Summertime Sweat

They say this summer has been hotter than most, and I’ll agree with that.  In more ways than just the temperature.  My name is Ryan and I'd like to tell you about a few of the hot times I’ve had so far.  A bit about myself first, though.  I’m in my late twenties, 27 to be exact.  I’m gay and out and have been since high school.  I’m not really a relationship guy, I like the freedom to fuck who and when I want.  I’m a couple inches under six foot and about a hundred seventy pounds.  I hit the gym occasionally, but my body stays toned from working construction for my uncle.  

I’ve had a beard since I turned 18 and keep it on the bushy side and the fur goes all the way down my body.  A few guys I’ve been with told me I should trim it and thats the last they see of me.  I like guys to have some fur.  I’m not into shaved or naturally smooth guys.  They just don’t turn me on.   I have several piercings in each ear, a septum piercing in my nose, both nipples are pierced and a PA.  Oh, and I have a bunch of ink. Both arms, a couple on my chest, my upper left leg, my right calf… you get the idea.

Things had been going slow, sexually, but I knew someone would come along. In the mean time some porn and my right hand would have to do. A few weeks ago I stopped into the tattoo shop to talk to the guy thats done all of my ink about the back tattoo that we have been designing. I rode over on my bike (a cafe racer I built last year out of an old Honda CX650) and went into the shop in my leather jacket, wife beater, jeans and my well worn tall Doc Martens. The artist, Sky, was working on a guy, putting down the first part of a piece that looked like it was going to go from his elbow up to his shoulder. I said “Hi” as I looked over the guy in the chair.  He seemed to be a bit younger than me and really nervous.   

The guy was sitting there in some baggy shorts with his shirt off so that Sky could do his work. I couldn’t see any other ink on the guy which seemed strange. It looked funny since Sky had shaved part of the guy’s left pec, leaving the rest of his chest and abs covered in a thick dark fur. He was about my height, but skinnier. There was a little muscle but I could tell he probably had some kind of office job. He had a trimmed beard, a 4ga horseshoe earring in his left ear, and hair that seemed to be trying to be a tame mohawk.

My cock started to stir and I was gazing, probably a bit too long, and Sky was introducing me to the guy. “Hey Ryan. Louis is finally getting inked. He’s been comin’ in here for over a year and finally pulled the trigger” Sky said.
“Cool. Looks like he’s serious. No little shit tattoo that he hides so no one can see it. Oh, I’m Ryan. Good to meet you Louis” I replied.

Louis winced as the needle jabbed into his tender chest skin while Sky made the outline. “Hi Ryan… Uh are you a regular customer?” Louis asked.

Before I could answer Sky said “Yeah, he’s a walking billboard for my work” and then chuckled. I sat down at one of the stools in front of the counter and then took my jacket off, laying it on the other stool. I could see Louis looking over my arms and the bits on my chest that weren’t covered by my shirt. He seemed to nod and finally said “Looks really cool. I hope mine turns out as good.”

“Don’t worry, you got the best guy doing it. It’ll look fuckin’ awesome” I said. I was undressing Louis in my mind, thinking of all the devious things I could do with his body before I fucked his brains out. I suddenly realized that I had no idea if the guy was gay or even bi, but my dick sure wanted to find out. To take my mind away from Louis, I pulled an envelope out of my jacket and said “I made a few changes to the drawings, Sky. Let me know what you think. I also put the rest of the money in the envelope. We still on for starting next Monday?”

Sky stopped working on Louis and looked over at the calendar on the wall and said “Yup, your usual 6pm time. Don’t forget to bring the pizza this time” before returning to Louis’s upper arm.

I chuckled and replied “Yeah, it’s a little hard to bring on the bike. We’ll see.” I kept staring at Louis’s body.   There was a bit of shine reflecting off his chest from him sweating. It was really tempting and I wanted to go over, lick it off and then kiss Louis like he’d never been kissed before.  I then tried to turn the conversation to see how he would react. “Hey Sky, when we finish my back are you going to finally let me tap that tight ass of yours?” I got a response, but it wasn’t the one I was looking for. Louis’s eyes opened wide and his mouth quickly followed.

Sky quickly replied “I keep tellin’ you, you can have it as soon as I get to tap your girlfriend.” This was an inside joke between Sky and I, ever since the first time I hit on him. He knew I never would have a girlfriend - I was firmly on the gay side of the sexuality scale and not even a little bit bi. It seemed to calm Louis down a bit, which was good. I didn’t want to scare him off and kill any chance of getting into his pants or shorts. 

We bullshitted for a while and before I knew it, Sky was finishing up the first pass of Louis’s ink. Sky bandaged it up and told Louis how to care for it while Louis gingerly put his t-shirt back on. Sky came over to the counter and took the envelope and put it in the cash register under the tray. “I’ll see you next Monday” Sky said pointing to me “and I’ll see you next Tuesday” pointing to Louis.

I grabbed my jacket and put it back on and started to leave. Louis was right behind me as I walked out and to my bike. “Nice bike but I don’t know how you ride that thing with the bars so low” Louis said while I slipped my helmet on.

“It’s easy once you get used to it. Sucks in traffic though. You ride?” I asked him.

“Yeah, I do. My bike’s running shitty though. Gotta take it in and get raped by the dealer” Louis said with a sound of disgust in his voice.

I held back my initial thought of telling him “bring it over to my garage and I’ll rape you” and instead said “You could bring it over to my place and I can take a look and let you know what it might need.” I surprised myself at how civil and polite it came out.

“Really? That would be so cool. I don’t know how to fix em and I think the dealer screws me over doing stuff that it doesn’t need” Louis said energetically. The smile that came over my face was partially hidden by my beard and that was probably good. Maybe I did have a chance with him. “How about Saturday afternoon. I work until 3, so maybe 4?” I said.

“I can do that. Give me your number and we can text later to set it up” Louis replied eagerly. We shared cell numbers and I hopped on my bike and started it up and took off, leaving him standing in the parking spot. I didn’t want to be too pushy or appear too obvious that I wanted to turn him into my next play toy. Over the next two days we texted back and forth, him asking if I was serious or just being polite and I reassured him I wanted him to come over to my garage and we could look at his bike. The little devil on my shoulder said “and look at way more.”

Saturday afternoon rolled around and I finished up all the stuff we needed to get done on the job site to be ready for the truckload of windows that was arriving.  I looked at my watch and it said 2:15PM.  I went home and showered and even cleaned my ass out.  I wanted to be prepared for anything that might happen.  I liked the sweaty stink from working all morning, but wasn’t sure Louis would be into it.  It hit me again as I was getting dressed that I was getting way ahead of myself.  Nothing was probably going to happen.    Having not fucked in almost a month was letting my little head do most of the thinking.  

I rode over to the garage where I store and work on my bikes. It belongs to a friend from high school who got rid of his car and lets me use it for bike storage. He also stores some stuff in there, but I pretty much took over most of it. I opened the door and wheeled the Honda in and parked it behind one of the two other bikes I own - a 1975 BMW that my grandfather bought new. I restored it back to perfect condition the year after he died. It always drew looks and surprised the BMW faithful every time they would see a guy like me riding it around. My other bike was completely different. It was a Yamaha R1 that I bought off a friend before he killed himself on it. He had dropped it several times and it was in pretty rough shape. I fixed most of the plastic and painted it so it looked decent but everyone knew it wasn’t stock, and it wasn’t.

I moved some stuff around and made a spot for Louis’s bike. I had picked up a few maintenance things for his bike (a Harley Sportster 1200) so I was ready to do more than just stare at Louis’s sexy body.  The garage had one big problem with it - there were no windows to let in air to cool it down. There was just one opening and that was the big door.  Someone had even blocked up the back door with concrete block like the rest of the walls.  The more I cleaned the more I sweated.  I pulled my shirt off and hung it to dry and swapped my jeans for some baggy shorts. Almost exactly at four PM, I heard the familiar rumble of the v-twin come down the alley. I saw Louis pull up to the open door and look in.  I waved, motioning him to pull into the empty spot.

He turned the bike off and I was happy to hear silence. The open pipes I found annoying but even worse was how the bike sounded. I’m sure it ran like crap and even the old BMW could probably outrun it. Louis got off the bike, wearing typical Harley gear - a HD dealer t-shirt, jeans (with wallet and chain) and some logo Harley boots that looked like they were fresh out of the box. “Hey, welcome to my man cave” I said.

“Thanks. I hope we can get it running better. It died four times on my way over” Louis said as he looked around and added “Are all these yours?”

“Yeah, its one of my vices” I replied with a sly grin. “Uh, grab something to drink out of the fridge and have a seat, we gotta let it cool down before we work on it. I’m not into branding from hot engine parts” I told him pointing at the bar stool in front of the workbench. Louis grabbed a bottle of water and sat down and we chatted for a while. I found out he was a computer geek for some small company, he had an apartment further north almost out of the city, and he was two years younger than me. We shared a joint which I hoped would loosen him up. Just as I was about to suggest working on the bike he started asking about my tattoos. I told him when I got each and why I got them. When there was lull, I then asked him about his.

“Well, I have wanted one for a while but my last girlfriend was against it. She kept complaining about my beard and how she hated it when we kissed or I…” Louis said before looking down at his feet and then finishing with “went down on her” looking completely embarrassed.

“I’ve ended relationships because of it. If you want me, you get the beard, the hair, the attitude, everything” I said.

Louis nodded. “Yeah, she even trimmed my chest hair and pubes. When we had a big fight over the tattoo I realized she didn’t want me, she wanted to turn me into some other guy. So a few months ago I dumped her” he told me.

“Good, I never understood people doing shit like that” I replied.

“So what about you? Are you seeing anyone?” Louis asked innocently.