Date: Wed, 15 Nov 2000 19:25:25 CET
From: Greg Cherry <jeans_jock@hotmail.com>
Subject: Rick and the Bike Gang (MMMMBB - ws, fist)

If you're underage (minor) in your jurisdiction - do not read this
story. The facts depicted herein are pure fantasy (but what a fantasy!). No
attempt should be made to emulate these acts or to engage in unsafe sex
with untrusted strangers. Some of the characters in this story are under 18
years of age. The author does not condone sex with such persons. The story
is merely intended for adult entertainment. (c) jeans_jock 2000. If you
wanna contact me about this story and let me know what you think - further
ideas, etc., you can do so at jeans_jock@hotmail.com.


RICK AND THE BIKE GANG (MMMMBB / ws, fist)


Rick was horny as he rode his motorbike onto the parking lot. He'd been
cruising the main meeting places in town all evening and, despite the
handsome good looks of this blond, 22-year old stud, he had failed to come
up with anything that attracted him enough to make him want to spill his
juice. This was his last stop before he would head on home.

He was dressed in tight, faded Levi's that were neatly torn through wear
and tear just under his ass-cheeks and knees. His biker's boots he had
diligently polished before heading out that night and they glinted,
reflecting the moonlight that bathed the car park. As it was summer,
despite the breeze, his broad, hairless tanned chest and taught-muscled
stomach sweated under the faded denim jacket, which was all he wore on his
upper body. Under his fly strained his cock, shrouded in two thick metal
cock-rings and rigid from the throbbing of the powerful engine between his
legs.

"Just my fuckin' luck!" he muttered as he cast his eye around him. The
parking lot was deserted except for two young teenagers dressed in jeans,
tee-shirts, sneakers and baseball caps, who were hanging around, leaning
against a tree at the far end of the parking area. Rick, not averse to a
bit of chicken every now and then, was really looking for something a
little more adventurous than a couple of kids this evening. Something a
little harder and more masculine. His mind started to wander.

He closed his eyes and into his mind came his favourite fantasy. Almost in
abstraction, he reached down and unbuttoned his fly. Reaching in, he felt
the hard-veined flesh of his manhood. He started to feel the cool evening
breeze waft over the cockhead and it felt good. Not without difficulty, he
widened the fly-hole and hauled its 10" length out into the fresh
air. Holding the bottom of his fly down, he managed finally to allow his
walnut-sized shaved balls to escape their packaged prison. As his mind
worked further on his fantasy, he slowly started to stroke the shaft of his
cock, which responded immediately to his caresses. The veins bulged along
its rule-like length as the flesh was pumped full of blood, almost to
bursting point.

It was then that he heard the footsteps behind him. He opened his eyes and
looked forward, where he saw the two kids he'd noticed earlier, now about
20 yards away, standing, legs apart, slowly rubbing their crotches, their
eyes transfixed by the huge dick poking out of the fly of Rick's denims.

Seeing the two kids in front of him confused Rick for a second. What then
were the footsteps behind him? Before he could look round, he felt his arms
taken firmly, but not roughly, by the hands of what he a split-second later
saw were two tall, dark-haired, leather-clad studs.

The one on his right wore a black leather confederate cap with a chain
around its peak. He must have been about 29 and sported a thick black
moustache that completely covered his upper lip. His chest was bare but for
a thick chain harness and he could see that both nipples had been
pierced. A light covering of dark down covered the space between his pecs,
and he saw that one of the chains descended over a wash-board stomach under
the waistband of a pair of shining black chaps and under a bulging
jockstrap between the guy's legs.

If Rick's cock surged at this sight, it damn near burst its top when he
looked to his left and saw the other guy, maybe 25, his hairless chest bare
except for a leather harness and a black leather waistcoat, a skimpy pair
of leather shorts round his crotch area, and heavy Doc Martins and thick
socks clothing the ends of his dense, hairy legs.

"Take it easy kid, relax," said the guy on his left. "We're gonna take it
anyway, so it's best you just lie back and let it happen," he growled in a
thick husky voice that, in Rick's ears, just oozed sexual menace. It was
then that the third guy came into Rick's view. A young guy, about 19 years
old, wearing a studded collar around his throat, to the end of which was
attached a chain. His wrists were bound with cord, and he wore only a pair
of torn, cut-off white denims, from under one of the legs of which poked
the end of his already hard cock. On his feet were black army boots and
thick white socks. The kid was blond and had a hairless chest; Rick could
see that his right nipple had also been pierced and through it hung a
silver tit-ring, glinting in the moonlight.

"Cut Steve's cords, Mike," ordered the guy in the chain-harness to Rick's
right.  From out of his Doc Martins, Mike pulled a 6" blade; he deftly
skirted round the front of Rick's bike and slit through the cord that bound
Steve's hands behind his back. Mike then reached round the front of Steve's
cut-offs and undid the studded belt round his waist and unbuttoned the
fly. The denims dropped to the ground and Steve's cock sprang out from its
prison. It was long and thin, circumcised, and, in the full moon, Rick
could see that the head was already smeared with the boy's pre-cum. Between
his legs hung a thick string that disappeared into the kid's ass. Mike
turned Steve round, so that Rick could observe as he gently but firmly
tugged at the string, until Steve's rosette slowly pulled apart, and a
steel ball popped out of his ass. Mike pulled again and a second steel ball
appeared at the kids ass, and slowly emerged. As each ball came out of his
ass, Steve murmured with pleasure, "Aaah, yes, fuckin' ace, man." He was
bent over and now reached down into the pocket of his sawn-off denims for a
bottle of poppers that he unscrewed and held up to his two nostrils. As the
third ball appeared, Steve squirmed his clean-shaven pucker little ass in
delight. "Aaah, fuck, yeah, man!" At last the fourth and fifth balls were
out, and the kid's ass, stretched to the max with almost 2 pounds of
stainless steel inside him, was ready to get fucked. "Now, Steve", the
Master continued,"sit on this fucker's dick, but don't you make him come,
or I'll make you eat shit, kid!"

Steve kicked up one leg and poised himself astride Rick's throbbing
cockhead.  His feet rested on the footrests of the bike and Mike held
Rick's cock in one hand, his other hand resting on Steve's back as he
slowly lowered the boy down onto the waiting pole that would soon impale
him. Despite his preparation, the kid gasped a little as he landed on the
full girth of Rick's cock. He squirmed as he tried, despite the pain due to
the lack of lubrication on Rick's cock, to force its entire length into his
gut. "Oh, yeah, what a great cock. Boy, that feels good!", he gasped as he
took another drag at the poppers and then started slowly to bounce up and
down on the thick cock that was filling his ass.

"Hold the fucker back, Andy", said Mike to his partner, who was by now
standing directly behind Rick at the back of the bike. Gently, Andy
encouraged Rick to lean back on the pillion seat and, as Rick did so, he
saw the huge monster of a cock that Andy had pulled out from his sweaty
jock-strap. It, too, was circumcised and its turgid head bent downwards
from the 11" length that projected out of the cock-ring that was held
taught by the two chains, top and bottom, that formed part of Andy's
harness. The cock-head brushed against Rick's lips and, instinctively, he
opened up and took the cock into his mouth, past his teeth, over his tongue
and deep into his throat. "Fuck, you're a good sucker", moaned Andy as he
started thrusting his hips, so that the cock slid up and down Rick's
throat. Rick was concentrating so hard on the throat-job that he was able
to go on fucking Steve without too much danger of him coming in the
process. But that didn't stop him from thrusting his own hips upwards at
each of Steve's downward movements, driving his thick cock deep into
Steve's gut, so that the young 19-year old gasped inwardly at each fuck
movement. "Oh, God, I'm almost there!" he muttered and took another full
shot of the poppers. Mike was standing behind him, squeezing his tits, and
leaned over and spat a huge gob of spit into Steve's face. The kid writhed
in ecsatsy and pounded even harder on Rick's cock deep inside his
kid-ass. Then he let a deep growl out from the depths of his stomach and
from out his cock shot a huge stream of white, watery cum that spattered
onto Rick's chest, some even reaching his mouth, where it smothered Andy's
cock as it pounded deep into Rick's throat. At Andy's next thrust, Rick
could taste Steve's boy-cum on his tongue as he licked it off Andy's dick.

Steve raised himself off Rick's steely cock and jumped off the bike to
enjoy watching the rest of the action. Mike then took up position astride
the bike, at Rick's knees, which now hung limp either side of the bike, the
sensation on his cock having ceased for the moment. Taking his knife, Mike
carefully slit the frayed denim around the base of Rick's fly and cut away
the jeans, using the seam that was tightly snug around Rick's ass as a
guide, whilst deftly lodging Rick's knees over his shoulders and lifting
his ass off the seat of the bike.  When he reached the back of Rick's
waistband he stopped and roughly ripped the jeans material away from Rick's
ass. Rick was so busy sucking on Andy's dick that he barely realised what
was happening until he felt the cool rush of the breeze on his bare
ass-cheeks.

In the meantime, Steve had fetched a can of Crisco and now offered it to
Mike, who took a handful and smeared it over Rick's asshole, working in
first one, then two and finally three fingers, as Rick squirmed his
fuck-hole to meet the coming onslaught. As the fingers worked into his butt
he relaxed and Mike was able to get all four fingers in except for his
thumb. Andy was getting so hot watching this action, that he pulled his
cock out of Rick's mouth, in case he would shoot already. Rick lifted his
head to see Mike's hand as it slid ever more easily in and out of Rick's
butt. Steve had rescued the poppers and now held the vial under Rick's
nose. He snorted them geedily and a hot, horny feeling coursed through his
head, chest and cock. Steve then took out a pair of tit-clamps from his
denim pocket and gently clamped the steel pegs over Rick's tits, one by
one. Hot ecstasy ran through Rick's entire body and he forced himself
further down on Mike's hand, who by now had arranged his thumb so as to
penetrate Rick's ass as well. The thrust was matched by a shove from Mike
and his hand gradually but easily slid into Rick's hot, expectant
ass. Delirious from the sensation Rick fell back onto the motorbike seat
and saw again Andy's cock just as Andy released a stream of glistening piss
over Rick's face and chest. Greedily, Rick opened his mouth to swallow the
piss. Little rivulets of it licked his chest and splashed onto his cock and
balls, which Steve now began gently to lick, moving his tongue onto Mike's
wrist as it disappeared into Rick's fuck-hole.

By this time, the two teenagers had approached the scene and were standing
either side of the bike. Now Rick could see more clearly, he noticed they
were barely 16 or 17 years old, but they both had their baseball caps
shoved back on their heads and their jeans down round their knees which
were bent as they devoured the scene before them with their eyes and
violently wanked their cocks.  The younger of the two, a tall stud with a
white tee-shirt pulled over his head and stretched behind his neck,
trembling with excitement, his hairless chest glistening with sweat, swung
round so that his cock pointed towards Rick's face.  He let his cock go for
a second and poised himself. Then after a second or two he clasped his
hands behind his head and a stream of golden piss showered over Rick's
face. He writhed and licked his lips as the fluid spattered over his upper
body. The young kid's buddy caught on and he also let rip with a bladder-
full of piss, playing his cock like a hose over Rick's stomach, his cock
and balls, that Steve was still sucking on, and over Mike's hand that was
still pumping gently at Rick's ass.

As the streams of piss from the two teenagers stopped, Mike slowly wriggled
his hand out of Rick's butt-hole, that now gaped open, it had been so well
stretched. Mike unzipped his shorts for the first time, took out his
throbbing dick and, without further ado, shoved it into Rick's pleading ass
with a single shove. He held Rick's feet high, the denim still cladding his
legs and his biker boots glinting in the moonlight. Andy was wanking his
cock over Rick's face and the sight was just too much for the two teenage
kids. The 16-year old groaned as he stumbled forward and shot a heavy load
of thick cum all over Rick's lips and mouth. Not one shot, not two, but
three, four, five, six times the kid lunged his thighs at Rick's greedy
mouth. Gob after gob landed on his lips and outstretched tongue, and he
swallowed it all down. The other young boy let out a cry as he shot his
juice over Mike's cock as it was sliding into Rick's asshole, providing
more lubrication, as if it was necessary. "I'm just about coming,
buddy. How 'bout you?" asked Andy to his mate at the other end of what now
was nothing more than a fuck-machine for the pleasure of the five guys
standing round Rick. "Yeah, I'm almost there... Oh yeah, yeah, here I cum!"
With one final shove deep into Rick's gut, Mike, his muscular body
trembling under the shock-waves, shot wave after wave of come deep up
Rick's ass. As he squirmed with pleasure, knowing that this young stud had
just shot his seed up his fuck- ass, the spunk oozed out of his butt and
dribbled down onto the leather seat of the motorbike. At the same time,
Andy wanked himself to a climax and at the last minute shoved his cock-head
into Rick's mouth, which then filled with Andy's juice as it shot out of
his dick-end. Rick greedily swallowed the sperm, it thickly coating his
throat as the sucking action on his own dick intensified and he raised his
head to take a last snort of poppers before looking down the length of his
piss- and cum-covered body at his own rod being mouth-fucked by
Steve. Delirium overtook him, the fierce burning of the clamps on his tits,
the taste of cum in his throat and his body drenched in piss, and he
released his pent-up wad of cum-juice deep into Steve's throat. Steve felt
the first shot hit the back of his throat, and he kept on swallowing as
Rick pumped shot after shot into the young 19-year old's eager willing
mouth until not a drop was left.

Exhausted, Rick flopped back onto the saddle of the motorbike. The two
young teenagers hoisted their jeans and skipped off to the other end of the
parking lot. Steve, Mike and Andy gathered their things and made off for
two motorbikes which were parked some distance off at the entrance of the
car park and Rick was suddenly left alone, lying on his motorbike, his
flaccid cock still dripping cum, his chest covered in piss and Mike's cum
still dripping out of his ass. The tit-clamps were still burning into his
chest and, gingerly, he removed them. On his chest was a white card which
bore a telephone number. He then realised his jeans were ripped to shreds,
but he smiled as he kick-started his bike into action: "Not quite the
wasted evening I had feared," he murmured to himself, let out the clutch
and roared off down the road into the summer dawn light.

With the editor's permission, Rick will be back ...