We got out of my car, his eyes scanning the space like he was cataloguing every piece of my life.
The lights came on automatically, casting a warm glow across the concrete floor. My car was parked neatly, but his gaze landed straight on the motorbike.
He walked over to it like he had done it a hundred times. Ran a hand over the seat, then looked back at me with a grin that was both innocent and filthy.
“This yours?”
“Yeah,” I said, watching him. Watching the way his fingers gripped the handlebar like he had just decided something.
He turned to face me, that grin spreading wider. “Ever fucked anyone on it?”
I shook my head.
He stepped closer and undid the button on his jeans. The sound of the zipper cut through the stillness of the space. He pushed the fabric down just enough to free his cock, already thick, already wanting more.
“Want to?”
I didn’t answer. I crossed the space between us and kissed him, my hands sliding down to tug his jeans the rest of the way off. He stepped out of them without hesitation, kicking off his shoes at the same time but leaving his white socks on, fulfilling a fantasy I'd forgotten. I dropped to my knees to pull off my own, stripping fast now, the urgency taking over.
He climbed onto the seat naked, straddling the bike like he had been planning this all along. I only wished I still had that dashcam filming.
The second our mouths met, it was hot and urgent. His lips were soft and tasted like the sweat we had both earned. He kissed my neck while I groaned against his skin, and then leaned back against the bike, pulling me with him.
I wrapped my arms around his waist and kissed him deeper. Our tongues met with the kind of need that came from restraint snapping. His hands moved across my back and down to my ass, pressing me forward until our cocks connected.
I bent forward and sucked his neck while reaching for the small bottle of lube I kept in the side compartment. It was creepy and coincidental that it was still there, from a hope that hadn't materialised until now. It had probably expired years before.
He moaned into my ear as I opened the lube. I slicked my fingers and found him already open, tight but responsive, his breath hitching as I worked two fingers in. He was burning hot inside and completely ready.
I met his eyes.
“You sure?”
He nodded, pulling me forward into another kiss. This one was hungrier than the last.
I lined up and slid into him, watching every change in his expression as my dick filled him. Each flicker of tension gave way to something deeper, something he welcomed.
His breath caught when I entered him completely, then he smiled in a way that made my cock throb harder than before. We were all the way in. I had to focus not to jizz immediately.
I started to move, holding his hips while the bike shifted beneath us. The shocks creaked with each stroke, rubber and chrome giving under our weight. The whole thing felt wild. The smell of oil, sweat, his body. Our grunts echoing off the concrete.
He held onto me like he never wanted me to stop. His breath tickled my ear with each gasp. His moans weren’t loud or fake. They were soft and real, and they sank into my skin.
His cock and balls pressed against my stomach, leaking against both our bodies. I thrust harder, letting his grip on me pull me deeper. We kissed between every few strokes, teeth clashing, lips melted together. I bit his bottom lip as his whole body jumped beneath me.
The bike groaned as we moved with it, rhythm steady and deep. Then he pulled me close again and kissed me like he was afraid it might be the last time.
I knew we had to move inside. Things were getting a little rocky and unsteady on the motorbike.
We untangled slowly. Still hard and charged. He led the way through the hallway, leaving our clothes in heaps by the motorbike in the garage.
I took over and led the way to the bedroom and let him pull me on top of him onto the unmade bed.
We kissed again. Slower now.
His hand slid across my chest, fingertips gently stroking through my hair like he was combing it. Our cocks rubbed together and the heat between us returned, building again. The air in the room carried his scent. That mix of clean skin and something deeper, rougher, now layered with sex and sweat.
I kissed down his jaw, over his collarbone, across his chest. When I flicked one of his nipples with my tongue, he made a sound I hadn’t heard before. His hands moved across my back, then to my hips, tugging me closer, grounding me to him.
It shouldn’t have felt this natural, but it did. Our bodies pressed into one another in slow, aching rhythm. His tongue slid into my mouth again and again, his lips soft and searching. Every sound he made added to the charge between us.
He murmured something I didn’t quite catch.
I didn’t ask him to repeat it.
I just kissed him again.
I kissed down his chest slowly, dragging my tongue along the smooth ridge of his stomach. His skin tasted like salt and heat, the kind of flavour that stays on your tongue even when you try to swallow it away. Milky white and warm under my mouth, soft in places and tight in others, like he hadn’t quite finished growing into his body. I traced every line with my lips, letting my tongue flick over the sharp angle of his hipbone as he squirmed beneath me.
He spread his legs for me without asking. His eyes half-closed, lips slightly parted, arms splayed above his head like he was offering himself up. I reached between his thighs and pressed them open wider, watching him arch gently at the touch.
I kissed the inside of his thigh, slowly, then higher, tasting sweat and skin and something that made my mouth water all over again. He moaned when I kissed closer to his hole, and when I flicked my tongue over it, he gasped and gripped the sheets like he might tear them from the bed.
His hole was tight and warm, already twitching under my tongue. I licked him there for a long time, making sure he felt every inch of it. Long strokes, slow circles with gentle pressure. He moaned louder now, his hips pressing up to meet me, chasing every lick like it was the only thing keeping him grounded.
I reached up and stroked his cock while I licked him, and it jumped in my hand, thick and flushed, dripping onto his stomach. He looked wrecked already, and I hadn’t even fucked him yet. I licked and tasted his delicious precum.
I finally pulled back and grabbed the lube from the bedside drawer, slicking up my fingers and then my cock. He watched me as I prepared, his eyes locked on mine, not saying anything, just breathing hard, chest rising and falling in a rhythm I could feel in my bones. When his blue eyes stared into mine, an electric current passed between us. A mutual attraction that was just a hint of something more.
I pushed in slowly. He was opened up from our garage fucking, so it didn't take long until I was all the way inside him again.
He gasped again, hands gripping my arms as I eased my way deeper, feeling every inch of his body around me. His hole squeezed me so tightly it almost made me lose control. I breathed through it, kissed his neck, his shoulder, the corner of his mouth, until I was fully inside him.
I paused there, letting him feel all of me, letting myself feel all of him. We kissed passionately while I slowly pushed my dick in and out, my hairy chest rubbing against his smooth chest, and feeling his balls and his cock pressed against my belly.
Then I really started fucking him.
Slow at first. Deep strokes that made him whimper into my mouth. I kissed him as I fucked him, feeling every shift in his body beneath mine. His legs wrapped around me, pulling me deeper, keeping me there. His hands traced down my back, nails just skimming the surface, not enough to scratch but enough to be felt.
For that period of time, deep inside him, I felt like we'd connected on another level. Almost as though we were temporarily one.
I licked his neck and kissed it lightly as I thrust, then licked up to his ear, breathing into it while I fucked him harder. He moaned louder this time, louder than he had in the garage. It echoed off the bedroom walls and made something primal within me want to fuck even harder.
I changed angles slightly and watched him fall apart. His back arched, mouth opened in a silent cry, and he looked at me with eyes wide and wrecked.
“You feel so good,” I whispered into his ear. “So fucking good.”
He nodded, over and over, unable to speak, just panting, gripping me, riding out every deep, dragging thrust I gave him.
We didn’t rush it, but I did give him some very heavy, deep thrusts that shook his entire body. He appeared to be convulsing with ecstasy.
I fucked him for a long time, changing pace, changing depth, watching his body respond to each shift. Sometimes I was slow and deep. Sometimes faster. Every time he met me like he needed it.
Occasionally, I'd slow down, lean into him and kiss him. He'd welcome me, wrapping his arms around my neck and wrapping his legs around me to keep me. Our bodies pressed together so intimately.
The sweat between us built, slick and hot, our skin sliding together. I could smell him everywhere now. His breath, his armpits, even his hole. His precum smeared across our bellies. His scent filled the room like a second atmosphere, something heavy and electric that made my balls tighten every time I moved.
We kissed in between, sometimes sloppily, sometimes desperately, like we couldn’t stop needing each other even with my cock buried inside him.
He kept whispering things I couldn’t make out, little sounds that weren’t words but said everything. When I reached down to stroke him, he shivered, already leaking all over himself again.
I licked his chest, his nipples, the hollow of his throat, tasting the sex on him, the effort. I felt his legs tremble and knew he was getting close.
I wasn’t far behind.
I bit down gently on his neck, and he cried out. I kept fucking him hard and deep, each stroke now pushing us closer to the edge. His whole body locked up, breath catching as I felt him pulse against my stomach.
He was about to come.
And I didn’t stop.
I leaned back, watching him under me, this handsome blonde boy, with yearning blue eyes, begging me to finish him off. So I thrust deep, fucked hard, long and deep thrusts, watching his eyes travel to another world, one that was filled with pure ecstasy.
He moaned, and then it hit him. His body bucked, and I watched him paint himself, the sheets, and even the wall behind him with thick, pulsing streaks of cum.
That was when I exploded inside him. It was a lot. I could feel it shoot deep within him. His eyes rolled back in his head as he felt the hot juice flood inside him. It went on and on, thick, squirting. It felt like we came forever. His, on the outside, all over my bedroom while mine was inside him.
I finished and collapsed on top of him.
He reached around and tenderly pulled me in, kissing the side of my face as he caught his own breath.
I don't know how long I lay like that on top of him. Not too concerned with how much weight I put on him, given he seemed to keep me pressed on top of him with his arms and legs.
Eventually, I muttered, exhausted, "wow."
He laughed and kissed me.
And then I fell asleep on top of him.
