Date: Sat, 19 May 2001 11:37:39 -0400
From: Tama Wise <tama@hip-hop.co.nz>
Subject: "The Grass Is Always Greener"

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Oh yeah. The guys in this story might not be using rubbers, but they aint
real. You are. Practice safe sex.

Keep it real.

Anfernee Williamson.

Do not distribute or reproduce this document, all or in part, without
express permission of the author. (c) May 18, 2001, Anfernee Williamson

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THE GRASS IS ALWAYS GREENER

Everywhere the eye could see. In whatever direction Aaron looked, it was
all the same.  Endless brown wastelands. Devoid of any life. For as far as
Aaron could see from where he stood, from as far as he could see having
driven through this God forsaken area in his car for the last who knows how
many hours.

And then there was the sun.

That which did little more than to kill whatever was fool enough to wander
into this endless desert. It drenched the landscape in unrelenting heat.
Shimmered off the rich browns.  Whether the deep colors of the earth, or
the faded scrub life that somehow managed to thrive. Contrasting the mirade
of shades against the fullest of pure blue above. A place where the sun
ruled as lord. Beating down against all, with the least in mercy.

A place where Aaron had been misfortunate enough to break down.

Aaron wiped the sweat from his brow. Feeling the effects of the sun now
that his car was stopped. Now that what little breeze had come from driving
with all the windows down was gone. His car stopped, the sun now falling on
him with its fullest effects. The bonnet of the car open, and what little
stream that still poured from the radiator slowing at least.  Everything
seemed nothing more than raw heat to Aaron. Everything died out here by
heats hand. Even his car.

The guy glanced up either way of the highway. A black strip of humanity
that broke the unending browns of nature. What chances were there of him
finding help, let alone life here. When he had driven for what seemed like
hours in the roasting heat of the day. And looking back where he had come,
all he could see was the hint of shimmering blackness.  Where eye lead the
long strip of black onto a horizon bent and warped by heat. Where he was
going looked pretty much the same.

Perhaps it was just an overheat. Maybe he could get back on his way after
it had cooled down. The reasoning sounded as pathetic to him as
anything. He knew the truth within himself. Seeing the effects of it
boiling from his cars radiator, as he attempted to staunch some of the
sweat from his body. Tugging his baggy black basketball jersey from his
muscular white body. Ironically, Miami Heat. It clung to his smooth, wet
curves. Only doing worse to make Aaron feel the effects of the sun.

So, given the chance that his radiator was screwed, what could he do?

Aaron kept his calm. Glanced again up and down the highway. He didnt have
water to refill it. He'd already searched the car in the vain hope that
perhaps he had prepared for that eventuality. The last time he'd passed a
gas station was hours ago. At least. He THOUGHT. Perhaps walking wouldn't
be that bad, there had to be another not too far off.

Thoughts only further pressed at his heat bothered mind. Thoughts that
fought up against every solution he came to. Theres no station that
way. Theres no life. Nothing lives out here. You haven't passed a car in
who knows how long. Face it homeboy, you are fucked.  Pure and simple.

Aaron grunted, let himself lean back against his beaten old blue car.
Regretting it in an instant as the heat of the hot metal made itself felt
through the mesh material of his jersey.  He took some refuge in the
partial shade of this side of the car. It was better than sitting in it at
the moment. If it was even possible, it had felt hotter inside than it did
out here. At least here there was some chance of catching some brief breeze
perhaps.

Ill prepared, unsure of what to do next. Aaron lay back against the car.
Feeling the crushing silence of the desert descending about him. Broken
only in part by the still slight hiss, the ticking of his cars engine. His
ears played tricks on him. Making him wonder if perhaps that sound or
another was that of another car. Maybe some small sign of life. Only
leaving him moments after to reflect again on his situation. On what poor
luck he had had this far in.

Aaron. A college student. Soon to be studying in Arts at Bradford
University. Well, if he actually got there. Perhaps coming in by car was a
bad idea. When he had been told about the highway in, he had assumed it
would be just like any other. He had never really taken trips like this
before. At least it was an experience that he would never forget.  Bradford
was as unforgiving as ever to the unaware. Even this far out.

Aaron tugged at his jersey again, regretting the black that he wore.
Despite how little of his muscular form it covered. His basketball jersey
sagging down over his strong frame. Built.  Hardened by an interest in
amateur boxing. By what working out he did to further that interest. The
jersey, tucked in on one side of his long black boxing trunks. They fell
down to just about his knees, showing off thick calves that only mirrored
the strength of his upper form. Those smooth, hardened arms.

Poor white kid from the city. Just waiting for life to give him one of
those breaks. Aaron pulled his jersey up to mope his face again. Pleasant
features, his short, somewhat spiked hair a darker blonde. Thankfully short
about the sides and back, even though it was brief respite against the
heat. Any small thing seemed to count. Aaron was reluctant to take off his
jersey, even if it was clinging to a body that almost gleamed in his
sweat. It had only gotten worse since he had been forced to stop the
car. Just off the side of the highway.

He didnt even have any water for himself. Aaron stared dimly ahead. Across
the hot tarmac of the highway. The endless brown wastes beyond. The
shimmering of the suns rays up off the earth. Aaron had only been sitting a
few moments. Already he was thinking that doing nothing was about as stupid
as doing anything right now. He started thinking over his options again,
wondering if this time he could come up with some other answer. Perhaps try
to get the car started again anyway.

Aaron wiped his face again, letting out a sigh. All but ignoring the slight
sounds he heard this time. It wasn't until a little while longer that he
knew that it was more than just natures cruel ways. He stood up, glancing
back the way he had come. Trying to make out if it was more than just his
imagination.

His eyes couldnt make out more than the eternity of shimmering black that
was the highway. Yet the unmoving drift of the desert carried easily the
rumbling that seemed to herald life somewhere out there. In an almost dead,
forsaken place, where nothing changed, this small sign seemed to speak
endless hope to Aaron. He bought his hand up to shade his eyes to the
sun. Smiled a little as he caught what he thought was a black shape on the
black of the road. Set against the warped and moving landscape of unending
death.

The rumbling seemed to grow. The shape moving more than just by that which
the suns rays carried. Aaron spotted the lone bike. Thankful at least for
this small piece of hope.  Perhaps the biker had a cell phone. Some way to
get him back to civilization. However unlikely that seemed in this
environment. Where it seemed that live had given up, and moved on. Most
likely dying before escaping the scorched brown deaths that this land held.

Aaron smiled, waving a little as the biker began to come within
distance. Hearing the thunderous rumble of his bike as it approached. Not
knowing if he would pass by if he didnt wave. The thought that he may be
trouble not even entering his mind. Aarons whole being pinpointed on the
mere fact of hope in the unending brown nothing where he was trapped.

Saved. But by who?

Who cares.

Aaron moved back against his car as the biker approached. It was a while
before he actually came to the point of eternity that Aaron had broken down
on. The suns shimmering heat up off the road, and the strange stillness of
the desert warped and changed perception and perspective. And by the fact
that the biker seemed in little hurry to be anywhere, something that Aaron
couldnt understand in this heat. Finally, the bike slowed, stopped short of
his car.

"Hey bro, don't suppose you got a cell phone?"

Aaron watched as the biker glanced his way. Cut his bike. Dropping the
remains of the day into a silence, contrast almost painfully from the
thundering rumble that it had once been occupied with. Aaron admired
somewhat, the bassy burble of the bikes engine, missing it as it cut into
quiet. Admiring for a moment the heavy, strong curves of the Harley, as
much as its rider.

"You broken down bro?"

Aaron nodded, ignored the statement of the obvious. Cringing almost at the
fact the guy was dressed totally in black leathers. In this heat? At this
time of the day? He looked like someone who Aaron wouldn't want to run into
in the wrong circumstances. He hoped momentarily that these weren't those
sort of circumstances and that his luck was looking up. Despite the bikers
appearance.

He looked almost the same height and size as him. Something that Aaron
noticed as he unstraddled his bike. The rough crunch of his boot against
the highway as he checked his bike stood correctly. A thick, stocky form,
encased in heavy black leathers. Aaron wondered if it was that which he
could almost smell. Bought on the hot draft carried from the bike. An
almost intoxicating mix, worsened perhaps by the heat he had already taken.
A degree of heat different from the raw one that he felt coming up off the
guys bike.

He looked to be a pacific islander, from the smooth, brown tones of his
skin. His face, even if his eyes were hidden behind shades, a strange mix
of soft and hard. A smoothness that only further continued down between the
carries of his black jacket, well beaten and worn.  Open on what looked
like a more than athletic chest, hidden only lightly by a black tank top
that sauntered loosely over his stocky frame there.

The strength of his body seemed only further hinted at in the way his worn
leather pants rode his long thighs. A long, muscular suggestion that
terminated at heavy boots. He seemed to take in Aaron as much as the
beleaguered traveller was taking in the biker. An almost mirror in pose and
expression. There seemed something almost familiar about the way he
moved. The way he stood.

Aaron let his eyes drop slightly. The rise as he caught again on that
leather encased groin.  Trying to ignore the size there that he thought he
saw. His eyes traveling on the unending black of the guys attire. Noticing
the blue and white bandanna tried up over his head.  Covering it as snuggly
as the fingerless gloves that covered his hands.

"Ummm ... yeah, I think my radiators run out of water or something," Aaron
said eventually. More breaking the quiet than anything else. He gestured
over at the car. At least it had stopped smoking now.

The biker moved over to the car. The thump of his boots supplied new sound
to nature then. The creak of his rich leather. The hint and sound, the
smell. Aaron was taken off guard somewhat. Wondering at the thoughts that
wandered his head. Thoughts and emotions supplied in sound and smell. In
context that he had never known. He stared at the stocky maori. Watched as
he looked over the engine slightly, ducked down onto one knee.

Ngati Tumatauenga.

Aaron looked at the large, round patch on the back of the guys jacket. A
bike gang perhaps? The patch was a skillful work of leather, in blue, black
and white. A face of few features, somewhat, looking more like some thing
of legend rather than something of contemporary society. Encircled by those
two words that Aaron could only guess at in meaning. The blue reinforced by
the blue about the bikers head.

Aaron stared. Almost confused at what he saw. Trying to work out what he
felt from seeing it. He couldnt put into words the emotion. He glanced over
at the bike again, as the biker seemed to look down under the car a
moment. Aarons eyes took in the shape and darkness of the bike with the
same emotion as he felt of its rider. The smells and suggested sensations
of feeling that lay tantalizing beyond. Voice eventually cut through the
almost dreamland that Aaron had drifted into.

"Your radiators fucked bro," the bikers voice was firm. "Its leaking.
Putting water in its probably not going to get you far. You'll need to get
it patched up or replaced if its bad."

"Fuck," Aaron said. Eventually the seriousness of the situation hit him, as
the thoughts and dreams that had existed were blown sharply away. "I don't
spose you have a phone that I could use to call someone to come pick me
up?"

Aaron watched as the biker stared back at him. He realized that he was
staring himself.  Wondered if perhaps he had pissed him off. He lowered his
eyes, drenching as much in the uncomfortable silence that followed, as the
heat of the sun. Maybe this wasn't such a good situation to be in.

"Its going to cost you a fortune to get someone out here, bro," he replied,
finally.  "Especially today."

"Yeah I know. don't really have much choice if the radiators screwed."

"Tell you what, Ill get my boys to come tow it back. See what I can do for
you, ok?"

Aaron blinked. If there was any danger in this situation, that would be
it. He had to admit he felt more than a little intimidation from this
leathered, stocky young man. Despite the still mysterious attractions he
felt, which were far beyond just mere physical ones.  Thoughts and memories
that he couldnt explain. Aaron wondered if it was the best idea to let his
'boys' come and pick up his car. Could he even trust this guy? Could
someone be that lack of motive for helping someone out?

"How much you want? I don't have any cash on me," Aaron explained,
honestly.

"Nah, bro, its cool aye. I don't want any money. Might as well help you
out, seems your pretty much fucked out here." Aaron nodded, but was still
somewhat nervous.

"You got any stuff you want to get out of car?" the biker asked. "Ill call
my boys, tell them where we are. Have them come tow it back. You can ride
back with me."

This was happening too fast, but Aaron wondered if he really had much
choice anyway.  Fuck the car anyway. He was surprised it had got this far,
and had half expected it to break down before he'd got to Bradford.
Everything he valued was in his pack. As long as he had that with
him. Maybe the guy could drop him and his car off at least near some sort
of service station. He had to come up here over a weekend.

Aaron nodded eventually, and opened up his back door. Grabbed his pack
where it lay. He paused a moment to start winding up the windows. Somewhat
reserved still about the whole idea. Yet somewhere inside feeling as if it
was cool. Like some strange, exciting adventure. He wasn't sure if that was
the feeling he felt deep within his gut. Maybe it was just the heat. Aaron
was glad that at least being on the back of that bike would help him cool
off a little.

Aaron wound up the last windows, hearing the biker talking in a language
that he didnt understand. He sounded short. To the point. As much as he had
with him. He wondered if his boys were used to picking up cars in the
middle of nowhere. Aaron was sure his wasn't worth the money to steal
anyway. He had been hoping to get rid of it once he got to Bradford
anyway. He closed the drivers door, hanging onto the keys.

"Nah, leave those in there bro," the biker explained. He pushed his cell
phone back into the pocket of his jacket. "My boys will take care of it
all."

"Thanks for this," Aaron said, as he put the keys back into the ignition.
"I would have been pretty fucked if you didnt come along. I don't know
anyone who would get my car towed for me. that's pretty cool of you man."

"Nah its cool bro," he replied. Aaron wondered where those eyes were,
behind those dark shades.

"My names Aaron, by the way," he stated, putting his right hand out. The
biker shook it, Aaron feeling the warmth and softness of the leather. The
firmness of his grasp.

"Tane."

"Cool name. Your a pacific islander right?"

"Maori. You pretty sharp. Most you whites would just think we were black or
latino," he replied, almost bluntly.

Aaron smiled, "Well not all us whites are ignorant. Occasionally you find a
good one."

"Wondered if you were thinking that about me," Tane replied, bluntly. "I
take it you think a brothers up to no good when he helps you out on the
side of the road."

"No," replied Aaron honestly, "I think ANYONES up to no good when they help
me out."  He smiled. "You going more than the distance. Thanks."

"Its cool, bro," Tane replied. "My boys will be out here in a bit to get
the car. Ill take you back to my place. They can probably fix you up well
enough to get you on your way."

"Thanks man." Aaron felt like he was overstressing the point, but meant it.

"You ever ridden on a bike before?"

Aaron glanced over at the Harley. The light caught its chrome and black
metal body. It looked as if it had almost driven straight off the showroom
lot. It was more than well cared for by the looks of it. Aarons eyes were
taken to the size. The shape of it. Caught momentarily in those emotions
again that he felt. He still felt that feeling in his gut. It almost felt
like anticipation.

"No, never."

"Let me take that for you then," Tane said, holding out his hand for the
pack. Aaron passed it to him, still looking the bike over as Tane moved
back over. Attached the pack down to the back of the seat. Aaron was still
staring as Tane mounted onto the bike.  "Well, get up on the back, bro."

Aaron did as instructed, climbing onto the big bike behind Tane. He felt an
almost undeniable rush, smiled slightly as he felt his weight settle on the
bike. Something felt familiar, totally comfortable about this all. He felt
a pang of surprise as he felt his cock throb a little within his baggy
trunks.

"Hold onto me about the middle," Tane explained. "Put your feet there. Just
relax ok. It'll be a pretty easy ride anyway."

Aaron nodded. Feeling a little anxious about the idea of getting so close
to Tane. There was something about it, something about the whole experience
of being on the back of his bike. Something definitely sexual. Something
that Aaron felt within his steadily hardening shaft as he moved himself
closer and against Tanes stocky form. Put his arms under his, about his
hardened body. The feeling was intense. The smell almost making him drunk.
The scent of leather and sweat. The closeness. The hot press of his skin
against the leather of Tanes jacket.

Aaron felt his cock jump as Tane started the engine of the bike. He felt
the rumble carry through him. As if its natural passage was from the
engine, right through his body and out through the exhaust. A passage that
seemed to feel as if it entered and left his body through his throbbing
pole, as much as every other part of his body. The sensation of being so
close and tight about Tanes hard body. The smell that quickly hit his nose,
along with the feeling through his body. He put his feet up to where he'd
been instructed, feeling the almost instant thrill of motion.

Aaron was mesmerized momentarily as he took in the sensations. As quickly
as Tane had started the bike, they were traveling at a comfortable cruise
along the highway. Leaving the car behind. Aaron felt somewhere else, yet
so totally aware of the things he felt about him.  He hadn't thought for a
moment whether or not Tane felt his hard erection against him. His body
almost intimately close with the strong maoris.

Aaron felt then, totally free. Ignorant of anything other than the
motion. The feeling within him. The wind against his body.

The powerful body within his arms.

Aaron all but rested his chin on Tanes shoulder. Catching himself after a
moment. His eyes taking in the scene before him. The world seeming to pass
by in a hazey drift of brown heat. His other senses more aware than that of
his sight. As if they were more than sensitive to the input around him. The
bass rumble of the bike. The vibrations of its engines. The feeling of his
hard body against Tanes. The smell of the leather and sweat that came up
off Tanes body, despite the breeze that blew against him. The intense
pounding within his organ, an arousal more than just purely sexual.

Why did this feel so natural?

There was a childlike thrill that caught within Aarons chest. He relaxed.
Let himself over to the feelings he felt. The motion of speed adding to the
countless highs that drew across his body. The familiarity only compounding
to the experience and fueling further the questions that burned within him.

Time seemed to run at a different speed to that which he felt with him.
Aaron drinking in the rich sensations about him. Still feeling his penis,
rigid within his trunks. Pressed hard up against Tanes back. His arms about
the stocky maoris tight body. His hands felt the hardness of his stomach
just under the light material of his tank top. An embrace and context that
was almost bluntly sexual, but only partly bought on by the presence of the
strong man. Completed by the stimulation of the senses. The countless
feelings that stroked and embraced him.

Aaron realized much later the passage of time. How the sun seemed to give
up its unrelenting assault on the surrounds. His arms felt cooler, the hot
sweat from his body drying, at least in part. His skin felt erotic against
the soft, warm leathers of Tanes jacket.  Something that kept him hard for
a length of time he failed to comprehend. Along with the time of their
passage. Hinted at only by the change in heat. The hints of the surrounds,
the brief ruins of civilization. A car.

Aaron wondered how he could lose track of time. How time could seem almost
like a dream next to the experience of motion.

Aaron took in the changes about him as the began to come faster. As about
him the desert melted somewhat into other nature. A more urban nature,
despite its sparse growth.  Small, old, low houses. Highway melding into
narrowed, poorly kept roads. A new breeze came to his skin as they began to
wind the road, the desert and urban nature falling downwards towards
water. Aaron saw the huge monolith of Bradford, suddenly. Dark and dead on
the horizon. Black like some storm cloud, or stain on the rest of nature
around it.

Aaron felt the changes within him. His sex had dropped somewhat as he felt
a difference in the air about him. Like the freedom had begun to move like
treacle, and slow about him with the presence of civilization. As if he
could sense the slowing of the bike. The inevitability of the rides end. It
was something that dawned over him like the shadow that far city seemed to
cast over the vast inlet on far. A threat implied in size, but still there.

Aaron glanced about, taking in his surrounds more seriously. The roads here
were slightly better, yet it seemed as if this place was more a refuge from
the truths that lay so obviously beyond. A suburb far from the harsh climes
of Bradford, yet not totally escaped from its shadowy grasp. Aaron noticed
the people, somewhat laid back in dress and appearance. Mostly islanders.
The road continued to carry along the waterfront as the houses changed to
industry blocks. Aaron couldnt help but see the hulk of Bradford, dead
before him. Far off. Still.

The bike began to slow as Tane approached an older building that seemed to
be right on the waters edge. An aged, chain link fence cordoned it off from
the rest of the buildings. It looked inhabited, but far from the purpose of
those businesses surrounding it. A number of old cars occupied its front,
one up on blocks. The other without doors or engine. The front of the
building almost looked like some form of workshop. It was hard to tell what
it had once been. Its age all that it was able to truly portray.

Aaron felt the eyes on him. The similarly clad islanders near the buildings
front. Sitting and waiting the inevitable death of yet another day.
Drinking and waiting as the suns light began to fade from its afternoon
blaze. As if playing witness to yet another passing.  Strange urban
warriors, with an intimidating strength that Aaron felt with those hard
stares.  Aaron felt what strength and thrill that had entered him from
where he was on the bike drain from him. He felt more than an intruder.

Tane slowed enough to turn the bike down the side of the building.
Eventually coming to the back. A small area that opened out onto the water.
A collapsed jetty, a ramp that came from the back of the broken building
that was home to the maori and his boys. Aaron felt the almost pained
regret as Tane drew the Harley to a stop. Cut the engine on the world that
Aaron had become far too accustomed to in the time that he had been within
its embrace. Instead to be replaced by the sounds of the distant city. The
lapping of water and cry of bird above. He felt almost dulled.

"Get the door," Tane said. Aaron glanced over at the back of the building.
A large, two story garage style door. He eventually gave up his position on
the back of the Harley, like a child finally being forced to no longer
ween.

Aaron felt the coolness that was beginning to take his body. As he moved
over to the door by part. Pulled it up in a sharp drag. Opening up on what
appeared to be a garage of some sort, converted from an area that most
likely once housed a boat. Larger than what met his eye, organized in part
on the right to house humanity. Aaron glanced back to see Tane push the
bike forward, into the garage. He nodded Aaron in. Finally removed his
shades.

"You can leave that open," Tane commented. He put his shades into the
pocket of his jacket. Aaron glanced lightly over that face, finally
revealed. Smooth and young. Tane undid the pack from the back of the
Harley, passing it over. "Wait here a moment, Im just going to see how
shits going."

Aaron nodded, casting his eyes over the building within. Tane left through
a door, held with heavy locks on this side, yet still open. He pulled it
over as he left, leaving Aaron suddenly alone in the silence. The man
glanced about, taking in what seemed far more than just a makeshift home. A
portion, just off from the garage entrance, divided in implication by some
hard, mismatched carpet. An area that looked as much the work area as the
rest of the building here, yet adapted to living. Benches turned into
places to put television, stereo. A small fridge.

Aaron put the pack down where he stood, taking in the further half of the
garage. Windows seemed to open it up on two sides, yet were curtained off
by aged hangings that looked far from able to move easily. The caught in
the light breeze that blew up off the water, though open windows. There was
a strange peace, a comfort suggested by a large double bed. It was made. A
net hanging fell down over it. Aaron noticed a bust in the wall just across
from the headboard, matching the poor, obviously renovated construction
implied by the area where the Harley stood.

Aaron walked over into the main living area. Dumped himself down on one of
the large, rough sofas. Still recovering in part from the sudden dive into
the depths of cool silence, from the raucous heat of the Harley ride. A
strange turn of events that had seen his afternoon meet with the extremes
of existence and sensations. He glanced over at the long, heavy curves of
the bike that had taken him on such a unexpected journey. To places far
more than just here. Felt the almost cooling breeze that carried lightly
through the windows opposite.

The sounds of talking, and footsteps came to Aarons ears a long time before
the door opened again. He glanced over, noticing as Tane nodded, spoke to
someone before closing over the door. Looking over in Aarons direction. He
offered a smile, something that he was surprised to see the maori return. A
slow, eventual, yet ever smooth expression that played across his browned
features.

"Thanks again man," Aaron said, not really sure what else to say.

"Its cool," replied Tane. The reply came after a strange gap in which the
maori had stared him over, almost absentmindedly, as if he hadn't heard
him. "My boys are out there now to tow you back. I told them to look it
over when they get back in. Do what they have to to get it back up and
running."

"I owe you one ok?" he said, still sitting in the strangely comfortable
take of the sofa. "If you don't want me to pay you."

"Nah, I don't want your money bro, Im just helping you out, aye," Tane
replied. "If I was stuck out there, Id hope someone else would do the same
by me."

"That's one hell of a bike your got," Aaron said, still silently awed by
it. Tane smiled slightly, something that caught Aaron deep down. Slow,
smooth. Gradual.

"It was your first time wasn't it?"

Aaron chuckled, catching the sexual connotations to that remark. It had
almost been like losing his virginity of sorts. He'd taken something just
as great from the experience. His first time. It explained it perfectly.

"Yeah it was. I've had my license as long as I've been old enough to. I've
never ridden a bike though," Aaron commented.

"You felt like you enjoyed it," remarked Tane. Aaron wasn't sure if that
implication was sexual. Whether he had felt his arousal that had been there
almost the length of the trip.  "Go on bro, take a look over it."

Aaron pulled himself up from the sofa, more than eager to look over the
bike more closely.  Still wondering what strange pull it had over him. It
stood there, like some chrome heaven.  Something that Aaron had never known
to try an attain until he had seen it. Felt it. That first time something
far greater than losing his virginity.

"Im like you. Had my license as long as I've been old enough to. Been
riding bikes a bit longer than that though," Tane said. "Not like anyone
gives a fuck this far out. Some people I know aint even licensed to drive
yet."

Aaron nodded, albeit slightly distracted as he began to look over the
Harley. Something held him captivated in the heavy poise of the bike. Held
him like he had never felt in his life.  Closest he might have felt to true
love in his life so far. As if there was something totally natural and
right about what he saw before him. The stronger urges he felt beyond, to
just be and experience. To feel what he had felt riding behind Tane.

"Had this one for about 10 years, got it off my old man," Tane continued to
comment. They came between long pauses. Silent, loving moments that Aaron
spent staring.

"Its in good condition," Aaron replied, surprised.

"You learn to look after what you love."

Aaron put his hand down onto the gas tank of the bike. A slow, almost
hesitant move. He glanced back to Tane, as if for permission. Noticed the
stare that he had interrupted.  Unnoticing of the intent as Tane nodded,
told him to do what he wanted. Aaron ran his hand along the dark, cool
curve of the tank. Feeling satisfied in the touch, as if it somehow proved
more solid that which stood right before him. He looked over the dash
slowly. Took in the black leather of the seat, the robust, thick design
leading back towards the metallic gleam of the exhaust.

Aaron caught himself quietly. Standing up from his silent worship. He
turned to see Tane again, staring again. This time his eyes held with
his. Those brown looking right back as his. He lowered his gaze somewhat
again, taking the slow, dark passage of that leather.  Realizing what he
thought of Tane, physically at least. He was more than good looking.  Aaron
looked up again, saw Tane still looking back at him. Far softer than
intimidating.  Softer even than pure interest in appearance.

Those feelings of familiarity drifted again over Aarons soul. The same
poise and size that stood before him, mirrored almost to his own. Made
larger in part, by the thick, heavy leathers that kept Tane packed tightly
within its warmth. The same expression and stance.  Aaron felt as if he
recognized those looks, like they were being returned back on him. The same
testing, maybe possible glances of hope.

Aaron let out a soft exhale. Wondered if perhaps it was Tanes he heard. The
maoris voice was low when it finally spoke.

"I don't know if you know much about Bradford bro," he said. The mirror
shifted slightly in front of Aaron. "But Im a gang member. You don't fit in
around here too well."

"Ill be going as soon as I can," Aaron assured. He felt somewhat flustered,
finding Tane dragging him back again to the subject of race. He wouldn't
have gone there himself. He felt uncomfortable again.

"Its cool," Tane replied, his usual blunt and uninformative way. The stocky
maori walked over towards the bed. A makeshift wardrobe set up beside it.
Aaron glanced over as he began to grab some things from it. He eventually
came away with an armful of black.

"Be better if you don't stick out, aye," Tane said. He dumped the heavy
leather down onto the sofa. Aaron felt his eyes come back slowly up his
body. "Boys wont ask any questions if you look the part."

Aaron walked over towards the sofa. Glanced down at the heavy load of black
leathers draped over it. Tane stood just up from the bed still, looking
back. His expression was one of expectation, rather than polite request.
Aaron felt himself harden slightly with the sexuality he felt within that
mere gaze. In the idea of putting on the maoris leathers.  Wearing what he
had only since smelt. Felt. He knew what affect it had had on him so far.

"Be easier for you this way bro," Tane stated. "No questions."

Aaron nodded slipped out of his shoes and pulled off his basketball jersey.
He felt Tanes eyes settle along his muscular curves. Taking in the light
tones of his body there. His firm chest, broadened by his years of work.
Thick, balled shoulders, tight with muscle. His trunks were already
starting to shift again, as he lifted his eyes to meet Tanes again. Saw the
same insinuations that he supplied himself in return. He dropped aside the
jersey and took up the white wifebeater that the maori had taken out for
him.

Aaron slipped the wifebeater on, feeling it hug his body almost instantly.
As he pulled it tightly down over his chest, feeling its warm, grasping
embrace about him. What had started slowly in his trunks, continued to
swell with each passing moment. With each slow breath and stolen glance.
Aaron sorted through the leathers, setting out the pants from the jacket.
Pushed his trunks down, turning side on in attempt to hide his growing sex.

"Drop your boxers too, bro," Tane instructed quietly. "Be more comfortable
for you that way."

Aaron nodded, his breath heavy as he glanced over at Tane. Saw the
expression on his smooth face. The way he was looking down over his
athletic thighs. Saw unashamedly the proof of Aarons excitement there.
Aaron dropped his boxers, stood facing Tane as he took up the pants. His
penis standing all but fully upwards. Thick and hard. Cut. As he started to
step into the pants with shakey hands.

Aaron forgot for the moment the almost sexual situation he was in. The
silent, unspoken thoughts that had passed between them to this point. One
that would have been swept aside as foolish, had it been challenged. Not
one word of intent passing where so many glances and visual insinuations
had come.

Aarons breath drew tight in his chest as he began to work the pants up,
feeling them take his legs and thighs into an erotic embrace, greater than
any lovers. He trembled with the sensation, the way that it took him within
it its firm hands. Eventually sliding about his hips in a strong grasp that
he felt in every slow curve of his muscled legs. Pulling up tightly, Aaron
reveled slightly in the feeling, handling his cock a moment to tuck it
within his new lovers arms, his big balls already snug within its touch.
Working the fly up in a motion that tightly worked the firm softness across
his now throbbing organ. About his tight ass.

"You look good," Tane stated. His tone bereft of any of the implications
his eyes portrayed.  Always the strong, staunch male. Aaron knew what those
words held. Felt it in those brown eyes.

Aaron smiled slightly, finding movement within the confines of the heavy
pants strange at first. Only worsening his sexual restriction within.
Noting, for some reason with slight surprise, the thick passage of Tanes
own. Aaron took up the jacket, hungrily, feeling its weight. Smelling its
strong scent of leather. Feeling the high that shot through him as he took
in the gang patch. He slipped on the heavy jacket, feeling it embrace his
arms and body. Settling heavily upon his shoulders in an act that made him
Ngati Tumatauenga for the time.

"Let me get you some boots," Tane commented.

Aaron moved his arm quietly, looking at the proof of his feelings. Feeling
the leather about his bicep as it tightened. Hearing it creak quietly.
There was an unmistakable warmth and conform to it. Despite its heaviness.
Yet a blessing itself within that weight. Only adding and compounding on
Aarons own. Gifting him with a hefty black veil of pleasure and added
strength. All disguised within the pretense of protective biking leathers.
Aaron thrilled silently. Feeling his length cramped, yet throbbing within
the tight grip of his groin.

Tane passed over two heavy black boots. Completion to the rouse of
ganghood. Aaron sat down to pull on the first, then the second. Pulling the
straps tight about. Feeling the heavy comfort in the way they fitted him so
well. Like the rest of Tanes leathers. Some strong, guarding second skin. A
powerful, black leather skin.

Tane was already shrugging off his jacket. Dumping it onto the couch before
heading over to the small fridge. Aaron took in the maoris thick biceps.
His strong shoulders. The rest of his firm upper body, hinted at under the
loose confines of his black tank top. It hung about him, hiding nothing of
his powerful shoulders and neck. Something that Aaron envied. He got up
from the couch, still aroused. Still becoming accustomed to the trade off
of manuevabilty for pleasure and power.

"Want a beer, bro?" Tane asked. Aaron nodded, the maori passing him a cold
bottle.  Taking one for himself, Tane grabbed up his jacket and nodded
towards the exit.

Aaron followed without question. Tane headed out into the back of the
building. Sitting down on what seemed like a well lived area. A number of
crates, set up about a large wooden construct that probably once held
length of cabling bound about it. Long since serving its new use as
makeshift table. Aaron took in the lengths of water just beyond the chain
link fence. The hints of city beyond that. In the distance, the huge towers
of the city proper. It was a dark threat. Distant, but still there. Aaron
felt like a witness to some strange apocalypse, from the distance of high
hill.

"So you live in Bradford?"

"No, Im a student," Aaron replied. Tane was already sitting. Using the edge
of the wood- turned- table to strike off the cap of his bottle. Aaron
headed over. Sitting down. Doing the same with his own. It took him a few
attempts more than one to get the top off.

"What you studying?"

"Arts. Major in history," Aaron took a sip of his beer, hiding the grimace
that followed. It always tasted like piss, but he kept at it.

"Yeah? What you going to do with that?" Tane was as stoney as always.

"Fuck, I don't know," Aaron chuckled. He took another swig of the beer,
placing the bottle down. "Im only doing it cause I like it."

"Yeah, best reason to do anything, bro," replied Tane. "You doing any
particular type of history?"

"Mostly European history. But Im trying to get as much as I can across the
board.  Actually, Egyptian history during the period of the Three Princes
interests me a lot," Aaron said. He felt a flush of embarrassment, guessing
that Tane wouldn't understand a bit of what he just said. He swigged some
more of the piss to cover for it.

"Histories good," Tane replied, looking unphased by the
statement. "Especially if its what you like doing. Your parents putting you
though college?"

Aaron chuckled lightly, felt himself all but imitate Tanes speaking
mannerisms. "Nah bro, Im a poor muthafucka." Wonder if the maori had
guessed that one. Tane took a drink of his beer.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah. I've got a bit but aside by my parents, but we didnt grow up all
that rich," Aaron replied.

"Where you from?"

"New York," said Aaron. "Long Island. My moms and dad struggled to put some
money aside for me. Wanted me to get a decent education. More than what
they got, you know?  So I've got a head start, but Im going to have to work
for the rest."

"Is that what you want to do?" Tane questioned, sipping again. "Going to
college that is?"

Aaron paused, smiled a little. He took a second to take a little more of
the beer himself.  Perhaps to languish in its piss poor taste. He couldnt
believe he was drinking it. But then he couldnt believe he was here talking
to a gang member about college. And wearing his leathers.

"Yeah, I think."

"You think?" Tanes tone was as straight forward as always. "That don't
sound like a yes."

"Well, its not a no," Aaron frowned slightly, but the maoris expression was
as unanswering as always. "Well I like history, but Im not sure what Im
going to do with the degree. I suppose Im doing it because that's what they
are expecting me to do."

"So you don't want to do it?"

Aaron frowned again. His bluntness was a little unsettling at time. "I want
to do it for my parents. They put the money aside for me. They want me to
get a good education. Ill be getting that. And doing something Im
interested in."

Tane sipped again casually on his beer. "Sounds like you trapped either
way."

Aaron smiled. He wasn't sure he would have put it that way, but he could
see his point.  Aaron tried not to think about it. He was distracted again
by Tanes slow eyes. Resting lightly across his body. Perhaps taking in the
thick caress of the leathers he'd suggested he wear.

"You got a good body, bro," Tane said, quietly. There was a pause before he
spoke again.  "Could always try for a scholarship in sports. You play? You
look like you do."

"I box," Aaron replied, his own eyes resting on those thick shoulders a
moment. At least replying in kind to what he suspected.

"It shows. You do that because people expect you too?"

"No," Aaron chuckled. "I box cause its what I want to do. Just doing in a
controlled way what I grew up doing."

"You scrapped?"

"Yeah I got into my share of fights when I was young," Aaron replied,
giving Tane a smooth, almost lingering stare. "What about you. Your pretty
buffed yourself."

"Im a gang member," Tane replied, an almost lopsided grin. He sipped on the
neck of his bottle. "I grew up scrapping. Its how I got where I am."

"You must be good at it," commented Aaron, risking a little further. "You
got the body to show for it."

"You like that, huh?"

Aaron blushed a little, backed up momentarily with a slightly sheepish
grin. Hiding himself in another gulp of that filthy grunge. He muttered
something that he was sure Tane wouldn't hear, more trying to dismiss the
advance. Aaron felt an almost uncomfortable few seconds, as Tane stared at
him again. His eyes the home of smooth, sexual insinuations. His voice was
low when he finally spoke.

"Its all good, bro."

"You grow up around here, then?" Aaron shot hastily, trying to cover the
quietness.

"Yeah," the maori replied. "My parents are fishers. I didnt want any part
of that, aye."

"So you joined up with a gang?"

Tane shrugged his stocky shoulders, replied in a way that Aaron wasn't sure
was a point of sarcasm. "It was pretty much expected of me, bro."

"Seems like a pretty small place to have a gang," Aaron remarked. He put
his bottle down, thinking more that he was drinking it more to cover his
nervousness than anything else.

"Best place to be a gang," replied Tane, nodding toward the dark monolith
of the city.  Aaron glanced over. "Purebreeds and Los Locos rule
there. Theres not enough room for one of them, let alone two. We cool
staying out of the way. We're just out to look after our own. Not rule."

Aaron gestured towards Tanes jacket, draped over one of the nearby
box-turned-seats.  "That your gang?" He didnt try to pronounce it.

"Ngati Tumatauenga, yeah," the maori replied.

"What's it mean?"

Tane smiled a little, putting his bottle down. Leaning his strong forearms
against the table.  "Let me give you a history lesson," he said, Aaron
feeling those eyes, strangely smooth again over his body. "Our people used
to be warriors. We had a warrior culture. All members of tribes. We might
be spread now, even as far out here as Bradford, but some of us still
remember that. We don't see ourselves as a gang. Just another tribe. Just
an urban tribe.

"Tumatauenga is the God of War. Because that's what it is like out here
sometimes, surviving in this place," Tane gestured back towards the expanse
of Bradford beyond the waters. "We took his name for our tribe name. Ngati
Tumatauenga. Those of Tumatauenga. We're still warriors. We still part of a
tribe, even if most of us have forgotten what our original tribe was."

"Your pretty up on your history," Aaron replied, unsure of what to say. He
felt suddenly aware that he was wearing Tanes tribe leathers. He silently
fantasized to belong. Like the members of Tanes tribe had found some where
to belong.

"You got to know your roots, aye," said Tane, tugging a little at his baggy
black tank top. It came free of his pants. "Know where your from. Its part
of who you are. What about you?  You know where your from?"

"No idea," Aaron replied. He tried to brush his ignorance off. "New York?"
That smile wasn't there that Aaron had hoped for. Seen lighting Tanes
handsome face. "What about you. You mentioned most of you don't remember
your original tribes."

Tane swept his tank top up off his body, baring his stocky and muscular
tones. Taking Aaron off guard somewhat. Making his cock throb suddenly,
where it had finally dropped during the conversation so far. It had just
become more comfortable within the unreasonable restrictions of his pants.
His eyes drunk in the volumes that Tanes smooth, dark body spoke. All but
forgetting what he was saying. Tane reached into the pocket of his jacket,
taking out a lighter. A small pouch of some sort.

"Most of us don't. You got to know where your roots are. Look for them,
even if you don't know what your looking for. You'll know what feels right
when you find it."

Aaron nodded vaguely, taking in the hardness of Tanes chest as he leaned
forward, dishing something out of the pouch, before laying it aside.
Putting a rolled, short cigarette to his lips before struggling with the
lighter. Aarons eyes moved slowly, greedily across the maoris chest. Taking
in the darker spots of his nipples that crowned the beauty there. The
fullness of his chest spreading to his powerful shoulders. Biceps that
tightened and shifted with so much smooth grace with each slight movement.
He found himself resting back on Tanes words for a description of his great
form. An urban warrior.

"We're not too different, you and me," Tane commented, cupping his hand to
light on the cigarette. Aaron smelt the thick scent. "You just need to find
your roots. At least find somewhere to start."

"Well, if I can get myself into Bradford." Aaron lowered his eyes, feeling
almost guilty at how much he took from seeing Tanes bared chest. It struck
him as to why the maori had taken off his tank top. Perhaps it was hot,
Aaron was sure he would have noticed in the thickness of his leathers.

"Well, I aught to be able to help you there," commented Tane. He took a
long puff on his cigarette, offered it to Aaron. "You smoke?"

"Nah."

"Try a puff."

"Its not tobacco, is it?" Aaron dared ask.

"You telling me you grew up in Long Island and you never got a puff of this
stuff?" Tane asked, cocking an eyebrow. That smooth smile danced over the
maoris features again.

"I tried to stay away from it," replied Aaron. "My parents would have
kicked my ass if they caught me trying that stuff."

Tane nodded suggestively at Aaron, the blunt still held out to him. "Your
parents aint around to see you now. Try it."

Aaron wasn't sure why he reached out. Taking the blunt carefully between
his thumb and forefinger. Probably for the same reason he hadn't turned
down the beer. Why he forced himself to drink what little he had, in front
of the ever staunch Tane. Perhaps some part of him was trying to be more
like him. To match closer that mirror form he seemed to see before
himself. The hints so obvious at the similarities of size and form. The
deeper roots different, growing into vastly different pasts. Even if both
of them shared some common ground. Perhaps part of it was to impress the
hardened biker.

"Yeah why not."

Aaron put the blunt to his lips. Paused, then sucked. Feeling his throat
and lungs fill almost instantly with the thick smoke as he swallowed a
mouthful of it. Gasping and choking in a strong billow of that suffocating
stink. He heard Tane laugh, something that caught him in a mix of surprise
and slight anger, as he hacked hard in a desperate attempt to clear his
lungs of the weeds smoke. Tane took the blunt from his right hand, still
chuckling.

"Idea is not to swallow," he commented. "So you aint smoked anything
before, aye bro."

"--No." Aaron all but wheezed. He caught Tanes smooth face, still
smiling. Strangely lit.  His lungs felt raw, his chest almost hot. He
thumped his fist against it in an attempt to clear himself. Tane took a
heavy drag of the blunt. Let it creep from his broad nose, still watching
Aaron recover.

"You got a place to stay? When you get into Bradford?"

"Yeah, I got a cousin Im staying with--" Aaron coughed again. "Shit ... At
least until I can get a place of my own. If I can afford it."

"Cool, bro," replied Tane. He passed the blunt back to Aaron, who shied
almost instantly.  Still regretting his first show of bravado. "Nah, try it
again. This time don't swallow it."

Aaron took the blunt, eyeing it like some object of evil. Having already
been burnt once, admitably through his own inexperience. He put the blunt
to his lips again, watching as Tane watched him closely.

"Suck. Hold."

Aaron did as instructed, feeling the thick skunk fill his lungs. Holding as
Tane told him. He watched Tane, saw the smile that spread across his
lips. Lost himself for just a moment within the maoris brown eyes, as the
smooth fire brewed within his lungs. The warmth that filled him from that
slow look. Or was it whatever he was smoking? Aaron breathed out, more a
sigh than anything else, lowering his eyes. Feeling the smoke pour from his
mouth in a thick billow. Taken quickly by the drifts of the air.

"Another thing that was pretty much expected of me where I grew up," Tane
said, taking the blunt back. "You did pretty good for your first time."

Aaron smiled, feeling the compliment warm him as much as the effects of the
smoke.  Tane stared back at him, quietly as both of them basked in the
silence of the afternoon.  The quiet lapping of the water filling Aarons
ears. He looked back at the stocky maori, watching as he took another
strong puff of the blunt. Held it within his chest. Tane looked him over
again, a slow, suggestive glance that ran the length of his leathered upper
body.  Rising to linger up at his eyes and face. Aaron held the gaze,
smiling. Warmed as Tane smiled back. Misting the space between them with
another thick cloud of smoke, before it was carried in twisting eddies and
swirls.

Tane pushed himself up from the crate, passing the blunt over to Aaron. The
leathered guy took it, his eyes mesmerized momentarily by the shift and
movement of Tanes upper body.  There was a smooth beauty there, an
unmistakable softness in the slow contours of his brown muscles. Yet below,
a hardness that seem paradox to the rest. Tanes muscles seemed to dance
before Aaron in the brief eternity in which the maori moved up from his
seat. Stretching. Aaron glanced up at Tanes long, muscular arms.

His cock was cramping again, within the hug of his leather pants.

Tane wandered over towards the chain link fence. Aaron took a quick drag of
the blunt again, his eyes playing over the thick muscles of Tanes neck,
those that swept down his upper back. Tane locked his hands against the old
rushed links, still clad in his finger less leather riding gloves. Aaron
let the smoke carry naturally from his lungs, noticing the dark towers of
the city in the distance beyond. Enough to drag his gaze from that which
held him so captivated.

"Word of warning, bro," Tane said, breaking the silence of the dying
afternoon. "When you get into Bradford. Look out for yourself. don't trust
anyone, aye. Its a bad place to be."

"I trusted you," replied Aaron, more catching himself off guard with the
realization. He wondered if he regretted those words.

"Yeah, you did."

Aaron rest himself back against the table, where he had turned on his crate
to look at Tane. The maori was all but framed by the huge buildings. Black
on a fading blue. The sight seemed terrifying for some reason. Tanes
strong, almost hunched form. Hands grabbed on the chain link fence. Looking
as much the urban warrior he professed to be.  Staring in at that which
seemed more menacing than the stares Aaron had taken from Tanes boys on the
way in. It scared Aaron that Tane look almost too natural a part of the
view. Trapped within the cities embrace. Even though he stared in from the
outside.

"Not everyones going to be as cool as I've been," Tane said, turning his
head back a little.  "Just keep your head down in your books. Bradfords got
too many dangers for someone who wanders out in it."

Aaron lowered his head a little. Sucked again on the blunt, more in a want
to cover the nervous silence that seemed to hang and linger in those
moments. He felt the full effects of the blunt hit him. He wondered how to
take Tanes warning. Whether it was an honest attempt to help him out
further. Aaron couldnt help feel like there was something deeper.  Beyond
the hard, often ungiving exterior of the gang member. An unmistakable
something that loomed beyond, like the threatening size of Bradford loomed
beyond the chain linked fence.

Aaron let the smoke carry out of his lungs after a moment. Tane seemed dead
for words after his brief warning. It had taken what few Aaron could return
as quickly. He contented himself to stare, as Tane stared. Like some living
urban art. Aaron knew who saw the better picture, as the maori gazed empty
beyond that of the city. Aaron let his eyes move down again over Tanes
muscular back, smooth and dark. Down towards those hugging black leathers
that covered his ass and thighs. Something of Aaron didnt like seeing Tane
in his contemplative silence. As beautiful as he seemed there, a picture of
hardness survived in the city.

Aaron stood up, crossing slowly to where Tane stood against the fence. He
leaned back against one of the tall fence poles. Looking over at the maori,
who still stared. He passed up the blunt, thinking it better to pass it on,
rather than puff it into non existence. Aaron wanted to get rid of it, as
much for his own safety. He already felt warm. More than comfortable in his
firm leathers. The view without the backdrop of the city looked better too.

"Thanks bro."

Tane sucked in a lungful of the blunt, turning to lean back up against the
fence too. Turning his back on the falling afternoon. As the depths of
Bradford clawed at the last rays of afternoon light. Aaron noticed the
glance, the same as all those many others. Slow.  Playing lightly across
the firmness of his attire. Tanes brown face lit briefly as his eyes fell
down to about what Aaron guessed was his groin. He was still hard.

"How those leathers feeling to you, bro?" Tane asked, letting the smoke of
his blunt linger from his mouth and nose. It was quickly devoured by the
slightest of breeze.

Aaron almost blushed, "They feel pretty good. I don't think I do them as
much justice as you do, " he added quietly.

"You do them justice," Tane replied. "You look like you were born to wear
that sort of stuff."

Aaron felt his face flush a bit. Anything Tane said came across as totally
blunt and honest.  He couldnt interpret that comment as anything else,
taking it as it was said. He lowered his head a little, not sure what to
reply.

"You want to try the bike?"

"Huh?" Aaron glanced over, surprised.

"You want to see how it feels on the Harley?" Tane clarified. "You got the
leathers on, you might as well go the full distance, aye."

Aaron tried to pick his words, Tane already snuffing out the end of the
blunt on another of the fence poles. Putting a heavy hand on Aarons
leathered shoulder. He felt the effects his touch had, as brief as it
was. Tane nodding over to the garage, pushing himself away from the chain
link fence.

"Come on. Let see how you like being in the drivers seat."

"I cant drive a bike," Aaron defended quickly. Tane was already over at the
table, fishing up his jacket. Aaron didnt know why he was putting up blocks
to the one place he had dreamed of being.

"So. Come on."

Aaron saw little choice but to follow, Tane already heading back inside. He
felt his gut knot somewhat, his cock already more than hard again within
his leathers. There was a giddy high running through him, unlike any that
he had felt so far. Looking at it, sure that was fine. Feeling how it had
on the back, his arms about Tanes body. Feeling it over with his eyes and
hand while it stood there. All these seemed fine, albeit experiences that
had confused and amazed Aaron. But this? What Tane was suggesting? Aaron
felt his breath heavy within his chest as he followed the maori back
inside.

What was it about that heavy black bike that had such a hold on him?

Tane dumped his jacket down over the back of the sofa. Flicking on a light
as he headed back over to where Aaron was staring again at the hard curves
of the Harley. His gaze played along the length of it again, taking in the
deep blacks, the gleaming chrome that played the light in a dazzling shine.

"Theres something you cant explain about how it looks," Tane replied. "How
it feels. You only know that when you riding it, out in the middle of no
where. That right then is the closest your going to come to explaining
it. And even then you got to be feeling it for yourself."

Aaron glanced at Tane, the maori looking at him already, straight back. He
couldnt avoid what he saw before him. The thick, heavy weight. The poise in
those smooth curves. The way those curves held the true essence of all that
he felt for. Aaron felt Tanes hand on his shoulder again, his presence ever
so closer. His voice was quieter when he finally spoke again.

"You just know it feels right," Tane noted quietly. His voice seemed close
to Aarons ear, but he was still staring at the bike. "And fuck anything
else. You want to see if it feels right for you? I think you a step closer
to finding your roots, aye."

Aaron glanced back at Tane again, surprised slightly to find the maori
standing almost right beside him. The closeness of his body as erotic as
that of the Harleys. The two proof of a hole. One that Aaron had never
known existed until he had felt both slowly moving to fill it. A passage
that felt strangely familiar. Yet more than right. Guided by chance, or
fate.  Whatever movement that had seen him through these strange turn of
events. He felt Tanes closeness, his breath. Smelt the hint of leather, and
sweat that lingered about him. Aaron felt drawn to do more than share his
breath, and presence.

"Take a seat, bro."

Aaron breathed in, steeling himself somewhat as he stepped towards the
Harley. Feeling Tane never leaving his side. Close. Erotically so. His hand
still on his shoulder. Firm, but not hard. He felt it linger lightly on his
back as he swung his leg up over the bike, in a stretch of his
leathers. Felt the heavy bike take his weight.

One slight movement and he was there.

It felt more than right.

Aaron marvelled silently, feeling his cock throbbing within his pants. His
face flushed somewhat. Both he would have no doubt felt embarrassed about
in the presence of another guy, but with Tane it seemed more than
comfortable. Something that only intensified the power of the experience.
Merely sitting. Feeling. Seeing. Aaron knew what he had been missing. Even
if he had never felt its lack before having seen Tane and this bike for the
first time this afternoon.

Tanes hand left his shoulder momentarily, Aaron already too consumed in
seeing things how he had only wished he had. It had been more than
liberating being behind the stocky maori, but to be where he had been. Even
as it was. It felt like a position of power, of freedom, even without the
movement. To be in control of all that which had aroused and thrilled Aaron
beyond his dreams. To be in the seat of that control only rode him higher
into the depths of his pleasure.

"Put these on, bro," Tane said.

Aaron took the gloves as Tane handed them over. Feeling his eyes along his
body again.  Settling into familiar patterns of place and movement. Its
effect erotic, even if still a little nerving. Causing his face to flush in
the assumed liberties taken. The almost accustomed glances and tight
smiles.

He slipped his right hand into the depths of the heavy glove, working his
fingers to the tips.  Clenching. Feeling his breath rise with his pulse as
he took in the sensations of the further covering. Quickly slipping on the
other. Taking just a moment to feel his forearms and hands over, in the
pretense of fitting them better. Feeling the draw it had on his sex as much
as the hand that had returned to his shoulder.

"Right put your hands on the grips," Tane instructed. "Ill take you over
what everything does."

"Ok," replied Aaron, taking another breath. Between the bike and Tane, it
was hard going.  He gripped the handles.

"Right hand here is the throttle," said Tane, still keeping his left hand
on Aarons shoulder.  He pointed with his right. Close to Aarons right
side. "you want to increase the engine speed, you twist the throttle
towards you."

Aaron nodded. "Yeah, got that." Tanes right hand rested briefly on his
thickly gloved right hand, before tapping the right lever.

"This here is the front brake," Tane said.

"What about the rear brakes?"

"That's down here," Tane said, signaling.

Aaron glanced to his right foot, where the maori pointed. Noticing how Tane
was now pretty much all but against him and the bike as he lead him through
his lesson. Aaron felt his pulse rise as he saw the thick bulge in Tanes
leathers, while glancing down. His eyes rose up to Tanes momentarily,
seeing that easy glance that replied. The hint of a smile. The recognition.
Tanes hand was back on his right again.

"Left handle don't do anything," Tane continued after a moment, pointing.
"The left lever though is the clutch. Left foot down there on that side is
gears. Tap up to change up through the gears, down to go down."

Aaron nodded, taking it all in. Trying to retain as much as he could,
despite how fairly straight forward it was. Tanes presence and the fact of
where he sat distracted him no end.  He felt the poise of the bike beneath
him, the way he felt weighted back in the seat. The maoris hand still
lingering about his upper back. He could feel Tanes breath against his
skin, the almost intoxicating sensations that it bought. His heart throbbed
in his throat. His face hot, his body moreso, within the confines of the
leathers.

"Keys in there, bro," said Tane. "Start it up."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, Im sure," Tane replied. "Go the distance, bro. This is your chance
to find out if its as good as you think it is."

Aaron glanced at Tane, hot faced. Wondering if this sexual exchange was
what he thought it was. If it was truly the advances they seemed, or part
of Aarons feelings for the bike that caused him to feel this way. His eyes
took in Tanes strong arm, still bare. His shoulder.  Again those eye. The
unmistakable arousal in them.

"Start it up. I know you wondering."

Aaron was. He wanted confirmation of what he already knew. What he had
already experienced earlier on the back of this Harley. The mix of feelings
and emotions that had left him almost drunk. Feeling the thrill of new
found love. If this was truly love, this which he could barely explain. Had
never felt before he had experienced it in part. Could do little more
justice to the sensations now that he was in the seat. Only knowing that he
wanted to go further. To feel further what he already knew lay ahead. Each
turn as blissful and fulfilling as the first time masturbating. The first
time cuming.

Aaron moved his right to the key.

"You look just like I did my first time, bro. I know how you feeling, aye."

Aaron felt the instant rumble. Heard it fill his ears. The vibration below
him, through him.  Through every part of the heavy bike beneath him. It was
as much a part of him as any part of him. The way it powered within him.
Through his already hard and throbbing penis. His sex ached in its
hardness, the throbbing of the Harley beneath him only an extension of his
feelings within. Aaron felt more than aroused. He felt alive with the
sensations that carried through him.

"Well, rev it up a little, bro," Tane instructed. Aaron saw his smooth
smile, his easy expression. Reaction to his own look of exhilaration and
satisfaction.

Aaron twisted the right grip gently, feeling the engine climb beneath
him. The bassy thunder filled his ears, filled his body. Becoming as
necessary a part of him as the Harley he sat on. He let the engine revs
fall back again, twisting. Then again. Thrilling to the sound of the
engine. The control and power he had over it. He couldnt believe he was
sitting where he was. Feeling what he was. Aaron bought his left hand down
to the smooth black chrome of the petrol tank. Running his leathered hand
down along it.

"Feels good, don't it bro," Tane said quietly. Aaron let the engine idle. A
burbling, rumbling sound. Not sure if the maori was talking about how it
felt where he sat, or how the smooth contour of the tank felt under his
hand. He realized suddenly that he was caressing it slowly. Almost as if
caressing his intense center where it beat just back from the tank.

"You look like you belong there," continued Tane. Aaron felt his hand come
up on his left shoulder. Tanes body pressed against his somewhat. Aaron
felt the sudden sexual thrill as the maori pressed his advance, putting his
other hand on Aarons leathered arm.

"You were born to sit there bro, you just didnt know it till now," he
said. Aaron shared the closeness of Tanes breath. Turned his head slightly.
He was shaking. Beyond the rumble that carried through him from below. "But
now you know."

"Yeah."

"You look good sitting there too."

Aaron was dizzy. He muttered quietly, the Harley rumbling in his ears. Tane
close at his right. "You look good too."

"In all those leathers ..."

Tanes mouth lingered about his ear. Aaron could feel the heat of his words.
Giving words to the burble of the bike, both speaking in as erotic a
language. Playing across his senses, firing them in a thrilling blaze.
Tanes closeness and touch completing that which the Harley beneath couldnt,
in touch and movement. Yet each complimenting the other.  Intensifying the
nervous, horny platue which Aaron found himself sitting on. Staring into
the endless planes of sensual sensation beyond.

"Sitting up on my Harley ..."

Tanes lips lingered at his ear, the touch completing the endless flirting
that had preceded.  The merest touch of Tanes skin against his making him
wet within. His cock throbbing, boiling. Yet idling like the bike on which
he sat. Tanes hand gripped on his bicep. His other moved onto his shoulder,
rubbed it through the thickness of the leather there.

The maori kissed lightly at his ear. His voice filled with the erotic,
heavy tones of his arousal.

"I know you feel the same as me, bro. I know you just like me. You know it
too. Now you sitting there and feeling it too for yourself, you know it
too."

"Yeah ..."

"I wouldn't let anyone mount my Harley but I saw how you looked at it,"
Tane kissed again at Aarons ear. His face was burning hot. "You looked at
it like I look at it."

"It just looks so ... big ..." Aaron struggled with his words. He felt
Tanes hand move down his arm, grip over his right hand. The engine revved
between his thighs, the thunder filling him again. It subsided
slowly. "... strong ..."

"... yeah, bro ... real strong ..."

Tanes lips kissed at his cheek. His arm up about his back. Surrounding his
body in the maoris firm masculinity. Aarons words were growing breathy. As
his lips lingered closer.  His head turned back slowly.

"... heavy ..."

"Just go with it ..."

"Tane ..."

Aaron felt his lips press with Tanes, the sudden exhilaration of their
contact. The strong kiss that followed, almost feverish. Aarons fist
tightened on the handle, revving slightly as Tanes tongue pushed into his
mouth. Filling him with a wet warmth that he craved more of.  Tane working
hard against him, moaning quietly as he took deeply of Aaron. And Aaron
took as much of him in return. The bike still throbbing deeply between his
thighs. His sex becoming more intensely hard with each passing second. A
time metered only by the sounds of the Harley. The soft moans.

Aaron found his hips were already thrusting somewhat. His left hand locked
onto the side of the petrol tank. Partly to steady himself as Tane
continued to kiss, almost overbearing now in his enthusiasm. Partly to feel
that which he longed for. That which felt right, in so many contexts. The
thick leather of his glove held tight to the black metal, his fingers
tightening as Tanes tongue pushed again into his mouth. When the maori
finally pulled from his lips, his eyes were filled with a drunken
arousal. Conveying an understanding. A recognition of experience and
sensation.

Aaron have never known he was alone until he had discovered he wasn't.

Tanes gloved right hand slipped into the front of Aarons jacket, his lips
again tasting of his.  Kissing then at his face, his right hand exploring
deep within the heavy jacket. A passage of firmness that complimented the
one beneath him, as Tane continued to rub and feel within the take of his
jacket. Aaron bought his own hand up, placing it against the naked side of
the maoris body. Feeling the thickened stroke of his hand, of leather
against the smoothest of brownness. The pleasure filled moan that it
illicited from Tane, still kissing softly at his neck.

"The leather feels good, aye bro."

Aaron nodded, then found the words that caught trapped in his throat. "Yeah
..."

"Rub me a little more like that."

Aaron was more than happy to, his hands taking in what he wished his eyes
could. The thick leather of his glove preventing the true sensation of the
gliding contours below, yet there still in suggestion. A loss more than
made up for by the slow eroticism that Tane was taking from the touch. That
Aaron felt in the maoris lips, moving still about his neck.  His breath
hot. Eager. Aaron bought his hand up across Tanes strong, muscular back.
His eyes finally seeing the thick muscles of his body. The strength in his
arms as they held him. Explored him further. As Tanes mouth explored his
neck. Their positions made more difficult by the bike, yet it being the one
thing Aaron would not have removed from the situation.

Aaron felt Tane began to tug at his wifebeater. Forward in his desire to
explore. Feel.  Taste. Share. Aarons hips moving softly, yet firmly.
Bucking gently against that which still throbbed between his thighs. Aaron
moaned loudly as Tanes hand drifted lightly over his groin. The big maori
stopped briefly to work at the leather there, an action that made Aaron
blush hotly again. Tane looked up as his hands moved to loosen his belt,
smiling smoothly. Reassuring with glance as Aaron steadied himself again.

"You wondering which is making you more hard?" Tane asked quietly, his lips
close.  Aaron thought heard the buzz of his fly even over the idling of the
Harley.

"You or the bike?"

Tane smiled more fully, strong with the hint of intoxication. "Or the
leather you wearing."

Aaron chuckled nervously, something that lost quickly to a softer moan as
his penis sprung free from the restriction that had loosened about his
groin. The tight leather of his pants giving free his most hardest muscle.
Tane laying back his pants to let the heavy shaft of his dick stand more
natural. Aaron smelling the thick scent of his sex. The wetness that still
beaded at his tip, even free of the grabbing pleasure of the biker pants.
Exposing himself fully to Tane. And to the bike.

"So which is it?" Tane insisted. His lips pecked again lightly at Aarons.
Aaron kept the bike steady with his left, letting the big maori face him
somewhat. Tanes leathered hand lingered about his thick cock.

"I aint about to choose one," he replied. "Right now they all feel better
than anything I've had yet."

Tane smiled, his lips pressing again at Aarons. Aaron welcomed the smooth
expression, as much as it seemed almost out of place. The occasional part
smiles, that had blossomed quickly into the fuller, more budding
expressions of affection. They seemed foreign to Tanes hardness. His blunt
ways. Perhaps he was enjoying the moment while he could. Aaron wondered if
he was taking as much of this as he was. If the experience was as strong
and sensual for him, even in some small part. His smile looked warm. As if
he had heard what he needed to enjoy this the most. Aaron saw the raw want
that filled his eyes.

"Don't do nothing, bro," Tane said, his hand gripping about Aarons engorged
pole. His lips pressing feverishly at his again. Aaron felt his heavy, hot
breath. "Just sit there and enjoy it while you can. While you still got
it."

Aaron did as Tane suggested, feeling the pleasure hitting him strongly. The
smooth sensuality of everything that held and grasped him. That drenched
his every sense in what was. What he had longed for without knowing. A
completeness and correctness that he felt for the first time in his life.
As the smells, sounds, and feelings massaged softly at his very soul.
Taking him into a realm of luxury his body and mind had never felt. Tanes
hand firmly working his cock, the rumbling of the Harley beneath him doing
just as much to further his gratification there. He felt
alive. Strong. Basking in the strength of his pleasures.

Tanes sexual advances hit with a new strength as he took him again at the
mouth.  Pushing his tongue in deep, as Aaron felt his hand work open his
own pants. Free his own sexual desire in a new high that washed over his
mouth. Aarons hips thrust at the fist grasping it. His heavy gloved hand
steading himself against Tanes thick body. Not grasping or experiencing in
any smooth passion, but gripping as he felt the same animal lusts swell
within him. Supplied by the overbearing dominance that Tane forced upon his
lips, fueled by the still deep rumble of the Harley idling under him. Aaron
pushed back, feeling the moan of pleasure against his lips as he did so. He
felt Tane moving rhymically, his leg pressed hard against his.

Aaron mimicked the same strokes, up against Tanes firm fist. Feeling his
cock burn with need. A want to copulate somehow with all that he felt about
him. An unableness to describe or explain, or even know how. Fueled by a
need to become more sexually one. To return the powerful urges that Aaron
felt building within him. His powerful human instincts to mate and join
flowing so naturally within his every strong muscle, as bike and gang
member worked against him. With him. Stroking. Kissing. Caressing with the
vibrations that filled him. All three moving smoothly in the act of one.

Aaron groaned at the feeling of the leather surrounding his throbbing
strength. Tried to angle himself a little better as Tane continued moving
against him. With him. His mouth celebrating the passion shared. For a
moment Aaron felt the hefty shaft of Tanes thick cock against his leg.
Smelt the thick scent that filled the air with that of the bike. Sweat.
Leather. Still moving with the powerful motions of his desires and needs.

Taking while he had the chance to experience every throbbing, rumbling part
of that which made love to him.

Tanes mouth dropped suddenly, pulling from Aarons own. Aaron moaned in
anticipation, realizing what the maori intended as he took his hand off his
cock. Steadied himself more fully against the bike. Aaron could see the
bareness about Tanes groin. The thick, dark patch of hair that mimicked the
darkness of his pants. The heavy shaft of his blunt, uncut cock as it
strove up from his opened leathers. Aaron felt a sudden pang of guilt take
him as he saw the eagerness of Tanes movement. Could still feel that of his
strong thrusts against the Harley. He seemed so sure. So full of passion
and need. Without the brief wants for justification that came to Aarons
mind. Silenced suddenly by the decent wetness over his cock.

Aaron resigned himself to the more typical pleasure of sex that surrounded
him. The more than attractive shape and stroke of Tanes thick muscles. The
maoris eagerness to take his cock only further increased his wants.
Intensified the feelings of strength and virileness lent to him by the
thick tightness about him. The powerful, heavy Harley that rumbled beneath
him. His mind swum with the sensations about him, as Tanes mouth worked
slowly, firmly up and down his shaft. The most blunt of sexual simulations,
in a world which Aaron had discovered of many more.

Aaron saw Tanes world then. In all its fullness. Only knowing that it
filled him like nothing had. With a desire that burned more passionately
than any.

Aaron wanted this. No matter what the cost.

Aaron felt Tanes hand slide up under his jacket. His mouth moving hotly,
again, down his pounding cock. Aarons gloved hand gripped at Tanes thick
neck and shoulders. He wished the maori and his bike as one. Each an
extension of the other. In a totality that Aaron wanted for his own. A
completeness where he had seen no lacking. Now he saw it. His body filling
with the same animal lust that he had seen in Tanes eyes when he had told
him that he couldnt choose which of these pleasures completed him most.

Aaron gripped tightly. Drove the engine beneath him higher as his own fuels
boiled within him. His hips thrusting as well upwards as they could. To
meet that warm mouth that greeted his cock. Tanes mouth as pleasurable and
warm as that with filled his ears, thundered between his thighs with each
strong twist. He longed in hard sexual desire those thick brown muscles, as
much as the smooth curves of the Harley beneath him. A threesome that Aaron
had never imagined could happen.

Aaron pulled roughly at Tanes neck, all but shoving him up off his aching
cock as he felt his peak boil closer to fruition. Angling himself to better
complete his thrusts. How he longed to feel them. Feeling the cool press of
metal, almost instantly. Chilling his burning hot cock. Tanes hand worked
under him, pressed his long organ down against the body of the Harley as
Aaron thrust. His desire caught between two lovers. The leathered push of
Tanes guiding hand trapping him down on the cool, ungiving black metal of
the tank. Both as real and as arousing as each other. Aarons eyes wide as
he stroked and fucked, groaning in the powerful sensations of his flooding
climax. A passage aided by the wetness that still swelled over from his
head.

"Yeah bro, fuck yeah ..." Tanes hot voice mirrored his own. A tight thrill
and excitement of realization. "Go hard out, bro."

Aaron fucked against the tank, feeling the warm, gripping pull of his balls
against the leathered seat. His eyes widening. Lowering momentarily to take
in the sight of his thick member against the black. The thunder of the
engine revved again through his hardness there. An arousal as strong as
that created by any other partner as attractive to his eyes.  Aaron saw the
crude bluntness of Tanes own cock against the tank. As the maori shared his
passions and lover with him. Both stroking, gasping. Moaning as their
desires boiled over, hot and thick. Showering their third partner with
strong ropes of their seed.

Aaron felt the exhaustion hit him as his dick finally slowed. He felt the
hot touch of Tanes cum on his head, where it had splashed in the heavy
passions of their lovemaking. The Harley rumbled beneath him still. Idling
in Aarons post orgasmic bliss. Streaks of his and Tanes cum run down the
smooth contour of the heavy tank, as Aaron breathed heavily.  Saw the weary
look in Tanes own eyes as he stepped away from the bike to get something
from the back of the bike. Aarons eyes dropped slightly as he saw the
maoris cock. As thick and hefty as his own. Uncut. Seemingly the same as
his, if only in shape and size.

"Always got to be prepared, aye bro," Tane said, holding up a cloth.

Tane turned the bike off, something that Aaron felt in a stark loss. Like a
sudden death within him. He felt the gentle rubbing on his softening cock
as Tane cleaned off his cock, then his own. The maori zipped himself up,
making Aaron feel as if he should do the same.  He sat where he was on the
Harley, as Tane began to carefully clean up the rivulets of cum splashed
against the tank. Aaron didnt want to lose the sensations. The feelings he
felt sitting where he was astride the big bike. He felt like a kid, doing
his best to prolong a ride.  Aaron watched as Tane went over the black tank
with a painstakingly close eye. Looking for any last trace of their
cum. Aaron was sure it was because of his care for the bike, more than
anyone finding out what they had did.

"Its getting pretty late, aye," commented Tane, as he finished the
task. "Ill go see where your cars at."

Aaron nodded, a little put out by the sudden change in atmosphere. The
incredible down after an dizzying high. Tane put the cloth back in the back
of the bike, giving Aaron a brief nod as he headed over to the door once
again.

"Wait here, bro."

Part of Aaron was more than happy to. Alone here with this huge bike. He
ran his gloved hand up along the once again, spotless black tank. The
experiences he had felt were almost overbearing in their totality. They
surrounded and buried him within a world that he never wanted to leave.
Alone here in this old building, who knows where, or how far from Bradford
and the world that he had known so well before he had come here. And now to
be alone atop a gang members Harley. In his leathers. Realizing his passion
for all of them.  There was so much that he wanted to ask. Wanted to find
out before it was too late. And Aaron could feel the inevitable end looming
darkly before him.

With more than a bit of regret, Aaron swung himself up off the Harley.
Thinking it better that he don't stay on it until Tane got back. Something
of himself felt reserved at the idea, despite the incredibly forward way he
had expressed his wants but moments before. His mind still swum with the
truths that he had carried out. The thoughts that had turned to realities.
The realities that he knew he didnt have alone. His own blunt wants turning
to actions that were mated with Tanes. He wondered quietly how often Tane
did what he himself was surprised to have done. And enjoyed so deeply.
Aaron wondered what it would be like to live where that pleasure was so
ready and accessable.

Feeling a thirst, Aaron went back outside to get the two beers, still half
finished on the table. He saw the dark cloak of night pulling over the
distant towers. How long had he spent on the Harley with Tane? Had time
passed that quickly? Already the tiny jewels of light began to blossom on
the urban horizon. Seductive in their simple beauty, yet deadly in their
own silent ways. Aaron remembered the warning that Tane had given
him. Thought to himself if Bradford could be all as bad as what he saw
before him. The day dying finally about him. The towers claiming yet
another night.

Aaron saw the huge monolith of one building, towering tall above all the
others. It seemed to stare straight back at him.

Aaron headed back inside, putting the bottles down to try and find other
light switches. The light of the garage section cast a warm glow over the
remaining living area. Aaron searched in the silence, only finding a
bedside lamp, which he turned on. He went back over to his beer, somewhat
warm, but better than nothing. He dumped himself back down on the sofa.
Enjoying the rest that it gave him. The comfort of the leathers still firm
embrace. Aaron knew he was going to regret taking these off when he had
to. Hoped that he could somehow make this moment last a little longer. He
was already working at ways to get his own. Wondering if perhaps he could
fund both his college education and getting a bike like Tanes.

Aaron heard the quiet beat of music somewhere back in the building as he
sipped the beer. Grimaced heavily before downing a little more. Not minding
it if it was what Tane liked. Putting the piss tasting beer aside and
resting back. As the quiet and relaxation of the night began to take him,
he heard the rest of the sounds he had missed in his erotic highs of
sex. If that was what it was called. Aaron thought on what it would be
called, to explain his feelings. Suddenly realized, yet feeling better for
it that he wasn't the only.

The sounds of Tanes return came to Aarons ears easily. He sat back up a
little, glanced over at the door as Tane entered. Locked it heavily behind
him. Aaron signaled over at the beer, not sure of what to say in light of
Tanes sudden change of mood. Aaron thought it best not to read too much
into what had happened. Two more than horny young men doing what it took to
satisfy their urges. He saw Tane nod, walk over and take up the beer.
Drinking heavily of it. Still as staunch and hard as he always was.

"News aint so bad on your car, bro," Tane noted. He wandered over, beer in
hand. Aaron couldnt help but be distracted by his stomach and chest, even
though sex was well and truly done. "Seems like the radiator just took some
bad hits or something. My boys got it all patched up for you, and its
holding water ok. don't think theres any other damage done."

"Thanks man," smiled Aaron. "I still owe you."

"Nah, its cool," Tane dismissed briefly, in his usual way. He took a moment
to pull on his jacket. Smooth and slow against his bare skin. Aaron stared
forward a moment. "Just helping you out, bro. I know you'd do the same."

Aaron nodded, wondering if perhaps he should change. Get on his way. As
much as he hated to. He prepared to push himself up from the sofa.

"You want some pizza?" the maori asked. He was already over at the small
fridge. "You probably got a bit of the munchies after that and the smoke."

"Yeah I am sort of hungry," Aaron replied. He relaxed back down in the sofa
again for the moment. He hated how it felt to be lingering on leaving. Tane
seemed happy in him being there, perhaps he wasn't intruding.

"Its leftovers," Tane said, dumping the plate and its short stack of pizza
slices into the microwave.

"No problems," chuckled Aaron. "I aint eaten since this morning. I haven't
drunk anything either."

Tane quirked him a slight smile as he headed over to the stereo. The CDs
that were stacked neatly beside it. He pointed over briefly at the bottle
of beer. "Don't like that shit, huh? You should have said. I got some Coke
in the fridge if you want that."

"You mind?"

"Shit no, help yourself. I might still have some glasses over there, else
just drink it out of the bottle."

Aaron pushed himself up from the sofa, as Tane put a CD into the stereo. It
was hip hop, but Aaron didnt recognize the artist. The accent sounded
similar to Tanes. Smooth, heavy tones. He caught a few foreign words that
confirmed his guesses, as he opened up the fridge and took out the bottle
of Coke. Tane let out a smooth groan behind him as he relaxed back onto the
other sofa. Put his heavy booted feet up on the low table of crates.  He
drunk a little more on his beer.

"So ... ah ..." Aaron tried to choose his words carefully. Wanting to at
least get some of the burning questions off his chest while he could. While
he was still around Tane. "How'd you know I liked ... that is would have
liked ... shit."

"Its cool," Tane smiled slightly. "I know what you saying. How I know you
wanted to do that?"

Aaron nodded. 'That'. Not really a good word to explain any of what he
felt. "Yeah, how did you know."

"I didnt, bro," Tane replied bluntly. "I saw the way you were looking at my
Harley when I pulled up though. You weren't looking like you were happy
that someone had come save you from being broken down out there."

"How'd I look," asked Aaron with a slight smile. He sipped at the Coke,
enjoying it a lot more than he had the beer.

"Like I did when I saw my first Harley. Back when my dad first bought his
home," Tane replied quietly. "You looked like me then, bro. Like a little
kid with his first crush." Tane sipped at his beer again, Aaron smiling.

"Yeah, I suppose I did look a little like that," he replied. "What about
the rest? You knew just from how I looked there?"

"Nah. I knew that's what I wanted when I first saw my first Harley. I knew
I wanted to do the stuff I ended up doing. I couldnt explain it. I didnt
even bother explaining it. I just knew what it felt like. When I finally
got to ride, I knew I didnt need to," Tane sipped his beer again, rested
the bottle in his lap. "I suppose that's what first love is like, aye?"

"Yeah, something like that. Except I don't think your bikes going to leave
you," Aaron replied, the hint of bitterness in his voice. He heard the
sound of the microwave, the strong smell of reheated pizza.

"Nah, bro. Easier maintenance than some girl too."

Aaron chuckled at what he was sure was Tanes dry attempt at humor. He took
a swig of his Coke again in the silence that followed. Feeling the nerves
knotting in his gut. He said lowly, "Fuck, I don't even know what to say,
man. You know how I felt. I did what I was thinking. I didnt even think I
would do something like that. I mean, with you making me wear your
leathers, and then making me get up on your bike ... I mean ..."

"Don't try explain it, bro," Tane finished his beer, glancing over at the
microwave. He pulled himself up, taking the plate out, putting it down on
the crates. "Some things you don't need to explain. Just do what feels
right."

"Yeah, I suppose. Thanks though," Aaron replied quietly. Tane was already
taking up a pizza slice. Sitting back down.

"I told you its cool."

"No I mean ... making me wear this stuff," Aaron pointed out, still
quiet. "Letting me try out your bike."

"Its cool."

"The leathers. You didnt make me wear them cause Id fit in, though right? I
mean I haven't seen any of your boys around here at all, let alone got a
bad look from any of them," Aaron said. He saw the look Tane gave. Smooth
still, slightly contemplative. Even if a little dark.

"I knew you'd like how they felt," Tane replied bluntly. "You did right?"

"Yeah I did," Aaron pushed a little further. "That wasn't the only reason
right?"

Tane took his time on his mouthful of pizza. Replied finally with a
bluntness that told Aaron it was his final answer, "I knew you'd like how
they felt. that's it, bro."

Aaron nodded, feeling a little uncomfortable at having pushed the
issue. "Thanks anyway, I mean, if I hadn't have worn them, I wouldn't have
known. Probably would have spent the whole time here wondering." Aaron
stared at Tane, watching him eat on his pizza slice. He knew it would be
out of place to comment on how nice he looked in his leathers. His bare
chest beneath the jacket looked more than nice.

"Im just happy I helped you find your roots," Tane replied. "At least some
of them. Eat up."

Aaron did as Tane said, regretting that he had to take off his gloves to
get a slice of the pizza. He lost himself in the music for a moment. The
warmth and quenching taste of the pizza. Reminding himself of how hungry he
was. How long it had been since he had eaten.  Before him, the light night
air still played with the curtains. Stars had begun to fill the sky.  All
of which were lost to Aaron. His mind filled with far more questions and
feelings than there were stars there within the windows.

"You probably wont make it back to Bradford tonight," stated Tane,
finishing his pizza finally. "I can give you directions, but it'll be a
bitch following them in the dark."

"Ok," Aaron wasn't too sure what to make of that. He let Tane continue.

"If you want to stay here the night, your welcome, bro."

"That be ok?" Aaron wasn't sure if he wanted to. He felt a little
uncomfortable, not so much from what had happened, but the iciness that had
followed. He felt like perhaps he might have been intruding.

"Yeah, its cool," replied Tane in his ageless reply. "Probably better,
you'd probably get lost heading back. Bradford aint to hot on its
roading. Aint laid out really that well this side of things."

Aaron nodded, downing some of his pizza. He used his full mouth as an
excuse not to say what he wanted. To make polite thanks and say that
perhaps he should be on his way.  Despite the friendly gesture, Aaron
wondered if staying over was for the same reasons as him putting on the
leathers. Ones that Tane wouldn't give on to. Somewhat honest in their
intention, yet still slanted somewhat. He could make obvious guesses at why
Tane would want him to hang around, but even then, Aaron wasn't so sure.

"Yeah, ok," he replied finally.

"Good. I can give you directions in the morning," Tane stated. "You can get
into Bradford then."

"Thanks man," replied Aaron. "I know I've had a pretty rough day. Think I
wouldn't like driving more as it is."

"Cool, then its all worked out."

Aaron let the peace fall again on them both. Basking in the quiet tones of
rap that filled his ears. The way that the lamp beside him lit Tane in a
soft warmth. Even if his hormones hadn't been racing entirely because of
Tanes presence before, they were still fired and awake now. And more than
admiring of Tanes appearance. The way that the light played across his
brown, smooth features. Hinted at the deep muscle of his chest in the
shadows of his jacket. There was something about Tane that made him look so
natural and at home in those leathers. Like Aaron couldnt see him in any
other clothes.

"Am I the only guy you ever met that likes bikes," Aaron asked, bluntly.
Finding the courage somewhere. "Like that, that is."

"Yeah."

"You never tried to find out if any of your boys are like that?" questioned
Aaron. "You have many bikes in your gang?"

"Like that? You know just cause someone likes bikes, don't mean they are
gay, bro." the reply was blunt. Sharp.

Aaron flushed hotly at the remark, stumbled on his reply. "No, I mean like
them as in ...  the stuff we did."

"Yeah I know what you mean," Tane remarked. There didnt seem to be any
anger in his reply. Just Tane laying it down like it was, like he always
did. Aaron didnt want to press if he liked guys. Maybe it was all the bike.

"How come you never looked for other guys like that?" Aaron asked, as the
probable answer hit him quickly. He regretted asking. Maybe because he
didnt like guys.

Tane simply shrugged. "Im cool. I don't need to know other guys like
that. Im cool with how things are."

"I didnt mean to imply anything," Aaron said, trying to patch things up. It
was shaping up to be a rough evening in. He lowered his voice a little. "I
know that now I know I like doing what I did, Im going to want to do more
of it. Would be cool knowing a guy who felt the same. Its all pretty freaky
really ... Like not normal."

"You got to forget what shit people are going to think, aye," Tane replied.
He relaxed back on the sofa, looking truly unphased by the whole ordeal. At
least that's what it felt like to Aaron. "Plus, whose going to find out?"

Aaron shrugged, tried to smile a little. "I don't know. I know I want to
buy a bike now though. Certainly want to get me some of these." Aaron
motioned to the jacket. The pants.  "Man I don't even know the first thing
about bikes."

"You know how to drive a car. You should pick up riding a bike ok,"
commented Tane, glancing over at Aaron. "Just take it one step at a time,
aye."

"Yeah, you right." Aaron shook his head a little in disbelief. He pondered
quietly.

Aaron glanced up, mainly because of the silence. Partly to look at Tane
again. He saw him staring back at him. Not so hard a glance that Tane often
shot. His expression looked almost concerned, something that took Aaron a
little off guard. He could see the look in Tanes brown eyes. That he could
see what Aaron was going through. With all his thoughts and feelings, and
questions. Perhaps because, even though he didnt admit to them, he'd had
all the same questions himself. That strange, paralyzing sense of not
knowing what fitted where, what questions to ask. Why he was feeling what
he was feeling.

"I know its pretty scarey first off," Tane said, after a moment. "But just
remember that you got to do what you feel. Don't give a fuck what people
think. You aint alone in liking it, anyway, aye."

Aaron nodded quietly. Tane pointed out in a lower tone. "You know me. So
you know you aint the only one. Just take it as it comes."

Aaron nodded and smiled. Stopped himself from thanking Tane again. A ritual
that both knew intimately, well rehearsed. His words seemed to put him at
ease a little. Steady him in a strange and new world where he was just
taking his first steps. Discovering at every turn a new feeling. A new
emotion. Scrambling for the words to explain what he felt. Aaron still felt
no end to the questions he felt within him, but he felt more at ease with
what was.

"You want to know how that thing works, bro?" Aaron glanced up, caught by
Tanes sudden, strong words. "How the engine works and shit?"

"Yeah!" Aaron smiled in his enthusiasm. Anything to get him back near that
bike.

"C'mon," Tane replied, pulling himself back up from the sofa. "Ill try and
explain it all for you."

Aaron felt more happy with himself and his thoughts as he spent the time
with Tane. The maori spent the time carefully explaining the basics of how
a bikes engine worked. Taking each step in turn. Pointing it out on the
Harley. Explaining each exposed part in turn, and giving him more than
enough history on the bike in general. Aaron couldnt help but notice the
way Tane seemed different about the bike. More lighter. More at ease with
life. As if it was the one thing that he could trust. Where he could let
down his hard and staunch guard for just a moment. Aaron basked in the
smooth, warm smiles that seemed to fill Tanes features as he continued to
explain. Seemingly more than happy doing so.

The hours seemed to pass quickly. Aaron wasn't sure what the time was when
Tane had gone over the workings for a second time. The stocky maori seemed
more than happy to talk, and Aaron just as happy to hear it. The two
complimenting each other in a fluid smoothness that let the idle hours
slide by. Almost brisk seeming hours of question and explanation. Aaron
letting himself rest in the understandings of operation, rather than the
questions of sexual feeling and motion.

despite that Aaron still felt the sexual urges that accompanied his
yearnings to understand the operations of that which held him in such
sensual rapture. That which charged him still throughout the eager
discussions and conversations. Both of them sharing the same love, newly
discovered or not, with the same passion. Something in itself that endeared
Aaron to Tane even more. despite his knowledge that what had happened may
not have been what he thought it was. Sensing at the same times the effects
that the closeness to the Harley were having on him were shared all to much
by the strong maori. Aaron warming at the occasional glances he could take
of Tanes chest. The way his leather worked across his tight, thick
body. Aaron spent most of the time aroused. At least partly hard within the
confines of his own.

Aaron did his best not to let the time show in his eyes. despite how
quickly it seemed to slide by, Aaron still felt its hours within his
eyes. The ache in his body. The way that his leathers were beginning to
feel heavier on him. As much as they only worsened his tired state, Aaron
didnt want to take them off. He felt happy in them. Different somewhat.
More than comfortable. Before long he found himself sitting on the ground
next to the bike, following Tanes careful words and explanations. It didnt
take too many yawns, which Aaron was too slow to catch, for the big maori
to notice.

"You want to hit the sack, bro?"

"Yeah, Im starting to feel pretty tired," Aaron replied.

Aaron pulled himself up to his feet, Tane giving him a strong hand up. He
noticed the way that Tane lingered. Kept his firm grip on his. The way that
his eyes seemed to flirt quickly across his body, lightly. The thought of
Tanes muscular form, still shadowed under that heavy jacket, still weighed
on Aarons mind. He quickly dismissed the glances. Though still smooth and
as strong as when he had first seen Tane look him over, when he had dropped
his trunks to put on his leathers. Aaron regretted not asking whether Tane
liked it with guys, yet at the same time knew it would be out of place to
ask. And as quickly dismissed by the strong maori who had more than
answered that question with his staunch looks and hard countenance.

Aaron let his eyes fall away from Tanes muscular stomach, snatching final
glances as he pulled his hand away. He noticed the reaction it got from
Tane, who stood silent a moment longer, before turning off the light to the
garage section of the old building. Casting Tanes form into deep shadow.

"You look pretty tired, aye."

Aaron nodded, feeling a little uncomfortable again. Had it been this that
had attracted Aaron so much? The looks, the flirting glances that Tane
seemed to so freely play across his body. Or was it the bike? Aaron felt
confused at the intentions. At what it was that had truly aroused him given
this situation. Tanes manner seemed strange. If on one hand playing with
him visually, running his gaze like strokes across his strong body. Then on
the other being as hard and staunch, and standoffish as the rest of the
hardened boys Aaron had seen growing up. Sure of what he wanted. Strong
enough to take it.

If only Aaron knew what it was Tane truly wanted.

Aaron followed Tane back into the living area, the solitary bedside lamp
casting its warm light over the surrounds. Tane pulled back the netting
that hung down over the bed. Aaron wondered momentarily if they had a
problem with biting insects out here. He wondered what it would truly be
like living in Bradford. Starting anew in a new town. Tane nodded at him
briefly.

"Lie down. Im just going to get some blankets."

Aaron nodded, more than happy to rest a while. He let himself fall into the
soft luxury of the double bed. Strictly made, otherwise well past it years,
but proving more than comfortable as Aaron felt it take his weight with
soft hands. He heard the door close over, realizing he was alone again.
Thinking with a groan how he was going to have to somehow get himself out
of these leathers. As much as they were arousing to him, they seemed to
hinder him when he thought of the rest he needed. Laying face up on the
bed, it was an effort that would be like moving worlds to him right now.

Aaron lost himself in the silence of the night. It seemed quiet, only the
sounds of crickets filling the air lightly outside. The rest of the big
building seemed strangely quiet. Laying stretched out on the bed, still in
his full leathers, Aaron didnt really want to have to get up.  It had been
a long day. Almost too long, if not more than strange. All that he had
experienced, he felt within the fatigue within his stocky white muscles. It
was going to take a while to recover, more than just resting. To sort out
everything that he had discovered.

Aaron felt himself fall in and out of sleep, steeling himself at one point
to rise and at least start pulling off his gear. When he next stirred into
some semblance of awakened state, it was because he felt a new weight about
him. He moaned lightly as he felt the soft, yet firm stroke of a hand,
working up along the side of his wifebeater. The heavy body above him.

"Tane ..."

Aaron pulled himself more awake as he saw the maori on all fours above
him. His hand still gliding slowly writhing the weight of his jacket.
Pulling it open somewhat on his stocky chest. Tanes eyes were slow, moving
where his hand moved. Taking in all that he could feel. Aaron felt every
part of that stroke, slow and gradual. Moving down over his heavy groin as
it began to beat up again within the tightness of his pants.

"I know you've been looking at more than just my bike."

Aaron breathed out slowly, wondering where this was taking him. despite the
highly sexual nature of their positions. Of Tanes hand that began to rub
slowly down the leather of his thigh. He stared up at the ceiling above
him, seeing nothing. Wondering if Tane wanted what he had thought he had
wanted all this time. Since they had first looked at each other in those
slow ways. Those lingering stares that had progressed into kissing and more
atop Tanes rumbling Harley. Only to have Aaron wonder if perhaps it had
been the heat of the moment. The rise that the bikes closeness had put in
both of them. Two straight young men, taking advantage of hormones and
moment.

Tane was more than hard to read. Solitary and alone in his staunch
hardness. Those thick leathers protecting him from more than the road.

"You want this," Tane said, his breath heavy. Aaron felt him move down,
kiss at his neck a little, where he could. Aaron wasn't sure if it was a
question. He wasn't sure of the answer.  "I know you feel good in those
leathers, aye bro. You look good."

"You look good in yours."

Aaron moaned as Tanes hand continued to explore down the length of his
muscled thigh.  Working at the thick second skin that was the blackness of
the leather there. His cock was stiff and cramped again within the grip of
his pants. Aaron could smell the sex, the bike still lingering on Tane.
Reminded of the smooth smell of leather as he heard it creak softly. Tanes
tight body moving over him still. His hands roaming the contours of his
leather clad form.

"Then do what I know you want to, bro," Tane said quietly. "I don't have to
sleep on the sofa. We can stay in our leathers all night."

Aaron breathed heavily as Tanes words followed quickly with kisses at his
neck. Pulling back the thick hold of his leather there to pepper his smooth
skin with his strong lips.  Aaron let his own hands wander up across Tanes
strong back, encased in the firmness of the leather there. His hands
feeling the contours of his gang patch. That which only made his stern
counternance all that more hard. Yet defied by what he was doing right
now. Atop another male. Kissing softly at his neck. His hands roaming over
the tight take of his leathered body.

"I know you want to do it," justified Tane quietly."I hung out so long to
try it."

Aaron guessed with breathy pants what it was Tane was talking about. What
he felt within him most of the time he had been here. Wearing the gang
members bike leathers. Part of what he had felt atop his Harley. The strong
lust for that which held him so fully. The way he had looked at it about
Tanes tight body. He had explored in his mind what he had wanted to with
his hands. To know what it felt to feel another within the take of those
heavy black gears. His felt his hardened sex throbbing, wet somewhat as he
felt the lusts again running through him.

"You sure you want to do this?" Aaron asked, not knowing why he had. Still
feeling perhaps that Tane was doing it for him. His mind confused at the
motives if Tane was as straight as he had assumed.

"You ask too many questions, bro. Just go with it."

Aaron was already slowly exploring Tanes back. His hands feeling the firm
warmth of Tanes jacket as he moved lower. Before had been a brief
encounter. Short. Driven by lusts and hormones, a powerful cocktail. Now
was different. Without the Harley there. Within the freedom within Tanes
double bed, the context was more than the brief experience of the flesh
they had shared. Twined within the hold of the Harleys thick metal
curves. Male and machine mating slowly, deeply. Here there was no bike. It
was just Tane and him, despite the leathers. Tane was asking for sex, not
some shared experience with that which held them both in the tightness of
high passions.

Aaron felt nervous about it. despite the want to explore more. To feel
Tanes firm body within those leathers. This was a guy. And he was on top of
him. Feeling him take him with the strong passions he had felt riding
against the Harley.

Tanes hands continued to stroke across him, Aaron eventually putting his
strong arms up about the maoris body. Hearing the creak of the leather as
its smell filled his senses. The closeness of it. That of Tane as his tight
body lay atop and along his own. Tanes mouth met with his momentarily, his
tongue diving into the wet depths of his mouth. Taking what little
resistance Aaron had had to this point. Filling him with an undenignable
arousal.  Aaron ran his hand over Tanes head, dragging his blue bandanna
off. Exposing his thick, yet short crop of hair. His short sides and back,
shaved close.

He kissed back. Finding his lusts still there, even without the presence of
the bike. His mind kept nagging, as he still tried to work which it was
that aroused him so powerfully.

Tane held him strongly, leather creaking firmly as his body worked against
Aarons. Aaron grunted slightly against the maoris mouth, feeling the animal
forwardness that gripped Tane again. Like it had on the Harley. The smell
of his body, the strength of the leather aroused Aaron as much as the way
Tane was thrusting slightly against him now.  Banishing his doubts with
each passing moment. Exploring leather as much as he was his tight body,
Aaron doing the same. Finding his hands on Tanes tight ass. Pulling the
maori against him with each thrust.

Tane pulled back a little, breaking the tight work of their mouths. Staring
down on Aaron with a fiery want that the guy couldnt mistake in its
intention. Aaron took his chance to feel Tanes tight, muscular chest. His
hardened abs. The way that his jacket fell down about his naked body
beneath. Aarons hands worked up underneath the jacket, as he heard Tane
moan quietly with the touch. His own hands riding up under the tight
embrace of Aarons wifebeater. Shoving it slowly back up his body. Exposing
his equally strong abs. Mirrored to Tanes own in all but skin tone.

Aaron could see Tanes cock, rigid within the confines of his leather pants.

Working the fly with a load buzz, Aaron began to work free Tanes erection.
Doing this time what Tane had before. Eager to explore beyond the leather
where Tane had so easily before. Assuming. Powerful. Taking where Aaron had
given so strong permission with glance and eye. His mind still swum with
the reality. Being on Tanes bed with him. His urges having little where
else to go but to the man that shared that bed. His mind still swimming
with the truth that he shared it with a man. Intended to have sex with
him. More fully than that which they had shared with the bike. Both
knowing. Both willing. As Tanes firm, staunch hands worked bare his chest,
pushing the wifebeater up. Aaron could feel the leather of his gloves
against his skin.

Aaron groaned as Tanes lips fell to his nipple, beginning a tight feast on
the hard nib of flesh. Aarons fist now tight about the maoris organ.
Feeling it as if it was his own. Its size and shape the same, apart from
the tight skin about its hefty crown. Aaron encouraged the slow, firm
strokes that Tane fucked against his hand. His other rubbing lustfully up
across his back again. His moans and eager hand, encouraging the pleasure
that Tane lit within his chest. Working up against the maoris body, feeling
the effort and strength it took to work within the leathers. The way they
rode against his bare skin. They way they smelt intermingled with the scent
of sex. Aaron began working his own fly, his cock almost painful within his
own pants. Tanes fingers were already aiding his. Pulling greedily to free
his sex from the tightness of the leather.

It almost hurt in how good it felt. The way Tanes tight muscles felt
beneath his jacket. The way he moaned and thrust against him. Still fully
clad.

Aaron felt the wetness in his hand as Tane began thrusting more firmly,
groaning as he worked on his other nipple. Surrounding his body with his
big arms, the leather crying in its protest of the tightness of the
embrace. Aaron let out a cry as Tane bit lightly at his chest.  Sucking
noisily at the slightly raw nipple. He let go of Tanes cock, feeling it
almost instantly press against his own as he spread his legs. Letting Tane
within them. Aaron felt the sharp pant of being feminized, wondering if he
should be laying with the maori like this.  What it meant to be enjoying it
somewhat as he shared his leathered body with Tanes, with as great a
passion.

His dick grew more wet quickly. Leaking. Adding to the thick scents that
hung within the air about them. Aaron grabbed Tanes tight ass, encouraging
his grunts, his animal fucks against his own hard cock. Rutting already as
his mouth bit against his nipple, then his chest, as his body worked
against his. Kissed hot and heavy against his mouth again. In a tight
explosion of passion that seemed to be swelling within Tane. Aaron felt his
own growing as he explored the tight leather of the maoris tight, muscled
body. Feeling his dick rubbing hard against his own.

Tanes hands were down about his waist as he seemed to rut above him.
Pulling greedily at his hips, loosening his belt so that his pants could
slip somewhat. His body already wet with the sweat that the sex to this
point had caused. In the heat of their fiery passions.  Making the leather
hard to pull back. Tanes grunts all but angry as he got the tight bike gear
to the midpoint of his muscular thighs. Aaron felt suddenly exposed.

Felt the press of Tanes head against his ass.

Tane leaned in suddenly, taking his legs wide. Bringing his head against
his shoulder.  Aaron felt the powerful embrace of his arms again, pulling
his nose into the thickness of his leather jacket. As his body continued to
shift and move within his arms. Between his legs. Aaron panted, sweating
badly. Wondering if this was what he wanted. Not sure his passions were
carrying him as highly as it seemed to be taking Tane.

"Bite against my shoulder."

Aaron heard Tanes voice, breathy and hot against his neck. Felt his penis
pushing at his ass again. Aaron thought to protest. To tell Tane that he
didnt want his cock in his ass. He didnt like how that would make him
feel. Like Tanes bitch somehow. Like his woman. The emotions of being under
the strong biker confused him even more than his feelings for his Harley.
Thick, strong feelings that surrounded him as the leathers did. Pressing
down on him, heavy and strange with the sweat that still made his body
wet. The sex moving quicker than his thoughts as Aaron realized why Tane
has said as he did.

Aaron grunted as he began taking Tanes head. Feeling it split his ring, raw
and dry. Wet only with the juice of their lovemaking to this point. The wet
eagerness that had taken Tane this far, this fast. Aaron smelt the scent of
the leather as he found his teeth biting against Tanes shoulder, suddenly.
Tightly. As his ass clenched about Tanes forceful advance.  Aaron clung
about Tanes stocky body, his teeth sinking into the leather as he took the
ordeal that made him the maoris bitch. The pain only worsened as did the
humiliation that Aaron felt welling within him. He didnt feel right
slutting out under the biker.

"I cant ... do this, man ..."

"Why."

Aaron hear the heavy pants, realized his own breath was rushing strongly
within his lungs.  Tanes heavy head held him open. Split wide on the
breadth of his crown. Aaron still wanted to impress Tane, like he had
wanted to when he had drunk the beer, even though he hated its taste.

"I cant ... it don't feel right."

The silence was deafening, beyond the rush of their breath. Aaron felt the
rivulets of sweat making the leather wet against his skin. Holding it there
in a hot blaze that only stayed trapped within the take of his leather
gear. Tane still stayed poised against him. Over him.  Aaron wanted to tell
him to get off. To at least pull his cock out. It felt huge inside his
quivering ring.

"Please bro," Tane whispered. There was a long silence of breath and
heat. "I aint had sex in so long."

Aaron felt Tane move a little. He pushed sharply at his ass, making him
jump. Shove the big maori back. Aaron saw Tanes eyes, realizing it was a
mistake. A slipped movement rather than an attempt to push deeper and
harder up inside him. Aaron regretted his sudden shove. The anger more than
portrayed in it. Aaron saw the loneliness that he had never see before in
Tanes eyes. That which he had seemed to keep so well hidden within him so
far.

Tane pulled back a little, the air rushing against Aarons hot skin. Aaron
struggled for a moment with his feelings, not wanting to feel Tane get off
him, yet still conflicted about having him fuck him. He saw the light beads
of sweat running down Tanes chest within his jacket. He saw Tanes face
harden a little.

"Consider it payback for the car, bro."

Tanes voice was dark. Aaron stared back up at him, Tanes face had that same
mask of staunchness that it always did. Masking whatever it was that Tane
felt inside. He stayed quiet as Tane stared down at him. Eventually moved
back down on him again, putting his head snug against his ass again. Aaron
lay back, lost somewhat as Tane pushed his had back up against his
shoulder. Wrapped his strong arms about him again.

Aaron grunted, bit hard against Tanes shoulder again as the big maori began
taking his payment. Aaron felt himself splitting open again as Tane began
to work against him.  Gasping tightly as Aaron grunted in pain. Taking the
maoris broad head back within the grasp of his ass ring. Feeling it insist
at new depths that Aarons body fought. His big muscles tightening as he
struggled briefly with the biker. Yelping as he felt Tanes wide head pop
painfully inside his ring, into the depths of his ass. Tane began shoving,
working harder in strong thrusts. His cocks thick passage taken by lube and
blood as he began to take payment for his kindness.

Aaron stared up at the ceiling, feeling Tanes big body heavy on top of
him. His arms still locked about the maoris. Feeling at the dull, throbbing
length within his ass. The hard orbs of Tanes nuts resting against his ass
cheeks. Violated deeply upon Tanes hard shaft. Split of his virginity on
the gang members bed in an act of penetration that left Aaron gasping.
Still disbelieving at the turn of events. Panting and sharing Tanes breath
in hot pants. His ass felt raw, throbbing with a hard pain that refused to
budge as little as Tanes cock did.

Aaron moaned as a flash of pain and pleasure lanced through his ring. As
Tane began to take him, silent other than the pants and grunts of his
animal wants. Aaron was confused at why he didnt fight it. Why he didnt
push it off. As if he was still somewhere trying to please Tane. Be more
like him. Impress him somehow. Maybe this was turning him on, Aaron could
still feel his cock throbbing hard, leather and flesh pressed against it.

"That bike wont keep you warm at nights, bro," Tane grunted. Aaron could
feel the strength of his strokes begin to grow. He groaned loudly under the
biker, as Tane began to copulate more fully. "You cant get it in bed with
you."

Aaron grunted as Tane kept thrusting against him. His cock began to start
opening him up in ways that made his eyes widen to the dimness of the
room. Tanes strength matched his whenever he moved, holding him pinned for
the act of fucking. As the maori took deep, raw pleasure of his ass. Aaron
felt the rough enjoyment that he took in return. Past the point of being
slutted out by the biker. Well past being made his bitch, having being
forced to take his hard organ up inside him. Aaron began to felt
lose. Used. Tane thrusting strongly above him, his breath hot. The scent of
sex and leather still hanging on him.

"I aint fucked in years," Tane whispered hoarsely. "Fuck, bro, I need this
so bad, aye."

"... Tane ..."

"Cant be my boys. Sorry its got to be you."

Aaron moaned as his body writhed with the pleasure that began to start
flowing through him. His ass still clenching. Still raw and sore from his
forced entrance. Yet for some reason relaxing slightly under Tanes tight
body. Accepting somewhat of what was happening. Hearing Tanes words as they
came to his ears hot and breathy. His tone so needy and pained, something
that conveyed in his greedy, full strokes as he continued to pump and
push. Taking each and every stroke like it was his last. A starving man who
may never eat again.

"Might feel good on that bike, bro, but it cant do this for you. Not in a
million miles bro."

Aarons fingers dug tightly into the leather of Tanes jacket. Still feeling
the wetness that drenched him. The heat that made him dizzy, still tight
within the leathers. His skin almost seemed to burn. Alive with the
sensations that coursed thought him. His mind lost in the pain and pleasure
that roared within his ass hole. The words that fell again and again on his
ears.

"So bad wanted you to give it up by yourself," Tane grunted, hoarsely
again. "Wanted you to get hot for it. So you would enjoy it too."

Aaron couldnt find the words to explain what he felt within his ass. The
rock hard velvet that fucked again and again within him. The smell of
sweat, leather and sex. Moaning part in lust, to his surprise, as Tane
continued to rut deep within him. As he began to rut somewhat, in
return. Taking what he could, what Tane was taking in his thirst for
pleasure and contact. Aaron slowly putting together the pieces as the words
gave reason. His hands pushing up under the heavy fall of his leather
jacket. As he began to take of Tanes body in the same want that Tane took
of his. His body mirrored to the maoris, wanting and trying to find that
which would fill the gap within.

"Stop fucking talking and enjoy it," Aaron grunted. He struggled with Tanes
heavy jacket, felt it drag up off him as the maori stared down at him. His
eyes lust filled. Lost. Alone still.

Aaron pulled Tane back down on top of him. Feeling his hot muscles under
his hands, the slick wetness of them. His body smelt strong with the sweat
that it had carried under the heaviness of his jacket. Now freed and bared
to Aarons eyes. despite the situation, his gaze running down the wet, dark
grooves of the maori there. Drinking it in in deep gulps, as his ass
continued to drink of Tanes throbbing cock. Pausing momentarily in its
thick thrusts of sex.

Aaron didnt realize how badly he wanted sex until he felt it. How badly he
had longed for the slow strokes of someones hand. His mind ran across the
same liturgy. Two horny straight guys, taking advantage of a situation.
Taking advantage of each others roaring hormones. Taking comfort with the
presence of another. Aaron not realizing how long it had been since he had
last had sex. Last felt the smooth body of another under his hands. He
didnt want to be alone again, feeling the sharp pangs mirror in his own as
he saw Tanes eyes. Scared and needy.

Aaron did his best to slip out of his own jacket. Feeling the wetness that
made his tight wifebeater cling only heavier against his body. Feeling Tane
pause momentarily to help him out of it. A wash of air seeming to pass over
his big arms, now freed of the sweaty embrace of the leather. Then the
wetness of his wifebeater as Tane continued to pull back his clothes, both
of them naked other than their leather pants. Still a restriction in this
pained need to get off on each other, yet neither wanting to move or stop
long enough to get them free. Aaron felt Tanes hot body press along his
again as he resumed stroking against him. Each stroke opening him up
further.

Filling a hole Aaron didnt know he had, until it had been filled.

Aaron moaned, meeting Tanes lips as he pulled his wet body tight against
him. Their stocky muscles pressing against each other as their lips
pressed. Kissing deeply in a renewed passion that Aaron felt flash through
him. Tanes words, his almost show of weakness where he had remained
previously so staunch and hard seeming to sooth the blunt taking that had
ended with his hardened cock deep inside him. His most intimate of
places. Aaron feeling the same needs mirroring in Tanes heavy, and breathy
words of need. Understanding his burning wants to satisfy.

Aaron began to take the same needy pleasure he had been taking of Tanes
body all afternoon. In those tight glances and heavy gazes. His visual
strokes that he had caressed across Tanes leathered body. Wanting to feel
what he felt. Feel what it felt to run his hands over those muscles. Those
leather clad muscles. To feel what it was like to feel, to smell that
leather. To pull it free and taste that which lay underneath. Feeling so
dizzied and all but numbed in Tanes taking, realizing that his feelings had
been as much as his own the whole time. Wondering at what cruel twist it
was to have their passions so closely mated, bringing the situation so
strangely to a head as it had.

Aaron moaned as he felt the crown of Tanes cock rub deeply within him,
Tanes breath hot against his shoulders as he stroked. Firm, full strokes,
still drinking with the eager need of one starved so long. Aaron rubbing
his hands down to the mounts of tight flesh that was Tanes ass, pushing
back the leather. Exposing him more fully as Tane exposed himself.  Aaron
feeling a need again to impress the biker. To prove something to him.

Aaron realizing that he wanted what Tane had. If only for a moment.

Aaron felt Tanes strokes tighten, quicken as his body began to thrust more
fully against him. Aarons legs locked back somewhat by the heaviness of the
leather. His body still wet, though free of his jacket. What leather he
still wore making the going of their sex tough. Yet still arousing Aaron
somewhat in its roughness, in the full, needy way that Tane was taking
him. Is this what he wanted? To take what he could in hard, tough strokes.
To hide within his staunch masks, only to rut so needfully. To live alone,
but for his Harley.  With only the road and the bike as his company. Alone
with his sexual feelings. Sating them so brutally and fully when few times
he could.

Aaron moaned as Tane continued to drive closer to his peak. Heralded by
breathy gasps, all but quiet as Tanes hands rubbed and stroked at his tight
muscles. Aarons own hands feeling the stroke and tightness of Tanes ass as
he strived towards the highs of his orgasm. Aarons mind drunk on the
reality of being fucked by the biker. After all that had happened. Some
strange, unbelievable situation that had played out so fiery and sexual to
its end here. Aaron wanted to satisfy Tane as much as he wanted to feel the
pleasures of the maoris stroke. As alien and still somewhat uncomfortable
as it felt. A closeness celebrated where he could take it.

Aaron felt Tane grip and harden as he reached his seizing peak. Aarons ass
still raw and loose, yet more ready to the sensations of Tanes hard cock.
Feeling the pulse of the maoris organ as he shot finally. Deeply within him
in a burst of thick semen that felt like a wet rush of water within him.
Aarons ass gripping tightly as Tane groaned deeply. Seeding him deep within
his ass.

Aaron felt the release that followed. The deep relaxation that he felt,
Tanes body more naturally taken along his own. He stroked slowly at the
back of the maoris neck, feeling the hard and thick muscles there. The
strength in Tanes body, yet the strange weakness that he had exposed to him
in the height of their sex. He shuddered somewhat, breathing hard as Tane
retreated from his ass in a slow, almost unending slide.

"Let me suck you," Tane muttered quietly. "Ill just take my boots off."

Aaron watched as the maori pulled back, his dick hanging limply between his
legs.  Framed by the deep, thick patch of dark hair there. Framed again by
the thick leather of his pants. Tanes eyes were low, heavy with an
unmistakable guilt. Aaron pulled himself up a little. Watching as Tane
began to take off his heavy boots. Aaron realized that he had had his own
on during the whole time of the sex too.

"Are you attracted to me?" Aaron asked, almost bluntly.

"Its cool, bro."

"No it aint," he replied. "What did we just do?"

"I needed to get off, bro," Tane replied darkly. "I shouldn't have said
what I did though. You don't owe me nothing for what I did for you with
your car."

"Was that it. You needed to get off?" pushed Aaron. Tane dumped his
boots. "Or you attracted to me?"

"Its cool."

Tane began to start climbing back onto the bed, between Aarons legs. Aaron
was already moving, pushing the maori back as he approached. Aaron swung
his booted feet around, putting them down onto the ground.

"I don't want you sucking my dick," Aaron replied curtly. "I don't need any
payback for you fucking my ass. Lets just call it even now ok?"

"You don't owe me for the car."

"You don't owe me for fucking me up the ass," Aaron bit back.

He heard Tane grunt somewhat, saw as he stood up from the bed. He grabbed
his jacket as he headed back towards the Harley. Slipping it on as he
opened a door next to the garage door. The sound of it closing sinking
Aaron into the quietness that had taken the night earlier. Leaving Aaron
alone, and half naked in Tanes room. The stocky guy breathed in deeply,
exhaling in a long slow breath. Taking in what he had just said. Realizing
and wondering what danger he could be in for having taken an attitude like
that with a gang member. In a city he had never been in. And now being
alone in his room. He worried for a moment where it was that Tane had
gone. Suspecting that if he had wanted to get his boys to beat him down he
would have gone through the other door.

Two horny straight guys. Taking advantage of a situation.

'And now we even', Aaron thought. 'He fixed my car, I gave up my ass. Seems
that's what this was about the whole time.' His ass still hurt, and he was
feeling tired. Whether he was going to get beat down or not Aaron wanted
the sleep that he so badly needed.

Aaron stood up, pulling his boots off. Struggling a little to get out of
his leather pants, before taking that and the jacket and laying it down
over the bed. He walked over to the sofa, where his bag lay against it, his
clothes still hung over one arm of it. He reached down to get his boxers,
and slip them on, covering his nakedness somewhat. Then taking up the
blankets, Aaron made himself comfortable on the sofa. Whatever happened,
where ever it was that Tane had gone off to, Aaron needed sleep. Even more
than he needed to get off. The pent forces of his load still swelled within
him.

Aaron woke the next morning, feeling as rough as he had when he woke
up. His back felt worse for wear, the stocky guy stretching his muscles a
little as he sat up. Glancing over at the double bed to see that Tane was
in it. Still sleeping. Aaron hadn't heard him come in. Didnt know when it
was that he had returned. The bedside lamp was still on. An abysmal attempt
to shine, where the light of morning poured in through the windows. Tane
was laying atop the bed, still made, somewhat messy from their heavy
session of sex and fucking. Half dressed in his leather pants. His jacket
still on the end of the bed.

Aaron got up, rubbing at the back of his neck. Still looking over at
Tane. His eyes not seeing the smooth contours of his muscular upper
body. Brown and hardened by his life this far. despite the slight pull of
Aarons cock within his boxers, chubby with the hint of a morning hard
on. Aaron paused, taking in Tanes restful poise. His face still hardened
somewhat, yet relaxed as he lay on the bed. Aaron frowned slightly as he
remembered what Tane had said. Eager and desperate for sex, to the point
where he would force it on him. And had, even though some part of Aaron had
enjoyed the rough taking.

Tane seemed so much more than what he had seemed when he had pulled up on
his Harley.

Aaron saw more than the tough biker that had rescued him. The gang member
who had honestly helped him out. Asking for nothing in return. Aaron
wondered for a moment if he had truly done it all just to get sex with
him. Somewhere Aaron could still feel the glances and slow gazes that Tane
had given him. Tane seemed quiet, beyond the fact he was asleep. He seemed
strangely alone in what Aaron knew of him now.

Putting his feet down on the ground, Aaron wiped at his eyes. Thinking it
better just to leave Tane asleep. The sun was already streaming in through
the windows, making Aaron wonder what time it was. It looked more than
early morning, he guessed that they had both slept in. Following the night
that had come. Aaron still reflected on his thoughts. Felt the throbbing in
his ass still, somewhat. It only added to the ache of having slept on the
couch.  Aaron was confused on his own feelings, not wanting to further
guess Tanes. He felt frustration at his attractions, still not knowing what
he felt for anything he had felt yesterday. Which it was he truly felt for.

Standing up, Aaron pulled on his baggy black trunks. He gave Tane another
glance before taking up his jersey, heading over to the back door. He felt
more comfortable waiting outside, and probably needed to get some air as
well. He let the jersey fall down over his stocky muscles. Casting a long
glance over the Harley as he reached the door.

Whose to say this would be what he truly wanted.

The morning outside was already becoming hot, as Aaron stepped out into the
back. He glanced over at the height and size of the inner city, far in the
distance. Its dark towers ominous, unforgiving in their appearance as they
stood silently over the city below. Aaron headed over to the chain link
fence, gripped the old metal as he rested against it somewhat. Remembering
what he had felt when he had seen Tane here the day before.  Wondering at
the maoris warning. He felt somewhat ill at ease about coming here, living
in this strange city. If it was everything that Tane had seemed to suggest
in his few dark words.

Aaron stared out across the harbor, feeling the sun already licking at his
bare shoulders. It wasn't much longer before he heard the back door
open. Glancing over to see Tane emerging. Fully leathered again, wearing
his baggy black tank top, and shades. He had all the hard countenance of
the gang member Aaron had first scene. Knowing from his later experience
what it hid been beyond those warm, heavy curves of leather.

"Bro."

Aaron nodded over, managing a smile, despite what he felt. Aaron ignored
what had passed between them sexually, even if his mind and his body would
be unwilling to forget it for the while. He knew that it was better left
that way. No questions or apologies or words to explain what had
happened. Aarons mind was already set in the answers that he expected. A
horny release. Payback. Whatever, they were even, and the matter never
happened. Let alone should be questioned further. Aaron reminded himself
firmly who it was he was dealing with. A gang member.

"I should be heading in," Aaron noted, quietly. It felt strange in the
loose, light hold of his own clothes, he realized, seeing Tane again in all
his. "Seems I should have been in there yesterday."

"Cool," replied Tane. "Well the cars fixed. Your all ready there."

Aaron paused a moment, feeling suddenly that he wanted to say
something. Feeling as if he should. Even through what had passed, Tane had
at least shown him something he had never felt before. Showed him a passion
he knew he would take with him, despite the confusion. Tane spoke again,
breaking his thought.

"Aint too hard to get into the main city. Just follow the main road in,
you'll get there eventually," explained Tane. Aaron noticed the
contradiction compared to the explanation he heard the night before. It
only steeled what he knew. What this had been about.

"Yeah, thanks. Thanks for the help with the car too," Aaron said again. "I
probably would have been screwed if you didnt come along."

"Its cool." Those same dismissive words.

Aaron gathered himself, ignoring whatever it was he was going to say.
Sufficing to put his hand out. Tane shaking it eventually. A strong, firm
grasp, his skin feeling the warm embrace of the leather. He gave Tane
another smile, seeing the staunch reply that came.  Those dark shades
telling nothing of what lay behind.

"Ill just get my bag."

Tane nodded, as Aaron headed back inside. The maori followed him, told him
that it was easier to get to the car around the front. Lifting his pack up,
Aaron grunted a little at the weight, followed Tane back outside. Around
the side of the building. His car was parked outside, just up from where he
had seen the hard boys sitting the day before. It seemed quiet here
outside, no sign of life within. Aaron dumped his bag back in the rear of
the car, getting into the drivers side. Finding the keys still in the
ignition.

"You might want to get that radiator looked at, aye bro," Tane
explained. "It'll hold but its probably not good to leave it."

"Yeah, thanks," Aaron replied. He pulled the door closed. Took a
breath. This was pretty much good bye. "Thanks again, bro."

"No probs."

Aaron didnt know what he was expecting. He started the car, still seeing
the same biker that had rescued him from the heat of the afternoon. Broken
down in the middle of nowhere. That straight, staunch gang member that he
had been given chance to see behind the heavy leathers that he hid
within. One that he doubted he would see again, any time soon. Or one that
anyone else would see, even those who knew him.

Aaron pulled out of the open lot, leaving the other side behind him.
Returning on that path that would lead him to the rest of his life, despite
the short diversion that had shown him another. One that he still felt as
if he knew. Wanted somewhere deep down within him. His short respite to
experience that which he had never know, yet felt that he had known his
whole life. He saw Tane watching him leave in the rear vision mirror.

Aarons mind quickly became occupied with other things as he headed into the
city.  Finding the going as easy as Tane had explained it. Quickly becoming
wrapped in Bradfords busy coil. Its press of traffic, and confusion of
routes once he got into the city proper. It was time and luck that saw him
finally reach the college district where he was heading. The city and his
mind quickly became lost in one, as he finally arrived at his cousins. Lost
himself in the catching up with his cousin that he did for most of the
afternoon remaining. Thoughts of Tane and Harleys long since drifting from
his mind.

Aaron was relieved to finally get rest in a real bed. After the time he had
spend on the road, and on the sofa the night before. His body still felt
the effects of not having a good nights sleep for the last few nights. The
trip having more than a heavy effect on his body. When he finally opened
his pack, he noticed that which he hadn't put in there. A scrap of paper.
Aaron quickly pulling it out as he saw the leathers packed in heavily
beneath. The gang patch recognized instantly.

'I was, but some things cant be said. Call me if you ever need advice
getting that bike.  Hope you enjoy these.'

Aaron stood quietly, alone in the room. Alone with his thoughts and the
leathers.