Bike Riding
"What's the little fag think he's doing walkin' into a place like this?"
The comment came from a bear seated behind me as the two of us, along with most of the patrons of the highway side barroom, eyed the newcomer with a curious and, in some cases, angry stare. He was a fox, red fur and that bush of a tail was a pretty damned good giveaway, but he wasn't one of the usual foxes that came into the bar this time of night... or ever for that matter.
In a way he fit right in, leather jacket and blue jeans being the key attire, but it was that same outfit that made him stand out. His jacket was meant for a vixen, stopping halfway down his torso, and his jeans were a size too small. Sure, the kid had nice curves and a pretty tight looking tail, but I was probably the only one in the bar that appreciated the kid for his looks. His left ear had three silver studs in it that reflected the dim glow of one of the lights above the bar and, as he stood at the bar and sipped his beer, his tail seemed to slowly wag back and forth.
He had to like being the center of attention; no one would dare come in dressed like him if they didn't plan on everyone's eyes being on them. I saw of few of the other patrons exchange looks, a few with threats behind them, and I figured it was time to help the kid out.
Standing, my tail dragged across the ground slightly, my black fur turning a slight grey with the dust of the unwashed floors. When I stood it was like someone had hit the mute button on a sound system; not a soul in the room made a noise as they shifted their gaze to me. It was the joy of having the reputation that I did; the guy who ran the queers out of the bars. It wasn't so much running them out as escorting and when I did I never did it rudely.
The fox tipped the brown glass bottle against his lips and I watched the beer slide down his throat. I stopped a few feet from him and I caught one of his eyes looking me over carefully; just like a fox to try and size up the competition without them noticing. He wasn't the first fox I had dealt with and I had learned not to say anything until I had thought it through a few times in my head. Finally, as the chocolate brown paw holding the bottle lowered and set the now empty container on the bar, I opened my mouth to speak.
The fox cut me off with a loud belch that echoed through the barroom. I was a bit stunned by the sudden reaction, but as the fox stopped and cleared his throat, I saw a smile in his eyes that wasn't reflected on his stony face. Turning to me, he finally let the smile in his eyes show on his lips as he said, "Here to throw me out?"
His voice was amusing to me for some reason. He had tried to sound macho but he had fallen fairly short of his goal. In his natural voice he would sound like any other red fox; male but with a slight higher pitch to match their usually graceful form. Clearing my throat, I just shook my head and said, "I think you and I should go outside for a bit and talk."
"I'll warn you," the fox said with amusement in his voice, "I have my black belt already and if all else fails I could probably outrun you."
"We'll see," I say as I turn toward the door and motion for him to follow. I take a few steps but don't hear him follow. He has to be thinking out his strategy in his mind; no doubt about it. It isn't until I am at the door that I hear him behind me and I turn to see him standing only a few feet away.
Outside we stand alone in the dimly lit parking lot, the only source of light coming from a lamp above the door and a neon sign set off the highway, and I just stand by my bike and look down at him.
"So you gonna punch me or can I go back inside and have another beer?" the fox says as he leans back against what I am guessing to be his bike; some Japanese model that I should recognize but don't. I prefer the American-made but the bike suits him.
"Neither," I say simply as I pop my neck a bit and look back to the door.
"So, what, you gonna stand here and tell me that I don't belong here, that if I value my life I will leave before the big bad bikers inside beat me up, and that you are only embarrassing me like this for my own good?"
"Something like that," I said with a grin.
"I'm going back in for a drink," he says and starts to head back toward the door.
I put my hand on his shoulder and say, "Though I was going to say I know a nicer place to grab a drink if you want. There is a bar in the hotel up the road that is serving half priced drinks and if you want I'll even let you crash in my room if you get drunk."
"Wow," he says with a roll of his eyes, "Great pick up line."
"It wasn't a pick up line," I say with a slight grown of annoyance.
"Right," the fox says as he turns back to me, "it was just an offer to let me get wasted and sleep in your hotel room with you. You are right when you say that it wasn't a pickup line. It was basically asking for me to sleep with you after I get drunk. Nice try."
"Oh shut up," I say as I pull him back to me. I shake my head and say, "This is the third time I've had to get you out of there Fiero and if you try one more time I may just let one of them take a punch at you. You know you can't come to this place dressed like you want to dress."
Fiero sighed and said, "Yeah yeah Foxie; I get it." He shook his head and said, "So I guess I should just leave now."
Feeling a bit bad at this point, I look to his bike and said, "I like the new bike."
"It's a Honda," he says as he turns back to it and runs a paw over the seat. He smiles back at me and says, "I like the vibrations."
"I bet you do," I say with a smirk. Looking down the dark highway I sigh and say, "I missed you."
"I missed you too," Fiero said as he looked back to the door and then to his bike. "Okay... let's go."
"You sure?" I say as I look down at him.
"Yeah, I'm sure," he says with a grin that only a fox can pull off, "I just love seeing you play the hero and try to act macho."
I ride along side him for the half hour it takes to get to the hotel. He zips ahead of me a few times and I start to wonder if he is just playing hard to get or if he is still a little mad I didn't let him get his second beer. He only started coming to the bar earlier this month and already he and I have dated a few times; and he always comes back to the bar to see me... and to follow me back to my room.
We pull up at the hotel around 1 in the morning and, to my disgust, I find the doors locked tight. "Damn it Arny," I say aloud as I smack on the door. I look through the glass door and see the badger sound asleep on the lobby couch, an empty vodka bottle laying on its side on the floor.
I feel Fiero's paws wrap around my waist and I suppress a gasp as I feel his fingers disappear into my jeans. He grabs my sheath and I feel myself growing hot down where his fingers are caressing me.
"Can't get in," I say with a soft moan as my sheath begins to harden under my fox's touch.
"Follow me," Fiero says as his paws slip free and he leads me back to out bikes.
I expect him to get on his bike but instead he just starts to walk with it toward the side of the hotel. Curious, I follow behind him as we walk along the side of the hotel and finally find our way out back. When he stops his bike safely behind the cover of the dumpster barricade I know what he has in mind. My pants are already undone before he lays across his bike.
I peel off his jeans like I'm unwrapping a gift and I let them fall to the ground. My fox's tail lifts as I press my muzzle under it and lick over his tight pucker. I slicken his ring with my tongue as I feel my full erection tap the ground lightly as I kneel. I look down at my full nine inches and wonder how on earth my little fox takes it all with ease.
Fiero slips back off his bike a bit and lays across it so his belly in the seat and his paws are on the wall of the barricade. I lick my lips as I stand, pre dripping onto the ground as my cock hangs heavy between my legs. He wants to be fucked now but I prefer to tease.
My hands come up to cup his furry white sack and I hear him elicit a cute little squeek. I love making him suffer just a little. I can tell by his scent how bad he wants it, the way his aroma meets my nose... the way his rump is quivering... I love it so much.
"You are too much of a damned tease," Fiero tells me and I agree with him. I love the white furry heart on his rump, the way his fur on his thighs come together on his wonderful round rump. No more teasing... not now.
I press the head of my bright blue shaft against his tight pucker and I press forward. I don't get in the first time but with Fiero's help I make in the second time. He is so hot inside, his passage gripping and drawing me in deeper. I can't deny my love for him... or for what he can give me. Inch after inch sinks in as my fox takes it all in stride. Finally, when my heavy sack bumps his smaller one lightly, he makes a pleased moan.
We stay like that for a moment, me hilted inside my lover's tail and my lover slowly stretching until he finds comfort. I reach my hand around to grip his shaft and find it already thick and heavy. His seat is covered in pre and soon, thanks to me, it will be reeking of his musk. I begin to stroke as I feel his paws stamp the ground. He wants me to keep going... but I just want him to beg.
Finally he does, at least he would if I let him speak, and I rub his rump in appreciation. He is too in bliss to speak for me so he lowers his ears, gives a wanting whine, and wriggles his firm rump against me. I let him have it all after that.
I pull out to my head, and then thrust it all back in. I love the way he yips and jerks under me and for a moment I have to keep in mind what he is leaning on before I send his bike onto its side. Gripping his hip in one hand, the other wrapped firmly around his shaft, I let myself go.
My hips meet his rump in loud, audible slaps as the source of our union makes a wet squelch with each thrust in and out. I grunt as I feel myself drawing near my climax; spurred on by the tight grip of my lover's tail. Finally, with a loud and slightly savage growl, I spill myself into him.
Pulling out shortly after, I kneel and lick the mess as it leaks from the vulpine's tight pucker. When not a drop remains, I sniff around and see that he made a mess of his bike seat. Standing, I pull him to me as he slowly begins to fall asleep.
"My window is open," I say with a smirk as I pick him up in my arms and walk to a nearby window.
"Nice timing," he says to me as the two of us shuffle inside.
Together we lay in my bed, now naked and sticky from our mating. I nuzzle into his shoulder as we drift to sleep and share a dream of our future on the open road.