Date: Thu, 27 Jun 2002 16:43:39 -0400
From: AG
Subject: Two Motorcyclists

		   Two Motorcyclists - One Takes a Bath

Anyone who does not wish to read a true, erotic story, stop reading now.

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       It was late August, the eve of the new Fall semester.  Everyone was
restless as they tried to get in their "last licks" before the summer
vacation ended.
       As I was returning to my apartment around noontime from grocery
shopping, the all-day, pre-autumn rain had just begun to let up. So I put
down the big bag I was carrying and closed my umbrella. As I looked up
toward my brownstone staircase (lower Manhattan) few doors down, I noticed
two cone-shaped figures in the street right in front of my two-storey
apartment building.. One cone was red, the other yellow.
       On closer inspection these were two young guys, around 20, perched
on motorcycles and wearing long slickers with hoods of those colors.  The
slickers, and the guys, were totally wet from the rain. One guy was in
jeans. His pants were so wet that they looked extra blue from the
dampness. The other guy on the `cycle was in shorts. His shiny legs were
wet, his slicker shiny like the other guy's.  Both wore sneakers that were
drenched. So sopping wet that their anklet sox had disappeared into a
watery mess within their shoes leaving their bare, pointy ankles. It was a
sexy look somehow.
       When I came to the stairs, before going up I decided to go over to
these drenched guys to see what was what, whether they knew someone in the
building, or even if I could help in some way though they were total
strangers to me. They looked so dismal!
       Well, I soon saw that one of the guys was real good-looking-the one
in the red slicker. His buddy was a total contrast to him. (Why is it that
often when you see two guys together, one will be nice, the other
not. Don't TWO handsome boys ever associate with each other??  :-)
       Both still had their hoods covering their heads.  So I said, "Hi!
Hey, the rain stopped, you know!"
       So they both peeled back their slicker hoods.  Their hair was wet
like they just came oiut of the shower since they were caught by the sudden
downpour before putting up their hoods. The guy in red unzipped his slicker
in front revealing a totally dampsweat shirt, tee-shirt underneath (I could
see the upper part of it under his sweat shirt) that hugged his
trunk-revealingly, I might add.
         "What are doing sitting here in the rain?" I asked with a smile in
my voice.
         "Trying to decide what the hell to do," one said.  "We've ridden
all the way up here to N.Y. from Tennessee."
         "Tennessee!?" exclaimed. "That means you rode almost all night."
         "That's right," said the other, cute one.
         "I'm Al," I said, offering my hand. They introduced themselves as
Ken, the handsomer one as Steve.
         "Well, jeez, you guys sure are wet," I said, thinking to myself
how I might help in some way. One of them, I think it was Ken, then sneezed
loudly.
         "Tell you what," I said, "why don't you come up to my apartment
and dry out. OK? Want to do that?" They looked like basically nice guys to
me. They spoke in nice voices. I figured they were straight but so what? I
know I would have appreciated an offer like that to dry off after all that
rain and a long trip outdoors. (In fact, something like that once happened
to me on a canoe trip.)
        So, up they came to my apartment on the second, top floor. I was
climbing the stairs behind them watching them carrying along their helmets,
which they didn't want to leave out in the street. I could smell the damp
odor of their clothing. I sort of surveyed them from the rear as they
trudged up the stairs, the good-looking one, Steve, just ahead of me. I
could also tell he had a very willowy shape to him, the way he negotiated
the steps was sexy like a cat would do it. At one point he suddenly looked
back at me flashing me a real sort of telling smile.
       One we got into my house they let out relaxed ohs and ahs. "Nice
fireplace," one boy said. I don't think they had been indoors in almost 24
hours!  I made some coffee and that was appreciated.  So were the big
tarry-cloth towels
 they started to dry their faces, necks, arms, etc., with.  (No one took
off any clothes.)
        Then Ken announced that he had a friend uptown near Columbia U. and
that he would like to subway up to pay this friend-male or female, I wasn't
sure-a visit as planned, he said.
        He turned to Steve and asked, "Is that OK?" Then to me he asked,
"OK if Steve waits here for me?"
       "Of course," I said, "That's cool. No prob."
        Here the really groovy-looking Steve was the one who would stay,
the other would be away for at least two hours, I figured. So Ken said,
leaving, "See ya all in about 2 hours." Then he came popping back, "Hey,
Al, can I buy a couple of subway tokens from you?"
        "You can HAVE two subway tokens. Here." So I gladly Gave them to
him and off he went.
        So, now Steve and I are alone. A series of thoughts run through my
horny head as he pours out another coffee, blowing on it to get it cool as
he looks so comfortable being in my place, kimnd of slouching in the
kiotchen chair.
        "Make yourself comfortable," I say to him. Then I add: "But aren't
you UNcomfortable in those wet clothes? Ur jeans are sopping wet."
        "Yeah," he says looking at his pants and rubbing them to see how
wet they are. I notice also that they are not only wet but hugging some
very curvy thighs, which were quite noticeable because the wet jeans had
become so tight.
       All of a sudden Steve puts down his coffee mug as though he were
about to say or do something dramatic.  And that he did! He peels off
everything he has on above his belt-a sweat shirt, the tee underneath-all
wet. Nothing was left but his bare torso.
       And what a sight! He was tan above his collar bone and his face-very
tan. So were his arms and hands. But his chest and belly, were white,
without any tan at all, making him look extra nude, if you know what I
mean.  Everyone, including me, likes a tan on himself and others.  But
exposed, non-tanned parts of one's body also look very sexy.  Especially
Steve's bod.
       Here was a beautiful torso, cool pair of pecs riding high on his
upper body His nipples were a dark, dark brown and protruded firmly like
central mountains on craters on the Moon from his defined,
geometrically-curved pecs. His cleavage was subtle and sexy-the kind where
you want to lay your cock in the groove, body-rub it in the "valley," maybe
with some vegetable or Baby Oil added so your cock slithers around between
the shallow mounds of flesh.  And slithers over those hard nips, your cock
feeling the contact...
      I stared at all that and his nice abs, not concealing my interest and
appreciation in what I was looking at. Steve certainly noticed this
"interest." He had his eyes on my eyes as he was taking off his upper
clothing. When people watch you like that you have to assume they are
interested in what you are interested in about them. So, he knew I was
definitely aroused. A faint smile flickered across his face as he looked
down to unfasten his belt.  He knew.
     Unfasten his belt? What next? I thought. So, I took the initiative.
     "Steve," I said, "Bet you'd like to take a bath. Not a shower but a
HOT TUB. No?"
    "Really? You have a tub, Al?" .
    "Of course. Why would I suggest it if I didn't?" I went to the bathroom
and started to fill the tub with nice, green-looking hot water that started
bubbling and swirling up to level. I started thinking, Yeah, hey, that
WOULD feel real nice as I then started remembering the last time I myself
got drenched, was cold, but then dunked my chilled bod into a nice bathtub
full of clean, hot water! It was like heaven being caressed like that with
that watery warmth!
    While I was thinking this and testing the heat of the water with a
finger, in walks Steve-naked.
    "Ah!" he exclaims. "Does THAT look good! Thanks, man!"
    So, with no further talking, I exited to give him the privacy of taking
his first bath in God knows how long, and with that unexpected pleasure he
would have taking a bath after such a long, rain-drenched trip.
     As I left the bathroom, I closed the door but not all the way leaving
a littl crack so he wouldn't think he was being "shut in" and also so we
could talk if we wanted to.
     I looked at the bathroom door while sitting down to finish my
coffee. I then noticed that before he got into the tub, he opened the door
a little more ajar. Then came some lively conversation btw us. All
differtent topics, from school (he also was in college), to the various
things he and his friend saw on the road coming north, and so on, with me
asking about details of his stories.  I had never taken a motocycle trip so
that description of it rather fascinated me.
    Then all of a sudden, he said, "Al, come `ere a sec, would ya?"
    I went in to the b.r. to find him comfortably ensconced deep" in the
tub, partly lathered up with a big, happy grin on his face as though it was
the most pleasasnt "trip" he could imagine. I was pleased to see him so
pleased.
    "Do me a fave, would you, Al?"
    "Sure. What?" He then hands me the wash rag and the bar of Irish Brand
(green) soap and says, "Do my back, will ya?"
     So I start rubbing his back with the soapy wash cloth, alternating
with my bare hands.. What a back! He was bent forward so that his ribs
showed subtly next to his lats. His spinal column protruded slightly but
was walled in and framed by sexy back mscls. Here was a guy who developed
sinewy muscles by engaging, I figured, in his different real activities. He
obviously wasn't "born with them" or got that bod from weightlifting.  I
then asked him if he did much canoeing because my back also looks like that
when I hold a mirror in front of a bigger mirror to look at it. And I do do
a lot of canoeing. He aid that yes, he did.
      Then something odd happens. He reaches down to his crotch in the
soapy water as if looking for something.  I could see this as I was looking
over his shoulder, getting a nice "overhead view" of his chest, nipples
coated in lather, and his glistening belly with its six ripples as he sat
"crunched" forward.
      "Looking for something, Steve?" I asked as he seemed to be feeling
around between his legs as though groping for something. But I had the soap
in my hand - and the stopper was in front him. So what was he doing?
     "Oh, it's nothing," he said sort of mysteriously
    So that was the bath. As he still sat in the tub, I thought he might
want to now rinse off. So I left the bathroom so he could be private,
shower off, and dry himself.
    In about 10 minutes he emerges from the bathroom with a towel slung
around his waist in a really unique way.  He had rolled down the top of the
towel so it was just above his pubes. This shortened the whole towel into a
type of costume, like, such as I have seen ancient Greeks wear. The bottom
of the towel barely obscured his genetalia.
    "That's a nice look!" I couldn't help remarking as he walked toward me
at the kitchen table where I had resumed sipping some coffee, by now on the
cool side. But I didn't care about the temperature of the coffee as much as
by what I was looking at.and also what the hell I would do or he would do
next...
     I didn't have long to wait.
    "Al," he says, sitting down on the wooden chair, "do you have any
magazines. You know, `interesting' ones?"
    He stretches out his legs, folding his arms over his chest but low in a
way that left most of his chest exposed along with both of his brown
nipples that were circled with reddish discs, like wheels, setting off his
pair of sexy nips. He flexed his ab mscls as he sort of shifted and
jacknifed his legs around to get them into the position he wanted them
extending them front of him (if you get the picture).
     "Yeah, "I think I do.somewhere," I said answering his question about
mags. "What's ur preference?" I asked calling out to him from my bedroom as
I searched a drawer hiding-place.
    "Oh, anything. Anything.sexy, that is..."
    So, I grabbed the first ,magazine that hit my fingers- Playgirl, which
I didn't remember I had. Not caring which it was, I brought it to the
table.
    Well, he takes it and silently begins paging through it.  Naturally, I
get curious in what he finds interesting in the mag. I notice he stops
every once in awhile to look at something more closely.
     Then, he looked at me and said something in a certain tone of voice
that really caught me on fire-it gets a hard- on going on me right now as I
write this:
      He says: "Al,"then a long long pause. "Hey, pull your chair over.
Let's look at this together, OK?"
      Pleasantly surprised, I then thought to myself, Why here? Why not on
my bed where my reading light there is much better.  And the bed a better
place to.do what? I wondered.
      So, I said, "Steve? Let's go in here. Better light."
      He follows me into the bedroom. I lie down giving him the spot nearer
the light mounted over the bed, with me to his right, him to my left.
      We lie down. He shifts the magazine so it's between us so we can both
look at it fully and simultaneously. Then he "takes over," narrating with
each page and with each pic we look at. There are some women in Playgirl
and he comments about them, too.
      "Nice tits, eh, Al? Like her hair, too. Her pubes."
      Then he comes to a naked guy. We both fall silent. We both stare at
this well-built, sort of hunky, tanned male with the brunet hair. Steve
then blurts out, "Nice dong on him, eh?"
      "Yeah, not bad," I say, starting to breath harder and noting he's
doing the same..
      The pic stays there-interminably. Why doesn't he turn the page? I
wonder.
      Then he slowly slips his hand under his towel. A slow rhythmic, wavy
motion starts in, the shadows made by the towel waves showing as his hand
moves in a kind of circular way.  The movements are extremely sexy, the
towel rising and falling gently and rhythmically.
     At this point-and who wouldn't?? I put my left arm around his left
shoulder, over his left delt-far to my left. I did something more, taking a
chance-a chance, because Steve did not in any way strike me as being gay or
even bi. I sent my arm even further around him so that my left hand could
reach down to his left pec, if you get the picture. I felt this smooth,
hard mound of muscle- not all that rounded but, instead, firm with a subtle
curvature and covered with extremely soft skin. The skin felt like velvet
under my searching fingers and sexily contrasted with the muscular hardness
underneath the soft skin.
     Then I did something even more brazen: I fingered my way down to his
nipple.I then pulled my hand back to my mouth, licked that finger, and
started to return to his left nip. As my hand was coming back to where it
had been after I had wet it, Steve murmured sort of out of breath, "Keep
doing that!  Feels cool!" as he tugged my arm gently directing my hand and
finger back to where it had been-on his chest.
      That was my left hand. With my right hand, I decided that since he
liked what I was doing with his upper bod, why not "go for it"? So, with my
free, right hand I reached under his towel colliding with his already busy
left hand under the towel.
       Still holding the mag with his right, he takes his left hand out
from under the towel letting me play alone with him.
       With his now free right hand he heads for my running shorts,
skillfully unbuttoning the top button, heading for my briefs through my
open pants-my briefs now exposed, me totally tented at near max 7-8". Then
he starts as best he can slipping off my shorts and briefs. I help him out
by raising my hips and pelvis so everything can be slipped off. He seems to
expert at it. But then I guess any person, male or female, is undresssed by
someone in more or less the same way.
       He then seizes my cock, but gently, and puts it in a vertical
position. He spits on his right hand and begins slowly massaging my cock
and swinging it around like a hitter with a bat in the batter's box. I am
doing the same to his, noting his incredibly huge head or helmet amnd its
rim atop his stiff penis..
       Another thought comes into my head: Someone's going to get fucked, I
think. Or at least I am going to get things moving in that
direction. Although I could have been satisfied with what we were doing,
especially when he turned toward me so that his left hand could touch my
chest. He then started sort of exploring over my left pec, working his away
around a few scattered hairs to my left nipple. Then he went over to my
right pec, which was flexing as I was jerking him.  (My mscls flex like
that.)  Then he explored my belly and my own modest six-pac. I tightened
myself as he did that, involuntarily, so he sort of pressed on my ribbed
abs in a way that made my cock lurch in his hand.
      But that new thought stayed with me: Why not fuck?
     So I said sort of out of breath, "Just a sec, Steve.  Sorry. Be right
back." I got up leaving him looking at me kind of curiously as if to
say. "What are you going to do?"  He then goes back down to his cock, still
under the towel, with his hand, flipping mag pages.
      I return with a tube of K-Y.
      "Look familiar?" I ask kind of bratily, holding it up in the air..
   "Yeah, it does," he says. Then before I could say anything else-I didn't
know what to say anyway!-he seizes the K-Y in the blue & white tube from
me, opens it, and begins greasing his hole. Right! HIS ass, just like that!
      Without saying a word he suddenly sits up so he is on top of me, his
towel now off. He starts positioning himself on me so that my cock is under
his butt. Raising himself up, he slowly inserts my totally-hard organ into
his ass. I forgot to mention that I had noticed his beautiful buns when he
had first come into the bathroom to get into the tub. But now that same
pair of ass cheeks and hios greased up orifice were now meeting my
cock. With his help and my help in getting my somewhat above-av penis into
him, it went in. In fact, it went ALL THE WAY IN! ALL THE WAY UP!
     "I've never done this before," Steve said breathlessly, alternating
between a series of "ahhh," "jeez, kinda hurts," "it's OK now, "Oh, yes,
Al," "keep going," etc. .
    Then he asked: "Is this OK, Al? Is this right?"
     Out of breath I answer, "Fine. Yeah. LET'S GO!"
     Then Steve, without any cues from me, gets into a wild up & down
motion that was so hot I thought I would come inside him within two
minutes.
      "For somone..who has.never done.this before..you sure are." I never
finished the sentence.
     What a divine sensation! Made even better by our mutual fondling of
each other's chests-squeezing each other's nips, feeling each other's
delts, arms, lats, every rise and fall of our anatomies, looking at each
oithger in the eye...
     Then he leaned forward, paused, looking at my mouth as though zeroing
in on it, I leaned toward him , too, as best I could. We fall into a long,
wet, kind of slobbering male kiss! Our tongues wildly colliding.
     His cock is pointing straight up hitting my chin if I pull it toward
my face. His cock is just about in my face, in fact. The closeup look at
it, about 7 inches, showed that he was reaching his peak, pre-cum oozing
out of his dick.  With each up & down rise and fall of his ass with my cock
inside him, his cock would collide with my chin or mouth, even nose.
     A penis ready explode has a certain look. The big tube beneath it is
loaded up with a long wad of cum and protrudes in it ike a huge artery. The
veins on one's cock also protrude.  The penis is at its maximum hardness.
    That was Steve's at that climactic moment.
    I started to put his cock-somewhat clumsily, given the position we were
in-nearer my mouth. Just then Steve suddenly grabbed one of my pecs,
squeezing it, almost roughly massaging it, brushing my erect nipple,
squeezing it, too, then almost shouting: "Al!  Let's cum!  NOW!"
       "YEAH! I'm ready, too!" I said. As I angled his cock even nearer my
mouth, all of a sudden HE CAME before I could take it into my mouth.
       And at that moment, I came, too..
       His wad shot up on one of my cheeks on my face, and because I angled
his cock down a bit to look at it better, the rest of his 6-7-shot orgasm
of semen landed on my neck and chest. Thick, creamy, sticky cum that at
first felt extra warm.against my skin and nipple, but then started drying
quickly giving my skin an almost menthol feel to it.
       He slowly rose from me, my cock slithering out of him (we didn't
wear rubbers; a prophylaxis would be necessary, I had the equipment; my
older brother's an MD).
       The smell of cum and male sweat was so strong- but not
unpleasant-that it seemed that the whole bedroom reeked of it!
       Steve seemed elated. "How was that, AL?" he asked sort of teasingly
as he looked back at me as he was heading toward the bathroom to clean up
and "douche."
      "The best ever!" I shot back.
      And it just about was!

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