My schedule over the last couple of weeks has been complicated by cutting wood in the local forest. Not that this is a complaint, as the weather has been ideal for doing such work, not to mention motorcycle riding. This meant that last Friday, after spending a couple of hours with a saw and unloading the results at home, when I entered the house, the clock s...
Being Bi is not something you let be known when you are a male biker hanging out with guys that party with the Outlaws and other one-percenter clubs. But, Bi I am and have been for my whole life, so I've learned when and where to let the secret out. The club I was riding with at that time would do all of the usual poker runs as well as the weekly Friday nig...
All characters in this story are over the age of 18. ***** I had never been happier to be the product of two absentee parents. All I had to say was that I was going on a weekend camping trip and wouldn't be available for calls. Now I was all set to be loaned out as a fuck boy to Bill all weekend long. I arrived at Marty's house at 5pm. Marty answered the d...
Fantasy Biker I get a kick out of cruising on my bike. Almost every weekend I'm riding the roads all around town. I usually ride alone, but at the end of my ride, I stop at a bar on the edge of town and have a brew or two before heading home. The place has its' regulars, but it's not a biker bar by any means. I shot a few games of pool with a couple of the...
I opened my eyes see that it was a beautiful day outside and also to the sound of Clive doing his morning laps in our outdoor pool. The light streaming in through the open balcony doors. I heard a ferry as it was making its way across the harbour from Circular Quay; carrying the many Aussies and tourists that, in my opinion, made Sydney a very liveable city....
"So, you fancy him, do you?" "No, I fancy you Maurice," I answered, trying to make a joke out of it. But I was beginning to get a little irritated with Maurice. We both knew why he'd offered me this trip home, and I was getting tired of him just not getting to it. "But you do fancy him, don't you?" Maurice persisted. "I mean you have nothing against mixed...
It was my first time going to Cheyenne Frontier Days. I wanted to write this as soon as I got home because it was and still so vivid in my mind. We were walking along some vendor booths and enjoying all of the nice people and the weather when all of a sudden an older man riding a road bike pulls up close to the walkway and stopped and got off his bike and st...
This story is 100% fictional and any similarity to any name, event, or place was not intended. This is a story of discovery of sexuality. It is a discovery of my sexuality when I found out I am bisexual and lean toward men. My name is Cody and I am 18 and a senior at my high school. I stand 6'3" and weigh 245 lbs of all muscle with a crew cut style brown ha...
"What? Studying on a beautiful Sunday morning?" Caught by surprise, Matt slipped the letter into the center drawer of his dorm desk and looked up at the door to see that his sometimes roommate, Perry Fitzhugh, was standing in the open doorway, dressed to the nines in his polo outfit. Matt hadn't even known what a polo outfit was—high leather boots rising to...
Chapter 01: Arrival As I pulled onto the gravel driveway, I remembered arriving here nearly 8 years ago with Mark. It was even more secluded, just one or two houses along the shoreline. Only a few more houses had been built over the years but most of them were far away, except for one that was built about 20 yards from mine. Our place was Mark's idea for a...