Brief Encounters

Brief Encounters Anthology

Chapter 13

The Biker

Often in life, we walk past mysterious people--people we may never see again, people we might have a lot in common with to form friendships or even relationships. For example, working in customer service, you sit there and talk with someone and learn you have a lot in common--perhaps even feelings for them. Then dread comes up to your throat like a lump of phlegm, knowing that this person is about to leave and possibly never come back.

It's the unfortunate life of working in retail, and I am currently in that situation, working as a cashier for my parents' shop. My name is Alex, and I am a 21-year-old college student studying physics at UCLA. I work part-time at the shop to pay for my essentials, gas, insurance, clothes, etc. My parents help me pay for my apartment.

My last relationship ended a few months ago, and I've been going through a dry spell in the sex department. I know there are apps to hook up on, but to be honest, it sometimes feels scary to use those apps. So I avoid them. The one time I did use the app, I got a ton of notifications after posting a near-naked selfie. The only piece of clothing I had on was a pair of gray Calvin Klien briefs. My slender body with almost no hair appealed to many men. I was getting DM's like crazy. Most of them were straight-up dick pics, while others were genuine offers to hook up. However, I felt overwhelmed and deleted the app.

It's a scary world we live in.

The world had changed so much. Before, you'd find someone at a bar or a club and then hook up. Nowadays, it is in your pocket. When I talk about the subject with friends, they think of me as an old-timer despite my young age. Perhaps it was wishful thinking to believe a hot guy would just walk into my life and whisk me away.

It turns out that is what happened.

It was a warm fall day in Southern California, and I was manning the cashier for my parents' store. The roar of a motorcycle engine broke me from my boredom of staring at afternoon soap operas. I turned to see a black Kawasaki Ninja backing up to a parking space in the front of the store. Its driver had an athletic figure; he wore snug black jeans and a black biker jacket. The helmet was two-tone in color; the upper half was black, while the bottom half was white. I watched him as he bent forward to wipe something off the small windshield of his bike. My eyes widened as I saw his jacket lift upward and reveal a white waistband.

The sight alone got me aroused.

I broke my stare when the biker got off the motorcycle and entered the store. His helmet remained on his head. He walked up to me and spoke. His voice was muffled due to the helmet, but I still understood him: "Do you guys have a restroom?"

I nodded, "We do, but it's for customers. I'm sorry, it's my father's rule."

"Can I pay after?"

"Of course."

I pointed to the back of the store, where the bathroom was. He walked down the middle aisle of the store with my eyes glued to his plump butt cheeks inside his jeans. Each cheek moved up and down with each step. He turned his head from side to side, looking at the items on the racks, possibly pondering what he would be buying. I almost thought about letting him use the restroom for free, but perhaps an interaction like paying for something would provide more information on this mysterious guy.

When the mysterious biker returned, he walked down the same aisle. I watched him as he looked through the items on the shelves. My eyes gaze at his form, slowly going down to the bulge in his snug pants. The perfect little crease in his crotch allowed for the secured package to be seen. I had to admit I was growing an erection, so I stopped. The last thing I wanted was for my father to see a tent in my pants on the security cameras.

The biker approached the counter with a bag of chips and a candy bar. I began to scan the items. "Oh, these are the new Hot Cheetos," I said to spark a conversation.

"Yeah, have you tried them?" he replied.

"I have, they're quite good. But not spicy like they say there are on the label," I rang him up, "Total is $5.46."

"Oh, before I forget, a pack of Marlboro Reds."

A smoker? I thought. I don't know why I found that to be hot; I've never smoked nor had a desire to do so. But perhaps it just added to the allure of this mysterious man.

I scanned the pack and gave him his new order. The biker slid his card into the reader, and I turned to look outside at his bike. He noticed me staring at his bike and said, "Do you like motorcycles?"

I turned to him, "I've never been on one. What kind of motorcycle is it?"

"It's a Kawasaki Ninja ZX-10R."

I nodded as I waited for the receipt on the slow machine. I knew it was a Kawasaki Ninja, but the rest of the model type is what lost me. "It sounds nice."

"It goes fast," he said.

"I like to go fast," I muttered.

"What?"

"Sorry, I said I wish this machine went fast."

The receipt was finally printed, and I handed it to him; that's when the dread came. The dread

of knowing he was about to walk out of my store and my life. I didn't understand why I felt this way about him; I didn't even know what he looked like. But perhaps that didn't matter; maybe it was just that I was meeting a hot biker. A preference I never thought I had.

The motorcycle roared to life, and I watched him drive off. And he was gone.

A few days passed, and the biker didn't return, further fueling the fear that he was gone from my life. Was I so desperate that I lingered on a man I barely knew? A man who probably wasn't even gay like me? A man with whom only a few words were exchanged.

My dread was calmed when I heard the motorcycle. I popped my head up and saw the same motorcycle from before backing up into the parking lot. This time, he wore blue jeans with the same jacket as before. He got off the bike and walked into the store; he waved at me and walked down the aisles. "Nice to see you again," I said, immediately regretting it.

He turned to me and said, "Same."

The biker walked down the first aisle and then turned into the middle aisle. I loved how this man looked in snug jeans; they hugged his slim figure well. He walked down the aisle holding his items, and when he reached the front of the aisle, something on the lower shelf caught his eye. I watched as he squatted down to get it. This position provided a good view, an interesting view. Once again, I saw the white waistband of his underwear, but something else surprised me. I saw a line just below his butt cheek. At first, I thought it was a crease in his pants, but I realized it was something else. The line ran around his thigh. He stood up, and the creases around it disappeared, but that line remained. Was this man wearing briefs? This man just kept getting hotter and hotter in my mind. I could only imagine what his bulge looked like underneath those snug jeans.

The biker placed two bags of chips, a box of dingdongs, and a slim Jim on the counter and asked for a pack of cigarettes. I grabbed his pack and scanned it, then the rest of the items, and gave him his total. "So, does the helmet ever come off? Are you in some sort of creed?" I said, referencing the show The Mandalorian.

He chuckled, "This is the way," he said, quoting a line from the show, "It does, but I don't like leaving the helmet on the bike when it's hot outside." He raised his visor, revealing his emerald green eyes.

"I see. That makes sense. I thought you were one of those guys who never took it off in public."

He laughed again. "No, I take it off. Sometimes, I do keep it on during some activities," he winked.

The wink gave me a small glimmer of hope that he would be interested in me. The biker slid his debit card to pay. I steered my attention to his big because I felt if I kept staring at him, I would end up doing something inappropriate. But he caught me gazing at his bike, "So you've never been on a bike?"

I faced him and shook my head. I grabbed the receipt and handed it to him, "You should. It's fun."

"Maybe in a few years when I can afford one."

He grabbed the receipt and said, "Why not today?"

My eyes widened, "What?" was all that came out of my mouth. I was in shock by what he said.

"Yeah, why not? I can give you a ride around the block. Feel that feeling of being on a fast motorcycle."

I gulped so loud that he heard it, which caused him to think I was scared. I said, "Well, if you don't, that's fine. I just figured I'd offer. I love motorcycles and think people have a misconception of them. I'm always eager to clear it up for people."

I said nothing, frozen by the offer. He made me nervous but in a good way. I was just afraid I might do something that would steer him away from me if I went on the ride with him.

"Well, I hope you have a good day," he said. He turned and approached the door, and that's when I spoke.

"Wait," I said, and he turned to me. I get off at 8 p.m."

"I'll see you at eight then," he winked, then walked out the door.

I watched with anticipation as the clock above the shop's door turned to 8 o'clock. My relief was already here, so I clocked out and went outside to wait for the mysterious biker. I had to admit I was nervous. I had no clue who this guy was and felt like a hypocrite. I didn't want to hook up with guys on apps, but here I was doing it with a stranger. But it was wishful thinking to think he would have sex with me.

"Hey," I heard a voice say.

I turned to my right to see him standing beside his bike on the sidewalk. "You ready?"

I gulped and walked towards him. He handed me a helmet and then got on the bike, "Hold on tight to my waist. This bike picks up speed fast."

I sat behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist. He turned to me and said, "You ready?"

I nodded, "Yes."

The bike jerked forward and quickly picked up speed. I was initially scared, but that quickly disappeared as we sped up. We did the first lap around the block, but then he turned to me and said. "Do you want to see how fast this thing can go?"

I was scared, but I said yes.

We went off the street onto the 110 freeway and headed north. The bike picked up speed quickly, and it felt like we were going over 100 miles per hour. I was scared, but my embrace of him quickly cured that. I could smell his cologne rushing into my nose.

The biker turned to me and yelled, "You wanna see a trick?"

I nodded. I doubt he would even hear me.

"Hold on tight then!"

I gripped his waist tighter, and he jerked the bike back, lifting its front off the ground. The bike was now driving on one wheel, and I saw the pavement closer to me. My hands moved from his waist down to his crotch, where I felt it. I felt his erection inside his pants. I couldn't believe it. So much so that I almost lost my grip. He noticed and lowered the bike down to the pavement.

We got off the freeway and onto a surface street. The area was familiar to me; it was El Sereno. The bike stopped in a dark alley illuminated by a single light, and he turned to me, "Sorry about that; it wasn't supposed to be for that long."

"It's fine. It was definitely an adrenaline rush," my hands were still wrapped around his waist.

I got off the bike and removed my helmet, "I'm sorry if I scared you," he said. He swung his leg over the bike and sat on the seat.

"So I had to ask, does riding get you hard?" I approached him.

"It does, especially when I'm with an attractive guy like yourself."

He thought I was attractive. I felt warm inside.

"Is that so?" I said before I placed my hand on his crotch. I could feel the heat emanating from his erection. The swollen cock pressed hard against his pants. We were in the dark, so no one could see us unless someone was walking down. My fingers undid his pants and opened them; I felt the thick cock pressing against the soft fabric of his underwear. Which turned out to be briefs. Which only made him hotter. The biker watched me as I opened his underwear and fished out the thick cock. It was long, about 8 inches to be exact. It was thick like a cucumber and uncut. The tip was soaked in precum, which meant he had been thinking about this the entire ride.

The biker's butt rested on the seat of the bike while I knelt on the ground before him. Although it was dark, I was still able to see him. I grabbed the cock and opened my mouth; my tongue reached out and licked the pink tip.

I began to worship his cock.

I didn't care that I was in a dark alley with a stranger whose face was still yet to be revealed. His cock was enough for me. I used my tongue to expertly lather the tip like licking a lollipop. My right hand stroked his shaft in a twisting motion, adding to the pleasure. All while my left hand moved around his waist to pull down his pants, leaving them just below his butt cheeks. The hand then began to caress his butt cheeks. I loved the feeling of the soft cotton fabric under my fingers.

Moans began to leave his mouth as I sped up and took more of his long cock into my mouth. The tip entered my throat briefly, sending jolts of pleasure throughout his body. My hands were on his lower back as I lowered my head. I felt the cock enter my throat, where it became nestled. My nose bent at his pelvis, and I could smell the sweat and body wash through it. A slight tickle came when his pubic hair moved inside my hair.

The muscles in my throat did their job. Slowly and wetly, they enclosed the tip of his cock. Sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout his body. The moans indicated this, and he released shudders. I'm sure someone had heard us, but I didn't care. Deep-throating was something I was good at, and I loved doing it.

The moaning continued until I felt his body stiffened. The biker's cock expanded in my throat as the cum flowed through his urethra and out the entrance. I felt it splatted in my throat; then the rest came out. Eight pumps with superfluous amounts of cum entered my throat, covering it entirely. With each pump came a moan muffled by his helmet.

I pulled the cock out of my throat and licked the tip, making sure to leave it clean. The biker tucked his cock back into his underwear, and I rose to eye level. He raised his visor, and I saw those pretty emerald eyes. "That was good," he said.

"As a token of my appreciation for giving me a ride on your bike," I turned around and rested my butt on his groin, "I'd love to ride you next."

I felt his hands around my waist, "Is that so? Usually, I'm the one doing the riding."

I rubbed my butt against his groin more; his cock was still erect. "I'll make sure it's a good ride."

"Oh yeah?" he groped my chest, "I don't live that far. It's private."

"Promise not to kill me?"

He chuckled, "I promise."

The biker closed up his clothes and got back on the bike. I sat behind him and wrapped my arms around him, and then he took me to his home.

The ride to his house was short. On the ride, I wondered if I was making a good choice. I had zero knowledge of this man, but I was attracted to him for some reason. His mysterious demeanor was like a drug to me. At the same time, he would have if he wanted to do something to me.

The bike stopped in the driveway of his home, a two-story duplex that looked modern and was probably recently built. The lights to the house beside his were on, "I thought you said it was private?" I said as I took the helmet off.

"Loraine and Adrian are on vacation. They asked me to leave the lights on at night so people thought they were home."

I turned to him, "But you don't?"

He shrugged, "Break-ins are rare," then walked onto the porch. I followed up with him and watched him unlock the door.

We entered his home.

He had the standard living room furniture: a television, couch, coffee table, and a few bookshelves lined with books. "Do you want anything to drink?" he asked.

I shook my head.

"Then straight to the point?"

We walked past the kitchen and into his bedroom.

The biker stood before me with his helmet on; I raised the visor to see his pretty green eyes. I lowered my hand to the bottom of the helmet and used my fingers to undo the latch; he didn't stop me. I just heard his breathing, which grew more profound with each passing moment. Slowly, I lifted the helmet off his head.

My eyes widened. He had short brown hair and bread that was trimmed and matched in color. He had freckles under his eyes and a sharp jawline. He looked so hot.

"What? Were you expecting something else?" he grinned. I felt his hand on my back and his lips against mine. His lips were soft and wet. His tongue came out and battled against mine. We stumbled towards his bed. As soon as I felt the end of the bed against my legs, he pulled on my thighs, dropping me onto the bed. "I still don't know your name."

He smiled, "It's Matthew."

"Alex."

"Hi, Alex," he then kissed me. "I wasn't planning to return to that store."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, but I loved the way you looked at me. Yes, I noticed on the first day. But I felt this way and knew I had to return."

"And now we're in your bedroom about to fuck."

"We are," he smiled, then kissed me.

Matthew removed his jacket to reveal a black shirt. He bent down and began to kiss me all over. He started with my neck and then moved down my body. His hands dug underneath my shirt and removed it. My bare skin felt his kisses. He headed south until he was just above my crotch. His tongue came out and licked just above it. His fingers undid my pants and then opened them. My erection pressed against the soft fabric of my blue briefs. Matthew pulled down my pants and then removed them entirely. Next, he crawled between my legs, and I felt him rub his face against my groin.

Matthew pulled on the waistband of my briefs, pulled the underwear down, and tucked it underneath my balls. He then took my cock into his mouth. The warm, wet mouth took me by surprise. I watched as Matthew sucked on my head. He moved his head up and down at a steady rate. His hands moved up and down my slender body. I loved the way he sucked my cock; he used his tongue with expertise.

I gripped the bed sheets when my cock entered his throat. I felt a surge of pleasure coarse through my body as the sensitive tip got enveloped in his wet throat muscles. His hands were on my butt cheeks, raising my pelvis upward to get as much of my cock in his throat. The pleasure was so immense that I released a flurry of moans.

Then it was over.

Matthew released my cock from his mouth, saliva dripping from his lips as he crawled towards my face. Our lips met once again. This time, I pushed him onto his back to return the favor. I climbed on top of him, and he removed his shirt. Tattoos littered his body. Both arms had sleeve tattoos of various things, such as animals, spiritual symbols, and even some phrases. He had a crow on his chest on his left pec.

Matthew had very little hair on his upper body; most of it was on this thin trail of hair across his stomach, the happy trail, as many would call it. I ran my tongue across his chest, and then I licked his nipples, which caused him to moan. I moved down south just like he did. I undid his pants and removed them. He wore a pair of plain white briefs. The waistband didn't even have a brand logo on it. They were snug on his lean, muscular body. His erection pressed against the fabric, and a stain of precum was visible. I pulled out the cock from the underwear, and now that there was light, I had a better look at it. Veins covered the foreskin of the cock. The eight-inch cock had a slight curve at the top and was thick like a cucumber. The largest cock I had ever seen in my young life.

I peeled it back to reveal the rosy tip. I licked it and then took it into my mouth.

Matthew moaned frequently as I pleasured his manhood. I was taking it into my throat and allowing the throat to pleasure the tip, which sent him wild. But I wanted more. I wanted to ride him like I promised. I took the wet cock from my mouth and then removed my briefs. I climbed back on top of him. I towered over him as I grabbed his cock and brought it to my hole. We gazed into each other's eyes as I lowered myself on it. The large tip pushed against my hole and entered. My eyes closed as I felt the thick long cock slide inside me. Each inch that went inside caused a subtle moan.