Fly On The Wall
> So, are you just gonna talk about it or what?
>You want to see it?
>Hell, yeah I want to see it.
>Why didn’t you say so?
>Was letting you take the lead.
>I’ll show it to you.
>Well?…
>Come around this way.
>Holy, shit!
>I told you.
>I know you told me, but I never realized…
>More than you expected, isn’t it?
>Way more than I expected. You aren’t kidding around.
>Told ya.
I know dudes who would kill to have something even close to this.
>Gotta thank my Dad. That’s where I got it.
>I’ll bet it gets you a lot of attention.
>I guess it turns a few heads.
>Can I…?
>Sure. Go ahead.
>Wow….feel that.
>Here. Let me get it started…
>I love the way it’s shaped.
>Put your hand right here.
>Okay.
>No, like this. Feel that?
>Jesus, that’s power! I can’t imagine what it must be like to have that between your legs.
>Should feel it when I’m somewhere where I can kick back and just let ‘er rip!
>I’d be afraid of that.
>Maybe a little scary at first, but you get used to it.
>I’m not used to something this big.
>But you’re thinking about it, aren’t you?
>Not sure that’s for me.
>But you want to. I can see it in your eyes.
>Yeah, true.
>I got extra protection. So let’s do it.
>You’re a wild man.
>You know it.
(Later)
>Fuck! That was intense!
>Crazy intense!
>I was feeling real shaky at the start, but I got more comfortable with you behind me.
>I was just guiding you. You took the reins on your on and tore it up!
>I thought my heart was gonna come through my chest at one point.
>It’s a crazy rush.
>God, I’m wanting to do it again.
>I know, man. I get so charged up, one time doesn’t ever satisfy me.
>I’ll bet you’re on it all the time.
>Not nearly as much as I want.
The contractor I work for just bought his son a big new Harley, and he gave me a ride. 
March 20th, 2005 at 10:43 pm
Tease.
March 20th, 2005 at 11:17 pm
Sweet, the bf wants to get a bike. He’s not interested in a Loud Harley though. He keeps telling everyone that I’m going to be his B.O.B. Great way to tell the story!
Jim
March 21st, 2005 at 2:30 am
I was about to tear my house apart looking for a cigarette–and I don’t smoke.
March 21st, 2005 at 3:37 am
Heheheh now why did I know it was going to be something totally innocent… you’re a bad man
Awesome site though!! Definitely will be reading often!
March 21st, 2005 at 2:00 pm
I almost got it. I was thinking of a car. But the other story would have been better. *G*
March 24th, 2005 at 5:45 pm
That was the hottest Harley story I’ve ever read! Thanks for the, uh, ‘lift’, Tony.
April 6th, 2005 at 1:06 am
Hee hee. Sly build up, very nice.
Boys love bikes. My previous string of vintage Honda CB’s turned heads; I never went out without an extra helmet on the back. Now I drive a real car mostly, and keep a different Honda with it in the garage. They still come a runnin’, but not the ones I want. Seems a yellow ‘81 Passport scooter is all but irresistable to 20 year old art school girls with plastic barettes in their hair. Damnit.