My New Neighbour (part two) - Sex Stories

My New Neighbour (part two)

... to rubber up then so be it. I hadn't any concerns healthwise, not on my part and again i knew nothing of his sexual history, if he was a virgin then i intended to fuck him bareback if possible. I had already envisaged us having a discrete longterm relationship for as long as he was my neighbour, we seemed to have hit it off so far and the whole crossdressing and sex thing aside i thought he was somebody i could be friends with socially. Back onto the bike and back to the supermarket, no way was i buying condoms off the shelf, the town was small enough that too many people already knew my wife was off to New York so the sight of me at the checkout buying condoms would be town gossip before i ever slipped one on. I went into their bathroom and locked the door, rifled in my pocket for pound coins and bought three packs of two, would have bought more to be safely armed but i ran out of change. Back on my bike and off i roared in the direction of home. When i pulled up to the house i saw a van pulling a trailer parked next to my new neighbours house, David was standing talking to the driver of the van and i could see that there was a bike strapped onto the trailer, so, i thought, my new neighbour is a biker too! this just gets better and better. I hooked my helmet over my handlebars and took my jacket off, flinging it across the seat, it might have been late afternoon in mid November but i intended to put on a show for my little friend, hopefully he would find the sight of me in ...

... my vest and leathers as much of a turn on as i did the idea of him wearing the contents of that trunk. I strode over to the van and admired the bike, a 750cc Honda Shadow, low-slung seat, need to be for David's legs to reach the ground, purple and black in colour, a very nice looking bike indeed. Not as nice as my own of course which i had owned since i was 19, a chopper with a 650cc Triumph Tiger engine in it. long chrome candycurl springer front forks, apehanger handlebars, diamond coffin tank, king and queen seat, 12" wide back wheel, a hardtail chopper which meant it has no rear suspension, and a sissybar (i already had notions of David's alter ego leaning back on that, arms around my waist as we cruised the country lanes in the summer. "Nice looking bike David, yours i assume?" i spoke casually over my shoulder in his direction as i surveyed the bike thinking he must look tiny on it. "Eh eh eh, yes it is Scott, we didn't get around to talking about bikes earlier what with one thing and another, i've only had it six months and i never get a chance to ride it as often as i would like." He answered. He was holding a sheet of paper in one hand, a pen in the other, obviously delivery documents of some sort. He looked a bit flustered as he made an attempt to sign the sheet while holding it in middair. "Come over here and lean it on my back to sign it, you'll never get it done like that." David smiled up at me and approached, pen in hand. I turned my back to him and felt him ...