Fantasies 6

Ride

by Sistine

URL: http://www.area52hkh.net/ass/sistine/fantasies06.php
Summary: The boys take the new motorbike for a spin in a unique way

Slim pickings tonight. Where is everyone? My eyes roam around the bar again, trying to see if there's anyone worthwhile here. Nope, just some of the regulars who prefer much younger men.

Wait - someone new just walked in. Tall, grey hair, brown eyes... very nice body too. Well dressed - leather jacket and chinos - so he obviously has a bit of money. Good-looking - what's he doing in a pick-up joint like this? Men - maybe women too - probably flock to him, so why would he need to come here?

Well, I'd better make my move before anyone else does; I can see several of the others eyeing him up. I casually walk over to the bar and sit down on the stool next to him. "Looking for some fun?"

"Maybe." His eyes rake over me, assessing me. I can feel his curiosity about my age. I know I'm older than the usual hustlers are but hey, a guy's got to make a living. "What are you offering?"

"One hundred with a condom, two hundred without, fifty for a blow-job." The expensive price for the second item practically guarantees that not many men want it. And in this day and age, it's foolish anyway.

He gives a low whistle. "Not cheap, huh?" He accepts his drink from the bartender and knocks it back in one gulp. Whiskey - and not the cheap type either.

"I'm worth every penny." I've been in this game for a long time, so I know every trick in the book.

"You're older than I expected." He orders another drink, then gulps that one down too. I hope he's not as fast at sex as he is at drinking.

I shrug; I hear that a lot. But it helps that I look younger than I am. Otherwise, how many guys would want a hustler who's nearing thirty? "You interested or not?" I ask, already knowing the answer. If he wasn't interested, he would have sent me away already.

"Sure." He gives some money to the bartender then turns to face me. "So how does this work? I've never picked a guy up like this before," he admits.

Really? Actually, that pretty much fits in with what I sense about him - why pay when he can get it for free? "You know a good place where we can go?"

He thinks for a minute and then his eyes light up. "Actually, I do."

"Sweet. When we get there, you pay me up-front and then tell me what you want to do." When I was first beginning, if I didn't ask for the money up-front then I often didn't get paid.

"Not a problem. Let's go."

I follow him and watch his ass as he walks along - Man, for an old guy, he's hot. I wonder what he does for a living. It's got to be something physical because he's in damn good shape. Much better than a lot of the clients around here, and even better than some of my colleagues.

"Ever ridden a motorbike before?" he asks, holding the keys out. I'm affronted that he thinks I've never ridden a... wait. He's asking me to drive.

I snatch the keys from him. "Almost as many times as I've been ridden," I reply, exaggerating a little bit. I used to ride motorbikes a lot in my youth but running one is expensive so it was the first thing I had to give up. I grab one of the helmets from the back and get on the bike. It feels so good to be sitting on one of these again. "Get on," I tell him as I put the helmet on and do it up.

He flings one leg over the seat behind me, then slides up until he's pressed against my back. I can feel his hard-on, and it's very impressive. Not as big as some I've had but definitely getting close to that top range. After he puts his helmet on, he wraps his arms around me so that we're pressed tightly against each other. He's quite strong too, and I'm even more curious as to what his job is; he doesn't appear to have huge muscles from working out so I'm assuming his strength is more natural than that. "Ready?" I ask him.

"Oh yeah." He gives me the directions and I twist my body to look at him when he's finished.

"Uh, that's private property." Although I've never been up there, I know the place he's talking about. The log cabin just next to the lake is owned by some military fly-boy who only apparently goes up there once or twice a year.

"I know." He leans in to whisper in my ear, "I own it."

He is the military fly-boy? That explains the body but... "Isn't there some kind of rule where you work? 'Don't ask, don't tell'?" He grins at me and I realise that I've just given away the fact that I know who lives up there. "Small town," I excuse myself with.

"Ah." He sobers a little, nodding knowledgeably about small town gossip. "There is a rule but it only applies if you don't get caught. No-one where I work ever comes up here, and as far as I know, no-one here is in the military, so they can't tell."

That works for me. I flick the switch on the engine and start the bike. She starts smoothly, and soon she's vibrating pleasantly between my thighs. If I didn't already have a hard-on, I would after a few minutes on this beauty. "The lake it is, then."

The trip out to the lake felt way too short. I normally don't let myself feel anything for my clients but somehow this guy is different. I was hard just from feeling him press against me, and usually I have to do some fantasising before that happens; I might be gay but not every guy turns me on. Partway through the ride, his hands started wandering over my stomach and I had to concentrate pretty hard on keeping the bike on the road. He seemed to know just where to touch, which would have been fine if we were stationary. As it was, it wasn't exactly the best timing.

Arriving at the lake, I get close to the water's edge - but not too close - and kill the engine. The night is fairly dark but we're practically right next to the cabin, so the outside light illuminates the area. I flick the stands down so that the bike can stand on its own without either of us propping it up. Then I take my helmet off and put it on the handlebars, feeling the exhilaration start to die down; that was some ride.

The hands disappear from my waist, and I twist my upper body to see him taking off his helmet. His hair hasn't even been messed up from the helmet, and I bet mine is sticking up all over the place. Up this close, I can see that his hair isn't totally grey - there's a few blond streaks still in it. For some reason, that turns me on even more. "So, what do you want?" My voice is steady, hiding the desire thrumming through me.

He reaches into his back pocket, pulls out a wallet, then gets several notes out and hands them to me. I look at them - four fifty dollar notes. Two hundred dollars. Somehow I don't think he wants four blow-jobs. "You sure? I mean, it's not a very safe thing to do."

"I know." He gives me a lopsided grin. "I just feel like taking a risk tonight." The grin metamorphoses into something more lust-filled. "Turn around."

I turn to face the lake, not quite sure what he's wanting.

"No, I meant turn to face me. Right around." He makes a looping gesture with his hand.

Oh, right. I get off the bike then straddle it again, this time facing him. I think I know where this is going now and I can't say I dislike the idea. I press up real close to him. "Like this?"

His hands cup my ass, almost lifting me from the bike. "Just like that." He pauses for a second, obviously thinking about something. "Is kissing allowed?"

I shake my head. "Too personal." That was something I learnt early on, and I haven't broken that rule since.

"Okay." He accepts that with a nod and starts fondling me again. "Next question - what's your name?"

"What do you want it to be?" Yes, I know the line is from 'Pretty Woman' but it works. Many guys who are looking for paid sex want it because they want to fantasise about being with the man they want.

"I want to know your name," he insists. "Your real name."

I shrug; whatever the client wants. "Daniel."

"Suits you. Mine's Jack." The hands move to slip under my trousers, continuing the kneading when they cup my ass again.

I really didn't want to know that; like kissing, that's too personal. I shake my head. "You shouldn't have told me that."

"Why not?" He seems genuinely puzzled.

"It's the rules." I'm not going to explain any further than that.

"Ah. Too personal." Surprisingly, he gets it straight away. "Sorry."

"That's okay. It's your first time." When he snorts in amusement, I quickly add, "Picking up someone like me, that is." I go to slide his jacket off his shoulders, getting stuck when he doesn't move his arms from behind me. "Um, we should be getting naked right about now."

"Is there a time limit on this?" he asks, tilting his head to the side and looking at me with amusement. I begin to get the idea that he's not as naive about this as I thought.

"No. But--"

"How much if I wanted you to stay the whole night?"

I look at him in shock. Very few clients ever ask that, and when they do, I turn them down. But something wants me to stay with Jack. "I never stay the whole night."

"More rules. How much do you make a night on average?"

"Two, maybe two fifty." Depending on how many clients I can get.

Jack smiles. "So you've already made your average. That means you can stay with me." One hand moves around to undo my jeans.

"It doesn't work like that," I protest. I could still make another one fifty, maybe two hundred dollars tonight.

"How about I give you six hundred dollars? Would that cover staying the night?" The hand in front slides under my jeans and starts stroking, making arguing difficult.

"Do you have it with you?" I can't believe I'm about to break my own rule.

Jack nods towards the house. "In there. After we're done out here, we'll go in and I'll give it to you then, okay?"

"Okay." I shove the notes he's already given me into my jeans pocket. Even if he doesn't pay up, I've got my average nightly wage. "You know, I'm the one who's supposed to be doing all the work," I tell him as he continues his stroking.

He chuckles. "Sorry, I forgot." He takes his hands away and holds them out to the side. "Go for it."

Firstly, I get rid of his jacket and toss it on the ground. Then I make short work of his shirt and take it off too. Leaning forward, I latch onto his right nipple and suck it into my mouth. I swirl my tongue around it, teasing it until it's hard, then I tug on it with my teeth. Some guys don't like that but Jack obviously does, thrusting his hips forward. I continue the pattern of licking and tugging for a few minutes, then switch to the other nipple. As our groins are pressed up real close, I can feel just how much Jack is enjoying this.

Working my way downwards over the flat stomach, I undo his zipper and then pull the briefs down over the rock-hard erection. Moving back on the seat so that I have more room to work, I take him into my mouth, swirling my tongue over the head and tasting the salty liquid that's oozing out already. The little noises Jack is making tell me that he's really appreciating what I'm doing for him. Slowly, I ease more of him into my mouth, utilising all my skills to make this extremely good - after all, he is paying me six hundred dollars, so I'd better give him his money's worth.

A hand grips the base of my skull and I'm pulled upwards to meet Jack's very satisfied gaze. I lick my lips slowly, knowing the exact effect it will have on him.

"Strip," he orders, and I know what he wants now. Moving off the bike, I take off my clothes, putting on a bit of a strip-tease as he watches with hungry eyes. I retrieve the lube from my jeans pocket before getting back on the bike. Pouring some of the clear gel onto my fingers, I warm it up before slicking him up, teasing him with my swirling fingers. Then I raise myself up, ready to take him inside me.

"Wait." He reaches down and grabs my jacket. Then he balls it up and puts it between the handlebars. "Just in case," he says, putting his feet flat on the ground for balance.

Okay, so we're doing this sitting up first, obviously. I move so that I'm straddling his thighs, and find places to put my feet. Then I lift up, centre him, and then ease down slowly over that solid length, giving myself time to adjust as it slides in. He's breathing very hard, very close to the edge now, and I realise I am too. I don't believe I'm this hard just from pleasing him.

When I'm practically sitting in his lap, he leans in to whisper, "I think it'll be easier if you lie down." I was actually beginning to think the same thing, because I wasn't going to be able to get enough leverage to push myself up and down without upsetting the bike's balance. I slowly lean back as he leans forward, my head coming to rest on the jacket between the handlebars. I put my legs around his lower back and my hands go up to grip the handlebars for balance. Jack rests his hands next to mine and then slowly starts thrusting...

~~~

I'm amazed that we're both still on the bike after all that rocking. Jack has collapsed on top of me, his breath warming my neck. "Worth your money, fly-boy?"

Jack chuckles. "Oh yeah." He pulls back a little to look into my face. "Nice way to christen your new motorbike. Very inventive."

I grin. After Gabe's visit, Jack had suggested that I buy a bike so that he could see me ride it - and so he could ride it too, of course. I move my legs down so that I'm more comfortable. "That two hundred dollars should cover the gas I used to get up here just nicely, thank you, Jack."

"Hey!" I think Jack thought he would be getting the money back.

Cutting off further protests, I pull him back down for a kiss. I've thoroughly enjoyed this role-play - a joint idea technically, because I wanted to have sex on the bike and I knew Jack had a fantasy about me being a hooker. It was a good opportunity to combine the two things. "I believe some mention was made of six hundred dollars for the night?"

"How about payment in kind?"

"Works for me."