Traffic - Sex Stories

Traffic

Traffic had been getting to me going to and from work. Sometimes it was a two hour commute each way. My days were really long, I was running out of energy so I decided I was going to buy a motorcycle so I could cut through the lanes and get home early cutting my commute down to 30 minutes. I didn't really know much about motorcycles, how to ride them, anything. I responded to an ad on craigslist for a cruiser bike for sale for a little over $1,000.00 so I went to check it out. The owner was an older gentleman. He looked like a biker. Bald, tattoos, leather pants, leather vest with his bike club on the back. He was a really nice guy and offered to teach me how to ride it. I agreed, paid him the money, he signed over the title and he told me to get on the bike. To my surprise he climbed on behind me. He showed me what I needed to do and off we went. We cruised around the local neighborhood for a while and he suggested we stop at a store so I could get myself some leathers because driving home on the bike over the highway could be dangerous. We stopped into this store and I bought a thick leather jacket and at his suggestion a pair of leather pants. The only pants they had were ones with a zipper that ran from the front to back. "I think these are used for "other" purposes" I told him. "No, they're used so you can put them on over your pants and easily zip them off, as opposed to having to completely change or wearing less protective chaps. Those kind of pants have simply ...

... been dual purposed by people for sex. When we left the store I was fully dressed and he said to me "now you look like a biker, let me show you a cool spot where bikers hang out". So he took me to a biker bar nearby and we went in for a few drinks. The guys at the bar welcomed me into the click of being a biker and were all buying me shots. After a few hours my new friend an I were ready to leave and it was well after dark. "I'm driving he said, you're d***k." He got on the bike and motioned for me to climb on behind him so I did. Hold me tight he said, you don't want to fall off. The ride home was hard, I was d***k and I was also starting to get horny, as I held close to him my leather crotch would grind into his leather ass and every bump we hit his ass rubbed onto mine causing me to become more aroused. He yelled back at me, "be careful with that thing buddy I might hold you to it". When we got back he invited me in to sober up because I was too d***k to drive. I agreed, went inside and sat down. "Go in the bathroom and get those jeans off", he said to me, "you'll be more comfortable that way with just the leathers. you still need to drive home but it's a warm night, you don't want swamp crotch." I went into the bathroom and did as I was told too d***k to really do anything but obey. I came back out sat down on the couch and began watching TV with him. He offered me a beer which I excepted and when I sat down on his couch to watch TV he ambushed me like a tiger. "Let me see ...