The Flae Taen 04

I received an email link to a couple of videos from my buddy Joe. I always enjoyed Joe's videos, so I opened the first one on my tablet.

The first showed Joe sitting on the loveseat in his house. There was another guy kneeling in front of him. Joe was in the process of getting the guy to open up for the blowjob that Joe was demanding. Something about the other guy seemed familiar. I heard Joe directing him when the guy hesitated.

"Come on Brad. You know you want this. You wouldn't be here otherwise. Now open up and let it slip inside. Open up...open up."

I immediately called Joe.

"Hey Dale, I guess you got my videos." Joe answered.

"Yeah, I sure did. The thing is, I'm pretty sure I know this guy. He rides a Harley that he's been bringing into the shop for the last few months." I said.

I could hear Joe chuckle a little over the phone. "Well, he does ride a big black bike, so it could be the same guy. I guess it's a small world after all. Brad also met Robert. I'll send the footage of that once he sends it to me."

I was still watching the action as I talked to Joe on the phone. On the video, Joe was holding Brad's head in place and from the looks of it, Joe was unloading. "Did you just cum in his mouth?" I asked in surprise.

Joe chuckled again. "Yeah, that was Brad's first time for that too. I thought you had already seen both videos before you called me. If you liked that one, wait until you see the second one."

Even though the proof was right in front of my eyes, I was still a little skeptical. "Brad seems like the type that would not take kindly to an invitation to play."

"Just wait until you see the second video." Joe urged. "That'll show you that you don't need to ask, just order him. Just tell him you're one of my friends. Look man, I gotta go. If you end up having a little fun with him, just make sure to send me the video."

I hung up the phone and went back to watching the action. Joe was on his bed introducing his meat to Brad's ass. I could hear in the dialogue that Joe was being demanding again. "Look at me! Watch while I take you. You're a pussy Brad, and you deserve to be fucked like one."

After finishing the video, I sat there absently stroking my own cock as a plan formed in my head.

It was another few weeks before an opportunity came up. It was a Saturday around lunch that Brad brought his bike into the shop for regular scheduled maintenance. I was not at the counter when he dropped it off, but I had seen him pull in and leave the bike. He told our guy he was about to go to work. I guess that accounted for the uniform to include the gun belt with sidearm. Not a cop though, the patches said security.

The service was done on his bike in a couple of hours. There were no surprises while checking it out, so I called the listed number.

"This is Brad." He answered.

"Yeah, this is Dale from the bike shop. Your Harley is done and ready to go. You can pick it up any time before closing."

"I'm already at work, so it looks like I won't be picking it up until Tuesday. That sucks too. It looks like it's supposed to be good riding weather the rest of the long holiday weekend."

"I'll tell you what, the shop will be closed but I've got to be in tomorrow to finish up some work. I can let you get your bike tomorrow around 9am." I offered. "But you'll owe me one."

"Sure thing Dale. No problem." Brad agreed. "See you tomorrow."

I got to the shop around 8am and finished up some paperwork and ordered parts that the techs needed for upcoming projects. I pulled Brad's bike over in front of the bay door where it could be ridden right out of the shop once he was ready. Taking my cellphone out, I placed it inconspicuously along one of the workbenches in the shop. It took a few minutes to set it up properly to get the right angle. I also set up a digital camcorder on a short tripod to cover the same area from a different angle.

At almost 9am on the dot I heard a knock at the front door. I started recording on both devices and went to open the front door. Brad was standing there as expected. No uniform this time, but since this was his day off it wasn't surprising. Black jeans, black t-shirt, black boots, and black leather vest.

"Come on in." I invited. "I was just finishing up some paperwork."

I led him into the store and pulled up his paperwork. Brad paid the bill for his service and we went into the shop. I took him straight to his bike sitting ready to go. Brad grabbed his handlebars and was about to swing his leg over when I interrupted him.

"I was recently talking to this guy I know that sent me a couple of videos. I think you may know him as well. He told me to tell you that I'm a friend of Joe's."

Brad's eyes narrowed a little. Regardless of what Joe had said, at first I thought I made the wrong move. "What do you want?" he asked.

At that moment I knew I had him. I walked over to one of the raised bike lifts that sat waist high and sat down onto it. I rubbed my crotch while looking straight at him. "I think you know what I want."

Brad slowly approached until he was right in front of me and for a second I had doubts again...until he sunk down to his knees. I simply sat there as he unzipped my pants, pulled my underwear down enough to expose my hardening cock, pulled it out and started inserting it into his open mouth. Joe had been right. I was going to hate admitting that to him, but I was glad for the information.

Brad was taking more and more of my cock every time he would bob up and down. I loved the feeling of his hot, wet mouth enveloping my organ. His hand had dug down the front of my underwear and was massaging my balls while the other stroked the shaft as it emerged and disappeared into his oral orifice. I had lots of blowjobs in the past from both women and men. Men always did a better job, since they knew what it was that turned us guys on. Brad definitely was one of the better ones. From what Joe had told me he was still new to this, but he definitely had some natural talent.

My balls were starting to tighten up as I sat there watching Brad continue sucking me. I didn't want this to be over too soon, so I grabbed both sides of his head and slowed the pace. I hadn't even noticed my own moans filling the shop. As my breathing slowed a little, I reluctantly pulled Brad off of my cock.

"We're not done yet." I said as I grabbed him by the back of the neck. I led Brad over to his bike and pushed him down until his forearms were holding him up over his seat. He was bent over at the waist in front of me and I stood behind him. I reached around and unbuckled his belt, undid his pants, and slid them down enough to uncover his ass. I was surprised at him going commando, but it made it easier for me. I pulled a small tube of lube from my pocket and coated my hard shaft with it, making sure to drip extra on the bulbous head.

"I think that it's kind of messed up that you're going to get fucked while bent over your own ride." I said. "Now spread 'em."

I moved close behind him and started rubbing my cock up and down his ass. Brad followed my instructions and used both his hands to pull his cheeks apart for me. With even easier access, I started to feed my hungry cock into the biker's waiting hole. We both moaned long and loud as my shaft became buried within his tight and eager ass. I started fucking him at a slow pace, enjoying the power I had over him.

"You'll never ride this bike again without thinking about how I fucked you on it. Joe was right, you are just a bitch that needs to be told what to do."

I was fucking him harder now. My cock couldn't get enough of his ass. He was grunting with each thrust and I could feel that I was getting closer to cumming. Usually I would pull out and finish on his back or down his throat, but his ass was feeling too good to abandon now.

"I'm close Brad," I taunted. "Are you ready for it? I'm about to fill your ass with my hot load. Are you going to stop me, or are you just stand there and take it like a good little bitch?"

I was pumping into him hard. He still hadn't said a work the entire time I had been fucking him. He was grunting and groaning, but I couldn't tell if it was in pain or pleasure. I reached around in front of him and grabbed ahold of his raging hard cock. There was no question now, he was definitely enjoying himself.

I had thought that Brad hadn't said a word this whole time. Now that I was listening I could just barely hear him, but he was getting louder. "Come on Dale, fuck me harder. Is that all you've got?"

"Damn Brad, you're like a bitch in heat. You want me to cum don't you? I'm almost there!"

A few more full length strokes and I was ready. I plunged in deep and held still as my cock flooded Brad's ass. I knew he could feel me cumming in him. Brad's cock was still in my hand, and I started stroking him hard and fast. As I finished cumming, he started. Brad's cum shot into my waiting hand. I took his puddle of cum, smeared it all over my cock, and shoved back into his ass.

"There you go Brad. Now you have my cum and yours." I said as I pumped into him a couple more times before finally pulling all the way out of his ass and stuffing my cock back into my pants. "Now pull yourself together and get the fuck out."

Brad shoved himself up off his bike, pulled his jeans back up, and buckled his belt. He was barely able to mount the bike on his own. As I rolled up the bay door, I got his attention before he fired up the bike to ride out.

"I'm looking forward to every time you come back to the shop, cause you're not leaving without taking another load." I winked at him as he passed by me and roared off down the road.

I gathered my cellphone and camcorder and uploaded the videos into my personal laptop. Then I sent them to Joe for him to enjoy as agreed.