Date: Sun, 18 Sep 2016 16:01:39 +0000
From: Jake Scott <mosap3r3@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Stud part 2

I stood there, looking into the mirror. What the fuck had just happened?
What the fuck had I allowed to happen?

Seconds later, the door swung open again. Oh God - it was Kim.

"Ben, what's going on? What's taking you so long? You alright? I just saw
that mean, biker looking chap coming out of here. Did he hurt you? I knew
he was up to no good the moment we stepped foot in here. If I..."

"Kim, Kim! It's okay. I was just a little ill that's all. I felt a bit
queasy and he was helping me. It's okay. I'm sorry I took so long. Look,
just give me a second to clean up and I'll be right out."

I lied. But it was the best I could think of at the moment. Hopefully it
wouldn't dawn on her that I and the bathroom smelt of fresh arse and cum...

"Umm... okay. If you're sure... But don't be too long babes."

With that, she exited and I could breathe just a little easier for a moment
or two.

I tried to compose myself as best I could and took a deep breath as I
exited the bathroom to my waiting girlfriend. Kim was waiting with her
shopping bags for me.

"Let's get these to the car" I said, wanting to get home and get cleaned up
properly as soon as possible.

We walked to the car and Kim got into the front seat as I loaded up the
boot with her multiple purchases. Then, I heard the sound of a motorcycle
being started and reved up. I turned round to look. It was him. In the
distance. I truly don't know what compelled me to do this, but suddenly I
had this strong urge to speak to him. I didn't want to let him leave. I
shouldn't have. I should have wanted to get away from there as quickly as
possible, away from the whole madness of this scene, but something in my
heart said no. I had to go up to him. I couldn't let this first time be the
last time with this stud.

"Um... Kim, I'll just be a second. I think I forgot something in the
bathroom."

She shouted something back, no doubt to admonish me, but I wasn't
listening. I had already shot off like a dart towards my stud. I got to the
other end of the car park just before he was about to set off. He looked so
fucking manly, even now. A true stud in his leathers, oozing a brand of
leathery laid back machismo that was driving me wild.

He stopped as he realised I had returned, staring at me through his black
helmet visor, maybe not sure who I was or what I wanted. He turned off his
engine and swung his meaty jean covered thigh over the seat as he got off
his bike to investigate. As he took off his helmet there was a look of
curiosity in his eyes. The rest of his face remained without any betrayal
of his emotion. And then, he realised the significance of this. Of me, the
young prim guy he had just fucked in the loo running up to him like some
love-sick schoolgirl begging him not to leave her. His eyes lit up with a
devilish mischief. Like a spider who realises a particularly juicy fly has
just flown into its web.

Suddenly my heart began to pound through my chest again, and I realised it
wasn't from being breathless from running all the way over here. I also
realised I didn't know what the fuck to say either. Shit. I just stood
there like a lemon in front of him with a pleading look in my
eyes. Luckily, he seemed to be able to read them well enough.

"So?" he said, taking a step closer towards me, entering into my personal
zone.

I opened my mouth to try and say something, anything... but no coherent
words would come out. Luckily, he interupted me.

"So, you liked it so much..." he said taking another small step towards me,
so that we were now again, practically nose to nose, "...that you came here
running back for more?"

I realised that it wasn't quite the glib statement of an alpha male, it was
kind of... a question. His eyes expected a reply.

"Y-yes" I said transfixed by them.

"Well.." he said, softly but surely so that his warm breath flitted over my
own lips "...that's lucky, cause I think I like you boy. You'll make a
good..."

He didn't finish his sentence. I don't think it was meant to be
finished. Instead, he simply grabbed the back of my head with his leather
gloved hand, and kissed me passionately, right there in the parking lot
where anybody could see. I say he kissed me, it was more like leaving his
mark, his scent on me, on my lips, on my nose, on my face. His big sloppy
salivery mark on me. Clearly he didn't care that we were basically out in
public, and I, I should have been embarrassed I suppose - this stud of a
man kissing me and making it patently clear that he was the boss in this
pairing and I was little more than his sexual toy, his play thing, and
worse than that his willingly submissive play thing.

A wicked, crooked grin appeared on his face as he realised no doubt, that
he could pretty much do as he pleased with me. I felt his gloved hand grab
my own, and move it towards his crotch. His cock was rock hard again, and
he held my hand there firmly for a few seconds, his eyes never leaving
mine. It was as if he was examining me for some reaction, asking himself if
I really was as submissive as he'd hoped, checking whether I'd flinch and
run away. I should have I guess. This wasn't how real men were supposed to
behave, feeling the cock of another man through his jeans in a public
place. The trouble was, the moment I felt that girthy cock again, my
arsehole started to twitch again with an excitement I can't readily
describe, filling me with an electric anticipation of what might follow.

Just then, an estate car started to roll by slowly passing where we were
standing. Oh God. I flinched slightly by way of a reaction, not wanting
this car's occupants to see me here in this situation my hand feeling up
the crotch of another man. As I flinched, my stud held me firmly, keeping
it there against his cock. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught the driver
- a middle aged balding man. His eyes widened as he surveyed the scene he
was passing. This just made me even more excited, and my arsehole twitched
again at what was all happening.

"Good" said my apparently satisfied stud, and as the car passed into the
distance, he let go of my hand. His eyes told me I could let go too now. I
was confused. Had I passed his test?

"Be at Central Station Friday night, 9pm. Don't be late."

That was all he said to me as he put his helmet back on, and got back on
his bike and started up.

"B-bye." I meekly said as he rode off, not hearing me.

Fuck. Friday? That was a whole six days away... what was I going to do now?
I tried to hide my own raging boner poking against my trousers as I walked
slowly, sheepishly back to the car. Oh God, I hoped Kim had not witnessed
any of what had just gone on. I guess the fact that this was only beginning
to concern me now showed where my true inclinations lay...

I found Kim sat happily in the front passenger seat, nattering on her
mobile phone to her mother. She hadn't seen anything. As I got in the
driver's seat I acknowledged her with a smile and started up the
engine. Kim chatted throughout the journey home to her mum, but that was
fine with me. I had so much swirling round in my head. What the fuck was I
playing at? Sure, Kim was kind of annoying I suppose, but we were supposed
to be in a relationship. She didn't deserve this - her boyfriend getting
groped willingly in public by a perfect male stranger. And enjoying it at
that. But, at the same time I couldn't deny that he made me feel alive like
she had never done before. Like no girl had ever done before. Or no guy for
that matter. I just felt so electric around him. Like there was magic in
the air drawing me to him or something. I didn't even know this stud's
name. And he hadn't bothered to ask mine... and yet here I was giddy like a
schoolgirl at what wonders next Friday night might hold.

That night, Kim cooked us a nice steak dinner and loaded both our glasses
with a nice Chilean shiraz. That meant she was feeling frisky. We ended up
in bed with me pounding her as she moaned like never before. She commented
afterwards with patronising surprise in her voice:

"Oh, babes!! I didn't know you had it in you! I should cook you steak and
ply you with wine more often!" Yeah, thanks. If only she knew the truth was
that I was imagining my nameless biker stud fucking my hole that hard, and
me laid underneath like you were, moaning in ecstasy like my life depended
on it.