A BIKER'S TALE - PART 1 (THE INITIATION OF DANNY CHALLETS)

 

All characters contained within are entirely fictional; any similarity to any real or fictional person living or deceased is totally unintentional. Do not read this story if you do not enjoy reading about consensual sexual activities of an exhibitionist nature. Otherwise read on......

CHAPTER 1 - WISHING CAN BE DANGEROUS

 

Have you ever heard of the saying "be careful what you wish, for it may come true"?

 

Well for me the saying proved all too true, as my following tale will demonstrate beyond a doubt. Don't get me wrong I wouldn't change my life now for anything but on one fateful day this summer my life went from being safe and predictable (some might say boring) to exciting and at times scary.

 

But I'm jumping ahead of myself, let me start at the beginning and introduce myself to you. My name is Danny Challetts, aged twenty four, medium height and slim with close cropped auburn hair. My best feature I would say are my eyes for they are a tawny colour and in bright sunlight look golden. My worst feature has to be my skin for it is white at the best of times except for when it is a painful red when I have been out in the sun too long. As a kid at school I my class mates called me a vampire because my skin was so pale and I didn't like the hot summer sun. However when I complained about the teasing my mother just used to scold me and say that I should be proud of my Irish ancestry and stand up to the bullies.

 

Once I left school the teasing stopped and the colour of my skin was no longer an issue when it came to getting men into my bed. Oh yes, by the way I am gay and proud of it. I have my own apartment in Glens Falls, New York State, which I rent cheaply because it's on top of the grocery shop where I work as the assistant manager. The job title sounds grand doesn't it? But in reality there's only the manager, myself and a young girl who works weekends.

 

My life at the moment is not quite in a rut but it is definitely following a regular routine. I work five days per week on a changing shift pattern, when not at work I'm generally hanging out with my two best mates Perry Seaham and Lewis Devling. We've known each other since school and came out of the closet within weeks of each other. I like to think of myself as being the butchest of the three but I'm sure if you asked them they would argue otherwise! For ages I have been moaning that there's no fresh talent on the local scene and I'm getting so desperate that I might have to go cruising the straight joints! At night I would lay in bed idling wishing for something, anything to happen which might spice things up a little for me, after all I'm in my twenties and not getting any younger.

 

The powers that be must have been listening to my prayers for one Saturday morning as I was doing some household chores my mobile phone rang. Glad for a break I flipped the screen up to find that Perry was calling, strange I thought for at weekends he's not usually out of bed before mid-day.

 

"Hi ya. What's up?" I asked as I continued dusting the window sills in the lounge.

 

"Are you busy?" Perry asked outright.

 

"Not really. Only doing chores" I replied.

 

"How do you fancy going to the Honaw Motorcycle Rally up at Lake George today?"

 

"Oh, I dunno. You know I don't like being around all those Hells Angel type guys, they scare me a little!" I replied sounding a bit girly even to my own ears.

 

"Look" he continued, not put off in the slightest "what else are you going to do? Think of all those macho men showing off on their motorbikes, all that grease and testosterone."

 

"Well, as you put it like that, I could be persuaded but only on the condition that Lewis comes along to protect me" I replied knowing full well that Lewis would not want to be left out.

 

"Yes! You're the greatest mate in the whole wide world!" Perry cried down the phone, clearly pleased with my decision.

 

"I know and I'm the only one with a car. What time do you want me to pick you guys up?" I replied a little smugly.

 

"How about half an hour from now at my house, Lewis is just getting changed.........." he trailed off.

 

"You little beggars! I'll see you two in half an hour then" I said as I burst out laughing realising that I had been manipulated into this by Perry.

 

Hanging up on Perry I quickly put the cleaning stuff away and dashed into the bedroom to choose my outfit for the rally. Well, you never who you might bump into at a rally, it could even be the man of your dreams. Hmmph, fat chance! I thought as I rummaged through my wardrobe searching for clothes suitable for hot weather but also offering protection from the sun. In the end I chose a cream linen shirt and bleached jeans with matching trainers, finished with a white baseball cap to keep the sun out of my eyes. Inspecting myself from all angles in my full length mirror, I was satisfied with the casual effect of the ensemble and that I still looked young and attractive (modesty is not a trait I possess).

 

Fifteen minutes I pulled up outside Perry's house, actually his parents for he's not left home yet, and tooted my horn to announce my arrival. I nearly died with embarrassment when I saw Perry and Lewis appear from the front door. Perry was wearing a black muscle vest, black boots, pinky purple camouflage combats and matching baseball cap. Lewis was dressed similarly in a turquoise muscle vest, black boots and pale blue camouflage combats. His head was uncovered because he's so proud of his blonde hair and hates to flatten it with hats. My expression must have been comical for they both laughed and waved exaggeratedly which only increased the embarrassment factor still further! I just shook my head in resignation, there simply was no point complaining as it would only make them worse.

 

Concentrating on driving enabled me to forget about their outfits and the conversation quickly turned to discussing the types of guys we might see at the rally along with the things Perry wanted to do. Driving northbound on Interstate 87 towards Lake George I noticed that traffic was heavier than normal going our way and I wondered if they were heading for the same destination as us. From the rear of the car Perry was bouncing around in excitement every time a motorbike overtook us, for all his campness he just loved those two wheeled machines and of course their male riders. It seemed the whole world was converging on Lake George that day and it took us nearly half an hour of queuing to find a parking spot near to the rally site and then had to queue to pay the entrance fee. But it was worth the wait, the site was much bigger than I was expecting with a large trade stand area and huge main arena. Dotted all over the place were food and drink facilities as well as non-biker themed amusement areas for families with children. The place was already crowded with people and it seemed to me that the every section of society was represented not just the hardened bikers.

 

As we meandered amongst the trade stands I relaxed and even enjoyed myself as Lewis and Perry inspected the different makes and models of motorbikes on display. I chuckled to myself seeing the look of condescension on the seller's faces slip as they realised that the two obviously gay guys knew their bikes and became almost buddies as they discussed the mechanical and technical aspects of the bikes in question. I had to walk away though when they started flirting with the sellers, I didn't want to be present when the macho guys realised that they were being hit on nor give the game away by laughing out loud. Each time they'd catch me up grinning like idiots and more often than not they'd be holding business cards as trophies. A couple of hours passed very quickly and before I knew it my stomach was rumbling from hunger, I was not the only one for as mine rumbled again Perry announced that he fancied a hot dog as he was starving and headed straight for the nearest hot dog stand.

 

Lewis and I ran to catch up with him, standing there in the queue we started looking around to see if we could spot any eye candy. Perry is a natural man hunter and within seconds was poking us both in the ribs and pointing with his head in the direction of a nearby stall where a guy stood with his back to us talking to a female stall holder. The guy is question seemed to sense our attention and looked over in our direction. Perry nearly came in his pants there and then! I must admit he was a very handsome man if a little older than the guys I normally hooked up with. I'd put him in his late thirties to early forties, a great bear of a man standing at over six and a half feet tall wearing black leather trousers and matching waistcoat over a tight white muscle vest. From his posture and demeanour he was clearly used to being in charge. His head was shaved except for an inch long strip of black hair running from his forehead to the nape of his neck gelled in a Mohican style. Facially he was clean shaven except for a pointed goatee beard grown to about two inches long again it was black. His large dark brown eyes had a dangerous glint to them and a shiver ran down my spine as his eyes met mine. He held my gaze for what seemed an eternity before with a slight smile he turned away to resume his conversation with the stall holder.

 

Perry was visibly deflated; for once he had failed to gain a guy's attention even though he had been trying his best to do so. He was too wrapped up in his own misery to realise that it was me who had received the eye contact and being the friend I am I decided not to tell him of this fact. As we made our way to the main arena with hot dogs and drinks in hand we gently teased Perry about him losing his touch. Watching the motor racing in the arena Lewis announced that he didn't know what the fuss was all about, the bloke looked like a whole lot of trouble and best off avoided. Neither Perry nor myself made a comment.

 

Later that afternoon, having grown bored of watching the displays and just a little irritated by the crowds, we wandered down to the shoreline dock where a river steamer was docked and taking on passengers. Curious to find out what was going on we picked up our pace and joined the back of the queue while we read the notice board.

 

After a quick discussion we decided to buy tickets for the two hour boat cruise on the lake, it was something none of us had done before and sounded like fun. As I reached into my pocket to retrieve my cash I felt someone standing close behind me. Turning round, with my hand still in my pocket, I was met by the sight of a muscular hairy chest inches from my face. Tilting my head back I looked up at the heavily tanned face looking down at me and straight into the eyes of the guy I had seen while queuing up for my hot dog. With anyone else I would have come out with a flippant remark about standing so close to me. But there was something mesmerising about him and I just stood there rooted to the spot taking in the face before me and the feint smell of sandalwood. Reflexively I smiled up at him and my heart skipped a beat when he smiled back, my smile faltered a little however when I felt him put his arm around my waist and pull me closer to him. Then before I could react I felt the fingers of his other hand push their way inside the waistband of my jeans before pulling back just as quickly. Still smiling the guy released his hold on my waist and sauntered off back in the direction of the rally grounds without once looking back.