Feeling the Beast Between My Thighs

“I left it in the car.” My wife said to me, pleading me with her eyes, passively asking me to go get it. She wanted her seat cushion for the stands. My son had started playing baseball this summer, taking after his old man. At 38, I wasn’t feeling like an old man, still retaining my inherited youthful boyish looks even at my age. I kept in great shape with a strict diet and regular workout, and it showed. At 5’9” I was no hulking giant of a man, but I was very broad-shouldered for my size, and had developed a nice muscular build with big arms and well-muscled legs. I had been married for almost ten years now, and my son was 8, and starting out his baseball life on a new team.

I was reminiscing about my own baseball times, how it could have turned into a career for me, but instead I gave it all up as I headed to university. I suddenly sighed as I remembered my coach, which was the real reason I had stopped playing baseball altogether. It felt like only yesterday with him, and my cock suddenly twitched at the memory of my coach’s big body, his powerful muscles, his thick big cock, and the way he kissed me that first time…

“Are you going to get it?” I heard my wife ask again. I nodded and got up from the high stands to make my descent.

I hadn’t thought about my baseball coach in a while, but now with my son starting, I couldn’t help it. It was bringing back all my hidden desires, my secret flings, my lust for men and cock and getting fucked. I was trying to behave. I was trying to be a dutiful husband to my wife. I loved her very much. And with two kids (a girl too!) I was seriously trying to be good.

But fuck me if I didn’t need cock!

It had been a number of years since I’d done anything with anyone. After my stint through Europe where I went hog wild and let anyone fuck me, I came back and tried to settle down with the man of my dreams. When that didn’t work out the way we had hoped, I vowed I wouldn’t be taken in again by another man and returned to fucking women. I figured I was bi and would simply find the one I loved and who loved me in return. Alison was that women and I was committed.

But every now and then, my eyes wandered. My cock wasn’t getting the attention I needed. And my ass wasn’t getting ANY attention. I’d slip occasionally, beating myself up about it afterwards, vowing to behave.

And then he drove by on his motorcycle.

The baseball stands backed onto the parking lot, so when I reached the bottom of the stands, I headed to the car and waited for the row of traffic to pass by me as there were two other fields farther down. As I stood waiting to cross a Cop came along in the line of cars on a motorcycle. Let me correct that, a HOT cop came along on a motorcycle.

Now, who doesn’t like to look at a hot cop in uniform every now and then? And then put one on a motorcycle and you have yourself the making of a sweet fantasy jerk off session. My cock suddenly woke up from hibernation with a giant “Well HELLO!” as he drove by me, smiling behind his shades at me as he went past.

He had that tanned chiseled face, with the firm, almost constant look of him gritting his teeth all the time to make his jawline appear so hard and strong. He was wearing a short sleeve light brown uniformed top that showed off his massive biceps and smooth arms. (Shaved? Couldn’t tell but they looked smooth!). He completed the full motorcycle cop look with his tight brown pants and high black boots, cop helmet and black gloves and all.

“Fuuuuuuuucccccckkkk.” I said under my breath as he passed by me.

Did I smile back? I wondered. I crossed the pathway to where the cars were parked, not even looking to see if it was clear. Luckily, I didn’t get hit by anything and in a trance, I found my car, looking over my shoulder to see where he went. He had parked his bike at the far end of the lot, under a tree. He was just getting off his bike and removing his helmet as I was making my way back to the stands with my wife’s seat cushion. As I approached the line of few cars still making their way into the area, I stopped and looked to my right to see him standing by his bike, slowly taking his biker gloves off. His helmet was off revealing a full head of blonde hair, cut very short, almost spikey on the top.

“Mmmm-MM.” I moaned, again sort of under my breath as I returned to the stands. I tried to position myself a little differently so I could see past the stands to the spot where he stood but I couldn’t see him. My mind, as it should have, returned to the game in front of me.

Well my son was certainly no superstar like I was. He was short like me but wasn’t all that coordinated. He played okay for his first game and did manage to hit a ball when he was up at bat, which to be fair was more than I could do at my first game! As we came down from the stands, his teammates in their Blue Jay colored uniforms all flocked to their parents, holding the “snack” that their coaches had given them after the game. Tonight’s first was a Jumbo Mr. Freeze, fluorescent blue. I could see stains in the very near future.

We rounded the stands and I noticed one little Blue Jay running towards the back of the lot, where the motorcycle cop still stood resting against his bike. The cop bent down and opened his arms to his son flying at him.

Well fuck me, I thought. His son is on my son’s team. This could get interesting. Suddenly I was fascinated in when the next game was.

But I didn’t see him again at the next game, or the next game, or the NEXT game. I was starting to think he was some deadbeat dad who only showed up every now and then, pulling focus from the true hero of the day – the mother who was at every game.

It was at the fifth game when he made his appearance again, pulling into the same spot in front of me, I swear in slow motion for added effect. I was at the “playground” with my daughter. After sitting in the stands for an hour of a slow-moving game, she (and to be honest, I) started to lose focus. My wife suggested I take her over to the small playground at the end of the fields, which happened to be right beside the ending of the parking lot under the trees. My heart beat a couple extra beats when I saw that motorcycle heading my way.

I watched him carefully as he pulled up, getting off his bike and giving me a full-on view of his muscled ass as he swung his leg over the machine and propped it up on its stand. When he turned to take off his helmet, he saw me standing there, looking at him. All that was missing was that slow-motion head toss of his hair as he removed it. He smiled and I found myself smiling back and nodding, lifting up a hand as if to say, “hey man,” when what I was really thinking was “wow holy fuck you are one hot man.”

He leaned against his bike the way he had done before, crossing his arms which only amplified the size of his biceps. I think I let out a soft whimper.

I heard my daughter laugh loudly so I turned to look at her, seeing her running towards her brother who was running towards us, his Blue Jay uniform standing out amongst the trees.

“What are you doing over here?” I said to him in my nicest parental tone. “You’re in the middle of a game!”

“I saw you playing over here!” he said as his sister hugged him.

“Get back to the dugout, you don’t leave your team ever!” I spun him around and pointed him in the right direction and he toddled off back to the bench. As I walked back towards the playground with my daughter, the cop was walking towards me.

“Hey bud,” He said out loud as he approached. I think I stopped dead in my tracks. “My son is on the same team as yours!” He was pointing after my kid. “How are they doing tonight?”

“Oh,” I tried not to stare at his entire body, noticing he was taller than me, maybe 5’11” or 6 feet, but was wider and bigger than me. He also had a gold wedding band on his thick manly fingers. Stop it! I said to myself. Focus! “It’s been a slow game tonight, but I think we are winning. I lost track as it is taking soooo long.” I emphasized the ‘so’ with a rolling of my eyes.

The cop laughed a deep hearty one. “Yeah tell me about it. I used to play ball when I was younger, and I never thought it could be so painful to watch!”

I laughed with him. “I know! I played too!”

He patted my bicep with a jovial grab, as if I was a long-lost friend of his. “Which position?”

“Uh,” a little startled at this touch, “2nd base, and I pitched. What about you?”

“Short stop.”

Of course, he did. What a fucking stud. I thought to myself.

I cleared my throat to come out of my quick coma. “My coach wanted me to try catching, so that last year I played I tried it out.” Why was I telling him this?

He looked at me, with a sudden change of interest. “Oh yeah?” He asked me. “Did you like catching?”

I chuckled to myself at the reference. I remember once long ago my Coach telling me I should try catching in front of my teammate. Catch his big cock in my ass was what he truly meant. Did this innuendo ever get old? I wondered. “So,” I added a cautiously, “I did.” With a big smile.

He chuckled quietly to himself this time, so I changed the subject quickly before I started drooling.

“That’s a sweet bike.” I said pointing to his motorcycle.

“You ride?” he asked quickly.

I shook my head. “Nah. Never even been on one.”

“Oh, they are sweet. It’s a powerful feeling to have that beast vibrating between your legs.” He said, half to himself.

“I bet.” I heard myself saying, with a rather sexy throaty tone. What the fuck am I doing?

He turned to me, slapping the back of my shoulder lightly. “I’ll have to take you for a spin on it one night. Show you how it feels between your thighs.”

Did I have a sign on my forehead that said “Sexually frustrated guy looking for cock. Insert sexual double meanings at will!”

And yet, I still answered “That would be sweet buddy.” I didn’t normally talk like that. I sounded like an aged surfer. But it was working on this cop. And I was starting to feel those familiar feelings, as my eyes looked over this guy so close to me. We were standing there, nodding, and smiling, and looking at the Harley, me wondering what to say next.

My daughter interrupted us, and I had to excuse myself from this hot cop to go “potty.” Not me, her. When we emerged, she wanted to go back to the stands to watch her brother play. I could see the cop by his bike again, talking on his radio. We remained in the stands for the rest of the game, and when it ended I noticed the cop had come to the side of the stands this time as our kids came round from the dugout, holding a bag of chips as tonight’s snack. Healthy. I thought sarcastically.

As we headed to the car, I caught sight of the cop as we passed by his family. “Hey, see ya buddy.” He waved to me.

I smiled back. “Yeah, see ya next time pal.” Pal? I tried not to giggle like a schoolgirl.

My wife looked back, and I could see her checking him out. “New friend?” she asked teasingly, turning again to look at him.

Hands off, he’s mine. I thought as I noticed her staring. “Easy Allie.”

She giggled and took my hand. “Bet you’d look good in that uniform.”

Bet he’d look good out of it. I thought again. Jesus, I was going to hell.

The next game two nights later I kept turning in the stands every time I heard a loud muffler, looking for the hot motorcycle cop. But nothing. Just as the game was about to start, I saw a blonde guy walking up the stands over towards me. I didn’t recognize him out of uniform, but it was the cop.

He was wearing a plain grey t-shirt that clung to his upper body, showing off his rippling muscles and big arms. He had a pair of thigh length shorts that showed off his thick well-developed legs, that were shaved smooth. He had a pair of flip flops on that displayed a nice set of feet. Mmmm. I hoped that sound I could hear in my head was my inside voice.

He had no sunglasses on, so I didn’t know it was him until he plopped down beside me and held out his hand for a greeting. “Hey buddy. Game just get started?”

I shook his hand, feeling his strong grip in mine. “Just.” I said, taking him all in beside me. “I didn’t recognize you out of uniform!” Again, I felt like putting my hand to my forehead in a giant “D’Oh” as I kept saying the things I was thinking, hoping it wasn’t coming across as too obvious.

“Yeah not working tonight, so I can sit in the stands and not have to be on call. I sneak over when I can while I’m on shift. Don’t want to miss a game. But these shifts are killing me.”

I had misjudged him. He wasn’t a deadbeat dad. We talked like old friends as we watched the game, although I had no idea what his name was. We cheered loudly for any play that resembled anything exciting, no matter what team it was for, and by the end of it, I had gotten my fair share of stolen secret glances at him. I noticed that his legs were shaved smooth and wondered if he shaved his cock and balls like I did. I stared at his feet in his flip flops, nice and wide, manly, but not overly huge, and smooth like the rest of him. His arms were smooth as well and I wondered if he was a body builder. Or a swimmer. The definition in his arms and legs was incredible with no hair outlining it, and I found myself looking at all his veins popping out, and the way his arm and leg muscles flexed as he moved.

He had light blue eyes, almost grey. He didn’t have the deepest voice, but it was a nice one to listen to, along with watching his neck muscles move and his lips as he talked…

…Holy shit I was really into this guy. And knowing he was a cop just fueled my desire even more!

At the end of the game, he nudged my leg with his. “Hey, I can take you for a ride next game if you want?” He looked at me sideways, and then back to the front watching for our sons. Both our wives had already gone down to meet the kids while we stood up on the bleachers.

“Hey yeah that would be awesome!” I smiled at him, maybe a little too much.

“Cool.” He mumbled. “I’ll bring an extra helmet and we can go for a quick one.” He turned and put his hand on my shoulder. “I’m Mike by the way.” And held out his other hand to me once again.

I shook his hand and I held it there. “Brian.” I said.

He squeezed my shoulder and then we let go of our hands. “Nice to meet you buddy. I will see you next game.” He winked at me and patted my shoulder again before he started to walk down the bleachers. I stood still, watching his ass move before I snapped out of it.

What the fuck was happening? This sort of stuff doesn’t happen to me anymore. Not since I was travelling through Europe almost 15 years ago! I thought I had turned off my gaydar for good! But here was this smoking hot cop flirting with me.

Wait, was he flirting? I was pretty sure. That lingering handshake. The constant connection of our bodies – the legs nudging me, the hand on my shoulder, the punching me as we talked. And the innuendos. “Take me for a ride” or “we can go for a quick one” or “it’s a powerful feeling to have that beast vibrating between your thighs.” Or maybe I was just so fucking horny I was imagining it all happening. Either way, I was going to get to ride a motorcycle!

The next game wasn’t for another week, and as every day got closer, I found myself getting more and more excited. Even if my wildest porn fantasies didn’t come true, I was enjoying just looking at this cop, and the thought of riding on his motorcycle behind him, with my hands on him was already enough for me.

But when I did see him, standing in that shaded spot in his full police uniform, holding an extra helmet up for me, I thought Fuck it! I wanted the wild porn fantasy!

“You ready for this?” He asked me as I strolled over to him as casually as I could instead of running to him and jumping on top of him. He was holding up a helmet for me with a raised eyebrow.

“You still working?” I asked pointing to his uniform.

He shook his head. “Nah I clocked out just now so I’m off. Thought you might enjoy the uniform.”

Okaaaaaay, I thought in my head very slowly. I didn’t know how to respond and just stood there.

“Here,” he threw me the helmet, “Put it on and we can go now before the game gets going. I don’t think we’ll miss much in the beginning!”

I couldn’t agree more. I shoved the big thing over my head and watched him get on his bike. He peered over at me and leaned down to grab the handles, looking like he was sticking his backside out a bit as he pointed to the seat as if to say, “Hop on.” Like a firecracker exploding, I jumped to the bike and maneuvered my leg over the thing, holding on to the seat as I did.

He turned half sideways and grabbed my left hand and placed it on his waist as he said, “You’re going to have to hang on to me.” His voice was coming through my helmet.

“You can talk through these things?!” I said, peering over his broad shoulder.

I heard him laugh. “Yeah you can, so just talk casually and I can hear you. Feeling good?”

It felt so good to have my hands on another man’s waist once again, even if it was over clothes. My right hand found its place and I scooted a little forward on the bike, so my crotch was just inches from his firm round ass in front of me. The bike roared to life and the vibrations surged through me.

Oh, oh. I thought as I looked down. My cock was already getting hard. Maybe I shouldn’t be sitting so close…

Mike readjusted his own position and inched closer to me backwards as he walked the bike slightly, turning the wheel so we could take off. And then we did. Boy, did we ever.

The sound was loud, the wind automatically hit my face as we sped away, a few people turned to watch us. My hands gripped his waist tighter, as there was practically no fat on this smooth cop. I found myself having to reach around more to the front just to hang on properly, both my hands now grasping at his flat stomach as we soared along.

“You doing okay?” I heard his voice in my head.

“Fuck yeah!” I said as I felt the raw power of the machine as we accelerated fast through the city streets, heading into the side roads and into a less populated area.

“I love riding!” His voice said in my ears.

There was a combination of a rush of exhilaration, and a huge wave of anxiety as it felt like we were moving so fast, winding and whipping through the roads. I found myself in a constant state of tension as my legs squeezed the sides, and my hands held on to this man tight, but not too tight. Mike hit an empty stretch of road in one of the secluded areas and accelerated fast, forcing me to move my hands up a bit on him and press my body closer to his. I had my chest pressed up against his back, and my bulge was pushed up against his round ass.

“Feel good yet?” He said, shaking me out of my adrenaline rush a bit.

“My God yes!” I said a little too loudly. And then I felt his right gloved hand move up to mine which was now just resting up under his pec, and he took it, and moved it down to his bulge in the front of his pants. I clutched at it, his cock rock hard and pointing sideways up the right side of his leg. Holy shit! I thought as I gasped out loud.

“How’s that feel?” I heard his voice in my head. “You like that?”

I responded by grabbing it hard, squeezing it to feel just how thick it was, how hard it was, how massive it felt as I pressed up against his back to hold on to it.

“Yeah I thought so.” He said again.

We rode for a few more minutes down this deserted road, my hand still gripping his hard cock through his pants, my left hand positioned now on the bend at his waist, my chest pressed up against his solid back, and my own crotch pushing my cock into his hard ass. He turned down a road, and then another. We were in a farm type area, very few houses, and then he pulled into a trail, driving his bike along a dirt path, through the side of the walkway barrier and further along the walking path, before turning to the right and through a grassy area behind trees. We bumped along onto the grassy spot where we came to a stop.

We were alone in a deserted field.

“Off.” He simply said, and I instinctively responded. As soon as I was off, he stepped off his bike, turned to lean against it, and undid his pants, opened the fly and pulled out his cock just as I was pulling my helmet off. “Suck it.” He ordered me.

It was a nice one. Looked like mine, cut, shaved, smooth, thick, 8 inches about. Fuck it could be my twin cock! I was on my knees in a flash, grabbing it with my hand and shoving it in my mouth to taste him. His gloved hands came to my head as he bent over me, his cock all the way down my throat. It had been a while since I had sucked a cock, and here I was, finally, sucking one that looked so much like my own. I was in heaven! He tasted manly, salty and sweaty from just our ride alone no doubt. He was hard, like really hard, and it felt like I had a steel rod in my mouth. I looked up and noticed he was still wearing his helmet.

Holy fuck! I thought again as I looked up, his cock still in my mouth. He still had his sunglasses on, his helmet as well, and he was looking down at me like some futuristic cyborg pumping my mouth with his dick. He had on his driving gloves, and just the lower portion of his abs was showing his naked flesh while the rest of him remained hidden under his police uniform.

I sucked that cock, licked it, tongued his balls as he pulled his underwear lower, slapped his tool on my face – I couldn’t get enough of it. The heat of his cock felt so good in my hands, in my mouth and on my face.

“I knew you were a dirty little cocksucker.” I heard him groan above me. I looked up to see that he had taken his helmet and sunglasses off, and his eyes were watching me worshipping his cock. “You do anything else?” he growled at me, “You said you were a ‘catcher’? You wanna ride this beast now?”

“Fuck yeah!” I yelled as I stood up to him and moved to his face. But his gloved hand came to my chest and he stopped me.

“No kissing.” He said simply and sat back on top of his motorcycle and swung his leg over, sliding backwards on the seat where I was, and stroked his cock looking at me. He pointed to it. “Come on. Come ride this hog.” He spit on it, and rubbed it in.

I started undoing my pants. “You safe?” I asked as I slid my shorts down and kicked them off, standing in my undies with my cock tenting them.

He nodded. “As long as you are bud. I only fuck married guys.”

I pulled my undies off and pulled off my shirt as I watched him unbutton his uniformed top, pushing the sides of it back to show off his completely hairless sculpted upper body. He spit some more and rubbed it along his cock, stroking me while he watched me, looking at my naked body. “You’re pretty fukin hot bro. Now get that fucking ass over here.” He commanded.

I swung my leg over in front of him so that I was now sitting in the driver’s spot in the front. The feel of the bike between my legs overcame me once again as I felt him slide forward and slap my ass with his rock-hard cock. I hoisted myself up a bit, my feet resting on the sides of the bike to hold my ass up as I felt him slide a bit under me, his cock now gliding up in between my cheeks. He was moving it back and forth, and as his head rubbed against my hole, I felt waves of emotion come over me. It had been so long since I’ve had a cock in me and suddenly there was nothing I wanted more.

“I couldn’t wait to fuck you.” He said as he rubbed that thick cock at my hole now, comparing the size of his head to my little puckered hole. “I saw the way you looked at me.”

“Oh, fuck you are so hot.” I moaned as I started to push down a bit, feeling his cock head pressing into me.

“You wanted my cock as soon as you saw me, didn’t you?”

“Yes!” I moaned out.

“Been a while has it?” He asked as he tried to shove it in, aa it wasn’t as easy as he thought. “Got a nice tight fucking ass here don’t ya?”

He was every bit the domineering cop, getting me all riled up with his dirty talk and the feel of his cock at my ass. He pushed my ass up a bit more and then pulled me down more on his wetter cock, having applied a little more spit to his cock.

“Come on you little cock whore, open up for me,” he grunted behind me, getting a little more forceful with his cock in his hand as he pushed me down on the head of his cock.

And then in one sinking motion, he broke through my ring and pushed me all the way down onto his fat cock as I gripped the sides of the bike.

“FUCK YES!” He howled behind me, and, grabbing my waist, started to fuck me hard without even giving me a chance to breathe or adjust to the invasion.

I clung to the sides of the bike as he fucked up into me, slamming me down on him at the same time. It took me awhile to calm down and relax into it, but the familiar sensations and feelings came flooding back and in no time, I was the one fucking backwards onto his cock, causing him to grunt and snarl even more.

He stood up a bit, lifting me up with his impaled cock, and leaned over me to fuck me a little harder in that half standing position. And then he turned the bike on.

The vibrations from the motorcycle and the relentless rough fucking from him caused me to groan out in a way I’ve never done before. To make matters more intense, his gloved hand reached around and started jerking my cock. Here I was, on a revved-up motorcycle, with a cop raping my ass while his gloved hand jerked me. I hoped there was someone in the bushes videoing this so I could remember it always!

I grabbed the handles of the bike to steady myself as he leaned forward more into me, continuing his assault in my ass while jerking me at the same time. “You like that?” He was at my ear, his breath on me, his lips so close to my face they were practically kissing me. “You like that cop dick in your ass? You getting off on it? Gonna cum while I fuck you? Huh?” he was taunting me, and it was working.

I pushed my ass back and matched his rhythm, now fucking against him as hard as he was fucking me. He roared out in enthusiasm. “FUCK YEAH! What a cock slut you are! You’re the hottest guy I’ve ever fucked! Can’t get enough of me, can you?!”

I grabbed my cock over top of his gloved hand and jerked it, picking up the speed using his hand still to grip my dick. He didn’t pull away but let me use his hand. I heard him grunt in my ear and his tongue came out and licked it, and then his lips were kissing my earlobe.

“I’m gonna breed you buddy. Want some cop seed in you? Do you? Huh?” He was now biting my neck and kissing it as he fucked me mercilessly, not waiting for me to answer. But it was enough to send me over the edge.

I jerked his gloved hand over my cock harder and as he squeezed, the first round of cum shot from my cock straight out and over the front of his bike. I watched it sail through the air, a nice thick white glob, before another one shot out, landing on the speedometer, and another landing again in the same spot, and another…

…as Mike started grunting in my ear. “Fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” over and over again. He never stopped fucking me hard, but I felt him cum, my insides suddenly slicker as the first eruption came. His grunts were more animalistic, his thrusting forceful and rough as he drilled my ass until we were both done. There were a couple more “yeahs” as he slowed down, and his hand left my cock to hold my waist as he slowly pumped the last remnants of cum into me, before pushing me slowly off his dick as he watched it pop out.

I stood up over the bike, my legs shaking from that position and explosion. I bent forward and swung off the bike, feeling his cum already leaking down my leg. He sat back and I could see his glistening cock still standing straight up in the air against his sweaty abs. He reached down into the side of his bike and opened the compartment, pulled out a small towel and wiped his cock with it, then tossed it to me. I picked it up from the ground in front of me and used it to catch what was spilling out of my ass. He held his hand out for it and I moved in to give it to him. “Thanks, I’ll smell that later when I jerk off.” He gave me a slight grin as he took it from me.

Holy fuck this was one dirty cop. “That was incredible.” I said watching him shoving his still half hard cock into his pants, still sitting on the motorcycle.

He looked at me suddenly with interest. Then he pointed at my neck, “Let me see…” he said, stretching up to look at me as I turned.

“What?” I asked, feeling my neck.

He examined me from his position, then shook his head. “No, you’re good.” Then he smiled sheepishly. “I was afraid I left a mark on your neck there. I don’t normally do that to guys, but your ass was so tight, and you are so fucking hot, and you just…” he stopped. Smiled again. “Well you just looked so tasty.” He added with that grin again.

“Yeah?” I asked, smiling as I pulled my shorts up and grabbed my shirt. “I’m one helluva kisser too.”

He studied me a little and started buttoning up his shirt. “I’m usually not into kissing, but I’ll admit, you do look kissable. Maybe next time.”

My heart fluttered. Next time?!? “Hope so.” I said.

He got off the bike and picked up his helmet. Then threw me mine. “Let’s go. We have to get back before they wonder where we disappeared to.”

I caught the helmet and shoved it over my head. The next time he spoke it came through straight to my ears from the connection between our helmets again.

“This time feel free to hang on to whatever you want.” He said as he mounted his motorcycle again, patting the space behind him for me.

The first thing I grabbed was his hard ass as I mounted the bike. Then I placed my hands at the top of his legs, both my hands on either side of his cock. I heard him groan in my helmet.

“Ready whenever you are.” I said.