped on the heavy jacket, feeling it embrace his arms and body. Settling heavily upon his shoulders in an act that made him Ngati Tumatauenga for the time.

"Let me get you some boots," Tane commented.

Aaron moved his arm quietly, looking at the proof of his feelings. Feeling the leather about his bicep as it tightened. Hearing it creak quietly. There was an unmistakable warmth and conform to it. Despite its heaviness. Yet a blessing itself within that weight. Only adding and compounding on Aarons own. Gifting him with a hefty black veil of pleasure and added strength. All disguised within the pretense of protective biking leathers. Aaron thrilled silently. Feeling his length cramped, yet throbbing within the tight grip of his groin.

Tane passed over two heavy black boots. Completion to the rouse of ganghood. Aaron sat down to pull on the first, then the second. Pulling the straps tight about. Feeling the heavy comfort in the way they fitted him so well. Like the rest of Tanes leathers. Some strong, guarding second skin. A powerful, black leather skin.

Tane was already shrugging off his jacket. Dumping it onto the couch before heading over to the small fridge. Aaron took in the maoris thick biceps. His strong shoulders. The rest of his firm upper body, hinted at under the loose confines of his black tank top. It hung about him, hiding nothing of his powerful shoulders and neck. Something that Aaron envied. He got up from the couch, still aroused. Still becoming accustomed to the trade off of manuevabilty for pleasure and power.

"Want a beer, bro?" Tane asked. Aaron nodded, the maori passing him a cold bottle. Taking one for himself, Tane grabbed up his jacket and nodded towards the exit.

Aaron followed without question. Tane headed out into the back of the building. Sitting down on what seemed like a well lived area. A number of crates, set up about a large wooden construct that probably once held length of cabling bound about it. Long since serving its new use as makeshift table. Aaron took in the lengths of water just beyond the chain link fence. The hints of city beyond that. In the distance, the huge towers of the city proper. It was a dark threat. Distant, but still there. Aaron felt like a witness to some strange apocalypse, from the distance of high hill.

"So you live in Bradford?"

"No, Im a student," Aaron replied. Tane was already sitting. Using the edge of the wood- turned- table to strike off the cap of his bottle. Aaron headed over. Sitting down. Doing the same with his own. It took him a few attempts more than one to get the top off.

"What you studying?"

"Arts. Major in history," Aaron took a sip of his beer, hiding the grimace that followed. It always tasted like piss, but he kept at it.

"Yeah? What you going to do with that?" Tane was as stoney as always.

"Fuck, I don't know," Aaron chuckled. He took another swig of the beer, placing the bottle down. "Im only doing it cause I like it."

"Yeah, best reason to do anything, bro," replied Tane. "You doing any particular type of history?"

"Mostly European history. But Im trying to get as much as I can across the board. Actually, Egyptian history during the period of the Three Princes interests me a lot," Aaron said. He felt a flush of embarrassment, guessing that Tane wouldn't understand a bit of what he just said. He swigged some more of the piss to cover for it.

"Histories good," Tane replied, looking unphased by the statement. "Especially if its what you like doing. Your parents putting you though college?"

Aaron chuckled lightly, felt himself all but imitate Tanes speaking mannerisms. "Nah bro, Im a poor muthafucka." Wonder if the maori had guessed that one. Tane took a drink of his beer.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah. I've got a bit but aside by my parents, but we didnt grow up all that rich," Aaron replied.

"Where you from?"

"New York," said Aaron. "Long Island. My moms and dad struggled to put some money aside for me. Wanted me to get a decent education. More than what they got, you know? So I've got a head start, but Im going to have to work for the rest."

"Is that what you want to do?" Tane questioned, sipping again. "Going to college that is?"

Aaron paused, smiled a little. He took a second to take a little more of the beer himself. Perhaps to languish in its piss poor taste. He couldnt believe he was drinking it. But then he couldnt believe he was here talking to a gang member about college. And wearing his leathers.

"Yeah, I think."

"You think?" Tanes tone was as straight forward as always. "That don't sound like a yes."

"Well, its not a no," Aaron frowned slightly, but the maoris expression was as unanswering as always. "Well I like history, but Im not sure what Im going to do with the degree. I suppose Im doing it because that's what they are expecting me to do."

"So you don't want to do it?"

Aaron frowned again. His bluntness was a little unsettling at time. "I want to do it for my parents. They put the money aside for me. They want me to get a good education. Ill be getting that. And doing something Im interested in."

Tane sipped again casually on his beer. "Sounds like you trapped either way."

Aaron smiled. He wasn't sure he would have put it that way, but he could see his point. Aaron tried not to think about it. He was distracted again by Tanes slow eyes. Resting lightly across his body. Perhaps taking in the thick caress of the leathers he'd suggested he wear.

"You got a good body, bro," Tane said, quietly. There was a pause before he spoke again. "Could always try for a scholarship in sports. You play? You look like you do."

"I box," Aaron replied, his own eyes resting on those thick shoulders a moment. At least replying in kind to what he suspected.

"It shows. You do that because people expect you too?"

"No," Aaron chuckled. "I box cause its what I want to do. Just doing in a controlled way what I grew up doing."

"You scrapped?"

"Yeah I got into my share of fights when I was young," Aaron replied, giving Tane a smooth, almost lingering stare. "What about you. Your pretty buffed yourself."

"Im a gang member," Tane replied, an almost lopsided grin. He sipped on the neck of his bottle. "I grew up scrapping. Its how I got where I am."

"You must be good at it," commented Aaron, risking a little further. "You got the body to show for it."

"You like that, huh?"

Aaron blushed a little, backed up momentarily with a slightly sheepish grin. Hiding himself in another gulp of that filthy grunge. He muttered something that he was sure Tane wouldn't hear, more trying to dismiss the advance. Aaron felt an almost uncomfortable few seconds, as Tane stared at him again. His eyes the home of smooth, sexual insinuations. His voice was low when he finally spoke.

"Its all good, bro."

"You grow up around here, then?" Aaron shot hastily, trying to cover the quietness.

"Yeah," the maori replied. "My parents are fishers. I didnt want any part of that, aye."

"So you joined up with a gang?"

Tane shrugged his stocky shoulders, replied in a way that Aaron wasn't sure was a point of sarcasm. "It was pretty much expected of me, bro."

"Seems like a pretty small place to have a gang," Aaron remarked. He put his bottle down, thinking more that he was drinking it more to cover his nervousness than anything else.

"Best place to be a gang," replied Tane, nodding toward the dark monolith of the city. Aaron glanced over. "Purebreeds and Los Locos rule there. Theres not enough room for one of them, let alone two. We cool staying out of the way. We're just out to look after our own. Not rule."

Aaron gestured towards Tanes jacket, draped over one of the nearby box-turned-seats. "That your gang?" He didnt try to pronounce it.

"Ngati Tumatauenga, yeah," the maori replied.

"What's it mean?"

Tane smiled a little, putting his bottle down. Leaning his strong forearms against the table. "Let me give you a history lesson," he said, Aaron feeling those eyes, strangely smooth again over his body. "Our people used to be warriors. We had a warrior culture. All members of tribes. We might be spread now, even as far out here as Bradford, but some of us still remember that. We don't see ourselves as a gang. Just another tribe. Just an urban tribe.

"Tumatauenga is the God of War. Because that's what it is like out here sometimes, surviving in this place," Tane gestured back towards the expanse of Bradford beyond the waters. "We took his name for our tribe name. Ngati Tumatauenga. Those of Tumatauenga. We're still warriors. We still part of a tribe, even if most of us have forgotten what our original tribe was."

"Your pretty up on your history," Aaron replied, unsure of what to say. He felt suddenly aware that he was wearing Tanes tribe leathers. He silently fantasized to belong. Like the members of Tanes tribe had found some where to belong.

"You got to know your roots, aye," said Tane, tugging a little at his baggy black tank top. It came free of his pants. "Know where your from. Its part of who you are. What about you? You know where your from?"

"No idea," Aaron replied. He tried to brush his ignorance off. "New York?" That smile wasn't there that Aaron had hoped for. Seen lighting Tanes handsome face. "What about you. You mentioned most of you don't remember your original tribes."

Tane swept his tank top up off his body, baring his stocky and muscular tones. Taking Aaron off guard somewhat. Making his cock throb suddenly, where it had finally dropped during the conversation so far. It had just become more comfortable within the unreasonable restrictions of his pants. His eyes drunk in the volumes that Tanes smooth, dark body spoke. All but forgetting what he was saying. Tane reached into the pocket of his jacket, taking out a lighter. A small pouch of some sort.

"Most of us don't. You got to know where your roots are. Look for them, even if you don't know what your looking for. You'll know what feels right when you find it."

Aaron nodded vaguely, taking in the hardness of Tanes chest as he leaned forward, dishing something out of the pouch, before laying it aside. Putting a rolled, short cigarette to his lips before struggling with the lighter. Aarons eyes moved slowly, greedily across the maoris chest. Taking in the darker spots of his nipples that crowned the beauty there. The fullness of his chest spreading to his powerful shoulders. Biceps that tightened and shifted with so much smooth grace with each slight movement. He found himself resting back on Tanes words for a description of his great form. An urban warrior.

"We're not too different, you and me," Tane commented, cupping his hand to light on the cigarette. Aaron smelt the thick scent. "You just need to find your roots. At least find somewhere to start."

"Well, if I can get myself into Bradford." Aaron lowered his eyes, feeling almost guilty at how much he took from seeing Tanes bared chest. It struck him as to why the maori had taken off his tank top. Perhaps it was hot, Aaron was sure he would have noticed in the thickness of his leathers.

"Well, I aught to be able to help you there," commented Tane. He took a long puff on his cigarette, offered it to Aaron. "You smoke?"

"Nah."

"Try a puff."

"Its not tobacco, is it?" Aaron dared ask.

"You telling me you grew up in Long Island and you never got a puff of this stuff?" Tane asked, cocking an eyebrow. That smooth smile danced over the maoris features again.

"I tried to stay away from it," replied Aaron. "My parents would have kicked my ass if they caught me trying that stuff."

Tane nodded suggestively at Aaron, the blunt still held out to him. "Your parents aint around to see you now. Try it."

Aaron wasn't sure why he reached out. Taking the blunt carefully between his thumb and forefinger. Probably for the same reason he hadn't turned down the beer. Why he forced himself to drink what little he had, in front of the ever staunch Tane. Perhaps some part of him was trying to be more like him. To match closer that mirror form he seemed to see before himself. The hints so obvious at the similarities of size and form. The deeper roots different, growing into vastly different pasts. Even if both of them shared some common ground. Perhaps part of it was to impress the hardened biker.

"Yeah why not."

Aaron put the blunt to his lips. Paused, then sucked. Feeling his throat and lungs fill almost instantly with the thick smoke as he swallowed a mouthful of it. Gasping and choking in a strong billow of that suffocating stink. He heard Tane laugh, something that caught him in a mix of surprise and slight anger, as he hacked hard in a desperate attempt to clear his lungs of the weeds smoke. Tane took the blunt from his right hand, still chuckling.

"Idea is not to swallow," he commented. "So you aint smoked anything before, aye bro."

"--No." Aaron all but wheezed. He caught Tanes smooth face, still smiling. Strangely lit. His lungs felt raw, his chest almost hot. He thumped his fist against it in an attempt to clear himself. Tane took a heavy drag of the blunt. Let it creep from his broad nose, still watching Aaron recover.

"You got a place to stay? When you get into Bradford?"

"Yeah, I got a cousin Im staying with--" Aaron coughed again. "Shit ... At least until I can get a place of my own. If I can afford it."

"Cool, bro," replied Tane. He passed the blunt back to Aaron, who shied almost instantly. Still regretting his first show of bravado. "Nah, try it again. This time don't swallow it."

Aaron took the blunt, eyeing it like some object of evil. Having already been burnt once, admitably through his own inexperience. He put the blunt to his lips again, watching as Tane watched him closely.

"Suck. Hold."

Aaron did as instructed, feeling the thick skunk fill his lungs. Holding as Tane told him. He watched Tane, saw the smile that spread across his lips. Lost himself for just a moment within the maoris brown eyes, as the smooth fire brewed within his lungs. The warmth that filled him from that slow look. Or was it whatever he was smoking? Aaron breathed out, more a sigh than anything else, lowering his eyes. Feeling the smoke pour from his mouth in a thick billow. Taken quickly by the drifts of the air.

"Another thing that was pretty much expected of me where I grew up," Tane said, taking the blunt back. "You did pretty good for your first time."

Aaron smiled, feeling the compliment warm him as much as the effects of the smoke. Tane stared back at him, quietly as both of them basked in the silence of the afternoon. The quiet lapping of the water filling Aarons ears. He looked back at the stocky maori, watching as he took another strong puff of the blunt. Held it within his chest. Tane looked him over again, a slow, suggestive glance that ran the length of his leathered upper body. Rising to linger up at his eyes and face. Aaron held the gaze, smiling. Warmed as Tane smiled back. Misting the space between them with another thick cloud of smoke, before it was carried in twisting eddies and swirls.

Tane pushed himself up from the crate, passing the blunt over to Aaron. The leathered guy took it, his eyes mesmerized momentarily by the shift and movement of Tanes upper body. There was a smooth beauty there, an unmistakable softness in the slow contours of his brown muscles. Yet below, a hardness that seem paradox to the rest. Tanes muscles seemed to dance before Aaron in the brief eternity in which the maori moved up from his seat. Stretching. Aaron glanced up at Tanes long, muscular arms.

His cock was cramping again, within the hug of his leather pants.

Tane wandered over towards the chain link fence. Aaron took a quick drag of the blunt again, his eyes playing over the thick muscles of Tanes neck, those that swept down his upper back. Tane locked his hands against the old rushed links, still clad in his finger less leather riding gloves. Aaron let the smoke carry naturally from his lungs, noticing the dark towers of the city in the distance beyond. Enough to drag his gaze from that which held him so captivated.

"Word of warning, bro," Tane said, breaking the silence of the dying afternoon. "When you get into Bradford. Look out for yourself. don't trust anyone, aye. Its a bad place to be."

"I trusted you," replied Aaron, more catching himself off guard with the realization. He wondered if he regretted those words.

"Yeah, you did."

Aaron rest himself back against the table, where he had turned on his crate to look at Tane. The maori was all but framed by the huge buildings. Black on a fading blue. The sight seemed terrifying for some reason. Tanes strong, almost hunched form. Hands grabbed on the chain link fence. Looking as much the urban warrior he professed to be. Staring in at that which seemed more menacing than the stares Aaron had taken from Tanes boys on the way in. It scared Aaron that Tane look almost too natural a part of the view. Trapped within the cities embrace. Even though he stared in from the outside.

"Not everyones going to be as cool as I've been," Tane said, turning his head back a little. "Just keep your head down in your books. Bradfords got too many dangers for someone who wanders out in it."

Aaron lowered his head a little. Sucked again on the blunt, more in a want to cover the nervous silence that seemed to hang and linger in those moments. He felt the full effects of the blunt hit him. He wondered how to take Tanes warning. Whether it was an honest attempt to help him out further. Aaron couldnt help feel like there was something deeper. Beyond the hard, often ungiving exterior of the gang member. An unmistakable something that loomed beyond, like the threatening size of Bradford loomed beyond the chain linked fence.

Aaron let the smoke carry out of his lungs after a moment. Tane seemed dead for words after his brief warning. It had taken what few Aaron could return as quickly. He contented himself to stare, as Tane stared. Like some living urban art. Aaron knew who saw the better picture, as the maori gazed empty beyond that of the city. Aaron let his eyes move down again over Tanes muscular back, smooth and dark. Down towards those hugging black leathers that covered his ass and thighs. Something of Aaron didnt like seeing Tane in his contemplative silence. As beautiful as he seemed there, a picture of hardness survived in the city.

Aaron stood up, crossing slowly to where Tane stood against the fence. He leaned back against one of the tall fence poles. Looking over at the maori, who still stared. He passed up the blunt, thinking it better to pass it on, rather than puff it into non existence. Aaron wanted to get rid of it, as much for his own safety. He already felt warm. More than comfortable in his firm leathers. The view without the backdrop of the city looked better too.

"Thanks bro."

Tane sucked in a lungful of the blunt, turning to lean back up against the fence too. Turning his back on the falling afternoon. As the depths of Bradford clawed at the last rays of afternoon light. Aaron noticed the glance, the same as all those many others. Slow. Playing lightly across the firmness of his attire. Tanes brown face lit briefly as his eyes fell down to about what Aaron guessed was his groin. He was still hard.

"How those leathers feeling to you, bro?" Tane asked, letting the smoke of his blunt linger from his mouth and nose. It was quickly devoured by the slightest of breeze.

Aaron almost blushed, "They feel pretty good. I don't think I do them as much justice as you do, " he added quietly.

"You do them justice," Tane replied. "You look like you were born to wear that sort of stuff."

Aaron felt his face flush a bit. Anything Tane said came across as totally blunt and honest. He couldnt interpret that comment as anything else, taking it as it was said. He lowered his head a little, not sure what to reply.

"You want to try the bike?"

"Huh?" Aaron glanced over, surprised.

"You want to see how it feels on the Harley?" Tane clarified. "You got the leathers on, you might as well go the full distance, aye."

Aaron tried to pick his words, Tane already snuffing out the end of the blunt on another of the fence poles. Putting a heavy hand on Aarons leathered shoulder. He felt the effects his touch had, as brief as it was. Tane nodding over to the garage, pushing himself away from the chain link fence.

"Come on. Let see how you like being in the drivers seat."

"I cant drive a bike," Aaron defended quickly. Tane was already over at the table, fishing up his jacket. Aaron didnt know why he was putting up blocks to the one place he had dreamed of being.

"So. Come on."

Aaron saw little choice but to follow, Tane already heading back inside. He felt his gut knot somewhat, his cock already more than hard again within his leathers. There was a giddy high running through him, unlike any that he had felt so far. Looking at it, sure that was fine. Feeling how it had on the back, his arms about Tanes body. Feeling it over with his eyes and hand while it stood there. All these seemed fine, albeit experiences that had confused and amazed Aaron. But this? What Tane was suggesting? Aaron felt his breath heavy within his chest as he followed the maori back inside.

What was it about that heavy black bike that had such a hold on him?

Tane dumped his jacket down over the back of the sofa. Flicking on a light as he headed back over to where Aaron was staring again at the hard curves of the Harley. His gaze played along the length of it again, taking in the deep blacks, the gleaming chrome that played the light in a dazzling shine.

"Theres something you cant explain about how it looks," Tane replied. "How it feels. You only know that when you riding it, out in the middle of no where. That right then is the closest your going to come to explaining it. And even then you got to be feeling it for yourself."

Aaron glanced at Tane, the maori looking at him already, straight back. He couldnt avoid what he saw before him. The thick, heavy weight. The poise in those smooth curves. The way those curves held the true essence of all that he felt for. Aaron felt Tanes hand on his shoulder again, his presence ever so closer. His voice was quieter when he finally spoke again.

"You just know it feels right," Tane noted quietly. His voice seemed close to Aarons ear, but he was still staring at the bike. "And fuck anything else. You want to see if it feels right for you? I think you a step closer to finding your roots, aye."

Aaron glanced back at Tane again, surprised slightly to find the maori standing almost right beside him. The closeness of his body as erotic as that of the Harleys. The two proof of a hole. One that Aaron had never known existed until he had felt both slowly moving to fill it. A passage that felt strangely familiar. Yet more than right. Guided by chance, or fate. Whatever movement that had seen him through these strange turn of events. He felt Tanes closeness, his breath. Smelt the hint of leather, and sweat that lingered about him. Aaron felt drawn to do more than share his breath, and presence.

"Take a seat, bro."

Aaron breathed in, steeling himself somewhat as he stepped towards the Harley. Feeling Tane never leaving his side. Close. Erotically so. His hand still on his shoulder. Firm, but not hard. He felt it linger lightly on his back as he swung his leg up over the bike, in a stretch of his leathers. Felt the heavy bike take his weight.

One slight movement and he was there.

It felt more than right.

Aaron marvelled silently, feeling his cock throbbing within his pants. His face flushed somewhat. Both he would have no doubt felt embarrassed about in the presence of another guy, but with Tane it seemed more than comfortable. Something that only intensified the power of the experience. Merely sitting. Feeling. Seeing. Aaron knew what he had been missing. Even if he had never felt its lack before having seen Tane and this bike for the first time this afternoon.

Tanes hand left his shoulder momentarily, Aaron already too consumed in seeing things how he had only wished he had. It had been more than liberating being behind the stocky maori, but to be where he had been. Even as it was. It felt like a position of power, of freedom, even without the movement. To be in control of all that which had aroused and thrilled Aaron beyond his dreams. To be in the seat of that control only rode him higher into the depths of his pleasure.

"Put these on, bro," Tane said.

Aaron took the gloves as Tane handed them over. Feeling his eyes along his body again. Settling into familiar patterns of place and movement. Its effect erotic, even if still a little nerving. Causing his face to flush in the assumed liberties taken. The almost accustomed glances and tight smiles.

He slipped his right hand into the depths of the heavy glove, working his fingers to the tips. Clenching. Feeling his breath rise with his pulse as he took in the sensations of the further covering. Quickly slipping on the other. Taking just a moment to feel his forearms and hands over, in the pretense of fitting them better. Feeling the draw it had on his sex as much as the hand that had returned to his shoulder.

"Right put your hands on the grips," Tane instructed. "Ill take you over what everything does."

"Ok," replied Aaron, taking another breath. Between the bike and Tane, it was hard going. He gripped the handles.

"Right hand here is the throttle," said Tane, still keeping his left hand on Aarons shoulder. He pointed with his right. Close to Aarons right side. "you want to increase the engine speed, you twist the throttle towards you."

Aaron nodded. "Yeah, got that." Tanes right hand rested briefly on his thickly gloved right hand, before tapping the right lever.

"This here is the front brake," Tane said.

"What about the rear brakes?"

"That's down here," Tane said, signaling.

Aaron glanced to his right foot, where the maori pointed. Noticing how Tane was now pretty much all but against him and the bike as he lead him through his lesson. Aaron felt his pulse rise as he saw the thick bulge in Tanes leathers, while glancing down. His eyes rose up to Tanes momentarily, seeing that easy glance that replied. The hint of a smile. The recognition. Tanes hand was back on his right again.

"Left handle don't do anything," Tane continued after a moment, pointing. "The left lever though is the clutch. Left foot down there on that side is gears. Tap up to change up through the gears, down to go down."

Aaron nodded, taking it all in. Trying to retain as much as he could, despite how fairly straight forward it was. Tanes presence and the fact of where he sat distracted him no end. He felt the poise of the bike beneath him, the way he felt weighted back in the seat. The maoris hand still lingering about his upper back. He could feel Tanes breath against his skin, the almost intoxicating sensations that it bought. His heart throbbed in his throat. His face hot, his body moreso, within the confines of the leathers.

"Keys in there, bro," said Tane. "Start it up."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, Im sure," Tane replied. "Go the distance, bro. This is your chance to find out if its as good as you think it is."

Aaron glanced at Tane, hot faced. Wondering if this sexual exchange was what he thought it was. If it was truly the advances they seemed, or part of Aarons feelings for the bike that caused him to feel this way. His eyes took in Tanes strong arm, still bare. His shoulder. Again those eye. The unmistakable arousal in them.

"Start it up. I know you wondering."

Aaron was. He wanted confirmation of what he already knew. What he had already experienced earlier on the back of this Harley. The mix of feelings and emotions that had left him almost drunk. Feeling the thrill of new found love. If this was truly love, this which he could barely explain. Had never felt before he had experienced it in part. Could do little more justice to the sensations now that he was in the seat. Only knowing that he wanted to go further. To feel further what he already knew lay ahead. Each turn as blissful and fulfilling as the first time masturbating. The first time cuming.

Aaron moved his right to the key.

"You look just like I did my first time, bro. I know how you feeling, aye."

Aaron felt the instant rumble. Heard it fill his ears. The vibration below him, through him. Through every part of the heavy bike beneath him. It was as much a part of him as any part of him. The way it powered within him. Through his already hard and throbbing penis. His sex ached in its hardness, the throbbing of the Harley beneath him only an extension of his feelings within. Aaron felt more than aroused. He felt alive with the sensations that carried through him.

"Well, rev it up a little, bro," Tane instructed. Aaron saw his smooth smile, his easy expression. Reaction to his own look of exhilaration and satisfaction.

Aaron twisted the right grip gently, feeling the engine climb beneath him. The bassy thunder filled his ears, filled his body. Becoming as necessary a part of him as the Harley he sat on. He let the engine revs fall back again, twisting. Then again. Thrilling to the sound of the engine. The control and power he had over it. He couldnt believe he was sitting where he was. Feeling what he was. Aaron bought his left hand down to the smooth black chrome of the petrol tank. Running his leathered hand down along it.

"Feels good, don't it bro," Tane said quietly. Aaron let the engine idle. A burbling, rumbling sound. Not sure if the maori was talking about how it felt where he sat, or how the smooth contour of the tank felt under his hand. He realized suddenly that he was caressing it slowly. Almost as if caressing his intense center where it beat just back from the tank.

"You look like you belong there," continued Tane. Aaron felt his hand come up on his left shoulder. Tanes body pressed against his somewhat. Aaron felt the sudden sexual thrill as the maori pressed his advance, putting his other hand on Aarons leathered arm.

"You were born to sit there bro, you just didnt know it till now," he said. Aaron shared the closeness of Tanes breath. Turned his head slightly. He was shaking. Beyond the rumble that carried through him from below. "But now you know."

"Yeah."

"You look good sitting there too."

Aaron was dizzy. He muttered quietly, the Harley rumbling in his ears. Tane close at his right. "You look good too."

"In all those leathers ..."

Tanes mouth lingered about his ear. Aaron could feel the heat of his words. Giving words to the burble of the bike, both speaking in as erotic a language. Playing across his senses, firing them in a thrilling blaze. Tanes closeness and touch completing that which the Harley beneath couldnt, in touch and movement. Yet each complimenting the other. Intensifying the nervous, horny platue which Aaron found himself sitting on. Staring into the endless planes of sensual sensation beyond.

"Sitting up on my Harley ..."

Tanes lips lingered at his ear, the touch completing the endless flirting that had preceded. The merest touch of Tanes skin against his making him wet within. His cock throbbing, boiling. Yet idling like the bike on which he sat. Tanes hand gripped on his bicep. His other moved onto his shoulder, rubbed it through the thickness of the leather there.

The maori kissed lightly at his ear. His voice filled with the erotic, heavy tones of his arousal.

"I know you feel the same as me, bro. I know you just like me. You know it too. Now you sitting there and feeling it too for yourself, you know it too."

"Yeah ..."

"I wouldn't let anyone mount my Harley but I saw how you looked at it," Tane kissed again at Aarons ear. His face was burning hot. "You looked at it like I look at it."

"It just looks so ... big ..." Aaron struggled with his words. He felt Tanes hand move down his arm, grip over his right hand. The engine revved between his thighs, the thunder filling him again. It subsided slowly. "... strong ..."

"... yeah, bro ... real strong ..."

Tanes lips kissed at his cheek. His arm up about his back. Surrounding his body in the maoris firm masculinity. Aarons words were growing breathy. As his lips lingered closer. His head turned back slowly.

"... heavy ..."

"Just go with it ..."

"Tane ..."

Aaron felt his lips press with Tanes, the sudden exhilaration of their contact. The strong kiss that followed, almost feverish. Aarons fist tightened on the handle, revving slightly as Tanes tongue pushed into his mouth. Filling him with a wet warmth that he craved more of. Tane working hard against him, moaning quietly as he took deeply of Aaron. And Aaron took as much of him in return. The bike still throbbing deeply between his thighs. His sex becoming more intensely hard with each passing second. A time metered only by the sounds of the Harley. The soft moans.

Aaron found his hips were already thrusting somewhat. His left hand locked onto the side of the petrol tank. Partly to steady himself as Tane continued to kiss, almost overbearing now in his enthusiasm. Partly to feel that which he longed for. That which felt right, in so many contexts. The thick leather of his glove held tight to the black metal, his fingers tightening as Tanes tongue pushed again into his mouth. When the maori finally pulled from his lips, his eyes were filled with a drunken arousal. Conveying an understanding. A recognition of experience and sensation.

Aaron have never known he was alone until he had discovered he wasn't.

Tanes gloved right hand slipped into the front of Aarons jacket, his lips again tasting of his. Kissing then at his face, his right hand exploring deep within the heavy jacket. A passage of firmness that complimented the one beneath him, as Tane continued to rub and feel within the take of his jacket. Aaron bought his own hand up, placing it against the naked side of the maoris body. Feeling the thickened stroke of his hand, of leather against the smoothest of brownness. The pleasure filled moan that it illicited from Tane, still kissing softly at his neck.

"The leather feels good, aye bro."

Aaron nodded, then found the words that caught trapped in his throat. "Yeah ..."

"Rub me a little more like that."

Aaron was more than happy to, his hands taking in what he wished his eyes could. The thick leather of his glove preventing the true sensation of the gliding contours below, yet there still in suggestion. A loss more than made up for by the slow eroticism that Tane was taking from the touch. That Aaron felt in the maoris lips, moving still about his neck. His breath hot. Eager. Aaron bought his hand up across Tanes strong, muscular back. His eyes finally seeing the thick muscles of his body. The strength in his arms as they held him. Explored him further. As Tanes mouth explored his neck. Their positions made more difficult by the bike, yet it being the one thing Aaron would not have removed from the situation.

Aaron felt Tane began to tug at his wifebeater. Forward in his desire to explore. Feel. Taste. Share. Aarons hips moving softly, yet firmly. Bucking gently against that which still throbbed between his thighs. Aaron moaned loudly as Tanes hand drifted lightly over his groin. The big maori stopped briefly to work at the leather there, an action that made Aaron blush hotly again. Tane looked up as his hands moved to loosen his belt, smiling smoothly. Reassuring with glance as Aaron steadied himself again.

"You wondering which is making you more hard?" Tane asked quietly, his lips close. Aaron thought heard the buzz of his fly even over the idling of the Harley.

"You or the bike?"

Tane smiled more fully, strong with the hint of intoxication. "Or the leather you wearing."

Aaron chuckled nervously, something that lost quickly to a softer moan as his penis sprung free from the restriction that had loosened about his groin. The tight leather of his pants giving free his most hardest muscle. Tane laying back his pants to let the heavy shaft of his dick stand more natural. Aaron smelling the thick scent of his sex. The wetness that still beaded at his tip, even free of the grabbing pleasure of the biker pants. Exposing himself fully to Tane. And to the bike.

"So which is it?" Tane insisted. His lips pecked again lightly at Aarons. Aaron kept the bike steady with his left, letting the big maori face him somewhat. Tanes leathered hand lingered about his thick cock.

"I aint about to choose one," he replied. "Right now they all feel better than anything I've had yet."

Tane smiled, his lips pressing again at Aarons. Aaron welcomed the smooth expression, as much as it seemed almost out of place. The occasional part smiles, that had blossomed quickly into the fuller, more budding expressions of affection. They seemed foreign to Tanes hardness. His blunt ways. Perhaps he was enjoying the moment while he could. Aaron wondered if he was taking as much of this as he was. If the experience was as strong and sensual for him, even in some small part. His smile looked warm. As if he had heard what he needed to enjoy this the most. Aaron saw the raw want that filled his eyes.

"Don't do nothing, bro," Tane said, his hand gripping about Aarons engorged pole. His lips pressing feverishly at his again. Aaron felt his heavy, hot breath. "Just sit there and enjoy it while you can. While you still got it."

Aaron did as Tane suggested, feeling the pleasure hitting him strongly. The smooth sensuality of everything that held and grasped him. That drenched his every sense in what was. What he had longed for without knowing. A completeness and correctness that he felt for the first time in his life. As the smells, sounds, and feelings massaged softly at his very soul. Taking him into a realm of luxury his body and mind had never felt. Tanes hand firmly working his cock, the rumbling of the Harley beneath him doing just as much to further his gratification there. He felt alive. Strong. Basking in the strength of his pleasures.

Tanes sexual advances hit with a new strength as he took him again at the mouth. Pushing his tongue in deep, as Aaron felt his hand work open his own pants. Free his own sexual desire in a new high that washed over his mouth. Aarons hips thrust at the fist grasping it. His heavy gloved hand steading himself against Tanes thick body. Not grasping or experiencing in any smooth passion, but gripping as he felt the same animal lusts swell within him. Supplied by the overbearing dominance that Tane forced upon his lips, fueled by the still deep rumble of the Harley idling under him. Aaron pushed back, feeling the moan of pleasure against his lips as he did so. He felt Tane moving rhymically, his leg pressed hard against his.

Aaron mimicked the same strokes, up against Tanes firm fist. Feeling his cock burn with need. A want to copulate somehow with all that he felt about him. An unableness to describe or explain, or even know how. Fueled by a need to become more sexually one. To return the powerful urges that Aaron felt building within him. His powerful human instincts to mate and join flowing so naturally within his every strong muscle, as bike and gang member worked against him. With him. Stroking. Kissing. Caressing with the vibrations that filled him. All three moving smoothly in the act of one.

Aaron groaned at the feeling of the leather surrounding his throbbing strength. Tried to angle himself a little better as Tane continued moving against him. With him. His mouth celebrating the passion shared. For a moment Aaron felt the hefty shaft of Tanes thick cock against his leg. Smelt the thick scent that filled the air with that of the bike. Sweat. Leather. Still moving with the powerful motions of his desires and needs.

Taking while he had the chance to experience every throbbing, rumbling part of that which made love to him.

Tanes mouth dropped suddenly, pulling from Aarons own. Aaron moaned in anticipation, realizing what the maori intended as he took his hand off his cock. Steadied himself more fully against the bike. Aaron could see the bareness about Tanes groin. The thick, dark patch of hair that mimicked the darkness of his pants. The heavy shaft of his blunt, uncut cock as it strove up from his opened leathers. Aaron felt a sudden pang of guilt take him as he saw the eagerness of Tanes movement. Could still feel that of his strong thrusts against the Harley. He seemed so sure. So full of passion and need. Without the brief wants for justification that came to Aarons mind. Silenced suddenly by the decent wetness over his cock.

Aaron resigned himself to the more typical pleasure of sex that surrounded him. The more than attractive shape and stroke of Tanes thick muscles. The maoris eagerness to take his cock only further increased his wants. Intensified the feelings of strength and virileness lent to him by the thick tightness about him. The powerful, heavy Harley that rumbled beneath him. His mind swum with the sensations about him, as Tanes mouth worked slowly, firmly up and down his shaft. The most blunt of sexual simulations, in a world which Aaron had discovered of many more.

Aaron saw Tanes world then. In all its fullness. Only knowing that it filled him like nothing had. With a desire that burned more passionately than any.

Aaron wanted this. No matter what the cost.

Aaron felt Tanes hand slide up under his jacket. His mouth moving hotly, again, down his pounding cock. Aarons gloved hand gripped at Tanes thick neck and shoulders. He wished the maori and his bike as one. Each an extension of the other. In a totality that Aaron wanted for his own. A completeness where he had seen no lacking. Now he saw it. His body filling with the same animal lust that he had seen in Tanes eyes when he had told him that he couldnt choose which of these pleasures completed him most.

Aaron gripped tightly. Drove the engine beneath him higher as his own fuels boiled within him. His hips thrusting as well upwards as they could. To meet that warm mouth that greeted his cock. Tanes mouth as pleasurable and warm as that with filled his ears, thundered between his thighs with each strong twist. He longed in hard sexual desire those thick brown muscles, as much as the smooth curves of the Harley beneath him. A threesome that Aaron had never imagined could happen.

Aaron pulled roughly at Tanes neck, all but shoving him up off his aching cock as he felt his peak boil closer to fruition. Angling himself to better complete his thrusts. How he longed to feel them. Feeling the cool press of metal, almost instantly. Chilling his burning hot cock. Tanes hand worked under him, pressed his long organ down against the body of the Harley as Aaron thrust. His desire caught between two lovers. The leathered push of Tanes guiding hand trapping him down on the cool, ungiving black metal of the tank. Both as real and as arousing as each other. Aarons eyes wide as he stroked and fucked, groaning in the powerful sensations of his flooding climax. A passage aided by the wetness that still swelled over from his head.

"Yeah bro, fuck yeah ..." Tanes hot voice mirrored his own. A tight thrill and excitement of realization. "Go hard out, bro."

Aaron fucked against the tank, feeling the warm, gripping pull of his balls against the leathered seat. His eyes widening. Lowering momentarily to take in the sight of his thick member against the black. The thunder of the engine revved again through his hardness there. An arousal as strong as that created by any other partner as attractive to his eyes. Aaron saw the crude bluntness of Tanes own cock against the tank. As the maori shared his passions and lover with him. Both stroking, gasping. Moaning as their desires boiled over, hot and thick. Showering their third partner with strong ropes of their seed.

Aaron felt the exhaustion hit him as his dick finally slowed. He felt the hot touch of Tanes cum on his head, where it had splashed in the heavy passions of their lovemaking. The Harley rumbled beneath him still. Idling in Aarons post orgasmic bliss. Streaks of his and Tanes cum run down the smooth contour of the heavy tank, as Aaron breathed heavily. Saw the weary look in Tanes own eyes as he stepped away from the bike to get something from the back of the bike. Aarons eyes dropped slightly as he saw the maoris cock. As thick and hefty as his own. Uncut. Seemingly the same as his, if only in shape and size.

"Always got to be prepared, aye bro," Tane said, holding up a cloth.

Tane turned the bike off, something that Aaron felt in a stark loss. Like a sudden death within him. He felt the gentle rubbing on his softening cock as Tane cleaned off his cock, then his own. The maori zipped himself up, making Aaron feel as if he should do the same. He sat where he was on the Harley, as Tane began to carefully clean up the rivulets of cum splashed against the tank. Aaron didnt want to lose the sensations. The feelings he felt sitting where he was astride the big bike. He felt like a kid, doing his best to prolong a ride. Aaron watched as Tane went over the black tank with a painstakingly close eye. Looking for any last trace of their cum. Aaron was sure it was because of his care for the bike, more than anyone finding out what they had did.

"Its getting pretty late, aye," commented Tane, as he finished the task. "Ill go see where your cars at."

Aaron nodded, a little put out by the sudden change in atmosphere. The incredible down after an dizzying high. Tane put the cloth back in the back of the bike, giving Aaron a brief nod as he headed over to the door once again.

"Wait here, bro."

Part of Aaron was more than happy to. Alone here with this huge bike. He ran his gloved hand up along the once again, spotless black tank. The experiences he had felt were almost overbearing in their totality. They surrounded and buried him within a world that he never wanted to leave. Alone here in this old building, who knows where, or how far from Bradford and the world that he had known so well before he had come here. And now to be alone atop a gang members Harley. In his leathers. Realizing his passion for all of them. There was so much that he wanted to ask. Wanted to find out before it was too late. And Aaron could feel the inevitable end looming darkly before him.

With more than a bit of regret, Aaron swung himself up off the Harley. Thinking it better that he don't stay on it until Tane got back. Something of himself felt reserved at the idea, despite the incredibly forward way he had expressed his wants but moments before. His mind still swum with the truths that he had carried out. The thoughts that had turned to realities. The realities that he knew he didnt have alone. His own blunt wants turning to actions that were mated with Tanes. He wondered quietly how often Tane did what he himself was surprised to have done. And enjoyed so deeply. Aaron wondered what it would be like to live where that pleasure was so ready and accessable.

Feeling a thirst, Aaron went back outside to get the two beers, still half finished on the table. He saw the dark cloak of night pulling over the distant towers. How long had he spent on the Harley with Tane? Had time passed that quickly? Already the tiny jewels of light began to blossom on the urban horizon. Seductive in their simple beauty, yet deadly in their own silent ways. Aaron remembered the warning that Tane had given him. Thought to himself if Bradford could be all as bad as what he saw before him. The day dying finally about him. The towers claiming yet another night.

Aaron saw the huge monolith of one building, towering tall above all the others. It seemed to stare straight back at him.

Aaron headed back inside, putting the bottles down to try and find other light switches. The light of the garage section cast a warm glow over the remaining living area. Aaron searched in the silence, only finding a bedside lamp, which he turned on. He went back over to his beer, somewhat warm, but better than nothing. He dumped himself back down on the sofa. Enjoying the rest that it gave him. The comfort of the leathers still firm embrace. Aaron knew he was going to regret taking these off when he had to. Hoped that he could somehow make this moment last a little longer. He was already working at ways to get his own. Wondering if perhaps he could fund both his college education and getting a bike like Tanes.

Aaron heard the quiet beat of music somewhere back in the building as he sipped the beer. Grimaced heavily before downing a little more. Not minding it if it was what Tane liked. Putting the piss tasting beer aside and resting back. As the quiet and relaxation of the night began to take him, he heard the rest of the sounds he had missed in his erotic highs of sex. If that was what it was called. Aaron thought on what it would be called, to explain his feelings. Suddenly realized, yet feeling better for it that he wasn't the only.

The sounds of Tanes return came to Aarons ears easily. He sat back up a little, glanced over at the door as Tane entered. Locked it heavily behind him. Aaron signaled over at the beer, not sure of what to say in light of Tanes sudden change of mood. Aaron thought it best not to read too much into what had happened. Two more than horny young men doing what it took to satisfy their urges. He saw Tane nod, walk over and take up the beer. Drinking heavily of it. Still as staunch and hard as he always was.

"News aint so bad on your car, bro," Tane noted. He wandered over, beer in hand. Aaron couldnt help but be distracted by his stomach and chest, even though sex was well and truly done. "Seems like the radiator just took some bad hits or something. My boys got it all patched up for you, and its holding water ok. don't think theres any other damage done."

"Thanks man," smiled Aaron. "I still owe you."

"Nah, its cool," Tane dismissed briefly, in his usual way. He took a moment to pull on his jacket. Smooth and slow against his bare skin. Aaron stared forward a moment. "Just helping you out, bro. I know you'd do the same."

Aaron nodded, wondering if perhaps he should change. Get on his way. As much as he hated to. He prepared to push himself up from the sofa.

"You want some pizza?" the maori asked. He was already over at the small fridge. "You probably got a bit of the munchies after that and the smoke."

"Yeah I am sort of hungry," Aaron replied. He relaxed back down in the sofa again for the moment. He hated how it felt to be lingering on leaving. Tane seemed happy in him being there, perhaps he wasn't intruding.

"Its leftovers," Tane said, dumping the plate and its short stack of pizza slices into the microwave.

"No problems," chuckled Aaron. "I aint eaten since this morning. I haven't drunk anything either."

Tane quirked him a slight smile as he headed over to the stereo. The CDs that were stacked neatly beside it. He pointed over briefly at the bottle of beer. "Don't like that shit, huh? You should have said. I got some Coke in the fridge if you want that."

"You mind?"

"Shit no, help yourself. I might still have some glasses over there, else just drink it out of the bottle."

Aaron pushed himself up from the sofa, as Tane put a CD into the stereo. It was hip hop, but Aaron didnt recognize the artist. The accent sounded similar to Tanes. Smooth, heavy tones. He caught a few foreign words that confirmed his guesses, as he opened up the fridge and took out the bottle of Coke. Tane let out a smooth groan behind him as he relaxed back onto the other sofa. Put his heavy booted feet up on the low table of crates. He drunk a little more on his beer.

"So ... ah ..." Aaron tried to choose his words carefully. Wanting to at least get some of the burning questions off his chest while he could. While he was still around Tane. "How'd you know I liked ... that is would have liked ... shit."

"Its cool," Tane smiled slightly. "I know what you saying. How I know you wanted to do that?"

Aaron nodded. 'That'. Not really a good word to explain any of what he felt. "Yeah, how did you know."

"I didnt, bro," Tane replied bluntly. "I saw the way you were looking at my Harley when I pulled up though. You weren't looking like you were happy that someone had come save you from being broken down out there."

"How'd I look," asked Aaron with a slight smile. He sipped at the Coke, enjoying it a lot more than he had the beer.

"Like I did when I saw my first Harley. Back when my dad first bought his home," Tane replied quietly. "You looked like me then, bro. Like a little kid with his first crush." Tane sipped at his beer again, Aaron smiling.

"Yeah, I suppose I did look a little like that," he replied. "What about the rest? You knew just from how I looked there?"

"Nah. I knew that's what I wanted when I first saw my first Harley. I knew I wanted to do the stuff I ended up doing. I couldnt explain it. I didnt even bother explaining it. I just knew what it felt like. When I finally got to ride, I knew I didnt need to," Tane sipped his beer again, rested the bottle in his lap. "I suppose that's what first love is like, aye?"

"Yeah, something like that. Except I don't think your bikes going to leave you," Aaron replied, the hint of bitterness in his voice. He heard the sound of the microwave, the strong smell of reheated pizza.

"Nah, bro. Easier maintenance than some girl too."

Aaron chuckled at what he was sure was Tanes dry attempt at humor. He took a swig of his Coke again in the silence that followed. Feeling the nerves knotting in his gut. He said lowly, "Fuck, I don't even know what to say, man. You know how I felt. I did what I was thinking. I didnt even think I would do something like that. I mean, with you making me wear your leathers, and then making me get up on your bike ... I mean ..."

"Don't try explain it, bro," Tane finished his beer, glancing over at the microwave. He pulled himself up, taking the plate out, putting it down on the crates. "Some things you don't need to explain. Just do what feels right."

"Yeah, I suppose. Thanks though," Aaron replied quietly. Tane was already taking up a pizza slice. Sitting back down.

"I told you its cool."

"No I mean ... making me wear this stuff," Aaron pointed out, still quiet. "Letting me try out your bike."

"Its cool."

"The leathers. You didnt make me wear them cause Id fit in, though right? I mean I haven't seen any of your boys around here at all, let alone got a bad look from any of them," Aaron said. He saw the look Tane gave. Smooth still, slightly contemplative. Even if a little dark.

"I knew you'd like how they felt," Tane replied bluntly. "You did right?"

"Yeah I did," Aaron pushed a little further. "That wasn't the only reason right?"

Tane took his time on his mouthful of pizza. Replied finally with a bluntness that told Aaron it was his final answer, "I knew you'd like how they felt. that's it, bro."

Aaron nodded, feeling a little uncomfortable at having pushed the issue. "Thanks anyway, I mean, if I hadn't have worn them, I wouldn't have known. Probably would have spent the whole time here wondering." Aaron stared at Tane, watching him eat on his pizza slice. He knew it would be out of place to comment on how nice he looked in his leathers. His bare chest beneath the jacket looked more than nice.

"Im just happy I helped you find your roots," Tane replied. "At least some of them. Eat up."

Aaron did as Tane said, regretting that he had to take off his gloves to get a slice of the pizza. He lost himself in the music for a moment. The warmth and quenching taste of the pizza. Reminding himself of how hungry he was. How long it had been since he had eaten. Before him, the light night air still played with the curtains. Stars had begun to fill the sky. All of which were lost to Aaron. His mind filled with far more questions and feelings than there were stars there within the windows.

"You probably wont make it back to Bradford tonight," stated Tane, finishing his pizza finally. "I can give you directions, but it'll be a bitch following them in the dark."

"Ok," Aaron wasn't too sure what to make of that. He let Tane continue.

"If you want to stay here the night, your welcome, bro."

"That be ok?" Aaron wasn't sure if he wanted to. He felt a little uncomfortable, not so much from what had happened, but the iciness that had followed. He felt like perhaps he might have been intruding.

"Yeah, its cool," replied Tane in his ageless reply. "Probably better, you'd probably get lost heading back. Bradford aint to hot on its roading. Aint laid out really that well this side of things."

Aaron nodded, downing some of his pizza. He used his full mouth as an excuse not to say what he wanted. To make polite thanks and say that perhaps he should be on his way. Despite the friendly gesture, Aaron wondered if staying over was for the same reasons as him putting on the leathers. Ones that Tane wouldn't give on to. Somewhat honest in their intention, yet still slanted somewhat. He could make obvious guesses at why Tane would want him to hang around, but even then, Aaron wasn't so sure.

"Yeah, ok," he replied finally.

"Good. I can give you directions in the morning," Tane stated. "You can get into Bradford then."

"Thanks man," replied Aaron. "I know I've had a pretty rough day. Think I wouldn't like driving more as it is."

"Cool, then its all worked out."

Aaron let the peace fall again on them both. Basking in the quiet tones of rap that filled his ears. The way that the lamp beside him lit Tane in a soft warmth. Even if his hormones hadn't been racing entirely because of Tanes presence before, they were still fired and awake now. And more than admiring of Tanes appearance. The way that the light played across his brown, smooth features. Hinted at the deep muscle of his chest in the shadows of his jacket. There was something about Tane that made him look so natural and at home in those leathers. Like Aaron couldnt see him in any other clothes.

"Am I the only guy you ever met that likes bikes," Aaron asked, bluntly. Finding the courage somewhere. "Like that, that is."

"Yeah."

"You never tried to find out if any of your boys are like that?" questioned Aaron. "You have many bikes in your gang?"

"Like that? You know just cause someone likes bikes, don't mean they are gay, bro." the reply was blunt. Sharp.

Aaron flushed hotly at the remark, stumbled on his reply. "No, I mean like them as in ... the stuff we did."

"Yeah I know what you mean," Tane remarked. There didnt seem to be any anger in his reply. Just Tane laying it down like it was, like he always did. Aaron didnt want to press if he liked guys. Maybe it was all the bike.

"How come you never looked for other guys like that?" Aaron asked, as the probable answer hit him quickly. He regretted asking. Maybe because he didnt like guys.

Tane simply shrugged. "Im cool. I don't need to know other guys like that. Im cool with how things are."

"I didnt mean to imply anything," Aaron said, trying to patch things up. It was shaping up to be a rough evening in. He lowered his voice a little. "I know that now I know I like doing what I did, Im going to want to do more of it. Would be cool knowing a guy who felt the same. Its all pretty freaky really ... Like not normal."

"You got to forget what shit people are going to think, aye," Tane replied. He relaxed back on the sofa, looking truly unphased by the whole ordeal. At least that's what it felt like to Aaron. "Plus, whose going to find out?"

Aaron shrugged, tried to smile a little. "I don't know. I know I want to buy a bike now though. Certainly want to get me some of these." Aaron motioned to the jacket. The pants. "Man I don't even know the first thing about bikes."

"You know how to drive a car. You should pick up riding a bike ok," commented Tane, glancing over at Aaron. "Just take it one step at a time, aye."

"Yeah, you right." Aaron shook his head a little in disbelief. He pondered quietly.

Aaron glanced up, mainly because of the silence. Partly to look at Tane again. He saw him staring back at him. Not so hard a glance that Tane often shot. His expression looked almost concerned, something that took Aaron a little off guard. He could see the look in Tanes brown eyes. That he could see what Aaron was going through. With all his thoughts and feelings, and questions. Perhaps because, even though he didnt admit to them, he'd had all the same questions himself. That strange, paralyzing sense of not knowing what fitted where, what questions to ask. Why he was feeling what he was feeling.

"I know its pretty scarey first off," Tane said, after a moment. "But just remember that you got to do what you feel. Don't give a fuck what people think. You aint alone in liking it, anyway, aye."

Aaron nodded quietly. Tane pointed out in a lower tone. "You know me. So you know you aint the only one. Just take it as it comes."

Aaron nodded and smiled. Stopped himself from thanking Tane again. A ritual that both knew intimately, well rehearsed. His words seemed to put him at ease a little. Steady him in a strange and new world where he was just taking his first steps. Discovering at every turn a new feeling. A new emotion. Scrambling for the words to explain what he felt. Aaron still felt no end to the questions he felt within him, but he felt more at ease with what was.

"You want to know how that thing works, bro?" Aaron glanced up, caught by Tanes sudden, strong words. "How the engine works and shit?"

"Yeah!" Aaron smiled in his enthusiasm. Anything to get him back near that bike.

"C'mon," Tane replied, pulling himself back up from the sofa. "Ill try and explain it all for you."

Aaron felt more happy with himself and his thoughts as he spent the time with Tane. The maori spent the time carefully explaining the basics of how a bikes engine worked. Taking each step in turn. Pointing it out on the Harley. Explaining each exposed part in turn, and giving him more than enough history on the bike in general. Aaron couldnt help but notice the way Tane seemed different about the bike. More lighter. More at ease with life. As if it was the one thing that he could trust. Where he could let down his hard and staunch guard for just a moment. Aaron basked in the smooth, warm smiles that seemed to fill Tanes features as he continued to explain. Seemingly more than happy doing so.

The hours seemed to pass quickly. Aaron wasn't sure what the time was when Tane had gone over the workings for a second time. The stocky maori seemed more than happy to talk, and Aaron just as happy to hear it. The two complimenting each other in a fluid smoothness that let the idle hours slide by. Almost brisk seeming hours of question and explanation. Aaron letting himself rest in the understandings of operation, rather than the questions of sexual feeling and motion.

despite that Aaron still felt the sexual urges that accompanied his yearnings to understand the operations of that which held him in such sensual rapture. That which charged him still throughout the eager discussions and conversations. Both of them sharing the same love, newly discovered or not, with the same passion. Something in itself that endeared Aaron to Tane even more. despite his knowledge that what had happened may not have been what he thought it was. Sensing at the same times the effects that the closeness to the Harley were having on him were shared all to much by the strong maori. Aaron warming at the occasional glances he could take of Tanes chest. The way his leather worked across his tight, thick body. Aaron spent most of the time aroused. At least partly hard within the confines of his own.

Aaron did his best not to let the time show in his eyes. despite how quickly it seemed to slide by, Aaron still felt its hours within his eyes. The ache in his body. The way that his leathers were beginning to feel heavier on him. As much as they only worsened his tired state, Aaron didnt want to take them off. He felt happy in them. Different somewhat. More than comfortable. Before long he found himself sitting on the ground next to the bike, following Tanes careful words and explanations. It didnt take too many yawns, which Aaron was too slow to catch, for the big maori to notice.

"You want to hit the sack, bro?"

"Yeah, Im starting to feel pretty tired," Aaron replied.

Aaron pulled himself up to his feet, Tane giving him a strong hand up. He noticed the way that Tane lingered. Kept his firm grip on his. The way that his eyes seemed to flirt quickly across his body, lightly. The thought of Tanes muscular form, still shadowed under that heavy jacket, still weighed on Aarons mind. He quickly dismissed the glances. Though still smooth and as strong as when he had first seen Tane look him over, when he had dropped his trunks to put on his leathers. Aaron regretted not asking whether Tane liked it with guys, yet at the same time knew it would be out of place to ask. And as quickly dismissed by the strong maori who had more than answered that question with his staunch looks and hard countenance.

Aaron let his eyes fall away from Tanes muscular stomach, snatching final glances as he pulled his hand away. He noticed the reaction it got from Tane, who stood silent a moment longer, before turning off the light to the garage section of the old building. Casting Tanes form into deep shadow.

"You look pretty tired, aye."

Aaron nodded, feeling a little uncomfortable again. Had it been this that had attracted Aaron so much? The looks, the flirting glances that Tane seemed to so freely play across his body. Or was it the bike? Aaron felt confused at the intentions. At what it was that had truly aroused him given this situation. Tanes manner seemed strange. If on one hand playing with him visually, running his gaze like strokes across his strong body. Then on the other being as hard and staunch, and standoffish as the rest of the hardened boys Aaron had seen growing up. Sure of what he wanted. Strong enough to take it.

If only Aaron knew what it was Tane truly wanted.

Aaron followed Tane back into the living area, the solitary bedside lamp casting its warm light over the surrounds. Tane pulled back the netting that hung down over the bed. Aaron wondered momentarily if they had a problem with biting insects out here. He wondered what it would truly be like living in Bradford. Starting anew in a new town. Tane nodded at him briefly.

"Lie down. Im just going to get some blankets."

Aaron nodded, more than happy to rest a while. He let himself fall into the soft luxury of the double bed. Strictly made, otherwise well past it years, but proving more than comfortable as Aaron felt it take his weight with soft hands. He heard the door close over, realizing he was alone again. Thinking with a groan how he was going to have to somehow get himself out of these leathers. As much as they were arousing to him, they seemed to hinder him when he thought of the rest he needed. Laying face up on the bed, it was an effort that would be like moving worlds to him right now.

Aaron lost himself in the silence of the night. It seemed quiet, only the sounds of crickets filling the air lightly outside. The rest of the big building seemed strangely quiet. Laying stretched out on the bed, still in his full leathers, Aaron didnt really want to have to get up. It had been a long day. Almost too long, if not more than strange. All that he had experienced, he felt within the fatigue within his stocky white muscles. It was going to take a while to recover, more than just resting. To sort out everything that he had discovered.

Aaron felt himself fall in and out of sleep, steeling himself at one point to rise and at least start pulling off his gear. When he next stirred into some semblance of awakened state, it was because he felt a new weight about him. He moaned lightly as he felt the soft, yet firm stroke of a hand, working up along the side of his wifebeater. The heavy body above him.

"Tane ..."

Aaron pulled himself more awake as he saw the maori on all fours above him. His hand still gliding slowly writhing the weight of his jacket. Pulling it open somewhat on his stocky chest. Tanes eyes were slow, moving where his hand moved. Taking in all that he could feel. Aaron felt every part of that stroke, slow and gradual. Moving down over his heavy groin as it began to beat up again within the tightness of his pants.

"I know you've been looking at more than just my bike."

Aaron breathed out slowly, wondering where this was taking him. despite the highly sexual nature of their positions. Of Tanes hand that began to rub slowly down the leather of his thigh. He stared up at the ceiling above him, seeing nothing. Wondering if Tane wanted what he had thought he had wanted all this time. Since they had first looked at each other in those slow ways. Those lingering stares that had progressed into kissing and more atop Tanes rumbling Harley. Only to have Aaron wonder if perhaps it had been the heat of the moment. The rise that the bikes closeness had put in both of them. Two straight young men, taking advantage of hormones and moment.

Tane was more than hard to read. Solitary and alone in his staunch hardness. Those thick leathers protecting him from more than the road.

"You want this," Tane said, his breath heavy. Aaron felt him move down, kiss at his neck a little, where he could. Aaron wasn't sure if it was a question. He wasn't sure of the answer. "I know you feel good in those leathers, aye bro. You look good."

"You look good in yours."

Aaron moaned as Tanes hand continued to explore down the length of his muscled thigh. Working at the thick second skin that was the blackness of the leather there. His cock was stiff and cramped again within the grip of his pants. Aaron could smell the sex, the bike still lingering on Tane. Reminded of the smooth smell of leather as he heard it creak softly. Tanes tight body moving over him still. His hands roaming the contours of his leather clad form.

"Then do what I know you want to, bro," Tane said quietly. "I don't have to sleep on the sofa. We can stay in our leathers all night."

Aaron breathed heavily as Tanes words followed quickly with kisses at his neck. Pulling back the thick hold of his leather there to pepper his smooth skin with his strong lips. Aaron let his own hands wander up across Tanes strong back, encased in the firmness of the leather there. His hands feeling the contours of his gang patch. That which only made his stern counternance all that more hard. Yet defied by what he was doing right now. Atop another male. Kissing softly at his neck. His hands roaming over the tight take of his leathered body.

"I know you want to do it," justified Tane quietly."I hung out so long to try it."

Aaron guessed with breathy pants what it was Tane was talking about. What he felt within him most of the time he had been here. Wearing the gang members bike leathers. Part of what he had felt atop his Harley. The strong lust for that which held him so fully. The way he had looked at it about Tanes tight body. He had explored in his mind what he had wanted to with his hands. To know what it felt to feel another within the take of those heavy black gears. His felt his hardened sex throbbing, wet somewhat as he felt the lusts again running through him.

"You sure you want to do this?" Aaron asked, not knowing why he had. Still feeling perhaps that Tane was doing it for him. His mind confused at the motives if Tane was as straight as he had assumed.

"You ask too many questions, bro. Just go with it."

Aaron was already slowly exploring Tanes back. His hands feeling the firm warmth of Tanes jacket as he moved lower. Before had been a brief encounter. Short. Driven by lusts and hormones, a powerful cocktail. Now was different. Without the Harley there. Within the freedom within Tanes double bed, the context was more than the brief experience of the flesh they had shared. Twined within the hold of the Harleys thick metal curves. Male and machine mating slowly, deeply. Here there was no bike. It was just Tane and him, despite the leathers. Tane was asking for sex, not some shared experience with that which held them both in the tightness of high passions.

Aaron felt nervous about it. despite the want to explore more. To feel Tanes firm body within those leathers. This was a guy. And he was on top of him. Feeling him take him with the strong passions he had felt riding against the Harley.

Tanes hands continued to stroke across him, Aaron eventually putting his strong arms up about the maoris body. Hearing the creak of the leather as its smell filled his senses. The closeness of it. That of Tane as his tight body lay atop and along his own. Tanes mouth met with his momentarily, his tongue diving into the wet depths of his mouth. Taking what little resistance Aaron had had to this point. Filling him with an undenignable arousal. Aaron ran his hand over Tanes head, dragging his blue bandanna off. Exposing his thick, yet short crop of hair. His short sides and back, shaved close.

He kissed back. Finding his lusts still there, even without the presence of the bike. His mind kept nagging, as he still tried to work which it was that aroused him so powerfully.

Tane held him strongly, leather creaking firmly as his body worked against Aarons. Aaron grunted slightly against the maoris mouth, feeling the animal forwardness that gripped Tane again. Like it had on the Harley. The smell of his body, the strength of the leather aroused Aaron as much as the way Tane was thrusting slightly against him now. Banishing his doubts with each passing moment. Exploring leather as much as he was his tight body, Aaron doing the same. Finding his hands on Tanes tight ass. Pulling the maori against him with each thrust.

Tane pulled back a little, breaking the tight work of their mouths. Staring down on Aaron with a fiery want that the guy couldnt mistake in its intention. Aaron took his chance to feel Tanes tight, muscular chest. His hardened abs. The way that his jacket fell down about his naked body beneath. Aarons hands worked up underneath the jacket, as he heard Tane moan quietly with the touch. His own hands riding up under the tight embrace of Aarons wifebeater. Shoving it slowly back up his body. Exposing his equally strong abs. Mirrored to Tanes own in all but skin tone.

Aaron could see Tanes cock, rigid within the confines of his leather pants.

Working the fly with a load buzz, Aaron began to work free Tanes erection. Doing this time what Tane had before. Eager to explore beyond the leather where Tane had so easily before. Assuming. Powerful. Taking where Aaron had given so strong permission with glance and eye. His mind still swum with the reality. Being on Tanes bed with him. His urges having little where else to go but to the man that shared that bed. His mind still swimming with the truth that he shared it with a man. Intended to have sex with him. More fully than that which they had shared with the bike. Both knowing. Both willing. As Tanes firm, staunch hands worked bare his chest, pushing the wifebeater up. Aaron could feel the leather of his gloves against his skin.

Aaron groaned as Tanes lips fell to his nipple, beginning a tight feast on the hard nib of flesh. Aarons fist now tight about the maoris organ. Feeling it as if it was his own. Its size and shape the same, apart from the tight skin about its hefty crown. Aaron encouraged the slow, firm strokes that Tane fucked against his hand. His other rubbing lustfully up across his back again. His moans and eager hand, encouraging the pleasure that Tane lit within his chest. Working up against the maoris body, feeling the effort and strength it took to work within the leathers. The way they rode against his bare skin. They way they smelt intermingled with the scent of sex. Aaron began working his own fly, his cock almost painful within his own pants. Tanes fingers were already aiding his. Pulling greedily to free his sex from the tightness of the leather.

It almost hurt in how good it felt. The way Tanes tight muscles felt beneath his jacket. The way he moaned and thrust against him. Still fully clad.

Aaron felt the wetness in his hand as Tane began thrusting more firmly, groaning as he worked on his other nipple. Surrounding his body with his big arms, the leather crying in its protest of the tightness of the embrace. Aaron let out a cry as Tane bit lightly at his chest. Sucking noisily at the slightly raw nipple. He let go of Tanes cock, feeling it almost instantly press against his own as he spread his legs. Letting Tane within them. Aaron felt the sharp pant of being feminized, wondering if he should be laying with the maori like this. What it meant to be enjoying it somewhat as he shared his leathered body with Tanes, with as great a passion.

His dick grew more wet quickly. Leaking. Adding to the thick scents that hung within the air about them. Aaron grabbed Tanes tight ass, encouraging his grunts, his animal fucks against his own hard cock. Rutting already as his mouth bit against his nipple, then his chest, as his body worked against his. Kissed hot and heavy against his mouth again. In a tight explosion of passion that seemed to be swelling within Tane. Aaron felt his own growing as he explored the tight leather of the maoris tight, muscled body. Feeling his dick rubbing hard against his own.

Tanes hands were down about his waist as he seemed to rut above him. Pulling greedily at his hips, loosening his belt so that his pants could slip somewhat. His body already wet with the sweat that the sex to this point had caused. In the heat of their fiery passions. Making the leather hard to pull back. Tanes grunts all but angry as he got the tight bike gear to the midpoint of his muscular thighs. Aaron felt suddenly exposed.

Felt the press of Tanes head against his ass.

Tane leaned in suddenly, taking his legs wide. Bringing his head against his shoulder. Aaron felt the powerful embrace of his arms again, pulling his nose into the thickness of his leather jacket. As his body continued to shift and move within his arms. Between his legs. Aaron panted, sweating badly. Wondering if this was what he wanted. Not sure his passions were carrying him as highly as it seemed to be taking Tane.

"Bite against my shoulder."

Aaron heard Tanes voice, breathy and hot against his neck. Felt his penis pushing at his ass again. Aaron thought to protest. To tell Tane that he didnt want his cock in his ass. He didnt like how that would make him feel. Like Tanes bitch somehow. Like his woman. The emotions of being under the strong biker confused him even more than his feelings for his Harley. Thick, strong feelings that surrounded him as the leathers did. Pressing down on him, heavy and strange with the sweat that still made his body wet. The sex moving quicker than his thoughts as Aaron realized why Tane has said as he did.

Aaron grunted as he began taking Tanes head. Feeling it split his ring, raw and dry. Wet only with the juice of their lovemaking to this point. The wet eagerness that had taken Tane this far, this fast. Aaron smelt the scent of the leather as he found his teeth biting against Tanes shoulder, suddenly. Tightly. As his ass clenched about Tanes forceful advance. Aaron clung about Tanes stocky body, his teeth sinking into the leather as he took the ordeal that made him the maoris bitch. The pain only worsened as did the humiliation that Aaron felt welling within him. He didnt feel right slutting out under the biker.

"I cant ... do this, man ..."

"Why."

Aaron hear the heavy pants, realized his own breath was rushing strongly within his lungs. Tanes heavy head held him open. Split wide on the breadth of his crown. Aaron still wanted to impress Tane, like he had wanted to when he had drunk the beer, even though he hated its taste.

"I cant ... it don't feel right."

The silence was deafening, beyond the rush of their breath. Aaron felt the rivulets of sweat making the leather wet against his skin. Holding it there in a hot blaze that only stayed trapped within the take of his leather gear. Tane still stayed poised against him. Over him. Aaron wanted to tell him to get off. To at least pull his cock out. It felt huge inside his quivering ring.

"Please bro," Tane whispered. There was a long silence of breath and heat. "I aint had sex in so long."

Aaron felt Tane move a little. He pushed sharply at his ass, making him jump. Shove the big maori back. Aaron saw Tanes eyes, realizing it was a mistake. A slipped movement rather than an attempt to push deeper and harder up inside him. Aaron regretted his sudden shove. The anger more than portrayed in it. Aaron saw the loneliness that he had never see before in Tanes eyes. That which he had seemed to keep so well hidden within him so far.

Tane pulled back a little, the air rushing against Aarons hot skin. Aaron struggled for a moment with his feelings, not wanting to feel Tane get off him, yet still conflicted about having him fuck him. He saw the light beads of sweat running down Tanes chest within his jacket. He saw Tanes face harden a little.

"Consider it payback for the car, bro."

Tanes voice was dark. Aaron stared back up at him, Tanes face had that same mask of staunchness that it always did. Masking whatever it was that Tane felt inside. He stayed quiet as Tane stared down at him. Eventually moved back down on him again, putting his head snug against his ass again. Aaron lay back, lost somewhat as Tane pushed his had back up against his shoulder. Wrapped his strong arms about him again.

Aaron grunted, bit hard against Tanes shoulder again as the big maori began taking his payment. Aaron felt himself splitting open again as Tane began to work against him. Gasping tightly as Aaron grunted in pain. Taking the maoris broad head back within the grasp of his ass ring. Feeling it insist at new depths that Aarons body fought. His big muscles tightening as he struggled briefly with the biker. Yelping as he felt Tanes wide head pop painfully inside his ring, into the depths of his ass. Tane began shoving, working harder in strong thrusts. His cocks thick passage taken by lube and blood as he began to take payment for his kindness.

Aaron stared up at the ceiling, feeling Tanes big body heavy on top of him. His arms still locked about the maoris. Feeling at the dull, throbbing length within his ass. The hard orbs of Tanes nuts resting against his ass cheeks. Violated deeply upon Tanes hard shaft. Split of his virginity on the gang members bed in an act of penetration that left Aaron gasping. Still disbelieving at the turn of events. Panting and sharing Tanes breath in hot pants. His ass felt raw, throbbing with a hard pain that refused to budge as little as Tanes cock did.

Aaron moaned as a flash of pain and pleasure lanced through his ring. As Tane began to take him, silent other than the pants and grunts of his animal wants. Aaron was confused at why he didnt fight it. Why he didnt push it off. As if he was still somewhere trying to please Tane. Be more like him. Impress him somehow. Maybe this was turning him on, Aaron could still feel his cock throbbing hard, leather and flesh pressed against it.

"That bike wont keep you warm at nights, bro," Tane grunted. Aaron could feel the strength of his strokes begin to grow. He groaned loudly under the biker, as Tane began to copulate more fully. "You cant get it in bed with you."

Aaron grunted as Tane kept thrusting against him. His cock began to start opening him up in ways that made his eyes widen to the dimness of the room. Tanes strength matched his whenever he moved, holding him pinned for the act of fucking. As the maori took deep, raw pleasure of his ass. Aaron felt the rough enjoyment that he took in return. Past the point of being slutted out by the biker. Well past being made his bitch, having being forced to take his hard organ up inside him. Aaron began to felt lose. Used. Tane thrusting strongly above him, his breath hot. The scent of sex and leather still hanging on him.

"I aint fucked in years," Tane whispered hoarsely. "Fuck, bro, I need this so bad, aye."

"... Tane ..."

"Cant be my boys. Sorry its got to be you."

Aaron moaned as his body writhed with the pleasure that began to start flowing through him. His ass still clenching. Still raw and sore from his forced entrance. Yet for some reason relaxing slightly under Tanes tight body. Accepting somewhat of what was happening. Hearing Tanes words as they came to his ears hot and breathy. His tone so needy and pained, something that conveyed in his greedy, full strokes as he continued to pump and push. Taking each and every stroke like it was his last. A starving man who may never eat again.

"Might feel good on that bike, bro, but it cant do this for you. Not in a million miles bro."

Aarons fingers dug tightly into the leather of Tanes jacket. Still feeling the wetness that drenched him. The heat that made him dizzy, still tight within the leathers. His skin almost seemed to burn. Alive with the sensations that coursed thought him. His mind lost in the pain and pleasure that roared within his ass hole. The words that fell again and again on his ears.

"So bad wanted you to give it up by yourself," Tane grunted, hoarsely again. "Wanted you to get hot for it. So you would enjoy it too."

Aaron couldnt find the words to explain what he felt within his ass. The rock hard velvet that fucked again and again within him. The smell of sweat, leather and sex. Moaning part in lust, to his surprise, as Tane continued to rut deep within him. As he began to rut somewhat, in return. Taking what he could, what Tane was taking in his thirst for pleasure and contact. Aaron slowly putting together the pieces as the words gave reason. His hands pushing up under the heavy fall of his leather jacket. As he began to take of Tanes body in the same want that Tane took of his. His body mirrored to the maoris, wanting and trying to find that which would fill the gap within.

"Stop fucking talking and enjoy it," Aaron grunted. He struggled with Tanes heavy jacket, felt it drag up off him as the maori stared down at him. His eyes lust filled. Lost. Alone still.

Aaron pulled Tane back down on top of him. Feeling his hot muscles under his hands, the slick wetness of them. His body smelt strong with the sweat that it had carried under the heaviness of his jacket. Now freed and bared to Aarons eyes. despite the situation, his gaze running down the wet, dark grooves of the maori there. Drinking it in in deep gulps, as his ass continued to drink of Tanes throbbing cock. Pausing momentarily in its thick thrusts of sex.

Aaron didnt realize how badly he wanted sex until he felt it. How badly he had longed for the slow strokes of someones hand. His mind ran across the same liturgy. Two horny straight guys, taking advantage of a situation. Taking advantage of each others roaring hormones. Taking comfort with the presence of another. Aaron not realizing how long it had been since he had last had sex. Last felt the smooth body of another under his hands. He didnt want to be alone again, feeling the sharp pangs mirror in his own as he saw Tanes eyes. Scared and needy.

Aaron did his best to slip out of his own jacket. Feeling the wetness that made his tight wifebeater cling only heavier against his body. Feeling Tane pause momentarily to help him out of it. A wash of air seeming to pass over his big arms, now freed of the sweaty embrace of the leather. Then the wetness of his wifebeater as Tane continued to pull back his clothes, both of them naked other than their leather pants. Still a restriction in this pained need to get off on each other, yet neither wanting to move or stop long enough to get them free. Aaron felt Tanes hot body press along his again as he resumed stroking against him. Each stroke opening him up further.

Filling a hole Aaron didnt know he had, until it had been filled.

Aaron moaned, meeting Tanes lips as he pulled his wet body tight against him. Their stocky muscles pressing against each other as their lips pressed. Kissing deeply in a renewed passion that Aaron felt flash through him. Tanes words, his almost show of weakness where he had remained previously so staunch and hard seeming to sooth the blunt taking that had ended with his hardened cock deep inside him. His most intimate of places. Aaron feeling the same needs mirroring in Tanes heavy, and breathy words of need. Understanding his burning wants to satisfy.

Aaron began to take the same needy pleasure he had been taking of Tanes body all afternoon. In those tight glances and heavy gazes. His visual strokes that he had caressed across Tanes leathered body. Wanting to feel what he felt. Feel what it felt to run his hands over those muscles. Those leather clad muscles. To feel what it was like to feel, to smell that leather. To pull it free and taste that which lay underneath. Feeling so dizzied and all but numbed in Tanes taking, realizing that his feelings had been as much as his own the whole time. Wondering at what cruel twist it was to have their passions so closely mated, bringing the situation so strangely to a head as it had.

Aaron moaned as he felt the crown of Tanes cock rub deeply within him, Tanes breath hot against his shoulders as he stroked. Firm, full strokes, still drinking with the eager need of one starved so long. Aaron rubbing his hands down to the mounts of tight flesh that was Tanes ass, pushing back the leather. Exposing him more fully as Tane exposed himself. Aaron feeling a need again to impress the biker. To prove something to him.

Aaron realizing that he wanted what Tane had. If only for a moment.

Aaron felt Tanes strokes tighten, quicken as his body began to thrust more fully against him. Aarons legs locked back somewhat by the heaviness of the leather. His body still wet, though free of his jacket. What leather he still wore making the going of their sex tough. Yet still arousing Aaron somewhat in its roughness, in the full, needy way that Tane was taking him. Is this what he wanted? To take what he could in hard, tough strokes. To hide within his staunch masks, only to rut so needfully. To live alone, but for his Harley. With only the road and the bike as his company. Alone with his sexual feelings. Sating them so brutally and fully when few times he could.

Aaron moaned as Tane continued to drive closer to his peak. Heralded by breathy gasps, all but quiet as Tanes hands rubbed and stroked at his tight muscles. Aarons own hands feeling the stroke and tightness of Tanes ass as he strived towards the highs of his orgasm. Aarons mind drunk on the reality of being fucked by the biker. After all that had happened. Some strange, unbelievable situation that had played out so fiery and sexual to its end here. Aaron wanted to satisfy Tane as much as he wanted to feel the pleasures of the maoris stroke. As alien and still somewhat uncomfortable as it felt. A closeness celebrated where he could take it.

Aaron felt Tane grip and harden as he reached his seizing peak. Aarons ass still raw and loose, yet more ready to the sensations of Tanes hard cock. Feeling the pulse of the maoris organ as he shot finally. Deeply within him in a burst of thick semen that felt like a wet rush of water within him. Aarons ass gripping tightly as Tane groaned deeply. Seeding him deep within his ass.

Aaron felt the release that followed. The deep relaxation that he felt, Tanes body more naturally taken along his own. He stroked slowly at the back of the maoris neck, feeling the hard and thick muscles there. The strength in Tanes body, yet the strange weakness that he had exposed to him in the height of their sex. He shuddered somewhat, breathing hard as Tane retreated from his ass in a slow, almost unending slide.

"Let me suck you," Tane muttered quietly. "Ill just take my boots off."

Aaron watched as the maori pulled back, his dick hanging limply between his legs. Framed by the deep, thick patch of dark hair there. Framed again by the thick leather of his pants. Tanes eyes were low, heavy with an unmistakable guilt. Aaron pulled himself up a little. Watching as Tane began to take off his heavy boots. Aaron realized that he had had his own on during the whole time of the sex too.

"Are you attracted to me?" Aaron asked, almost bluntly.

"Its cool, bro."

"No it aint," he replied. "What did we just do?"

"I needed to get off, bro," Tane replied darkly. "I shouldn't have said what I did though. You don't owe me nothing for what I did for you with your car."

"Was that it. You needed to get off?" pushed Aaron. Tane dumped his boots. "Or you attracted to me?"

"Its cool."

Tane began to start climbing back onto the bed, between Aarons legs. Aaron was already moving, pushing the maori back as he approached. Aaron swung his booted feet around, putting them down onto the ground.

"I don't want you sucking my dick," Aaron replied curtly. "I don't need any payback for you fucking my ass. Lets just call it even now ok?"

"You don't owe me for the car."

"You don't owe me for fucking me up the ass," Aaron bit back.

He heard Tane grunt somewhat, saw as he stood up from the bed. He grabbed his jacket as he headed back towards the Harley. Slipping it on as he opened a door next to the garage door. The sound of it closing sinking Aaron into the quietness that had taken the night earlier. Leaving Aaron alone, and half naked in Tanes room. The stocky guy breathed in deeply, exhaling in a long slow breath. Taking in what he had just said. Realizing and wondering what danger he could be in for having taken an attitude like that with a gang member. In a city he had never been in. And now being alone in his room. He worried for a moment where it was that Tane had gone. Suspecting that if he had wanted to get his boys to beat him down he would have gone through the other door.

Two horny straight guys. Taking advantage of a situation.

'And now we even', Aaron thought. 'He fixed my car, I gave up my ass. Seems that's what this was about the whole time.' His ass still hurt, and he was feeling tired. Whether he was going to get beat down or not Aaron wanted the sleep that he so badly needed.

Aaron stood up, pulling his boots off. Struggling a little to get out of his leather pants, before taking that and the jacket and laying it down over the bed. He walked over to the sofa, where his bag lay against it, his clothes still hung over one arm of it. He reached down to get his boxers, and slip them on, covering his nakedness somewhat. Then taking up the blankets, Aaron made himself comfortable on the sofa. Whatever happened, where ever it was that Tane had gone off to, Aaron needed sleep. Even more than he needed to get off. The pent forces of his load still swelled within him.

Aaron woke the next morning, feeling as rough as he had when he woke up. His back felt worse for wear, the stocky guy stretching his muscles a little as he sat up. Glancing over at the double bed to see that Tane was in it. Still sleeping. Aaron hadn't heard him come in. Didnt know when it was that he had returned. The bedside lamp was still on. An abysmal attempt to shine, where the light of morning poured in through the windows. Tane was laying atop the bed, still made, somewhat messy from their heavy session of sex and fucking. Half dressed in his leather pants. His jacket still on the end of the bed.

Aaron got up, rubbing at the back of his neck. Still looking over at Tane. His eyes not seeing the smooth contours of his muscular upper body. Brown and hardened by his life this far. despite the slight pull of Aarons cock within his boxers, chubby with the hint of a morning hard on. Aaron paused, taking in Tanes restful poise. His face still hardened somewhat, yet relaxed as he lay on the bed. Aaron frowned slightly as he remembered what Tane had said. Eager and desperate for sex, to the point where he would force it on him. And had, even though some part of Aaron had enjoyed the rough taking.

Tane seemed so much more than what he had seemed when he had pulled up on his Harley.

Aaron saw more than the tough biker that had rescued him. The gang member who had honestly helped him out. Asking for nothing in return. Aaron wondered for a moment if he had truly done it all just to get sex with him. Somewhere Aaron could still feel the glances and slow gazes that Tane had given him. Tane seemed quiet, beyond the fact he was asleep. He seemed strangely alone in what Aaron knew of him now.

Putting his feet down on the ground, Aaron wiped at his eyes. Thinking it better just to leave Tane asleep. The sun was already streaming in through the windows, making Aaron wonder what time it was. It looked more than early morning, he guessed that they had both slept in. Following the night that had come. Aaron still reflected on his thoughts. Felt the throbbing in his ass still, somewhat. It only added to the ache of having slept on the couch. Aaron was confused on his own feelings, not wanting to further guess Tanes. He felt frustration at his attractions, still not knowing what he felt for anything he had felt yesterday. Which it was he truly felt for.

Standing up, Aaron pulled on his baggy black trunks. He gave Tane another glance before taking up his jersey, heading over to the back door. He felt more comfortable waiting outside, and probably needed to get some air as well. He let the jersey fall down over his stocky muscles. Casting a long glance over the Harley as he reached the door.

Whose to say this would be what he truly wanted.

The morning outside was already becoming hot, as Aaron stepped out into the back. He glanced over at the height and size of the inner city, far in the distance. Its dark towers ominous, unforgiving in their appearance as they stood silently over the city below. Aaron headed over to the chain link fence, gripped the old metal as he rested against it somewhat. Remembering what he had felt when he had seen Tane here the day before. Wondering at the maoris warning. He felt somewhat ill at ease about coming here, living in this strange city. If it was everything that Tane had seemed to suggest in his few dark words.

Aaron stared out across the harbor, feeling the sun already licking at his bare shoulders. It wasn't much longer before he heard the back door open. Glancing over to see Tane emerging. Fully leathered again, wearing his baggy black tank top, and shades. He had all the hard countenance of the gang member Aaron had first scene. Knowing from his later experience what it hid been beyond those warm, heavy curves of leather.

"Bro."

Aaron nodded over, managing a smile, despite what he felt. Aaron ignored what had passed between them sexually, even if his mind and his body would be unwilling to forget it for the while. He knew that it was better left that way. No questions or apologies or words to explain what had happened. Aarons mind was already set in the answers that he expected. A horny release. Payback. Whatever, they were even, and the matter never happened. Let alone should be questioned further. Aaron reminded himself firmly who it was he was dealing with. A gang member.

"I should be heading in," Aaron noted, quietly. It felt strange in the loose, light hold of his own clothes, he realized, seeing Tane again in all his. "Seems I should have been in there yesterday."

"Cool," replied Tane. "Well the cars fixed. Your all ready there."

Aaron paused a moment, feeling suddenly that he wanted to say something. Feeling as if he should. Even through what had passed, Tane had at least shown him something he had never felt before. Showed him a passion he knew he would take with him, despite the confusion. Tane spoke again, breaking his thought.

"Aint too hard to get into the main city. Just follow the main road in, you'll get there eventually," explained Tane. Aaron noticed the contradiction compared to the explanation he heard the night before. It only steeled what he knew. What this had been about.

"Yeah, thanks. Thanks for the help with the car too," Aaron said again. "I probably would have been screwed if you didnt come along."

"Its cool." Those same dismissive words.

Aaron gathered himself, ignoring whatever it was he was going to say. Sufficing to put his hand out. Tane shaking it eventually. A strong, firm grasp, his skin feeling the warm embrace of the leather. He gave Tane another smile, seeing the staunch reply that came. Those dark shades telling nothing of what lay behind.

"Ill just get my bag."

Tane nodded, as Aaron headed back inside. The maori followed him, told him that it was easier to get to the car around the front. Lifting his pack up, Aaron grunted a little at the weight, followed Tane back outside. Around the side of the building. His car was parked outside, just up from where he had seen the hard boys sitting the day before. It seemed quiet here outside, no sign of life within. Aaron dumped his bag back in the rear of the car, getting into the drivers side. Finding the keys still in the ignition.

"You might want to get that radiator looked at, aye bro," Tane explained. "It'll hold but its probably not good to leave it."

"Yeah, thanks," Aaron replied. He pulled the door closed. Took a breath. This was pretty much good bye. "Thanks again, bro."

"No probs."

Aaron didnt know what he was expecting. He started the car, still seeing the same biker that had rescued him from the heat of the afternoon. Broken down in the middle of nowhere. That straight, staunch gang member that he had been given chance to see behind the heavy leathers that he hid within. One that he doubted he would see again, any time soon. Or one that anyone else would see, even those who knew him.

Aaron pulled out of the open lot, leaving the other side behind him. Returning on that path that would lead him to the rest of his life, despite the short diversion that had shown him another. One that he still felt as if he knew. Wanted somewhere deep down within him. His short respite to experience that which he had never know, yet felt that he had known his whole life. He saw Tane watching him leave in the rear vision mirror.

Aarons mind quickly became occupied with other things as he headed into the city. Finding the going as easy as Tane had explained it. Quickly becoming wrapped in Bradfords busy coil. Its press of traffic, and confusion of routes once he got into the city proper. It was time and luck that saw him finally reach the college district where he was heading. The city and his mind quickly became lost in one, as he finally arrived at his cousins. Lost himself in the catching up with his cousin that he did for most of the afternoon remaining. Thoughts of Tane and Harleys long since drifting from his mind.

Aaron was relieved to finally get rest in a real bed. After the time he had spend on the road, and on the sofa the night before. His body still felt the effects of not having a good nights sleep for the last few nights. The trip having more than a heavy effect on his body. When he finally opened his pack, he noticed that which he hadn't put in there. A scrap of paper. Aaron quickly pulling it out as he saw the leathers packed in heavily beneath. The gang patch recognized instantly.

'I was, but some things cant be said. Call me if you ever need advice getting that bike. Hope you enjoy these.'

Aaron stood quietly, alone in the room. Alone with his thoughts and the leathers.