He offered me a lift to Newcastle, for free. Well, I
couldn't afford to refuse, could I, and he *was* rather
nice. Looking at my thin jeans and denim jacket, he
said I'd better borrow some leathers from him, or I'd
freeze to death. So we went back to his flat. In his
wardrobe he'd got a fantastic amount of leather gear --
must've cost a fortune.
He sized me up and chose one of those new leather
jackets in green (you know how well green suits me!).
'Strip to your T-shirt,' he ordered.
'Here we go,' I thought, 'here comes the pre-flight
entertainment.' I wasn't exactly unwilling to have it
off with him, but a bit nervous about all his leather
toys. I needn't have worried, though; that wasn't on
his mind at all.
The leather jacket fitted beautifully, like a second
skin, smooth and warm. Then he hunted for a
matching pair of green leather trousers.
'I can't get into those,' I muttered, 'they're far too
'Just leave it to me,' he answered. 'Take off your
jeans.' As I wasn't wearing anything underneath
them, this took only a few moments. My equipment
tingled in anticipation of the struggle to come.
Opening a can of some sort of oil, he poured some
round the inside of the seat of the trousers. 'That'll
make it easier.' He grinned at me -- rather wickedly, I
Sitting on the edge of the bed, I slid both feet down
through the trouser legs. They certainly went in easily.
Then I stood up and manoeuvred the slippery leather
round my thighs and arse. There was a zip running
from the belt at the back between my cheeks and up
underneath my balls.
'Careful now,' he delicately eased the balls into their
greasy pouch. 'Do up the waistband first, it's more
comfortable.' Grasping my cock (by now almost
erect) he held it vertical while pulling up the zip.
The effect of the carefully shaped smooth slippery
leather on my sensitive cock was almost too much. To
add to the sensation, he poured some more oil down
inside the front of the waistband. Then he stood back
to admire the result. Smiling lustfully, he said, 'Find
yourself a pair of boots while I get dressed.'
I willingly watched while he repeated the process on
himself, dressing in a set of supple light-brown
leathers, identical in design to my own. Squeezing
himself upwards to close the zip (and it was *quite* a
squeeze) excited him almost as much as it did me.
Gloves and helmets completed the outfits, but the
helmets came equipped with an extra facility in the
form of an intercom, with a microphone and small
ear-speaker built in.
'I like to be able to talk to my passengers,' he
explained, 'it's more fun that way.'
We went downstairs to the garage, where I stood
beside the machine on which we had travelled from
'No, we'll use *this* bike tonight,' he called from
across the garage, pointing to an absolutely enormous
beast with several extra sets of switches and two
separate, strangely shaped saddles.
'What are these switches for, and why is the saddle
such a funny shape?' I enquired naively.
He just grinned and answered, 'Wait and see!' He
kicked the powerful machine into life, and I climbed
on behind him. Before putting his helmet on he said,
'Try yours on and make sure the intercom's
working.' I did so and found that, despite the noise of
the bike, it was quite easy to hear him.
With great skill the unwieldy bike was manoeuvred
out of the garage. He drove it rather carefully and
slowly, I thought, but this was explained when his
voice muttered in my ear, 'Don't want to be picked
up by the police, do we? They might ask awkward
questions about the bike.'
'Tell me what's so special about it,' I demanded.
'Wait till we're out on the open road, then you'll find
out,' was his mysterious reply.
It was completely dark, with just a few stars shining
in the clear sky. A gentle breeze was blowing, but I
felt quite warm in my comfortable leather skin. The
roar of the engine vibrating between my legs was
making me feel very randy, and I wondered idly
where he was taking me. It was obvious that we
weren't out just for the pleasure of the ride -- he had
some plan for seducing me, that was plain.
We turned off a roundabout on to a straight, unlit,
deserted road, and he opened up the throttle a bit. The
headlight showed only the black road, with hedges on
both sides and an occasional tree. I pressed myself
closer against his back, and put my arms round his
waist, feeling the supple leather warmed by his skin,
and smelling the wonderful odour of male body
encased in leather.
'That's more like it,' he said, 'just relax and enjoy
yourself while I tell you about this bike. The saddles
are shaped like this to give easy access to your arse,
and we have a variety of toys on board which should
give you a thrill. Do you like being fucked?'
'As long as it's fairly gentle,' I answered cautiously,
wondering how he was going to manage to fuck me
while sitting in front of me.
'Right. Undo your zip from the back, right round to
the front, then.' I felt behind me and found another
zip-pull, and with some difficulty got it round to the
front, exposing my arse to the night air, and releasing
my cock, which had been straining against the leather
for some time.
'OK,' I said, 'what now?'
'Now I just press this switch here, and *hey presto*!'
Nothing happened for a moment, and then I felt
something smooth, hard, and warm prodding gently at
my arse. 'There's a flap behind your saddle with a
nice big dildo resting in a pool of lubricant under it.
When I press the switch, the flap opens and the dildo
starts to rise. It's powered from the engine, but I'll
leave it on low-speed for the moment.'
Gradually, the slippery dildo closed in on my tight
arsehole, and its gentle vibrations and insistent
thrusting motions soon had me opened up and longing
for more. I stretched my arse over the gap in the back
of the saddle and the artificial cock eased its way past
my sphincter. The oil inside my trousers had already
lubricated me quite a bit, so it wasn't at all difficult to
take in the full thickness and length of it. Finally, just
when I thought I couldn't take any more, the dildo
stopped rising, but carried on vibrating and thrusting
gently, rousing me to a fever pitch of excitement.
'Have you got one, too?' I gasped between thrusts.
'Who needs an artificial one when they've got the real
thing behind them?' came the reply.
'But I can't fuck you from this position,' I said in
surprise, 'it's the wrong angle.'
'We'll soon solve that problem with the help of some
more of these gadgets,' he answered. 'Undo my zip
from the back.' He eased himself up off the saddle so
that I could pull his zip undone from the back right
round to the front. I felt his cock spring free. 'Now I
press this button here, and -- up I go.'
His saddle began to rise slowly upwards and
backwards, until his arse was poised temptingly just
over my throbbing cock. 'Now another button, and
down I go again,' he said, pressing the button as he
did so. Very slowly, his saddle moved down again,
impaling him on top of my cock. I squirmed with
delight as I entered him, but couldn't move very much
with the dildo inside me and him on top.
'I shan't be able to thrust into you in this position,' I
said, 'but it's very exciting as long as it's all right for
'Why waste energy moving about when the bike will
do it for us?' came the answer. 'Another button, and
away we go!' By pressing another button his saddle
started to rock up and down in an undulating motion
which caused my cock to force its way into and out of
him, while at the same time stimulating me almost to
the point of coming. 'Do you like it?' he shouted
I could scarcely speak, I was so full of lust, but I
managed to croak, 'Yes, of course I like it -- what
'Now we just increase the speed a little,' he said,
opening up the throttle, 'the mechanism is all geared
to the engine revs, so if we go faster, so does all the
He was right. The bike's equipment, as well as my
equipment, were all working overtime. The dildo
behind me was thrashing in and out, causing a great
hot flush to come over me each time it reached full
penetration, and my cock was at full stretch and near
to bursting as it rammed into his well-lubricated tight
'Hold on to my cock,' he yelled, as he increased the
speed yet again.
I reached round in front of him and held his slippery
cock in one hand, his big hairy balls in the other. The
incredible sensations which filled my body, linked to
the speed of the roaring bike, nearly made me faint.
Then he slowed right down, so that there was just a
slight movement of the dildo and his saddle to keep us
'It's much better if you start off fast, then have a slow
session, and end up coming while we do the ton,' he
said. 'Wank me off slowly at first, and then speed up
as I start to race the bike.'
My hand moved up and down the length of his
beautiful cock. His heavy balls squirmed as I
scratched their surface with my nails. I could hear his
heavy breathing through my ear-speaker. Matching
my wanking rhythm to the movements of the bike, I
soon felt that we were both in complete harmony,
moving inexorably together towards an orgasm which
I couldn't even imagine. Gradually he increased the
speed of the bike. The automatic fucking speeded up
too. So did the movements of my hands. The roar of
the bike grew louder, even through the thick padded
helmet. My body seemed to consist only of cock and
arsehole, both experiencing sensations stronger than
'We're doing the ton now!' he cried suddenly. 'Here I come!!'
Putting my hand over the tip of his tool, I felt great
spurts of spunk hot against my palm. I carried on
rubbing his cock with the sticky, slippery juice, as my
cock swelled in uncontrollable spasms inside him.
One final thrust of the great hard dildo sent me over
the edge. I seized him round the waist, and pressed
my body hard against his back, and began to come
with such force that I thought I would do myself an
injury. At the same time, it was such an exquisite
feeling that I hoped it would go on for ever. I writhed
and panted in the aftermath of the explosion, which
left me drained yet buoyant.
'Have you had enough for now?' he laughed. 'Most
people can't stand any more the first time.'
'My god, do you mean to say that anyone can manage
second helpings of that?' I gasped disbelievingly.
'Sure they can -- so will you be able to, after you've
had a rest. There's a transport cafe up ahead where
they know me. We'll go in there and let you recover.'
And the rest, as they say, is left to the readers'