Date: Sun, 19 Sep 1999 16:12:47 0100 From: Stephan Raven Subject: The Biker Leathers Affair - Prologue Story code: t/t Standard disclaimer: This story features teenage boys having sex with each other and (in later instalments), older guys. If it's illegal for you to read it, please don't This is the sequel to the Red Swim-Trunks Affair. Comments can be sent to Stephan_raven@gay-mail.net *** THE BIKER LEATHERS AFFAIR PROLOGUE -- WHEN YOU WALK THROUGH THE STORM... Josh leaped into the air, smashing the tennis racquet down in a lethal stroke. Sean lunged forward, but he didn't stand a chance - and the game was over. Josh threw back his head and gave a howl of victory. "Game ... set and ... match ... to the ... werewolf" Sean gasped. Funny guy. Josh walked over and exchanged a wet French kiss over the net, feeling the mesh cut into his groin through the material of his thin shorts. Sean reached under his shirt and slid his fingers over the pecs, the sweat on Josh's body making the movement smooth and effortless. It wasn't much of a tennis court - just a beaten-down rectangle of earth cut out of the long grass, really - but that was pretty much in keeping with the Urquart estate. No landscaping, not much gardening - just nature running wild and untamed. Which suited the personalities of its inhabitants... Having enjoyed the dynamite group-fuck here a few weeks ago, Josh had actually discovered the names of the people he'd been screwing. Sean had laughed when he discovered that Josh didn't even know the names of Owain (aka Marlboro Man), and Chris (Surf Dude), before he'd had sex with them. "Shocking", he'd chortled in a British accent that Josh had thought (at the time), he was faking. "Weren't you brought up to ask 'With whom an I having the pleasure?'" That was how Josh discovered that Sean was half-British (hence the foreskin, which has been providing them both with all kinds of fun). The English part of the family were barons or something (_baronets_, Sean corrected him; he'd laughed like mad when Josh asked if they weren't just, like, barons who hadn't grown up yet?), who married into American money. Sean's parents were both career people; he spent a lot of time being shuffled between relatives on both sides of the Atlantic. Hence the way his accent kept changing; boys being boys, he'd quickly learnt to use the right accent for the right schoolyard. He'd got dumped here with cousin Owain for the first time a couple of years ago. Owain was annoyed at first that he'd have to be on his best behaviour and give up his third-generation trust-fund baby gay lifestyle, but once Sean discovered his cousin's huge collection of gay erotica ... and got caught masturbating frantically over it ... the rest was history. Josh was distracted from his musings by a huge spot of rain that hit him in the eye. "Damn", Josh snarled as he looked at the sky. It had been overcast all afternoon, but now the storm clouds had cut off the sun, forming a great purple-back mass looming over the two boys like a mountain about to fall on their heads. "C'mon ... if we run we can just make it back into the house..." "Or", Sean proposed calmly "We could stay out here". "You're nuts!" "Are _very_ full, yes. And don't you get off on the idea of making out in the middle of a thunderstorm?" "Absolutely not", Josh said as his cock threatened to burst out of his shorts. Sean vaulted over the net and pushed Josh down towards the ground. "That's what I thought", he whispered softly in Josh's ear, pushing his shirt up. Josh raised his arms, partly to help Sean lift the shirt off, but mostly because he knew that the sight of his smooth pits drove the other boy wild. Sure enough, Sean's mouth swooped down, licking and nuzzling, while his expert fingers pinched Josh's nipples into full erection. Josh lay back, running his hands across Sean's smooth, tight ass as the weight of his body bore down. He could feel Sean's cock, pressing against his own, both of them painfully constricted by their tight shorts. Sean lifted himself up and gazed down at Josh, preparing to lower his mouth into another wet kiss. As he did so, there was a tremendous crash of thunder from overhead, and a flare of lightening illuminated his face. The raw, primal lust there mirrored Josh's own, the burst of light giving him a subtly demonic aspect Josh gasped out a choked-off snort of laughter through his heavy breathing. "Huh? What's so funny?" Josh reached under Sean's shirt, stroking his fingernails delicately around his nipples, tickling him. He always got horny ... er, hornier ... when Josh did that to him. "I was just thinking ... you're in the same position ... that Grace Jones was in ... in _Vamp_ ... and the way that flash lit you up ...". Sean laughed as well, deep in his throat. "If I ever grow fangs, it's not his _neck_ I'll be biting, buddy. I vant to suck your ... cum". Then the thunderstorm begins in earnest. Great curtains of water fling themselves across the tennis court, and over their bodies. The wind roared around them, stealing their breath. The sudden drenching turned the thin, white clothes they were wearing almost transparent. Josh could see Sean's nipples through his shirt, the darkness of his pubes under the shorts. By mutual agreement, neither of them was wearing any underwear, and Josh buckled his hips slightly, raising the dark swelling at his crotch for Sean's inspection. "Yes!", Sean was screaming, the word almost carried away by the wind. Frantically, he ripped his shirt off, spreading his arms wide and leaning back, relishing the feeling as torrents of water lashed across his skin like liquid whips. Leaning back like that, it was easy for Josh to overbalance him. He fell onto his back, and Josh covered his body, nursing at his engorged nipples. Sean lay spread-eagled beneath Josh as the other boy kissed his way down his stomach and licked at his almost-visible dick through the drenched material. Josh popped the button and dragged the shorts down, just far enough to expose the bulging cock to his greedy view. The shorts were only about half-way down Sean's legs, but Josh don't care ... it was enough to expose the cock and ass of his boyfriend and the elements. Yum ... feast time. Josh slobbered his way down the length, feeling the head bump against the back of his throat and make him gag slightly. Then Josh pulled back, probing the bulb and piss-slit with short, stabbing motions of his tongue. Sean was grunting and moaning, barely audible over the howl of the wind. "Oh yeah ... Josh, you beautiful fucking stud, go down on me like a cheap whore ... it makes that monster dick of yours rock-hard to swallow my meat, doesn't it? ... yeah. Give me that monster between your legs, Josh, I want to be your bitch ... your slut ..." Matching actions to words, Sean squirmed around beneath Josh, moving into the 69 position. The tennis court was rapidly turning to mud underneath them, and Sean's back and ass got smeared with it as he moved. Then his tongue did a slow orbit of Josh's cock-head, spreading an incredible thrill out along his spine. Raising himself slightly, Josh opened his asshole to the storm, allowing the water to lubricate him. Sean had been doing most of the bottoming over the last couple weeks, and Josh figured he owed them both a favour. Reaching into the pocket of his lowered shorts for a rubber demanded a certain amount of concentration with his fuck-buddy's cock in his mouth, and Sean apparently decided to take advantage of the distraction. Without warning, he flipped Josh over. Josh felt a sudden shock of cold as the wet mud squelched against his back, and uttered a mock snarl of rage around the meat in his mouth. A curious, slow-motion wrestling contest developed, with the two boys trying to push each other over while keeping hold of each others dicks. The real key was distraction - doing something to the other guy's dick that diverted him long enough for his opponent to shift him. Horny teenage boys, Josh discovered, can be VERY inventive... They were both covered in water and mud when Josh finally got the rubber out of his shorts. Sean stopped pushing against him, watching Josh roll the latex onto his cock with a gleam in his eyes that had nothing to do with the lightening now strobing overhead. "On your face", he yelled into Josh's ear. Josh hesitated for a second, then thought "What the hell?" The mud felt cold against his hard nipples and harder cock at first, but his body heat started to warm it surprisingly quickly. As Josh squirmed from the delicious feeling of Sean's dick penetrating his ring and caressing his prostate, his own dick was rubbing against the soggy ground. Yes! Josh didn't even have to reach under himself to touch it - the wetness, the fluidity, the slight feel of friction against the sensitive head as Sean ploughed down into him -- they were enough to send Josh racing towards orgasm. His cock and excited nipples felt as if a giant tongue was rubbing up against them, teasing them. Josh clenched his ass cheeks against Sean as he felt the other boy start to erupt inside you. The sensation sent him over the edge, and his seed surged out onto the ground as another clap of thunder heralded his equally thunderous release. *** A while later... Josh and Sean were lying together on his bed, naked. After the tennis courts, and a shared shower, they'd had their fill of sex for a little while, and were just enjoying lying alongside each other, occasionally fondling each others' half-hard cocks. There was a sudden knock - more of a hearty bang, really - on the door. "Come", yelled Sean. Yup, he'd mastered the art of the single entendre all right ... The guy who walked into the room was a vision. About their own age, with long, dirty-blonde hair tied back in a ponytail, vivid green eyes, and something truly incredible showing in front of the ripped jeans spray-painted to his legs. Josh couldn't see his torso through the baggy shirt ... but he _had_ seen it, before. He _knew_ this guy... "Hi, KK", Sean said, unconcerned as always by his nakedness. KK seemed to appreciate it, though - he'd obviously got something on his mind, but those emerald eyes still checked out the two guys' meat, automatically. "The map's gone from the map room. Have you seen it?" "Map room?" Sean frowned "We haven't got a map room". "Next to the pool", KK said, a bit impatiently. "Oh, you mean the one with all those floor-to-ceiling shelves..." "Yeah" "Containing vast quantities of audio-visual material and literature celebrating the joys of gay sexuality..." "Uh, yeah. But..." "And that has maps in it?" "Well, _a_ map. The one on the big table, that shows all the bike trails". "And that's gone?" "YEAH!!!" "This is serious." "Too fucking right. We need that map this weekend". "Worse. We also have to figure out what we're going to call the map room now that it doesn't have a map in it". KK gives him a dirty look and made his exit, slamming the door behind him. Josh found his voice. "Was that KURT KARLSTEIN??" "We call him KK, but yes. Do you know him?" Know him? The legend of the school shower room? Mister Seven Inches Flacid? "He's GAY?" "Not exclusively. But he _prefers_ guys, most of the time. "Uh ... so what happens this weekend?" "A little bike trip. I was working up to inviting you along, but I wasn't sure how to raise it. A bunch of gay guys in black leather, riding off into the woods miles from anywhere ... I didn't know if you'd be interested in OWWW, that hurt!" "Good" ____________________________________________________________________________ Thank you for using the Free Gay-Mail service (www.gay-mail.net / www.gay-mail.co.uk) Sponsored by: The Internet UK Gay Guides - www.gaybritain.co.uk - The largest collection of UK gay information / entertainment sites