From Innocence to Carnality - Sex Stories

From Innocence to Carnality

... look, he more emphatically points for me to comply. I don't know what else to do... he is so assertive. I feel like I should do what he wants.

As I get close to him, he grabs me, sits me down on the bike's seat next to him and clenches his arm around me, telling me to call him Sir - which sounds sort of ominous, but I will. He insists that I tell him what brings a twinky fag like me here tonight. I begin trembling again and through crying sobs I tell him how Jessie ended up ditching me in this parking lot. He tells me, "Well, she dropped you off at a gay bar." It dawns on me what her plan for me was - make sure I was completely clean inside and out and drop me here hoping I'll find something like a sugar daddy to take me in. The uncertainties are frightening, though. Sir reaches into a leather bag hanging on his bike and lights up what looks like a joint, puffs it up and gives it to me. "Here smoke this, it will calm you down."

He is right. Even after one inhale that I almost choke on, the joint does calm me down. A lot. After a couple more tokes I feel kind of giddy and open to everything in the world. When he smiles at me, he is so beautiful, but there is also something dangerous in his smile. My cock gives a jump.

Sir tells me that this club is full of predators that would take advantage of a weak fag like me. I should stay out of a place like that. He knows of a small club that he is sure I will like.

His perspiration dries quickly in the dry heat. The air ...

... around him is saturated with his strong masculine pheromones. I can see old and new leakage stains on his leather pants covering his cock. As I smoke the last of the joint, I feel so relaxed with him yet so lustful at the same time. I don't want him to let go of me.

Sliding off the seat, he tells me to hop on and he'll take me to the other club. I want to please him, so I flip my leg over to sit. He leans over me, forcing my face into his leather vest and hairy chest, grabs my ass on both sides, squeezes my firm buns up and down, then pulls my cheeks apart as much as my tight shorts allow and pushes a finger in till it just teases my virgin cherry, finally pushing me back on the seat to make more room for himself.

Sir takes off his leather vest and commands me to take off my shirt. He puts his vest in his pouch, then takes my shirt and throws it on the ground. That frightens me and thrills me at the same time. I feel shame that I don't say anything to him about it, but I am turned on by my quick submission to him. My nipples get rock hard around their piercing bars.

He tells me to hold on tight and reaches behind himself to pull my chest tight against his back. I gasp at how wonderful it feels. He takes my hands and wraps them around his waist. My fingers grip big, tight and firm muscles. I feel like I'm melting into him. My cock is achingly hard. I'm sure he notices but doesn't say or do anything about it.

Sir starts the bike with a kick down. It rumbles to life, ...