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He saw the cloud of dust as the bike came into view. Sure enough it was Mike and he was alone. ‘Wonder where he was?’ Kerry thought as the bike slowed down as it approached him.
The bike stopped just a few feet in front of him. Mike took his helmet off and shook his hair out. He looked over at Kerry.
“Where ya heading Kerr?” he asked.
“Home,” he replied.
“Want a lift?” Mike asked
Kerry's heart almost stopped at hearing those words. His lust God was actually not only talking to him, but also wanting to give him a ride. He thought he would pass out as he stammered a spasmodic yes. Mike grinned and tossed him the spare helmet off the back and told him to climb aboard and hold on.
Kerry struggled with the helmet and then swung his own long legs over the bike's back and climbed aboard. He hesitantly placed his hands around the strong waist of Mike.
Kerry's heart was pounding inside his chest. Mike grabbed his hands and pulled them harder around his waist, and yelling to Kerry, ‘COME ON, HOLD ON TIGHT!’
Kerry managed to tighten his grip, feeling the stomach muscles beneath the shirt and feeling the warmth flowing out from what was his dream man's body. Kerry was sure that before Mike got the bike going he would pass out, but he didn't. The bike roared to life and before he knew it, he was heading off towards his place. Conversation was impossible but he wouldn't have been able to say a word anyway. His heart was pounding and he could feel a hard tightening in his crotch. He was definitely aroused and he could smell Mike. He had an aroma that sent chills down his spine whenever they passed in the hallway, and now that smell was close and much more pronounced. Every time Kerry breathed he took in that manly smell and with each smell he could feel his pants jerk slightly around the crotch.
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