I always respected my neighbour, Mr. Cook, even though a lot of people didn’t. He was involved in a local motorcycle club called The Saint Reapers, but I never saw him do anything to anyone that they didn’t deserve. For the most part he was just like anyone else, only he wore a leather jacket and had a few tattoos.
My parents hated him. They constantly complained about his loud motorcycle, the fact that he was a gay biker, or even if he had let his grass grow for one day too long.
He wasn’t like any other guy I knew. There was something alluring about him that I could never quite put a finger on. Maybe it was his ink-covered arms. Maybe it was the way he walked. Or maybe it was simply his outright confidence.
He always intrigued me. How could such a man be so hated just for who he chose to associate with, or the simple fact he drove a motorcycle? It seemed all so weird to me.
I was out in the front yard cleaning up some of the garbage that had blown in from a large windstorm the previous day when I heard his bike roaring down the street.
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He pulled into his driveway and parked next to his house, bringing silence back to the neighbourhood.
“Hey, Mark,” he called out as he removed his helmet.
“Hey, Mr. Cook,” I replied, standing up to stretch my back.
“You know, you don’t need to call me that anymore. You’re eighteen now. Call me David,” he said as he began walking across his lawn in my direction.
I watched him. “Okay, David.”
“Much better,” he said as he stopped a few feet away from me. “I have a birthday present for you.”
“Oh, really? What is it?” I said excitedly. He had never given me a present before.
He chuckled. “It wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you! I can show you, though, if you’d like. Come with me.”
I was curious now, putting another handful of garbage in the bag before setting everything down on the grass. I followed him back toward his house.
“Wait here,” he said as he went inside.
He came back out a few seconds later with another helmet in his other hand.
“Put that on,” he said as he handed it to me.
I was excited now. I’d never been on a motorcycle before. After so many years of asking, he was finally going to take me for a ride! If my parents ever found out, they would kill me.
He sat down first and I sat behind him, shyly wrapping my hands around his hips. David grabbed my hands and pulled me closer to him, encircling my arms more snugly around his hard body and pressing my chest right against his back.
“You have to hold on tight,” he told me.
The smell of his musky masculinity filled my nostrils, and I could feel an unexpected tension forming between my legs. He started the bike and the engine vibrations rolled through my body, increasing the tension even further. Embarrassed, I tried to wiggle backward on the seat a little to make sure Mr. Cook didn’t feel anything.
We rolled back out of his driveway and onto the road. My heart began to race as I quickly learned that the secure feeling of a car was nowhere to be found on a bike.
I began to feel like the coolest guy ever sitting on the back of a motorcycle with a true bad-ass biker. He took me out onto the highway and his bike roared as he took it full throttle.
A rush of adrenaline coursed through my veins as he sped off down the street. I felt free, alive. A smile spread across my face as I laughed with excitement.
Eventually he pulled off the highway, and I was beginning to wonder where he was taking me. Clearly it was not just for a drive. He had some specific location in mind.
Corner after corner, he was slowly honing in on our final destination. When I saw a line of bikes parked next to a wall, I knew exactly where we were going. He parked his bike in the line just outside of the unmarked building.
The roaring between my legs came to a halt and David took off his helmet.
“Your present is inside,” he said.
I got off the bike and followed him to the door, trying desperately to hide the erection that had formed in my pants. Sticking my hand underneath my waistband, I pulled the tip of my penis upward so the bulge wouldn’t be obvious. The vibrations of the bike had felt so good that I didn’t really want to get off of it.
Inside, I didn’t see anything that would have been a present. There were a few rough looking men playing pool and a couple others standing around talking. There were definitely no ribbons or bows in this place.
“Here he is!” David called out as we got closer to the men.
They all stopped what they were doing before forming a crowd around me. I began to feel a little uncertain. What were these guys going to give me for my birthday?
“He’s definitely a pretty little thing,” one of them said.
“Yeah, I can’t wait to show him a good time,” another chimed in.
I wasn’t sure how to take that. I stepped closer to David. He turned to me and took my hand in his.
“Mark, I know your parents raised you to be a good little boy and told you that you should never trust me. But you’re smart. You realize that not everything they say should be taken as a fact. There’s another world out there you should experience. Have you ever experimented with a man before?”
His question was blunt and unexpected.
“Um… no. Never,” I replied.
“Good. Then you’re in for a treat.”
He began unbuckling his belt, and soon he was stepping out of his pants. I could feel my cock stiffening unexpectedly all over again as I gazed upon his. It slowly began rising toward me as his blood rushed through it.
The foreskin that had once covered the head slowly pulled back, revealing a tip that was much darker than the length as it got longer. It was similar to mine, but also so much different. He took my hand and guided it up to his shaft.
I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do. Part of me wanted to touch it. The other part knew that what I was doing was naughty and wrong.
The choice wasn’t really mine, though. Surrounded by so many burly men, I decided it was best to just go along with it.
I crouched down and took his cock into my hand, stroking it as it swelled further within my grasp.
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“Good boy,” he groaned from above me.
Another one of the men began unbuckling his pants before dropping them to his ankles as well. His cock was already half grown and yet again, it was just a little bit different than mine or David’s. It was longer and the skin was darker. I felt the urge to grab onto it as he took a few steps closer to me, but I resisted. I didn’t want to feel like a biker’s little bitch or something.
“Jack looks like he could use a hand too, Mark,” David said as he grabbed my other hand, leading it to Jack’s now fully-hardened dick.
I stroked the two men in tandem as Jack ran his fingers through my short hair, caressing my scalp. The sensations their attentions invoked were unlike anything I’d ever felt before. I knew that if my parents found out about this I’d be grounded for eternity, but the more I stroked their cocks, the less worried I felt.
David reached down and began rubbing my tiny little nipples through my shirt, pinching them until they hardened. It was weird, but I kind of enjoyed it.
“Take your shirt off,” he commanded.
At this point, I was already in deeper than I should have been. It no longer mattered if I complied or not—the results would be much the same. So I did what my body wanted.
I briefly let go of their cocks and tossed my shirt onto the ground next to their pants.
“Good boy,” David said.
I don’t know what came over me in that moment, but I couldn’t control myself. I had become so hungry for cock. The desire to have one fill each of my holes overwhelmed me.
Lunging forward, I took David into my mouth. He let out a satisfied groan, clearly enjoying what I was doing to him.
My tongue swirled around his head as I bobbed back and forth. Not long after I began, a salty taste began coating my tongue. The delicious flavor gracing my taste buds and making me even more desperate as I continued pleasuring him in ways I’d never imagined I would. I wanted more, and luckily, I knew these guys would give it to me.
David grabbed me under my arms and lifted me to my feet. He quickly tore my belt loose and yanked my pants off before bending me over the pool table.
With my ass bared to each and every one of the men, I felt so vulnerable, so exposed. All eyes were on me as David positioned himself directly behind my rear end. Soon I could feel his hard cock pressing up against my tight little hole. He spread some cool lube all over my hole with the tip of his dick before he thrust straight into me.
I gasped for air as he filled me with everything he had. He pistoned inside of me, each thrust harder than the last. His animalistic grunts mingled with the sharp sound of his hips colliding against me, filling the room with a sweet, carnal cacophony. Each time his body rammed into mine, my thighs pressed harder against the edges of the pool table. I knew there’d be bruises. I didn’t care.
His balls grazed against mine each time he drove himself into me. To him, I was no longer the nice little boy next door. I was his new toy; I was his to use and play with.
Then, without a word from anyone, I heard the sound of pants dropping to the floor all around me. The sound was like music to my lustful ears. I wanted more. I needed it.
David pulled out of me, and before I could even turn my head around to see what was happening, I had a different hard cock pressing up against my gaping asshole as another man took hold.
This one was bigger. It filled me up, stretching me wider. I could barely take it all. My cock twitched against the cool wood at the thought of having such a big dick inside of me, at the fact that I didn’t even know whose it was.
I screamed with pleasure as he grabbed onto my hips and dug his fingers in, pulling me back against him in time with his thrusts.
“Let’s make this little bitch moan,” one of the men grumbled from behind me.
Seconds later, I heard the all too familiar sound of a vibrator humming. Until now, toys like that made up most of the action I got. I was quickly learning how much better a hard, warm cock was though.
Then I felt the vibrations. Someone held the smooth device up against the base of my shaft from below, causing my moans to intensify and my muscles to contract. I searched for anything to grab onto, but I could find nothing but pool balls.
The pressure was building inside of me as the mystery man continued having his way with my body. I was ready to erupt at any moment.
The man inside me pulled himself out, his place quickly taken by another. Each cock that filled me was just a little bit different than the last.
The men took their turns using my body and filling me with their length. I felt like such a man whore and I couldn’t believe how much I enjoyed the attention.
Another cock plunged inside me. This one was the biggest yet. It filled me right to the brim, and I knew there was no way I could take anything bigger.
He slapped his hips hard against me as the vibrator continued to push me closer and closer to the edge.
I was howling, wailing, unable to contain my pleasure any longer. Each muscle in my body uncontrollably flexed as pulses of my cum shot out and coated the ground below me. I was left in a panting mess as the man pulled himself out of me.
“Are you ready for your present?” I heard David say from behind me.
He grabbed onto my hips and tore me from the pool table, throwing me to my knees in front of the group of men. They were all standing in a semi-circle, stroking their cocks that were still shining from the lube that had been forced into my ass.
I watched eagerly as I waited for what was to come. Then one of them began erupting all over my right cheek. He covered me in his gooey cum, his warmth slowly dripping down the side of my face as he groaned.
Then all at once, the rest of the men blew stream after stream of their silken gift all over me. I closed my eyes as they covered my face, my chest, and every other part of me with their jizz. Each of their groans fulfilled me in ways I hadn’t imagined possible. I felt satisfaction; pride.
After the final stream hit me, I reached up to my face to wipe my eyes clean. David tossed me a towel.
“How did you like your present?” he asked as I wiped myself off.
I smiled, knowing full well what the answer was, but I didn’t want to say it out loud.
He took me home after I got dressed and I quickly jumped into the shower before my parents got home.
Just as I was almost done drying off, I heard my mom from down the hall: “Supper!”
Quickly dressing in the same clothes I had been wearing earlier, I made my way to the dining room.
“Mr. Cook hasn’t even cleaned his yard yet,” my dad complained. “He’s such a slob.”
I just sat in silence, knowing full well that if I hadn’t cleaned ours, it would still be just as dirty as his was.
“Yeah, he’s got all kinds of junk all over the place. Garbage, newspapers… he’s probably even got some condoms in there from the little fools he brings home all the time,” my mom replied.
“If he even uses condoms,” my dad muttered.
My mom sighed. “I wish he would just move away.”
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I couldn’t listen to this any longer. My parents had been unreasonable about him for too long.
“What do you guys have against him, anyway?” I chimed in. “Have you even tried talking to him like an actual person?”
My dad looked at me then, fixing me in a piercing stare. “He’s not a person. He’s the scum of the earth,” he said.
“I’m just saying, you haven’t even given him a chance. Just because he rides a motorcycle doesn’t make him the scum of the earth.”
“Why are you trying to defend him?” my mom asked.
I didn’t really know what to say about that. I couldn’t tell them it was because of the present he gave me earlier today, but I knew that was the reason I finally spoke up, even though I’d felt like this for a long time.
“Never mind,” I said, retreating from the argument. It wasn’t worth the energy to fight with them about this.
The two of them spent the rest of the evening complaining about whatever they could, but mostly Mr. Cook. I began to feel bad for him, always having people hating him for no reason at all.
Their conversation kept my mind on him for the rest of the evening. I kept replaying my present over and over again in my head.
Eventually, my parents went to bed, as did I. Still horny from my thoughts, I searched through my sock drawer for my hidden fleshlight. Even though it was designed to feel like a pussy it would be good enough and I couldn’t resist myself. It was a good time to use it, while the memory was still fresh in my mind.
I turned on a little music to cover any groans that I would make. My dick pulsed with excitement as I lubed up my toy and slid it down the length of my shaft. Quiet groans escaped my lips as I used it to please myself.
Then I heard the sound of a motorcycle rumbling from outside my window. It planted the seed of an evil plan I just knew my parents would hate. My dick was the one in control now, and it needed another present.
I stowed away my toy, making a mental note to clean it later when I got home. Then I quickly put on a white t-shirt and some basketball shorts, knowing full well there was no need to dress in anything else.
My room was on the second floor, but I was lucky enough to have a small balcony just outside my window. I had never used it to sneak out before, but I saw it happen in the movies, so I knew exactly what to do.
Opening my window, I pulled the screen off and quietly set it down on the roof outside. I crawled out and jumped to a nearby tree to climb down to the ground.
David was inside already. I could see the blue glow of his television playing through his living room drapes. I snuck around to his back door and quietly opened it, stealing inside.
I walked around his house as silently as I could, slowly making my way to the living room. He was lying down on his couch as I approached. I caught him in the middle of watching a dirty porno. A young boy who closely resembled me was getting pounded from behind by a strong, older man.
“Boo!” I screamed as I jumped on top of his naked body. His cock was hard and I felt it brush against my stomach as he yelped in surprise.
“Don’t ever do that again!” he bellowed as he tossed me onto the floor.
I felt bad. His tone was not a happy one at all. But before I could stand back up and tell him I was sorry, I could feel his hands on my hips.
Effortlessly, he lifted me up and put me over his knee.
Slap!
The sting of a firm hand coming down on my ass rippled through my body. I wailed in a mix of pain and pleasure as his hand continued to pelt my ass, turning it red as the tip of his cock.
He slapped my butt five or six times before he stood up, lifting me with him face to face.
“You want more, you filthy little boy?” he groaned as set me down on my feet.
His hands found their way under the waistband of my shorts and he ripped them off, tossing the shreds aside. I had angered the beast within him.
I looked down over his ripped body, covered in tattoos and sexy as all hell. My ass couldn’t wait to see what an angry beast could do to it.
He spun me around to face away from him before planting a firm hand in the middle of my back and pushing me down. I could feel the warmth of his cock between my legs as he bent me over in front of him.
Grabbing onto each of my arms, I could feel a warm dribble of spit slide down between my cheeks to meet his cock that was pressing against my tight hole. He spread it around before ramming his cock in deep and pulling me back against him with a deep groan. I cried out for him again as he threw his body against mine.
He wasn’t toying around with me this time, treating me rough, just as I deserved. He thrust in and out of my dark tunnel at breakneck speed, fucking me with reckless abandon.
I didn’t know what had happened to me. In a single day, I had turned from the good little boy next door into his little fuck toy. I couldn’t help but enjoy it, though; the way he was able to reach the far depths of my asshole was something I could no longer live without. My body would need more.
Dropping my arms to my sides, he began leaning over me with just enough weight to force me onto my hands and knees. He came down with me, his cock not leaving my grip as I lowered myself.
I spread my legs, allowing him complete access as he repositioned himself behind me. I was his for the taking; he could do as he pleased with my body.
His thrusting began again, heated as ever as the sound of skin on skin echoed throughout his living room. I found myself wishing to be like the boy in his porno, to be used by a sexy man for the pleasure of others.
David wrapped his arm around my waist and took my hard dick into his strong grip. He stroked me with his cock still deep inside my ass. I could feel the ecstacy building within, the pressure was ready to explode at any minute. He leaned over me further and soon I could feel his hot breath on my ear as he moaned and groaned in pure bliss.
Those little groans quickly became the same grunts that I remembered hearing just before the bikers began cumming all over my face. I knew he was close and I couldn’t wait to be covered once again.
“I always knew you were a filthy little boy,” he grumbled in my ear before he removed his cock from me and stood up, letting my cock go unsatisfied. “Here’s another present.”
David yanked on my shoulder with one hand and threw me backward. I got back on my knees, this time facing him, watching as he stroked his cock just the same as he had earlier today. I took it into my mouth, desperate to taste his white mess.
Stroking the length of his shaft with my hand as I bobbed my head back and forth, I could hear his pleasure sounds from above.
Then it happened. He let out a throaty groan and the first shot filled my mouth. Stream after stream of his desire spilled out into me as I swallowed as much as I could. He let out one final sigh as I looked up to him, awaiting my next command.
“Now go home,” he ordered as he picked up his pair of boxers from the floor and put them on.
I couldn’t help but feel like a tool, used and discarded. But there was still that other part of me that was incredibly happy just to have satisfied his needs.
“Can I have a new pair of shorts to wear home?”
He looked to the ground at my unwearable clothes and thought for a second before he took his off again and handed them to me.
“There, now go.”
I sensed more compassion in David’s voice now, and that made me feel a lot better. I took the shorts from him and put them on before leaving.
Climbing back up the tree, I quietly made my way back into my room. I put the screen back on over the window and closed it before making my way to the bathroom for another shower. I couldn’t risk smelling like gay sex when I woke up the next day. If my parents ever found out about my dirty little secret, they would disown me
