Rebel 1: gay bad boy biker (MC M/M)

by Lev Vans

  Rebel 1: gay bad boy biker (MC M/M)

  Rebel 1: gay bad boy biker (MC M/M)

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  REBEL 1

  Gay bad boy biker (MC M/M)

  Lev Vans

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  Note: This story contains sexually explicit scenes between a gang of bikers and a young man.

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  REBEL 1

  Gay bad boy biker (MC M/M)

  Lev Vans

  “Your name is not on the list”

  “What list? I didn’t know there was a list. There are people in there waiting for me.” I lied but the club’s promoter ignored my plea in order to keep talking to his poser friends.

  This was my first time out at night at the Meatpacking district, currently the best place in New York to network and maybe even find someone interesting. Anybody who is anybody was at that party and I wasn’t.

  I kept cursing myself on how much I had spent on this new gray suit on my way back to the subway when a motorcycle, out of nowhere, crossed right in from of me and sent me butt-crashing on the sidewalk.

  The mysterious driver stopped and was kind enough to come back and extend a hand to lift me up. “I’m ok” I said to avoid a conflict between this tall, muscled biker and my skinny, petit self. He was wearing a beat-up black leather jacket and some very threatening biker boots. I was instantly attracted to his square chin, sharp and broad jaw, cold angular features and intense penetrating eyes.

  He lit a cigarette and offered it to me saying “You should watch where you go”. I took it and inhaled; his voice was deep and a little husky.

  “I’m having a pretty lousy night, thank you”. He let out a loud laughter that made me chuckle a little at my usual drama.

  I had a feeling that he was checking me out when he said, “Do you wanna do something fun?”

  I’m definitely not one to go out with strangers like this but after that stupid club with its stupid people I needed to clear my mind. He offered me a helmet and tapped the back seat of his motorcycle. I couldn’t tell the brand but it was matte black with brute and raw features, robust shotgun exhaust pipes that told me this machine had a lot of power.

  I sat behind him and shyly embraced his hard abdomen, the biker grabbed my hand and pulled me closer to him, I adjusted my weight to be closer to his body leaning a little against his back.

  We flew through the muddy shady streets of downtown Manhattan crossing to the other side of the island to the ABC city. The roaring of this sexy machine between my legs, its vibration on my crotch, the exhilaration of the speed and feeling of liberty, the proximity with this stranger, the scent of his skin, all this got me very hard by the time we arrived at our destination. I tried to slide back a little so he wouldn’t notice the unbearable pressure and heat building between my legs.

  After parking, my biker took me to a three-story brick building where a party seemed to be taking place on the second floor. I walked a little funny trying to conceal my hard-on if he did notice he was kind enough not to mention anything.

  Once inside, I felt out of place when I saw that everybody there seemed bigger, meaner and hearing black leather. The place was an apartment that was refurbished to gather underground informal parties, under the radar of authorities. It had dim icy blue and violet lights that had looked supernatural under the heavy smoke that filled the rooms.

  “Sean, what took you so long?” some friends greeted my ride.

  “Hey guys, this is…” he was trying to introduce me.

  “Alan” I helped him and the other bikers started laughing.

  “So Alan, nice suit you have”

  “Thank you.” I answered unsure if they were mocking me.

  I didn’t know what came onto me that night but I was drinking fast, pouring several glasses of whiskey nonstop and soon enough I was being flirty with Sean and his friends.

  “Don’t I have an eye for spotting pretty little boys.” Said Sean slipping a hand on my lower back and pulling me closer to his body, fixing a domineering gaze that sent a shiver down my spine. “You sure have?” Duke, the leader of the gang reached for my blazer and pulled it off without any protest from me, I felt trapped between both men.

  Duke locked my hands on my back while Sean played with his thumb on my lips making them puffy and red. He ran a hand on the back of my head and violently grabbed my hair pulling my head up to meet his eyes “Will you be a good boy?” all I could do was nod and he unbuckled his belt and let his pants fall.

  Both men pressed my shoulders down to let me on my knees in front of Sean’s bulging underwear. My tongue made contact with the black boxer brief at the spot where the tip of his cock was and traveled all his length making him gasp with surprise.

  I parted my lips and placed my mouth at the place where the base of his cock was and breath heavily fanning over his dick with hot air underneath the fabric. His member throbbed begging to be out, pressed tight against his heated underwear, I could see that the tip was already wet oozing with precum through the fabric.

  Meanwhile, Duke had dropped my pants and was caressing my butt, his big powerful masculine hands squeezed my butt, a thick finger traveled between my butt cheeks, and tapped my hole teasing me; my body buckled begging for entrance, my hole desperately needed to be filled.

  I couldn’t take it anymore and took Sean’s underwear off with my teeth. His cock sprung forward to my face, I ran my tongue over the tip of his leaking pee slit making it throb even more before taking it entirely into my mouth without warning making Sean gasp again. I felt very confident that I had been able to bring that sort of reaction to such a masculine, tough guy.

  Meanwhile, Duke grabbed the base of my cock in a tight grip while fingering me and another member of the gang held my hair bobbing my head back and forth fucking my face with Sean’s dick.

  Becoming impatient and overly excited, the men ripped off my shirt making the buttons fly everywhere and placed me on the counter of the bar laying me down on my stomach with one leg dangling over the edge and the other pinned down on the counter by a powerful hard. My skinny body was helpless under the control of these rough bikers and I was enjoying every minute of it.

  “Fuck, fuck me” I begged and I felt someone’s dick making contact with the outer ring of my asshole.

  As his dick invaded me waves of pleasure traveled through my body, I could feel every little inch filling me, pushing against the internal ring and then my prostate, feeling complete like it felt right. Then slowly, the thick head started to go back and forth with long strokes making me feel his whole shaft, my virgin hole applying a tight sucking pressure on every inch of his cock. Meanwhile, someone’s hand grabbed and turned my head toward his cock, I opened my mouth to let it in but he smacked my face with it before fucking my mouth.

  Another man reached under me and grabbed my cock and my balls. Soon enough things started picking up the pace and the biker behind me grabbed my waist and buried his cock all the way inside causing me to let out a scream of pain and pleasure which made all the other bikers more excited to fuck me harder.

  After a few minutes, I couldn’t take all this stimulation, the image, the situation of total humiliation, helplessness and danger and let out the biggest orgasm of my young life. All the men made a circle around me and started jerking off.

  The first one to cum was Lake, I think he had most cum but it didn’t shoot, it just oo
zed out nonstop, the second one was Sean, his ejaculation had the farthest reach I had ever seen, he shot his load right pass my body landing far away; the third was Whiskey, he came in waves of pleasure even after cumming which made it seem like he was being electrocuted; and the last was Duke, who grabbed my hair and forced his cock into my mouth as he came to wipe his head clean on my lips.

  I was totally spent and a little bit drunk I could have slept right there on the counter covered in cum but they helped me to a bathroom on the back to get myself clean.

  Outside I hopped up on Sean’s motorcycle to take me back home but ended up sleeping against his broad protective back before I could give him my address, so it was only natural that he’d take me to crash at his place.

  The next morning I woke up on a large bed by the side of a muscled man covered with tattoos. Sean’s left shoulder and arm had a tattoo of a mean skull, in his left forearm a tattoo of two guns, in his neck the number XXV, his right arm and shoulder more skulls but in a stylized form and a big rose, on the back of his hand a sort of mandala, on the knuckles of his hands letters that I read “FUCK LOVE”, in his chest two guitars, one on each side, one of them I think it was Jimmy Page’s, on his back over his left shoulder a Scorpio, I imagined it was his zodiac sign, and on his left hip, next to his v-line a sentence “Nothing behind me, everything ahead of me, as ...” I couldn’t read the rest.

  Sean’s house was a huge abandoned old building on the edge of the Bronx, which must have been very beautiful in its days with high ceilings, hardwood floor and chandeliers, but now it seemed a miracle that it was still standing.

  Feeling a cold draft I snuggled closer to this muscled body, smelling his wonderful male morning scent, I intertwined my legs with his, rested my head on his huge pecks and hugged around his waist trying not to wake him up.

  His warm body felt wonderful against mine, the electricity between us was palpable, my petit body fitted perfectly against his. I knew I was taking advantage of his unconsciousness but I didn’t mind, after all, opportunities like these don’t come every day.

  I started kissing his nipples, then softly brushing my tongue against them. As I felt his cock getting harder I traveled my tongue down the middle of his abs, then his bellybutton, then his happy trail. I lifted his shaft and smelled his balls, kissed them and put one in my mouth to massage it with a light sucking. He moaned and I stopped not wanting to wake him up at this moment.

  After making sure that he was asleep I licked the length of his shaft till the head of his cock, my tongue danced trying to penetrate his pee slit. I held the throbbing cock in my hand and jammed my tongue on its underside at the base making it raise alive once more. I went back to give attention to his head nibbling on it, giving open mouth kisses as it throbbed uncontrollably.

  Precum started to ooze out and I tasted it lubricating my lips, licking his cock like a kitten I teased him giving more nibbles along the shaft. Unable to take it any longer I caught the head with my mouth and dived completely till the base in one sweep movement.

  I managed not to gag and stay there feeling his dick pulsating in my throat. I moved backward applying a strong suction and made a noise that echoed in the room, going back and forth, making a messy combination of saliva, sweat and precum.

  Without warning, I felt his hand grab the hair on the back of my head and his knees bending; he was getting ready for some powerful pounding. His hips pushed up and down at my helpless head controlled by the strong grip of his hand. He yanked my head up so that I could breathe for less than a second and resumed his assault to my face.

  I got excited with Sean’s heavy breathing and his moans that were even deeper than his normal voice and my cock got hard with the realization that it was me that was bringing such an intense reaction to this sexy as hell of a bad boy. My hard on was pressed between my abdomen and the bed, dancing from side to side oozing an amount of precum I had never produced before.

  Sean took out his cock and slapped it against my cheeks, then he turned me around and placed me in bed so that my head was hanging out on the edge of the bed. With such an unobstructed access he stood outside of his bed and drove his cock deep down my throat.

  His balls slapped my nose and forehead as his shaft invaded my esophagus making it impossible to breathe. I tried to push him away with my arms but he just grabbed and pinned them on the bed rendering me unable to move or speak. He fucked my face without mercy applying all his power and weight like he hadn’t had a decent blowjob in years.

  I saw Sean’s balls move up closer to his cock and luckily it didn’t take very long for him to cum deep down my esophagus with the same powerful geyser ejaculation that I had seen the night before, I didn’t even have to swallow since it was halfway down my throat but I had some trouble managing the crazy amount of seed that this man produced. I had no doubt that if he were bisexual he should have fathered a whole village by now.

  I sat down in bed breathing heavily while Sean went to the bathroom to take a shower. I felt a little used but couldn’t complain since I knew exactly what I was getting into.

  “Can I take a shower too?” I asked him impatiently as he left the bathroom to go downstairs without acknowledging me.

  A little hurt, I took a long shower making sure to wet his whole bathroom and get his towels soaked after using all of them.

  “I had a lot of fun last night, your friends seem nice” I tried to make small talk in the kitchen while he ate his breakfast.

  “Whatever…” he said without taking his eyes off his plate.

  I couldn’t understand him; it felt like I was bugging him. The flirty cool Sean from last night was misplaced by this unpleasant man.

  “Umm… where is the nearest subway station? I have some stuff to get to.” I knew when I was not wanted.

  “Don’t be stupid, I’ll take you home.”

  “That’s not necessary”

  “I’ll take you home Alan.” he snapped and threw his helmet at my chest but my clumsy hands dropped it. I realized I liked hearing his deep voice pronounce my name. I quickly picked the helmet up while he grabbed his leather jacket and was out the door. “I don’t have all day.”

  We didn’t talk much except for me giving him directions to my house. When we arrived at the Upper west side I felt a little awkward but he didn’t seem to mind my snobbish neighborhood.

  When he let me off in front of my building I felt a gentle touch of his hand on mine, he took my hand and with a pen from a compartment in his motorcycle wrote an address on my forearm. “That’s the location of our next party this Saturday”

  I rolled my eyes “Pff…”

  “Don’t roll your eyes at me.” He said sternly “I’d like to see you again.” Now in a softer tone and brushed my hair out of my forehead.

  I was lost for words and with that, he flew away in his loud motorcycle.

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  Arriving at home Sunday morning I saw Eliot with his computer on the kitchen counter peeping at me, he was dying to know where I was.

  “This party must have been something…” I stared at him confused before realizing that he meant the Meatpacking district nightclub.

  “Oh no, they didn’t let me in on that. My name wasn’t on the list.”

  Eliot was my roommate, we had been living together for three years and after having seen every piece of underwear that each other possessed we practically didn’t have secrets anymore.

  “Oh, seriously? That’s stupid.” he tried to empathize.

  “Yep… but I was invited to another party instead”

  I explained him everything in details. Eliot was a big nerd during his teenage years but was little by little coming out of his shell as a young adult, although being a software engineer he still had a long way to go in terms of learning to deal with people.

  “Excuse me, I have to go to the bathroom.” he went out in a hurry, no doubt to masturbate after my vivid story.

  The week went by slowly and my only enjoyment came fro
m choosing what to wear and which sex toy to buy for my gang. I felt I needed to give them a gift to show my appreciation for the other night and especially Sean, he might have been distant but he was kind enough to notice me which was way more than most people ever did.

  Unsure about their fetish preference I was bolt enough to buy handcuffs and a leather leash. Now buying clothes was a little trickier because although those shops had a lot of disguises for women there was nothing in there for men, much less a submissive one, so I decided to get creative.

  I didn’t want to be a good yuppie boy this time but I also didn’t want to be a bad boy since this was their thing and not mine. I wanted to be compatible though, so I decided for a mix between a bad boy and bad girl, this way I could be attractive to them without being overly masculine.