Tangled : Part Twelve

Part TWENTY-FOUR : DESSERT AND OTHER DIVERSIONS.

The next two weeks flew by in a flurry. I missed Lee terribly during the day and was always relieved to be with him in the evenings. I was busy at The Gallery as usual, while he was on site most of the time, supervising the laying of the foundations for his new building. We spent the evenings either at his place or mine, our relationship being too new to share with anyone except Danny, whom we saw occasionally during the week.

On the Friday night of the first week, Lee dragged me out to Pen Island.
“I want them all to see us together!” He said cryptically. “But I want to do it just right!”
When we got there, he sent me in alone and then followed me in shortly afterwards. I joined Darren and Clive, who were up to their usual man-baiting.

“Oh, hello stranger!” Darren remarked tartly. “So you have finally got off your high horse and decided to join us poor plebs. Danny's in the can. He'll be glad to see you're here.”
Just then, Danny joined us and looked around quickly.
“Where's . . ?” He started but I cut him off quickly with. “Any new talent about, guys?”

“Nothing!” Darren said, clearly disappointed. “Oh look guys, green-eyed hottie just walked in! It’s been a while since we’ve seen him here.” He finished and nodded towards the door. I smiled to myself – it had been a while because of me.

We all turned and watched Lee approach us. He came straight to me, pulled me into his arms, planted his mouth over mine and kissed me long and hard. His hands cupped and massaged my ass-cheeks firmly and his hips thrust up against mine. He rotated his hips against me sensually as he moaned under his breath. Danny stood there grinning madly, while Darren and Clive stared at us open mouthed. The noise in the bar diminished somewhat and I knew that every single person was watching us with great interest.

Lee kissed me long and hard, bending me over backwards almost double. He drew away slowly, my bottom lip caught between his teeth and then he released me. He ran his hands up my back and planted his lips on my neck and gave me a love-bite. Then he slowly drew back from me and released me and then he calmly sat down opposite Darren who gaped at him, his jaw hanging. I reached out and clutched at Danny’s shoulder to steady myself. God, the man knew how to get my clock ticking.

“How's it going?” Lee asked Darren casually. “And shut your mouth, you look like a gold-fish!”
“Uh . . oh, I'm good . . really good!” Darren stammered and then looked up at me and said. “What the fuck?”
“Guys,” I said, still a little breathless. “This is Lee Barker. Lee, that's Darren and that's his partner, Clive.”

Lee nodded at them with a brilliant smile. “Hi!” He said casually.
“Hi!” Darren said to Lee offhandedly. Then he asked impatiently. “David, what the hell is going on?”
“Yeah!” Clive finally joined in. “And is this going to be a regular thing? I mean, the floor show we all just saw?”

I explained the situation to them quickly.
“Cool!” Darren remarked. “Really cool!”
“I think it's great!” Clive said. “At least you won't be like someone out of Night of the Living Dead anymore, David.”
“Night of the Living Dead?” Lee asked puzzled.
“You should have seen him.” Clive remarked. “He was like a frigging zombie with the whats and the whys. It was driving me insane!”

Lee looked at me, his eyebrows raised.
“Long story, I'll tell you sometime.” I said.

A little later, Sandy cornered me and said. “I was right, wasn't I?”
“About what, Sandy?” I asked.
“You and the crazy-bear, you're hot for each-other!” He smirked. “I told you so!”
“Yep, Sandy!” I smiled. “You certainly did!”

“We're all dying to know.” Sandy said excitedly. “What's he like? You know, what's he really like?” And he waggled his eyebrows at me, a lurid grin on his face.
“Sandy.” I said with a smile. “Do you honestly think I'm going to tell you?” His face fell. “No, I guess not.” He said disappointedly. “Damn!”
“Goodnight, Sandy.” I said.

We left shortly afterwards, Lee filled with self-satisfaction at the stir he had caused in the crowded bar.

A slight blight appeared on the horizon briefly but I managed to avert a confrontation that could have been disastrous. One evening I arrived at Lee's apartment before he got home. As I got to Lee's floor, I saw a young man of about twenty trying to unlock Lee's door. He was having a bit of trouble and jumped like a startled rabbit when he heard me behind him. He was thin with stringy blond hair and pale blue washed out eyes. I knew who it was immediately. First, from a brief description that Lee had given me and second, the boy was wearing a black T-shirt with the word 'TOBY' emblazoned in neon pink on the front.

He stopped when he saw me, and dropped his hand from Lee's door.
“Oh!” He exclaimed. “Uh . . doesn't Lee Barker live here anymore?”
“Oh yes he does, but he changed the locks.” I said with a small smile. “He's not home yet. Can I help you?”

He fidgeted for a minute and then looked me up and down carefully.
“I'm Toby.” He said. “I used to stay with Lee.”
“Yes, I know.”
“Oh!” He said. “He's . . uh . . he's told you about me?”
“Oh yes!” I said with another sweet smile. “Everything!”
“Oh!” He said and looked away embarrassed.

“And I strongly advise that you leave right now.” I said. “I'm expecting him home any minute and I think it might be a good idea if you weren't around when he arrives. In fact, I think it was a little unwise of you to even think about coming back here.”
“Yeah, right!” He said with a grim smile.
Just then, I heard the downstairs door bang and footsteps on the steps below.

“Shit!” I said. “Here he is now. Here!” I took out my wallet and slipped him two hundreds.
“Get up those stairs.” I said and pointed behind him. “Stay out of sight until we're inside the apartment and then leave this building, this area and this town if possible. The cash should be enough to get you out.”
“Why are you doing this?” He asked as he scampered up the stairs.
“Trust me.” I said. “I'm not doing this for you, I'm doing it for Lee. I don't want to see him commit cold-blooded murder.”

He disappeared up onto the next floor. I composed myself and waited for Lee to appear. He came bounding up the stairs, his key already in his hand.
“Oh!” He grinned excitedly. “You're here. Good!”
He quickly unlocked the door and pushed me into the apartment.
“Quickly lover.” He said lustily. “I'm in desperate need of a bit of rough, hard loving!”

He started stripping off his clothes in the hallway. I shut the door and turned to him.
“What the hell is the great hurry?” I asked with a smile.
“I've had the most God-awful day and I need a bit of consolation.” He said as he unzipped his pants and dropped them. “Don’t just stand there. Get your clothes off!”
“You do know of course, that I am not here to simply pleasure you.” I said cheekily.

“Oh but you are.” He smirked. “Why else would I keep you around?”
“Well.” I said. “I thought it might be because you loved me, or maybe because I'm the only one who can put up with you.”
“There is that, of course.” He laughed. “But you're also the best fuck ever and that's what I could do with right now!”

“Likewise!” I said with a leer and laughed. I threw myself at him and we collapsed on the couch giggling.
I never saw Toby again and as far as I know, neither did Lee. I can only assume that he was wise enough to take my advice and get the hell out of town.

Although our relationship was in its early stages, and our desire was at a peak, we didn't make love every night. Lee taught me some self control. Some nights, it was enough for us just to lie close to each-other, just touching and talking. Sometimes, we were wild. We ripped our clothes off, fell on the bed or the floor, and had hard, rough sex that left us exhausted. On a couple of occasions, he fucked me like he did that afternoon when we went out to the plot.

One evening, we went out to dinner in a quiet, up-market restaurant. The host showed us to a quiet corner booth and left us with the menus. Presently, a waiter came and took our order. We chatted idly while we waited for our meal, which soon arrived and we settled down to enjoy it. It was extremely pleasant in the restaurant with its quiet, candlelit ambiance.
At one point, Lee leaned close to me and whispered in my ear.

"I have got such a raging hard-on."
I looked at him and smiled.
"How come?" I asked.

He grinned. "It's you! Sometimes I just have to look at you and bang, instant erection, and tonight you look especially appealing!"
"I'm flattered, but we really can't do much about it now. You'll have to be patient. I'll sort you out later." I said and continued to eat.

The food was exquisite and after we'd finished, we ordered dessert. It came and as I lifted my spoon to tuck in, I felt Lee's hand on my crotch. He undid my jeans button and unzipped my flies.
I looked at him, "Lee!" I hissed. "What the . . !"
"I can't wait! I'm still so damned hard. Shut up and eat your dessert!" He ordered.

I felt his hand slide into my shorts and grip my limp cock. "Lift your hips ever so slightly!" He whispered.
I obliged him and he slid my jeans and shorts down my legs to mid-thigh. I was now naked under the draped table cloth.
"Slide down in your seat a little!" He whispered.
"Lee . . !" I started.
"Shh! Eat your dessert!" He hissed at me again.

I slid down in my seat and his hand found my cock again. He nonchalantly took a mouthful of his dessert and chewed slowly as if savoring the flavor. Under the table, his hand coaxed my cock into a hard steely rod. He started stroking me slowly and within seconds I could feel my pre-come flowing. He smeared it over the head and shaft of my now throbbing cock and his strokes became smoother and easier with the lubrication. I tensed my cock and felt another spurt of pre-come shoot out of me.

"Hmm!" Lee whispered and brought his hand up above the table. He put his fingers to his mouth and sensuously licked them. My cock spasmed with excitement. He then ran his tongue over the palm of his hand, smearing saliva and pre-come over it. Then he dropped his hand below the table and wrapped it around my dripping cock. It was so wet and slippery that his hand slid up and down it easily. The wet sensation was amazing and my hips jerked uncontrollably, wanting more.
Above the table, he continued to eat his dessert calmly. He kept his eyes on me and watched my every reaction carefully. I tried desperately to eat normally, but my hand shook each time I lifted my spoon to my mouth.

Suddenly, the host was standing in front of us. I froze, but Lee looked up at him casually. His hand stopped stroking my cock, but he continued to caress the opening at the top of it with his wet thumb slowly. It was driving me crazy, but I held my composure.
"Is everything to your satisfaction?" The host asked politely.
Lee nodded and said. "Perfect, thank-you." He said and smiled secretly. "Very stimulating!
I nearly choked.

"Good, good! Enjoy the rest of your meal." He said and drifted off.
"Stimulating?" I said to Lee.
"Well it is, isn't it?" He said with a leer.
His hand started pumping my cock again and my hips started to move in time with his strokes.
"Tell me when you're going to come." Lee whispered.

I nodded my head, not trusting my voice as I tried to control my breathing. Within a couple of minutes, I felt the familiar tightness in my balls and I looked at Lee, who was watching me carefully.
"I'm close!" I whispered.

He stopped stroking me, took the napkin off the table and covered the head of my cock with it. Then he pumped his hand quickly over my shaft and I came. My hips thrust up slightly and I banged my knee on the underside of the table. I dropped my spoon and gripped the edge of the table desperately to try and control my movements.
I moaned under my breath as my back arched.

He gasped and jumped slightly in his seat as a little of my semen escaped from under the napkin and ran over his hand and down onto my balls. He put his head back, eyes closed and growled deep in his throat ever so softly. Then he carefully wiped my cock clean with the napkin, which he folded and laid on the table. Then he milked my cock for the last couple of dribbles of semen and he brought his hand up and licked his fingers.

"Hmm! Delicious." He whispered. "Far better than the dessert they serve here!"
I lifted my hips quickly and pulled up my pants and shorts. I did them up and relaxed.
Later, as we were strolling home I said.
"That was certainly new and different."

He laughed. "Yep, it certainly was." He said.
"But I feel a bit bad, it was great for me, but not much fun for you." I said.
"On the contrary, I enjoyed it tremendously. Look!" He said and uncovered his crotch.

I hadn't noticed, but from the time we had stood up from the table, he'd kept his groin covered by his jacket which was draped over his arm. I looked at his bulging crotch.
There was a large wet patch spreading across the front of his jeans. "Don't worry," He said. "I came in my pants when you came!"

"Really!" I said, amazed. "You can do that, I mean, come without . . !"
"Oh yes," He said. "If the situation is exciting enough and if I'm turned on enough, I can come spontaneously!"
"Oh wow, that is so hot!" I marveled. "You have got to show me that sometime!"
"Sure!" He said. "Of course tonight, the pressure of my jeans on my cock helped a lot, and I had a hard-on for most of the evening!"

"Hold on a sec!" I said and I moved close to him. I looked around quickly to make sure we were alone. We were, so I quickly bent and nuzzled the wet front of his jeans. He smelt glorious, the scent of his semen flooded my nostrils. I quickly stood up and slipped my hand into his jeans. He wasn't wearing underwear so it was easy to work my fingers down until I reached his groin. His belly and pubic hair around his cock was soaking wet with his semen and his cock was slippery with it.

I felt the warm wetness on my fingers and thrilled at the thought of his cock unloading in his pants. I caressed his cock quickly and felt it twitch with excitement. Then I pulled my hand out and sniffed at my fingers and the scent of his semen flooded my nostrils again.
"Hmm, nice!" I whispered. "You're right! This is what I call dessert!"

He watched the whole incident with a bemused expression on his face. I smiled at him and then slipped my fingers into my mouth and licked them clean.
"God!" He said. "You are so damn sexy!"
We walked a little further and then Lee chuckled.
"What is it?" I asked.

He grinned at me and said. "Picture the waiter's reaction when he picks up that juicy napkin! Boy, is he in for a wet surprise!"
He looked at me and we burst out laughing.

One night, I had showered and was getting ready for bed while Lee was in the shower. I lay on the bed and waited for him, wondering what he had in store for us. He came out of the bathroom naked, his cock as hard as steel. I smiled and said.
"Come, I'll fix that for you." He moved away from the bed and stood facing me. He leered at me and said.
"No, I think I'll handle this alone. You can just watch. You wanted to, remember."

He dropped his hand to his shaft and gripped it in his fist. He was so damned sexy that my flaccid cock jerked into its full blown hardness in a second.
He ran his hand up his shaft, milking it for pre-come, which he spread over and around the head. He lifted his hand to his mouth and liberally covered the palm with saliva. Then he wrapped his hand around his pulsing shaft and started to slowly pump his fist. He moved closer to the chair and put one foot up on the seat. I now had a full unobstructed view of his balls, which slowly rose and fell in time with his pumping hand. It was incredibly erotic, watching him jerk off. I grabbed my cock and started stroking it in time with him.

"Yes," He hissed, "That's good, do yourself, it's very hot!"

He pinched and tugged at his nipples with his free hand, while his hips slowly moved back and forth. His rhythm changed slightly, speeding up, and he dropped his free hand and fondled his balls. He moaned with pleasure, his eyes on me as I spread my legs apart so that I could reach my balls. He released his cock and tensed it. It flared and jerked up and spewed a string of pre-come that slowly dropped the floor. I gasped with excitement and felt that familiar deep throb in my groin. He gripped his cock again and started to pump it, his hand making slick, wet noises as it moved up and down. My rhythm quickened when his hips started to jerk in time with his hand. He moaned again and hissed. "I'm close, really close."

I could feel my groin tighten, my climax building. We never took our eyes off each-other.

Then he groaned urgently. "Now . . I'm . . " His hips spasmed and his hand pumped faster. He let out a low growl of pleasure as his cock swelled slightly and then he shot load after load all over the floor. Spurt after spurt spewed out while he thrust his hips violently. I arched my back and climaxed in a blast of flying come, which spattered over my chest and face. He held his balls and pulled them down slightly, his cock stuck out at a shallower angle, hard and shiny with pre-come, a string of creamy white semen hung from the tip, stretched and dropped to the floor.

"Watch this!" He gasped.

He continued to pump his cock and within a minute or so, he came again. The spurts a little less powerful than the first time. Then to my amazement, he repeated the whole thing. His last load only a few small streams that dribbled over his hand and down his shaft onto his balls.
His hand stopped moving and he squeezed the last few drops of semen from his cock and licked it off his fingers.

"There!" He gasped. "Did you enjoy that?"
"Very much! Wow, you are unbelievable! Three times in a row! You are so incredibly hot when you do that." I replied.

He walked over and flopped on the bed next to me. The whole episode had been very exciting and I made him promise to do it again for me.

"I can't believe you came three times in a row!" I whispered.
"I once managed four loads, but it was a while ago. I was a lot younger!" He grinned.
I also reminded him that he'd promised to come spontaneously for me. He told me that he had to wait for just the right moment for that.

On the Friday evening, after I had finished work, I closed The Gallery and was making my way to Lee’s apartment when he came riding by on his bike.

He was dressed as he was on the night he took me to the beach – in the guise of the biker. He drove his motorcycle past me slowly and then stopped at the top of the road. He looked back at me and slowly turned the bike around and rode back to me, just as he had done that incredible night not so long ago. I immediately knew what he was up to. He was re-creating the time we went to the beach.
He stopped the bike next to me as I stood and waited silently to see how he was going to play this.

“Hi!” He said briefly, his voice low and muffled by the helmet. “You want to go for a ride?”
“I’m not sure.” I said, playing along with him. “You’re not going to hurt me, are you?”
“No.” He said. “Just a ride, that’s all.”
“Sure, why not.” I replied. “I’ve nothing better to do.”

I climbed on the back of the bike and he pulled my arms around my waist as he had done before. Immediately, I had an incredible sense of déjà vu. The feel of his body against mine, the smell of the aftershave he’d used that night and of course, the wonderful smell of leather.
He gunned the bike and we took off. He drove us out to the same beach we’d gone to before. The ride was exhilarating and because I knew it was Lee, and because of the association with that night on the beach, I started to get highly aroused. I felt my cock stiffen in my pants and as I was pressed up close to him, he felt it as well. I heard him laugh under his helmet.

He switched off the bike when we got to the beach and as before, he took my hand and led me down to the sand. The sun was low on the horizon already and the sea had turned to gold. He sat on the sand, pulled me down next to him and draped his arm over my shoulders.
We sat in silence for a while and watched the sun sink lower and lower.
“This might seem a little forward,” He whispered. “But I could feel your hard-on on the ride out here and I would really like to see it.”

Playing along, I said. “Now how did I know that this was nothing but a pick-up?”
He laughed. “What else did you think it was?” He said. “Come on, let me see your cock. Just for fun.”
I hesitated and pretended to think about it.

“I’ll show you mine if you like. It’s really hard too. Look!” He thrust his pelvis forward so that I could see the big bulge in his crotch. He reached down and rubbed his crotch suggestively while he thrust his hips back and forth.
“A case of ‘I’ll show you mine if you show me yours’, right?” I said with a smile.

“Sure, why not.” He said and lay back on the sand and unzipped his leather pants. He wasn’t wearing underwear so his hard, pulsing cock jumped out immediately. He pushed it up so it stood up straight and throbbing, towards the sky. I could see the thick veins in it pulsing in the dying rays of the sun.
“There you go!” He said. “Like I said, it’s really hard right now. What do you think?”
“Looks good.” I said.
“It is good.” He chuckled. “Now it’s your turn.”

Making more of the game, I hesitated again and he laughed.
“Come on now. I’ve kept my end of the deal. Show me your cock. Don’t be shy.” He said softly.
“It’s just looking, right. Nothing else?” I tried to put a little bit of doubt in my voice. I think I did a fairly good job.
“Sure, why not.” He replied. “Just looking, if that’s what you want.”

“Okay.” I said and lay back on the sand. I undid my jeans and slid them down to my thighs. Then I pulled the one leg of my shorts up and popped my very hard cock out. I pushed it up as he had done. It stood up, throbbing, the head shiny with pre-come.
He looked at it and nodded. He still hadn’t removed his helmet.

“Cool!” He said. “Cool! You’ve got a really nice dick. Wet and very suckable.” We lay on the sand, side by side with our cocks out, pointed at the sky like flagpoles.
“Yours is not so bad either.” I remarked. “You’re a little bigger than me, though.”
“Yeah!” He said. “I reckon about an inch or so. What do you think?”
“I don’t know. Maybe.”

“Of course,” He said. “I would only be able to tell if I could feel your cock and compare it to mine.”
“You said only looking, remember.” I came right back.
“Yeah I did.” He said softly. “But it would be really interesting to find out for sure, wouldn’t it?”

Again, drawing the game out, I hesitated.
“Come on.” He said. “Let me feel your cock. Just one little feel. I won’t mind if you feel mine.”
“I’m sure you won’t.” I said. “Again a case of “you can feel mine if I can feel yours’, right?”

All this back and forth banter was turning me on very much and I could see that he was feeling the same. My pre-come was flowing copiously as was his. It was seeping out of the end of his cock and running down his vertical shaft, glinting in the setting sunlight. I didn’t know how much longer we could keep it up but I thought I would try and play the game as long as possible.
“Alright.” I finally said. “Just a quick feel though. Nothing more, okay?”
“Sure, why not.”

He took off his gloves quickly and reached out and gripped my cock. He ran his hand up its length and down again.
“Yeah!” He groaned as he stroked my shaft. “Oh yeah, that’s a great cock!”
“That’s it.” I said quickly. “You’ve had your feel now, so let go.”

He released me and then he felt his cock in the same manner.
“Yeah.” He said. “I think mine’s about an inch longer, but yours is slightly thicker. Feel.”

He took my hand and put it on his cock. I gripped it in my fist and ran my hand up and down just as he had. His copious flow of pre-come made my hand slip up and down his shaft easily. He thrust his hips up into my hand and groaned.
“That feels so good!” He moaned.

I released him and ran my hand up and down my cock.
“Yeah.” I said. “I think you’re right. Yours is about an inch or so longer.”
“Now feel my balls.” He said. “So we can compare those.”
“I don’t think so.” I said.
“Go on.” He said. “I really don’t mind. I like having my balls groped.”

He took my hand and put it on his balls. I gently fondled them and squeezed them. He moaned softly under his breath. I released him and he sighed.
“Now I suppose you want to feel mine.” I said.
“Yeah!” He replied. “You’ve had your feel now it’s my turn.”

He reached over and put his hand over my balls. He caressed them and squeezed them gently. I shuddered with excitement. This was all an incredible turn on.
“Yeah!” He whispered. “You’ve got good balls. The same size as mine. I think.”

He continued to fondle me so I grabbed his hand and pushed it away.
“Enough already,” I said. “That’s it. No more, okay?”

I made a pretence of putting my cock back in my shorts but he stopped me.
“Wait.” He said quickly. “Let’s not waste the moment. We’ve both got hard-ons and there’s no-one around. I’d like to jerk you off, if that’s okay.”
“I don’t know.” I said dubiously. “This is going further than I expected.”
“Come on.” He said with a small laugh. “What have you got to lose? I want to see you come. You might even enjoy it.”

I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that I would definitely enjoy it but I played along.
I hesitated again.
“Come on.” He said. “Be a sport. It’ll be fun. You can do me if you like.”
“Again a case of ‘I’ll do you if you do me’!”
“Right!” He said. “I want you to make me come.”
“What’s next? I’ll fuck you if you fuck me?” I said tartly.

“I don’t think it’ll come to that but if that’s what you want, sure why not. I could use a good fuck!” He said and gripped his cock and pumped his fist up and down a few times. “My cock’s ready for it and I reckon you’ve got a good tight, fuckable butt-hole!” I think he was really enjoying being a little coarse. I was loving it because it was really turning me on.

I pretended to think about it really hard and then I sat up and said. “Alright. I’ll jerk you off. But just a hand-job okay? Nothing else.”
“Sure why not.” He said. “Straddle me. I want you to drop your load on my chest.”

He undid his jacket and I saw that he was naked underneath it. He spread it open to reveal his magnificent hairy chest. I straddled his upper thighs and he gripped my cock in his fist. It was flowing pre-come freely so it was extremely wet already. I took hold of his cock and started to slowly stroke its wet, throbbing bulk.

“Yeah.” He whispered. “That’s really good.” His hand worked on my shaft, coaxing it to spew its milky offering. We slowly worked on each-other, our hands making slick, slippery, wet noises until finally, he moaned softly and his hips started their uncontrolled thrusting. Then he threw his helmeted head back and moaned long and loud and came all over himself.

The spurts of semen shot up his body, one after the other, the milky come dropping in strings onto his hairy chest. The last few spurts ran over my hand. This turned me on even more and I groaned softly and my back arched as I started to come. He quickly sat up and directed my spurts at his helmeted head.
“Yeah!” He moaned. “Come on my helmet. That is so hot!”

My semen splattered all over the visor of his helmet and his chest. He moaned as he pumped my cock to get the last spurts out.
“Yeah!” He remarked. “That was really good.” He released me and wiped his hand on his chest, smearing my semen into the hair. “Next time we get to fuck!”
“If there is a next time.” I replied. “Which I doubt very much!”

“Sure there’ll be a next time.” He said lustily. “You seem to be pretty easy and I reckon you’ll be panting for it! Think of my stiff dick up your butt-hole!”
“Yeah right.” I said a little peeved at being called ‘easy’. “But I don’t think so.”

I milked my cock of its last drops of come, wiped my hand clean on his chest and got off him. He put his cock away, zipped his pants and sat up. I did the same as he stood up and glanced around.
“I have to take you back now.” He said offhandedly, oblivious to my come which was still dripping off his helmet onto his hair covered chest.

Silently, almost as if we were both embarrassed by what had occurred, we went up to his bike, mounted and we drove off.
He took me back to where he’d picked me up and let me off the bike.
“Thanks.” He said softly. “That was pretty cool. See you next time. Then we can fuck each-other.”

With that, he sped off and I continued my walk to Lee’s apartment.
When I got there, he hadn’t arrived yet so I waited at his door for him.

Finally, he came bounding up the stairs. I was surprised to see that he was wearing a T-shirt and jeans and I had a horrible feeling that maybe I’d made a huge mistake and gone off with some random guy who just happened to look at lot like him in his biker’s gear.
“Hi!” He said as he unlocked his door. “Sorry I’m late, but I had a bit of a crisis at the office. I think I must give you a set of keys so you don’t have to wait for me.” My heart sank. We went into the apartment and he flopped down on the couch.
“So? How was your day?” He asked.
“Fine!” I said, maybe a little too quickly.

“What’s wrong?” He asked. “You look a little . . upset. What’s happened?”
“Nothing!” I said. “Nothing’s wrong. I just thought that you were wearing . . !” I stopped, now really worried that I had done something terrible. Couldn’t have though – I mean even the biker’s cock was the same as Lee’s, which I knew like the back of my own.
“Wearing what?” He asked. “This is what I put on this morning.” He frowned.
“Please do me a huge favor.” He continued. “I’ve left my jacket in the car. Won’t you get it for me? I’m really bushed.”

He tossed his car keys to me, put his head back and closed his eyes.
I went downstairs to his car and retrieved his jacket, a denim one. On my way back, I stopped at his bike and inspected it carefully. Then I saw them, the dried up tracks of my semen on his helmet.
I tore up the stairs and into the apartment. He hadn’t moved. He was still on the couch with a small smile on his lips. I pounced on him.

“You sorry bastard! There’s come all over your helmet!” I exclaimed. “You really had me worried for a moment.”
He laughed wildly and rolled me down onto the floor.
“I did, didn’t I?” He laughed. “That’ll teach you to go off with just any old guy that comes along.”