Date: Wed, 31 Jul 2024 08:14:14 -0700 From: Pomo Wolf Subject: Riding Bitch (Gsy / Adult Youth, oral anal, b/bMMM) Adult Youth, oral anal, b/bMMM This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a consenting youth and a boy and adult male. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. If you enjoy Nifty, please make your donation to Nifty Archive Alliance to help keep the site running and stories available. Copyright 2024 Jan, all rights reserved. You may contact me at pomowolf74@gmail.com if you like. All flames will be ignored. Riding Bitch By Wolf When I was a youth, my mother divorced my father and we were reduced to living in the low rest district. In that neighborhood the classrooms have a high percentage of illegal minority students that spend more time in juvenile hall than a classroom. My mother had no control over me. I did just about anything I wanted. I thought I was a tough guy. I was big for my age and at the age of fourteen I had been making younger boys suck me off whenever I felt like getting off. I hung out at the local A&W smoking cigarettes and talking shit with other tough guys. One afternoon I was leaning against the wall smoking when a Wide Glide Chopper pulled up and the big man in full black leathers and a little peanut helmet killed the engine and leaned the bike to the left on the jiffy stand. He asked me where the men's room was, and I told him that it was around the back. He said: "Keep an eye on my bike and don't let anyone touch it. He went around back and I couldn't help but admire his bike. It was obviously a full custom. Even the frame was power coated in Electra Glide blue. There was a lot of chrome and the gas tank was painted with the same blue and cream inserts on the sides that was popular in the late fifties. It had chrome springer forks that didn't come on stock Electra Glides with a single small headlight and moderate ape hanger handlebars. The light brown ostrich leather saddle was like a bicycles' but larger and there was a little matching rectangle 'Bitch Seat' pad on the bobtail rear fender. I was standing close admiring the bike when the owner returned. He asked: "Do you like my bike?" "Ya" "Would you like to take a ride with me?" "Sure" He straddled the bike and pulled it up and off the jiffy stand and told me to get on. I swung my right leg over the rear finder and sat on the pad and placed my feet on the rear foot pegs and took hold of his waist and he used the electronic starter to bring the beast to life with a roar, before pulling back out onto the road and we sped away with the thunderous roar of the V-twin. It was exciting to be flying down the road and feel the wind on my face and feel the vibration of the big twin between my legs and on my butt. He told me that his name was Dannal and asked me my name. I told him that my name was William but everyone calls me Bill. Sitting behind him I could smell his leathers and the sweat of his body. We traveled for several miles until he came to an old farm house on the edge of town. When we pulled into the dirt driveway, I saw a few bikes parked in front of the old house in need of paint. When he stopped, I got off the bike while he put the bike on the jiffy stand, and led me into the house. I saw the other guys lounging around smoking and drinking beer. Dan asked me if I wanted a beer and I agreed. He led me past a group of other bikers without saying anything. We made our way to the kitchen, and grabbed four cans of beer by the plastic rings where two cans had been removed. Then he led me out the back to the patio and we sat on the lawn furniture and we drank the beers. He talked to me about the feeling of freedom of riding the bike. He said there is nothing to prevent you from seeing everything around you. After we finished a couple of beers he said: "I better take you home." I really didn't want to leave. I wanted to be just like him. He was 6-feet-tall, lean and he sported a beard and his wavy hair was shaggy. He made a striking figure in his blue jeans, T-shirt with black leather chaps, black leather vest with three chrome chains attached to the snaps of the vest. The 'HOG' Chapter emblem on the back of the vest. There was a patch on the left sleeve of the jacket with the screaming eagle of the 101-airborn with the words "1968 Tet Vet." I understood that he was a veteran of the Vietnam war. We headed around the house and we got on the bike and he was going to take me home. While we were heading back into town, he mentioned: "We're having a party this weekend, you're welcome to come, if you can get away for the weekend." I assured him that I wanted to come, and he said he would pick me up at the A&W at 7:00pm Friday. I simply told my mom that I was going to a party this weekend. Friday I was at the A&W at the appointed time. Dannal arrived right on time. I claimed back on and away we went. When we arrived at the house, the front yard was full of Harleys of all kinds from baggers to sportsters. When we entered the house, the music was playing and the house smelled of stale cigarette smoke, leather, sweat, and the occasional acrid odor of cannabis. The room was filled with men of all ages and shapes. They were all wearing leather vests representing a variety of motorcycle clubs. Some were wearing blue jeans and the others had leather chaps over the jeans. Dan led me straight to the kitchen and got a couple of cans of beer from a tub full of ice and beer cans. It was humid with all those bodies indoors, so we headed to the patio. He introduced me to some of his friends. They shook my hand and a couple of them aske Dan if I was his new squeeze. I understood what they were implying with the question. He only smiled and said, "Who knows." I admired him enough that the idea of turning bitch for him sounded good to me. I was fascinated by the way these men dressed. Dan explained that the leather protects the flesh from road rash. When the air cooled, we returned into the house and I found the atmosphere had changed. That was a large screen TV and it was showing a VHS video tape of women engaging in sex with each other. Being a horny teenager, I got a hard-on looking at beautiful women eating each other's pussies and assholes. The men watching the video were in the process of getting undressed while drinking beer. Some were older with gray beards and beer bellies that hung over their tight jeans. I saw a couple emerge from another room and all they had on was chaps and vests. They were barefooted, and naked underneath the chaps and vest. Their pink asses were hanging out as well as their cocks and scrotums. Their hairy chests and arms were tattooed. As the two of them passed through the room the men played with their crotches and butts. Watching these events shocked me, but I was titillated by the sight of grown men molesting other men. Dan had his hands on my shoulders as he whispered in my ear. I'm sorry you saw that before I had a chance to prepare you for the kind of party this is!" I turned to face him and asked: "Do you want to have sex with me?" He responded: "A bit crudely said, but true." I said: "Do you want me to take my clothes off in front of these men?" Dan said: "That won't be necessary. I want you to take another ride with me. Let's find a more private place!" We went out doors and got on his bike and we headed up the road into the mountains. It was thrilling sweeping around the winding road and feeling the way the bike leaned and accelerated coming out of one turn and entering another turn. Eventually, he turned off the road and slowed down because we were on a dirt road and the hard tires of the Harley would slip on the dirt road. We came to a small cabin and when he parked the bike, he placed a smashed beer can under the jiffy stand because the wight of the bike could compress the soil and cause the bike to topple over on the left side. We entered the one room cabin, and it smelled of kerosine, stale cigarette smoke, and dust was over whelming. He picked up a kerosine lantern and lit it. The room was filled with the soft yellowish glow of the lantern. The lone bed was covered by a dusty sheet. He pulled the sheet off the bed to expose the fitted sheet. He sat on the bed and removed his greasy engineer boots and sweat socks. Followed by unzipping the inside of the legs of his chaps, and unbuckling the waist band. He placed the chaps on top of the boots and socks. He unsnapped the chains attached to the vest and removed it. I had already removed all my clothes before he was down to his t-shirt, blue jeans, and boxers. I felt vulnerable standing there naked with my dick in hand. I couldn't take my eyes off him as he gave the front of his jeans a tug and the five metal buttons popped open. He peeled jeans down along with the boxers. He stood there in front of me with feet spread to shoulder width and hands on his hips, to allow me to take a good look at his body. I knew that Dan was tall and lean but I didn't expect a Six-Pack belly. He was not the hairy type. He only had hair on his underarms and above his cock. His cock was impressive and about seven-inches long hanging limply in front of his scrotum. While I was staring at his cock, I witnessed that it began to be engorged with blood and it began to get stiff and elevated until it was straight out in front of his body. I was very impressed. Dan reached for my hand and pulled me against his body and kissed me with tongue, before he laid me on the bed and he knelt over me and he sucked my cock hard. That was the first time an adult had sucked my cock. I had only been producing cum for about a couple of years. At that moment I had a boner larger than I had ever had before and it was sticking out in front of my body like a handle. Dan stuck his finger up my asshole and I squirted more times than I had ever done before. After Dan swallowed all the cum, he kissed me again. After we rested a short time, he reached over and picked up a jar of Vaseline and proceed to apply a thick coating all over his cock and used his two fingers to apply plenty of the gel to my asshole. I knew what he was planning on doing to me and I got nervous about him sticking his cock into my ass. Dan pulled me down to the middle of the bed and placed his hands on the backs of my knees and lifted my legs up until I was curled up to the point that all I could see was my own 4- inch cock and balls. I watched as Dan used his right hand to alien the head of his cock with my asshole and pushed it into my tight little asshole. The pain was intense enough that I couldn't help whining in pain as he forced all-of his cock into my ass. I had to bite my lip to keep from begging him to pull his cock out of my ass. He fucked me like an old hand until he squirted his load into my colon. When he pulled out cum was still dripping from the head of his cock was still dripping, and when I straightened out my legs, I felt cum dripping out of my asshole and pooling under my butt. My asshole was throbbing with every heartbeat. Dan assured me that it would get easier and used a roll of toilet paper to clean my ass of cum and excess Vaseline and folded several sheets of toilet paper and pressed the paper against my asshole. He was asking me if I would like to return to the other party but his question was interrupted by the sound of another Harley approaching the cabin. He stepped out of the cabin naked to check out who it was. When it got quiet, I heard Dan welcoming whoever it was. I was still naked sitting on the edge of the bed, when they entered the cabin. I was embarrassed to be seen like that by the biker that looked about the same age as Dan and was dressed like Dan had been, and there was a blonde boy that looked even younger than me alongside of him wearing blue jeans, T-shirt, and tennis shoes. Looking at the shy boy I would have guessed that he was younger than eleven. Dan asked his friend: "Who is this sweet youngster?" The man said: "This is Tommy, my sister's boy. When I saw you live the party with your young friend, I went to my sister's, to get Tommy and bring him up here to introduce him to you." Dan introduced me to Jack and Tommy. Jack took off his clothes and instructed Tommy to do the same. Tommy was embarrassed to be seen naked. He tried to hide his little penis and scrotum that had not dropped yet behind his hands. Jack led him to the bed and had him sit on the bed next to me. He asked me if I would like to suck his nephew's dick? I was almost as embarrassed as Tommy, but I turned my body and leaned over and took his little penis into my mouth and started sucking him off. His dick got hard but as I expected he was too young to cum. Jack sat on the other side of Tommy and was kissing him while rubbing his big hand all over the boy's chest. Jack got on the bed with his head resting against the headboard and he used the jar of Vaseline to grease up his cock. Then he told Tommy to get up and straddle his hips and lower his butt down and sit his boy pussy on his cock. Tommy got on the bed and squatted over his uncles' hips and lowered his butt down with his back to his uncle, and Jack held his cock up and aligned it with the boy's asshole. Tommy slowly lowered his butt and when the head of his uncle's cock stretched his asshole open Tommy paused because of the pain. Jack assured him that getting the head in is the worst of it. Tommy continued to lower his butt gingerly until he was sitting on Jack's lap. That was when Jack began bouncing his hips up and down actually fucking his nephew. Just the same tears were flowing down his cheeks but he didn't complain. After Jack ejaculated in Tommy's ass, we got dressed and returned to the party. By the time we got back to the party everyone was drunk and naked. There wasn't a lot of sex taking place but it was obvious there had been. Several of the men laying on the floor on their belly's had gapping asshole that were swollen and red from having been fucked. The one still sobers enough to be aware that two young boys had arrived got romantic and wanted to kiss and feel the two of us up. They managed to get hard- ons and found that both of our assholes were still stretched enough to accept their cocks without a lot of fuss. Dan and Jack stuck their cocks into the asses of the two men that were fucking Tommy and me. The two drunks didn't have to do anything, every time Dan and Jack thrust their hips forward it drove the drunk's cocks deep into our asses. Noone got up early the next morning, but as they did start to stir, they all slowly made their way to the bathroom to pee. There was one drunk sitting in the bathtub with cold water splashing water on his face. They all had hangovers and throbbing temples. They were dehydrated and some started drinking warm beer to get over the hangovers. Most were too sick to eat but the ones smoking grass had the munchies and were eating anything from cold pizza to peanut butter on toast. When they had all recovered the sex began again. Tommy and I had been fucked by all of them by Sunday. I had gagged on long cocks and sucked short little cocks with the fat owner's tummies resting on top of my head. I had even fucked a few mouths and adult assholes. By the time Dan dropped me off at the end of my street I was a confirmed Sissy Boy! If you enjoyed the story and have a story you want me to write about your introduction to the world of male sexuality, please send your outline to pomowolf74@gmail.com If you enjoy Nifty, please make your donation to Nifty Archive Alliance to help keep the site running and stories available.