FIN-049 Black Leather Biker

FOREWORD

The boy was fairly old for the tastes of the black leather biker. He preferred them very young, and this boy looked to be about twenty two.

However, he was blonde and slim and cute, and he would do. The black leather biker pulled up alongside of him. “Need a lift?”

“Oh wow,” the kid said, “I sure do. Thanks.” He got up onto the back of the bike.

“Now,” the biker said, when they were set to go, “you just put your arms around my waist and hold on tight.”

He grabbed the kid’s arms and wrapped them around himself, and started up, vavoom. He placed the kid’s hands right at the top of the waistline of his skin tight jeans.

The boy’s hands closed over the patch of slightly hairy skin at the very base of the biker’s torso. His t-shirt rode all the way up on his body. He felt the boy’s hands over his stomach. It was going to be some ride.