The Boy on the Bike

The Boy on the Bike By Nathan Harvey

The summer had just begun and I was out of the house in a flash. I was still tight from my workout at the gym the night before. I thought a good long ride on my bike would loosen me up. I'd been cycling through the Forest Preserves for years now and I knew all the trails very well. Slipping off my shirt and pulling down my shorts as far as I could and get away with it I wanted to just soak up the sun as I rode. Sometimes when I was deep into the Preserves I would even take my shorts off and bike naked just for the hell of it, but only when I thought I would not be caught. If I was ever stopped I planned to tell them I just wanted to get a great tan for my first year at college. Actually I had this wild fantasy of meeting some brute who would throw me to the ground and rape me. I'd had this fantasy since I was a little boy. I think that's why I got interested in weight lifting back in High School. I just loved being around beautiful naked men.

Getting up early one morning, I told my folks I was going to the Forest Preserves as usual and I would be gone all day. I dressed very carefully for my new adventure. I wanted to look real good, so I pulled on my best camp shorts and a tee shirt, being careful to pick the tightest ones and leaving off my underwear. I wanted my cock to really stand out. I was well hung and damn proud of it. I was dressed adventure as I set out on my bike. I sure wasn't going to tell my parents I was going to cycle to the other side of town to check out that new leather bar they and the neighbors had been talking about all through dinner last week. I just sat there eating and pretending not to notice but I didn't want to miss a work of it. All of the conversation had been about how disgusting those kinds of people were and how that bar would bring undesirables to our town. All I could imagine was that at last I could identify with someone like myself. I knew I had to go there and find out if they were my kind of people.

I'd hung out in the gym lifting weights all through High School. The main reason I liked lifting weight and went so often was to see all that meat on the hoof. To be more exact to get a brief chance to get a good look at there cocks. Sometimes at the gym I would try to imagine what it would be like to be overpowered and raped by all those hunks. One guy just wasn't good enough for me, I wanted all of them. I'd known since I was a little boy that I liked men. The older I got the more I realized I wanted to experience them physically like I'd heard about. I wanted to hold a man, to kiss him and make love to him. I'd heard all the dirty stories of what a queers did and it set my body on fire. Now that I was through high school and on my way to college, my life could be mine to do with as I pleased. I was ready to find my way. The more I thought of all those guys with their hard bodies and cool looks, the harder my cock got and the faster I peddled. I wanted to see if they looked as tough and hot as the guys in those pictures I'd saved from my sex magazines. In my mind I could just see those big hairy hunks with their honey baskets ripe for my picking.

Approaching the old factory district I started looking for the buildings they'd described that night. I began slowing and checking out each of the buildings. This area had been closed for years and most of the buildings were empty with broken out windows. It created a sorry, deserted sight and quite an eyesore. Slowing down and coasting along the rusted chain link fence I finally came to the opening that led to the bar. Here was a new section of the fence that had been recently installed. All bright and shinny was this huge new gate. Going through the open gate I came to a small brick building that still had boarded up windows but I could hear the blaring sound of music coming from inside. The one window was newly glassed had a dim little sign with badly scrawled letters. I could read 'Biker Bar, you must be leather and 21 to enter'. Stashing my bike in back of some old wooden packing crates I crouched down behind the crates on the ground to see the comings and goings of this "leather crowd."

My folks said the bar was always busy with this trash day and night. Kneeling there I could hear laughter and music from a juke box coming from the bar. Before long I heard motorcycles approaching. Watching in fascination the just drove into one of the open factory doors and parked. From the street it looked like no one was even in the area. After they had dismounted there bikes entered the bar I got up the courage to walk over to the motorcycles. I wanted to look those big bikes over. Those bikes were awesome up close and without thinking I climbed on one. Closing my eyes like a kid I could dream of the day I would own my own bike. I sat on the biggest meanest looking bike imagining what it would be like to ride it. I was making dumb motor sounds like a stupid teenager and pulling and twisting the knobs and handles like I was whizzing through the street lost to the world in my new fantasy of riding being a biker. Suddenly a gruff voice behind me demanded to know what the hell I was doing on his bike. Scared shitless and trying to get off the bike I fell the bike falling on top of me. That was the last thing I remember until I woke inside the bar.

Lying there on this old dirty little cot I guessed I was in the storeroom in the back of the bar. As I began to focus on the people leaning over me I realized this crowd of big ugly bikers had me completely surrounded. Now I was really scared. One of them was holding ice on my head and telling me to lay still. Then another voice asked, "Who brought this chicken in here? Damned it's against the law to have minors in a bar. You fucken guys know damn well they want to shut us down now get this kid our of here" Sitting up quickly, I swore I'd never tell anyone I was inside the bar, I just wanted to see what they looked like. That really set them off and they began hooting and hollering and having a good laugh. Grabbing my billfold our of my shorts they went through it to see who and what I was. Then one piped up, "He's just twenty, this Michael kid, he's not old enough to drink but he sure is old enough to screw. You guys wanna have a gang bang him right now?"

Then one mean greasy looking man they called Digger pushed his way to the front. When I looked up into his strong hard face he just glared back at me. He looked like some character out of a bad movie. This dude was wearing dark sunglasses, the little ones that just covered his eyes, and he had a close cropped head of blond hair just barely concealed by a fatigue cap. He was wearing fatigues and an olive drab undershirt was covered with grease. His undershirt left exposed both of his heavily tattooed arms. Bending down close and blowing smoke in my face from his foul smelling cigar he reached down pulling open his fatigue pants and pulled out his cock. With a sneer he ask, "is this what you're looking for fancy boy? Did you want a little of his white owl to puff on or are you looking for a good fuck tonight?' By now I'd become the main attraction in the bar. Then this big bare chested biker in a black leather hat came over to check me out. Unzipping his pants and bending down and he began to slap my face with his enormous cock saying "No, this little fairy princess wants a real wand to play with!"

Then reaching down and stripping my shorts off he says, "let's see if the little fairy is a boy or a girl." Laughing, he pulled me to my feet and yelled " Looky here, we got us a little faggot boy and his little pee-pee is as hard as a rock. Looks like we got us a little chicken boy that likes cock." Then someone else called out "Look! They little shit ain't got no tan line so he must like to be naked. Let's give him that chance right now!" And with that they pulled off my T-shirt and shoes. I was standing naked in their circle and my hard cock was bouncing around and beginning to ooze from excitement. Then another voice chimed in with "put some music on and make the little fairy dance for us." Somewhere the jukebox started blaring and they began groping and pushing me. As they chanted "dance fairy!" they started goosing my ass and grabbing at my balls. Jumping back and forth trying to get away from them my cock was bouncing and swinging like a toy bat. Then some of them even started swatting my balls and everytime they hit my balls they would cheer. They were having a great game taunting me. That's when the bar owner pulled me out of the crowd and told me to put my clothes on and get out. He warned me that if he ever caught me hanging around his place again he would give me to the boys for a gangbang. "They like nothing better than fucking tight ass virgin boy!" Grabbing my clothes and shoes I scrambled outside trying to dress and run at the same time. They all stood there snickering, laughing and hooting at me.

Those big jerks had scared the hell out of me. All I could think of was just getting away from them. Running to my bike and crawling up on it I began peddling as fast as I could. I never looked back but from time to time I thought I heard a motorcycle behind me. Then when I turned there was never anything there. When I arrived at the Forest Preserves I peddled into the parking lot and locked my bicycle to the bike rack. Then I began my hike into the woods. I was still sexually all charged up. I'd almost been raped. If it hadn't been for that damn bartender I would have had my fantasy come true. Pushing deeper into the woods I was going to my favorite spot in the trees where there was a small clearing and a little stream. I liked to go there because I knew no one ever came in this far. I was never bothered here and when I reached my spot I peeled off my shorts and shirt and kicked off my sneakers. I wanted to be naked and just lay back and bask in the warm sunlight and beat off. Closing my eyes and laying back I went over every wonderful second of my leather bar experience. I had to go back again. I was more than willing to be their party boy if they wanted a gangbang. I was hot to have sex with a man, really the more I thought about it I wanted many men to raped me.

The more I thought about it the harder I got and reaching down I began stroking my meat. I tried to imagine what it would be like to be being taken and raped by all those horny men. I could see it now in my mind, I would be a twenty-year old boy toy for the leather set. What a glorious way to find out about sex. Id always dreamed about something exciting like that to happen to me every since I was in grade school. I was lost in my fantasy when suddenly a shadow fell over my face. Looking up into the blinding sun I could just make out this silhouette standing over me in the glare of the sun. Thinking it was one of the park patrols I began to stammer explaining I was just sunbathing. Shielding my eyes from the glare then I could see a tattoo on a massive arm. Then I recognized that hunk they called Spike at the bar. Standing there looking down at me with a big grin on his face. There I was, naked and hard as a rock playing with my cock. He had been standing and staring at me for god knows how long and now he was laughing at me. Spike had been the one that had slapped my face with his huge cock. Then saying, "You came looking for cock and you found a big one little man. If you're old enough to know what you want than I'm going to be your teacher." Then with a dirty laugh he told me my first lesson he was going to teach me was how to take ten inches of a real man's hot cock.

Stepping over me he then got to his knees straddling both sides of my chest. I could hear the sound of his zipper and then when he leaned forward he began pushing his mammoth cock into my face. Without uttering a sound I opened my mouth to accept his meat. Laughing softly he said "I'll be damned, you really are a hot little faggot." With those words, for the next two hours I learned the art of sucking his cock. Each time he would cum I would slurp and suck it down and beg for more, promising I would do even better the next time. Each time he would push further into my throat until I'd mastered the art of taking him right up to his balls. Finally with one giant lunge he sank his hard cock deep and held my head as he began to urinate leaving me no choice but to swallow his piss. Gulping and swallowing I kept working on drinking him down until he was ass finished. Then standing and stuffing his cock back into his pants he told me he'd see me around. As he walked away I grabbed my clothes running behind him. As we approached the parking lot I saw his big black Harley parked next to my bike. I ran to it and got on it to prevent him from leaving.

Sitting there on his bike I begged him to see me again. Finally he scrawled down my telephone number saying he'd give me a call sometime. Watching him pull away I knew I was going to have all my fantasies come true. I just knew he was going to be the one to rape me. From that minute on I began living in a fantasy world wanting it to become real soon. I'd learned now to be a cocksucker and it was as wonderful as I though it would be. After my first real blowjob I was looking forward to getting fucked. Finally a week later Spikes call came. He asked me if I wanted to spend the weekend with him. I told him I would love to and where to meet me. Changing my shirt and throwing a few things into a backpack I told my parents I was going to spend the weekend with a buddy and would be gone until late Sunday night or early Monday morning. Nodding their approval I was off to meet my Leather Knight. True to his word he was parked in the street about two blocks down the street from the house. Running to him and climbing on the back of his bike I put on the helmet he handed me. It had a black visor and gave me the feeling of security and I knew no one would recognize me and tell my folks what I was up to.

I began to realize then that if I was going to live the kind of life I wanted I could not do it living at home. The time had come for me to get a job and a place of my own. As his Harley picked up speed I ran my arms around his chest and let my hands slide down to his cock. We were off and as raced out of the city limits we tore down the old mill road until we came to a small dirt path. Taking that path we wound around and finally came to a stop in front of a little broken down shed. Dismounting, he said he'd rented this old shack from a farmer for the summer. He told me it wasn't much but we could be together and it was private. When he lead me inside I was shocked that the only furnishings were a rusty old bed with an even older mattress and a table with some old pizza boxes scattered across it. He did have a couple of bottles of whiskey sitting on a sink in the bathroom. I asked if the toilet worked and he said if I had to take a dump to do it in the outhouse in back of the cabin. Nothing in this place worked, but I wasn't here for a visit. I wanted sex and he was going to give it to me. Walking to the sink he poured a couple of big drinks into some paper cups and said it would make my training much simpler if I was relaxed.

Remembering how gentle Spike had been with me when he'd taught me to blow him I trusted myself to him completely. I was going to let him do anything he wanted to do to me. I really wanted to have sex with him in every way possible. I wanted it all. Taking the cup from him I began drinking telling him between gulps that I was really hot for him. As he sipped his drink he began to pull off his leather boots and pants. Nodding in my direction he indicated I strip. Throwing my backpack into the corner I began to undress eager for him to teach me about lovemaking. Closing the door and pulling the rickety old shutters closed the shack fell into darkness. Then Spike lit some candles and poured me a lot more booze. I was beginning to get a buzz as he began to unpack some stuff from his duffel bag. He told me it was all the stuff we would need to make my sexual experience a real thrill for me. As he held me close I could smell the carbolic soap he'd used to wash. He told me when we were done we could wash up in the little stream outside but for now he wanted me to learn to like the smell of a mans body. To be a good lover I had to learn how to feel a man, to taste his body and savor it.

We were both now standing there naked facing each other now. Gently his fingers began working my cock as he greased me up and then reaching around he began shoving his fingers into my ass greasing and stretching it. Then I knew he was going to fuck me. When he'd finished with me he did the same to himself. Then pulling me onto the bed and laying me down on my back he mounted me. Centering his ass over my hard cock and letting his body slide down on my cock he said first I had to know what it felt to fuck a man. Holding out a small bottle of poppers and putting it under my nose and told me to inhale deeply. My mind was full of lust for him and all I could think of was my cock sliding deep into his ass. I was more excited than I'd ever been and I hungered for him to fuck me. I'd never fucked a man before but I knew this was what I wanted. Straddling me with a lower stance he began to move his ass up and down my hard rod.

With each thrust he sank further down until his balls were resting on my stomach. Then with a slow rocking riding motion he began to pump his ass up and down my hot cock. As he rode me, slowly at first, he then began picking up the pace. Then reaching down he began pulling and twisting my nipples. The more he twisted the more I begged for more. Then I began to buck and he kept twisting my tits even harder and I moaned in delight. Suddenly my body arching and stiffening I began pushing my hips up and closing my eyes felt my load shooting deep into his ass. When he felt me pumping him full of cum he bent down and our lips met. Pushing his tongue between my lips and worked its way around my mouth and his spit ran into me he sucked my very breath away. My head was whirling and I was in a daze when he slid off of me. Then rolling me over he said it was my turn and began entry into my ass. I realized now just how big that cock of his was as he began pushing inside of me. When he felt me freeze up he slapped my ass with his hand telling me to take it like a man. Finally with the head of his cock in me he gave one big lunge sinking his whole rod into my body as deep as he could go. I began yelling and crying because he was so big and the pain was so great.

Quickly thrusting the poppers under my nose I began to breathe deep suddenly my lust and desire for his cock overcame any pain I was feeling. Rearing up so that he could drive himself further in he road me like the wind and I could feel his balls slapping my butt. Then, in a final lunge, he filled me full of cock and shot his load. Laying on me for a second I soon found he was not done with me yet. After a brief pause he began screwing me all over again. Twisting and pumping and stretching my ass to fit his cock he plunged in and out of me. The only sound in the room was the sucking sound of my ass and his cock sinking into me again and again. Finally when he did pull out of my ass and told me I was a great fuck, a natural lover. We lay there together and I began licking and sucking on his. Then laying on top of him I began lapping and nibbling at his nipples and licking at his tattoo. I wanted more of his cock and I begged him to fuck me again. Laughing, he told me I was quite a little bitch and that he loved screwing me. With that said he mounted me again and really began humping me.

When I heard footsteps on the porch I stiffened but he just kept humping me. Then the door swung open and I could see in the dim candle light the face of the guy that had been the first one to proposition me in the bar. He was standing there watching us with a grin on his face. Spike paused in his rhythm and laying with his cock buried up my ass waved a greeting to Digger. Telling him to make himself comfortable some where while we did our thing. Digger poured himself a drink as Spike resumed working on my ass. With this guy watching I was really hotter than hell. Then Digger asked if he could have a turn at his new boy toy. Spike said he could fuck me only if he would ride back into town and get us some beer and something to eat. Then he was a good boy he could even spend the weekend with us screwing around. Digger was quick to agree. Letting his fatigues drop and kicking them off as he advanced with his hard dick waving. Grinning he said he wanted a little sample of me before he left. Holding his cock to my lips saying, "go ahead and take a few puffs on my white owl." Now I was really hot and it didn't matter what he looked like or smelled like. I saw that big uncut cock and I wanted it. Hot and desperate I sucked him down in one great gulp. Dumping his White Owl stogie in one of the paper cups he grabbed my head and proceeded to fuck my face off.

I was being pulled and pushed like a toy, Digger fucking my face and Spike ramming his cock deep into my ass. I was so hot that I sucked that cock for all I was worth and Digger swore once was not enough and he just kept shooting and fucking and shooting. Finally exhausted, Digger pulled out of my face saying he wanted a go at my ass when he got back with the grub. As Diggers' bike noises faded into the distance Spike was ready for a rematch. Throwing me down on my chest on the bed he began screwing me again. The more he pumped the better it felt. After each screw we drank more liquor and I was feeling wonderful. When Spike lowered his ass to my lips I sucked and licked at his hole like I was starving. I wanted his body anyway he would give it to me. It was not too much longer after I'd rimmed and tongue fucked Spike that Digger returned. We all took a break to eat and drink and then the lovemaking really began. Spike had poured poppers all over the mattress and as the smell incensed our minds. We all started screwing and sucking like wild animals in heat. I was pushed and pulled and fucked by the two of them until I was numb but I was still begging for more and they were giving it to me.

Finally in the early dawn we did sleep for a while. When one of my men would wake up I would soon have a hard dick being pushed into my body somewhere. When one was finished the other would wake up with a hard on and give it to me again. By morning I was so sore that when we went down to the stream to wash up the cold water was a cool relief. Playing in the water I still wanted more and splashing them I crawled over to where they were washing and began to blow them again. I was wild about their bodies and craved more sex. Spike declared I was a little nymphomaniac and would never get enough now that I'd discovered sex. After that outing, I began spending all my weekends with Spike and Digger, eager to please their every wish. I started looking for a small apartment and told my folks I'd decided to go to a local college and wanted to live in my own place. That's when I bought my little old LaBaron. My days of cycling were over, I was a man now. When I drove out to visit my men they were already naked and insisted I strip as soon as I entered the shed and stay that way so I could service them all weekend. They were as much obsessed with sex as I was and they screwed me like a service animal until it was time for me to leave. I'd accepted the fact that I was their sex slave and I'd willingly surrendered my body to them for their pleasure. Spike and Digger seemed to be in competition to see who could screw me the longest and most often and who I craved the most.

I loved every minute of their duel, but Spike was the one I wanted. I was never more content than when he possessed me. In one of the few times we actually talked I casually mentioned my birthday. Spike said he was going to give me a party. I was really surprised when I entered the shack, it looked like someone had spent a lot of time cleaning and fixing it up. But you could still smell all the sex that had taken place in this room. Spike must have done all the fixing for the party. He was standing there naked and told me to strip for my surprise. I quickly discarded my clothes. Spike then led me to the bed and setting me down dropped to his knees and began blowing me. He'd never done anything like that but as his hot mouth sank down on my rod I could feel his tongue rasping and massaging my cock. He was wonderful I was in orbit. And he quickly brought me to climax. Then pushing me back he slid over my body forcing his cum dripping tongue deep into my throat and our juices blended. As he lay on me my hands kept running over his firm hard body and I knew I had everything I'd ever wanted in a man.

Then, surprisingly, he began to tongue me, licking and sucking my body until I was squirming in wild ecstasy. Then I felt his tongue plunge deep up my ass and I closed my eyes in ecstasy. He had given me his body for my birthday and as he held me close he told me he loved me. I was in such rapture I'd never even noticed the rest of his gang as they filled into the room and stood there watching us make love. When they started clapping I realized Spike was giving me a gang bang for my Birthday party. One after another came until our little room was filled with rugged looking naked men all hard and horny. I had learned to drink and fuck with the best of them and by now I wanted to take all of them and that night I really put out. I became their leather whore. I would crawl from one to another, sucking and licking. And when they stood and bent over I would suck out their asses. They had me on the floor screwing me dog fashion, hung upside-down and fucking me that way and just laying down and screwing me. They took turns screwing me every way they could think of. The more I got the hotter I got.

By morning when one of them would fuck me they didn't even need to use a lubricant. Spike had promised me all the cock I would ever want and he was giving it to me for my twenty-first birthday. One of the boys had taken his bike into town and brought back food for our breakfast. It was just a bunch of carry out, but it tasted wonderful. We washed it down with more booze and then began it all over again. For the next two days my life was a blur. All I can remember is strange people shoving cocks in my mouth and me swallowing there cum. Different people were coming and going and they were all here to screw me. My party finally came to an end early in the morning and I lay exhausted as Spike saw my guests out. I finally fell into a deep sleep. Morning came and Spike, Digger and I went down to the lake to wash up. My ass was so sore I could hardly sit on it but it had been worth it. Spike told me to get my things because it was time to go home now that the party was over.

I begged him to screw me one last time and he smiled and screwed the shit out of me. When he had come he pulled out and rammed his cock deep into my throat and began to piss. Choking and gagging he said that was what all-good boys did for their masters. He said he wanted me to always remember that he had taught me to be one great whore and to always remember that I asked him to teach me. Somehow his saying that bothered me. It made me afraid he was saying goodbye. I spent the following week in bed, too sore and exhausted to move. I told my parents I had a touch of the flu and they believed me because I was hoarse and exhausted. I had been living in my little apartment for several months now and they just assumed it was from too much work painting and fixing it up. Little did they know it was from sucking and fucking. Finally rested, I went over to the Biker Bar looking for Spike and Digger. I was more than ready for another party. As I got close I looked for Spike's bike and was disappointed at not seeing it. I swallowed hard and went into the bar to look for them. The place was full and many of the men waved to me and smiled. It seems they had been at my party.

When the bartender spotted me he called me over and set me up a drink. He told me that Spike and Digger and the boys had told him about my coming out party. He was sorry he wasn't there for the fun but most of his customers had gone. Taking out a sack and giving it he said Spike had left it for me. I slowly opened it and I found Spike's black leather hat and a note. He had written saying that I was a great piece of ass and someday he would be back in town to see me, he would never forget me. Setting me up with another drink, the bartender pointed to a little door behind the bar and said I could have the room if I wanted to take on the bikers as a biker whore. He said the only thing they talked about since my party was my ass. In fact he said he wanted to be my first customer and pulled a fifty out of the register and shoved it in my pocket.

I followed him to the back room. I was now in business as the bar's official whore. I began working the bar every night and I'm proud to say the boys I serviced usually became regular my customers. I would have a steady stream of them coming in now every night. Spike had taught me well about satisfying a man and love doing it. Sometimes when someone would come in I would think it was Spike and really get excited. I never realized I could love that man, but I did. I suppose you always remember your first cock. In fact Bruno the bartender began to slip me a little extra every night. He said my ass was a great draw for business. Every night Bruno began having a raffle and whoever was the winner got a free fuck. The only catch was it was after closing and everyone in the bar got to watch. Sometimes it had been known to turn into a gangbang. Everyone just threw money into the pitcher and got their fuck. The money was now pouring in and it wasn't long before I could afford my own Harley. Bruno had become my patron and as my patron I serviced him every night for free. He had been looking out for me and taking care of me since Spike had left. He even found a used bike and had the boys fixed up for me, almost like new. They told me they would take it out in trade. I was where I wanted to be, but I missed Spike. I was ready to say I had enough sex and now all I wanted was the man I loved.

Then for my twenty-second birthday, Bruno closed the bar early on Friday night for a private party. There was a big sign over the bar that read "Happy Birthday to the Leather Bar Whore". Then, after announcing my age at the stroke of midnight, they stripped me and we had a real old-fashioned gangbang. Bruno said he wanted to continue an established tradition. After everyone had exhausted themselves screwing and blowing, they held me down on the bar and Joey, the guy from the tattoo parlor, sat on my chest and proceeded to pierce my right nipple and run a small 8-gauge ring through it. Jumping off, proud of his work, he gave me a letter from Spike, wishing me a happy birthday. He had written to let me know he was coming back to town and would be staying with me. He was ready to claim his boy.