My name is Arnie Jordan but on the street I'm known only as 'AJ'. Keeps things safer, you know? I'm going to be 19 in three months but I like to think I'm more mature than most guys my age. It's the middle of summer in LA - it's past sunset but it's still pretty warm out so I've gone with a lighter layer of fuck-me clothes: a jersey-mesh half-shirt (it's blu...
"You look sleek and well fucked. You tried out Saloon 1?" Nathan had returned from taking Glen to Georgia Street and was facing Ralph across the bar at the Bourbon Street Pub and eating another early-afternoon breakfast. "Yes, and you were right." "You found some closure on the death of your biker lover in there?" "Yes, found someone almost identical to...
"See that man over there?" "The one in black leather? With those other guys who parked their cycles out front?" "Yes," Sam said. "He's looking over here, so, no matter what, keep a smile on." Danny had just come down from the pole. In the middle of the second week, Sam had insisted that he go up on the pole for at least two sets each night. Lance, the bar...
At noon Bruce was on duty as Nathan passed the reception desk, carrying the bag of groceries, en route to his room. "Got locked in a grocery store overnight?" he called out, grinning because he knew from the night clerk that Nathan hadn't used his room that night. Curiosity had moved him to check downstairs to find out if he'd been fucking in one of the Bou...
I saw the hard cock at the edge of the opening between booth's. I ignored it and continued to watch the porn movie. When I next looked the cock was all the way into my side of the booth. I studied it and decided it was a fine looking cock, a bit smaller than mine and circumcised. It was throbbing with the guys every heart beat. I watched it until it was slo...
A Funny Guy's Biker Fantasy As I walked by a biker hangout, I thought of a scene from "Peewee's Big Adventure." Three rows of motorcycles arced like theater seats from the sign of a biker bar called Restricted. After I recovered from the giggles, I wondered why anyone would name a bar with a word that means prohibited. Wasn't the goal to get people in the b...
(Death in the Rockies is a ten-chapter novella, the last chapter of which will be post by the end of the first week in October 2011) I was coming up from a fog; I could hear the buzzing, but I couldn't quite figure out what it was and was struggling with whether I should even care. Where was I and what was I doing when I drifted off? It was dark in the room...
My wife and I joined the Roadies Biker Club a few years ago for fun, in hopes of meeting people and finding others with the love for Harleys that we had. Thankfully we were fairly welcomed in to the club and found a home among like minded people. We were young in our early thirties, and without many restraints save for a work a day job. About six months ago...
=== Friendly warning: This story includes piss play === ***** It's never easy starting a new business - even when you know exactly, what you're doing. But I felt confident anyway. My father was an excellent mechanic. He taught me how to repair cars and bikes as well - so well, that at the age of twenty-five, I was confident enough to move out of my hometow...
"Man, we're going to be in so much shit if our dads find out about this." Bill said. "Just relax. They're never going to know." Lee replied. He was sitting on the sofa with his phone in one hand and the telephone number that the hot biker had given their dads at the concert in the other. "I'm not even sure why we're doing this." Bill said while Lee punch...