Leather and Chrome

by Sky McCoy

  The way he stood with his legs wide open, my eyes followed his every move. They were laser-focused on his mouth, then his eyes met mine, and I stayed intent on his beautiful face.

  I had to turn to the bar to adjust my leather, because of my painfully hard cock threatening to break the seams of my pants.

  Oh I want that pretty ass, I thought.

  Chapter 3

  Ethan

  I’d cruised up to a large warehouse which had a bar on the premises advertising gas, food, drinks. All sorts of bikes were parked out front and I knew this was the bar my friend had mapped out for me.

  “You have to stop there, talking about hot men. They put the H in hot. You can find whatever you want in that bar.”

  It will be in the middle of the fucking desert, I thought putting the kickstand down and climbing off. The sun had gone down and I welcomed the cool desert wind on my face.

  When I stopped to pump gas and get a drink at the Rusty Nail to find out how many more miles I had to go before I reached the Grand Canyon, I’d stepped up to the bar to pay for my gas and order a Heineken.

  Standing at the bar was a man with blond hair, his helmet in his hand, and next to him a tall muscular dark-haired man, wide shoulders and muscles everywhere on that incredible hot body of his, who could have been a linebacker back in the day, or still was for all I knew. His helmet was sitting on the bar in front of me, where I wanted to place my arms and where the bartender was sure to set my beer.

  I eased onto the bar stool.

  Even as he saw me take a seat he never removed his helmet from in front of me. He kept his back to me, so I sat on the stool pretending that the helmet never bothered me, but it did. I’d always been persnickety and it just seemed out of place. Shouldn’t he have slid it in front of him when he saw me sit down? He should have had the good manners to remove it.

  But where did I think I was? At a social event? This was a bar full of men who would fuck you hard and put you up wet. There was nothing but the smell of leather inside and parked outside, chrome.

  However, I had to hold my ground with these dicks. I wasn’t about to be intimidated by him, nor was I looking for a fight. I glanced around and figured that I could handle everyone in that bar except the dark curly-haired one with his hard firm ass facing me, in a pair of leather pants that left no room for him, and his cock.

  He looked the part with his leather pants and jacket. A hard-nosed hard-ass who would fight at the drop of a dime.

  Glancing down at his feet, I noticed that he wore a pair of worn Harley Davidson steel toe boots. That told me that he didn’t just jump on a bike yesterday, like me taking a few classes and then riding on the weekends. He was an avid biker and he took this seriously. But even as he annoyed me, I couldn’t help but think about what he was carrying between those muscular thighs. My cock quivered just looking at his hard firm ass. I stole a glance in the mirror at his face, and damn, he was gorgeous, with that chiseled hard jaw and narrow upturned nose.

  I tried to look the part too, but without the leather pants. I liked wearing my jeans with my leather jacket and biker boots. When the bartender brought my Heineken, some of the men sitting at the tables began to whistle and tease me. It wasn’t the first time, so I had been used to the teasing over the Heineken beer.

  That’s when the tall linebacker with the wide shoulders and the tight leathers turned to face me. He was more handsome up close than seeing him in the mirror. He looked down at his hat pretending that I didn’t exist and instead of picking up that fucking helmet, he stared at it and then shot a glance at me over his shoulder.

  That delicious mountain of a man completely ignored me and the man that was standing next to him. When I reached for my beer and put it to my mouth he said, “You come here often?” His voice was deep, rough, sultry, but it had a polish to it that didn’t fit his rough exterior.

  I stood, because my ass had gotten too acquainted with my bike’s seat, and I had a few more hundred miles to the Canyon before I could sleep in a bed tonight, then wake up and stare into the Grand Canyon in the morning when the sun rose.

  “Not often,” I said. “You?”

  “Nope,” he said and turned around to face his friend and then whispered in his ear. His friend leaned and glanced over at me and laughed. Then he turned facing me and said. “Can I buy you a beer?”

  “I don’t drink much, but if you want to pay for this one, I won’t stop you.” He signaled for the bartender and then he paid him and added a large tip. Well he has a job, I thought. Then he stood and passed the pool table in the back of the bar. I thought he was on his way to the boy’s room, but he stood at the door, raised his beer, and looked in my direction. I glared at him surprised. Before I could say yes or no, his friend leaned over and said, “He wants you to bring him his helmet.”

  “Why don’t you bring it?”

  “He didn’t buy me a beer and he likes you, not me.”

  I shrugged, picked up the helmet, left my half-drunk beer on the bar and walked in his direction. What the fuck, I thought. Half the bar saw me leave and my cock hadn’t been this excited in years. If he wanted something he could tell me.

  I sauntered to the back door with the men at the pool table eyeing me. I handed the handsome curly-haired man his helmet, and he opened the door. I stepped outside with him following me.

  Before I could ask his name and get the pleasantries aside so we could get on with what we both wanted, he had me jacked up against the wall with my hands splayed on both sides of my head as if I was being nailed to a cross.

  “What the fuck are you doing?” That was all I could get out of my mouth before he took me with a bruising kiss, his tongue clashing with mine.

  His hard body held me firm against the wall and his hands were wrapped around my wrists. If I wanted to move I couldn’t, and if I wanted to scream I couldn’t, because he had me where I couldn’t speak or move. His full mouth covered mine as he kissed me as if he’d never kissed anyone or would never get another. I thought, what the hell? I knew what I was doing when I stepped out into that dark alley behind the bar.

  My erection hard, twitching, my cock never wanted anyone the way I wanted this man. My puckered hole throbbed, begging for his hard cock inside me. I’d never been this excited to feel someone inside me, filling me.

  Pulling away from my lips and me, he turned me around quickly, then held on to my hands as I faced the wall. Embarrassment and need kept me from screaming for help, but I doubted that anyone would come to my rescue.

  I was a man in my twenties, going into a bar filled with men wearing leather. I knew what I would find inside there—stiff pricks ready to fuck anything that moved. I knew what I could be getting myself in for if I took the big man’s invitation. The men who had watched me walk through those doors into this dark alley knew too and there wouldn’t be any cavalry coming to my rescue. I thought I could handle this and him, but from the beginning, his handling of me was rougher than I’d ever experienced before.

  My experiences with men had been in a bed, where I could tell them how I wanted to be fucked—gently.

  Just when I thought this was it, I’d better be ready to get fucked bareback, he said in a voice that was low and soft, “If you don’t want this, tell me and we’ll go back in, and I’ll buy you another beer.”

  It was the seduction and the easy soft voice that had me saying, “I want this, but I don’t have a condom or lube.”

  His large soft hands never left my arms until he reached around and unbuckled my jeans. As he held my body close, I could feel his hard rock shaft, and with my face kissing the wall where I couldn’t move, he pulled my jeans past my hips, dragging my Calvin’s down with my tight jeans.

  His cock was leaning against my ass and I could hear the rushed panting in my ears as his hips and thick cock dug into the crack of my ass, holding me in place. Then he reached for my ass with his large meaty hands, grabbed each cheek and dug his fingers into them.

  Leaning in
he whispered in my ear, “Open your legs,” and when I didn’t he took his large thigh and placed it between them. It was painful, but it was also hot to be in pain and waiting to be fucked hard, because from the beginning this man treated me like a man and not the twink I thought I was.

  “You have to follow directions. Not at your pace, but mine. I’m in charge now. We have an agreement. You said that you wanted this.”

  I tried to speak, “But I didn’t know you would be that rough with me.”

  Leaning closer to my ear, with his every movement, his cock grew harder against my bare ass, “I forgot to tell you, it’s going to get rougher than this.” And he turned me around to face him and pinched my nipples. Although I didn’t scream I wanted to, but when my cock oozed cum from the pain and pleasure of what he’d done, it wasn’t lost on the big man’s eyes.

  “Your dick wants this. It’s begging for my hard cock inside you,” he said, his eyes blazing and tracking my moves, like a wolf stalking a deer, ready to close in for the kill.

  “I don’t think I’m ready.”

  “You’re ready. I read your body language and it said you wanted something you’ve never had before, and I’m here to give it to you.”

  Then the big man brought his soft hands down to my cock and pushed aside my hand, then it was he alone jerking me off. He placed his left thumb inside his mouth and I felt that hand cover my ass and pull it apart to push his thumb along my crack, ramming it into my hole. I opened my mouth to scream and he anticipated my cry, bringing the hand that had been giving me a hand job to my mouth, where I taste my own warm cum.

  His large palm muffled my cry as he pulled out his thick thumb and inserted three digits instead. “I didn’t know you were that tight. This makes me harder than I’ve ever been.”

  I didn’t think it was possible that he could get any harder, because if this was just a teaser, I wouldn’t be walking for a week.

  “Are you straight and just slumming because you’re in for a life-altering experience?” He questioned in a soft tone. He pulled out his fingers, turned me back to face the wall, then lowered his hand to get an answer, as he kissed the back of my neck, and tugged on my earlobe with his teeth while punching his magnificent hips forward, dry humping me, driving me into the wall.

  “Yes, I’m gay,” I said breathless, “what are you? Straight and just slumming?”

  “You will find out, because after tonight there won’t be any question about whether you’re a virgin gay, or I’m straight and slumming. When I finish with you, everyone who ventures into this cute little hole will know that you’re gay. You will have me to thank for that. Whoever you get after me will know that someone with a big dick christened this tight pretty hole.” And he gripped my ass cheeks so tight that he had to have left a bruise that would likely stay for days or maybe a month.

  With his body holding me in place, I felt unzip and heard him reach inside his leather jeans and bring a condom to his mouth, tear the paper, and roll it over his cock. Then he licked his fingers and pressed them against my ring of tight muscle.

  With one powerful pump of his hips, he drove inside me, and then that handsome broad-shouldered man pulled out. I felt the loss of that amazing cock all the way down to my toes. It didn’t take long before I felt his hips punch forward and he was inside me again, filling me with his hard relentless cock to where it took my breath away.

  “Do you like that, handsome?” He whispered soft and low as if he was seducing me. I enjoyed his sweet indulgent voice even as he tunneled hard down into my ass, hitting my prostate with me on the verge of coming on that wall. It made the pain more pleasurable and him less threatening.

  I searched for my breath as he bucked his hips into my ass, making me gasp for air.

  “It’s different,” I said, finally getting out the words after oxygen filled my brain, with me trying to pretend I’d had better and larger dicks inside me, when, in fact, I’d never had anything the likes of him or this. I’d never had hot sweaty nasty sex in the back of a bar before in my life, and I thought that beautiful large man was on to my small ass.

  I would likely never have it again, so I decided that since this man was the most fulfilling fuck I’d had in my life, I’d better get into it before it was over, and I would have missed my chance at living in the moment.

  This moment was proving to be fucking awesome.

  Chapter 4

  Luca

  I didn’t want to let this beautiful little twink get away from me. Just being inside him made me feel like giving up everything and following him on the road, or wherever he had a mind to go. We could ride our motorcycles all over the country and maybe even travel down to Mexico. I had enough money where we could travel the world. I didn’t want to lose him. When a man found what he wanted in a person and he knew that he would never be the same if that person got away, then he had to go where his heart led him.

  It might sound crazy, but I wanted to feel all of him. I went to my knees and took his cock in my mouth and down my throat. When I glanced up at him, all I could see in the dim-lit alley was his magnificent handsome face looking down at me with his heavy-lidded eyes, enjoying what I was giving him. He never complained, even when I fucked him hard. He begged me. “Give it to me harder. I need it hard so I will never forget you. I don’t even know your name,” he said breathless. “What can I call you?”

  “Call me Lou and I’ll call you handsome. Your skin is soft and not hairy,” I said, passing my palms along his groin and kissing his stomach just before he pushed his long length into my mouth. I opened up and swallowed it down, happy and delighted to be tasting him, taking in his scent, filled with musk and body wash, as he fucked my mouth continuously.

  I pulled back and said, “Fuck my mouth harder. You won’t hurt anything. That’s the way I like it, and I like you.” When he bucked his hips forward and I tasted the pre-cum, I knew it wouldn’t be long before my mouth was filled with his warm cum. I looked forward to it. I wanted it. I needed him.

  It had been too long since I’d enjoyed a man who had been eager to take my large full length.

  As I used my muscles in my mouth to suck him hard and bring him to orgasm, I glanced up at him, and for a moment he had his eyes closed, then his eyes tracked my every movement until his lids became heavy. I felt his cock swell as he punched forward with me holding his sweet little ass in my palms. He gave out a deep groan as the warm liquid of his cum fell from the slit of his cock, and my tongue slid around the full head, tasting and enjoying him in my mouth as I sucked up the last drop from his cock.

  Chapter 5

  Ethan

  Glancing down at Lou, on his knees pleasuring me, gave me the feeling that I was indeed as powerful as him. Yet he was the one who I knew had all the power. He was strong and handsome, and looked at me with a glint in his eyes as if he had something else on his mind. When he rose to his full height, towering over me, he raised me up by my waist and looked into my eyes.

  “Follow me,” he said, then placing me on my feet. He strode around to the front of the bar where our bikes stood. He lifted his long leg and sat on the bike, then roared the motor to life. He turned, gazing at me and waited for me climb on my bike, but I didn’t because I wasn’t sure I was ready to ride just yet. I needed to catch my breath and give my ass a rest. He had been the one pounding it all night.

  When he sucked me dry, I thought I would never be able to walk again.

  “Come on, handsome, get on your bike. I want to take you to the ends of the earth.” I thought he’d taken me there and back the way he’d ridden my ass. “Or you can ride with me.”

  It had gotten dark and I wasn’t sure I wanted to go with this stranger out into the desert. “We’re going to the Grand Canyon,” he said.

  That’s where I needed to be, because I had a hotel room waiting for me. I threw caution to the wind along with my good sense. “I’ll ride my own bike,” I said, climbing on and revving up the motor.

  “Follow me.�
� He roared out the dusty driveway and on to the highway, never looking back. I rushed behind him. I wanted to see more of this man, because he’d touched something deep inside of me, and it wasn’t just my prostate. He’d gone beyond that and with his body so close when he entered me with his hard cock, filling me, I wanted and needed to experience that one more time.

  As I tried to keep up, I felt the pain of my ass and the weakness in my legs, but I held the bike on the road, trying to keep it steady and hang with the Harley and that man I’d only known for a few hours. I must have been an idiot to follow him into the dark, and for two more hours.

  FINALLY, THERE WERE lights and on my left was the hotel I’d booked. Lou had slowed his Harley, hanging back until I caught up and passed him. I turned and stopped abruptly at the hotel. When he spotted me, realizing that I had turned in, he circled back and pulled in next to me as I tried to lift my tired ass off my bike.

  It looked like I couldn’t go another step, but I forced myself.

  “What’s the matter, handsome, can’t hang with the big boys?” I knew he was goading me to see what I’d do.”

  “I think I’ve gone as far as I can go. I have a room waiting for me. Maybe I’ll see you there tomorrow.”

  “I have something better waiting for you,” he said, cupping his cock. I knew what he was offering and I wanted it, but I didn’t think I had the stamina to continue with him. He’d worn me out. Even going to the gym every day hadn’t prepared me for a man like Lou. He was a powerhouse and had a dick a racehorse would be envious of.

  Putting my kickstand down, then stepping onto the curb, I wandered into the office and got my room key. I expected not to see Lou outside. He was waiting patiently straddling his bike.

  With a sexy smile and a wink, he said in a strong voice, “I’m not going there without you. I want us to be together when the sun rises in the morning, so come on, handsome, we only have a few more miles. You can ride with me.” He slanted his head and said with a soft voice, “I’ll take you with me wherever you want to go.”