Tim the Teenage Vandal

Tim the Teenage Knife Vandal:
Episode 1: Skintight faded 501s and slashing leather & rubber turn him on
Dave's first encounter with this radical kid
Can he be reformed? Should he?

SETTING THE SCENE

This is a story of a gay teenage neighbor named Tim, and a guy named Dave who got involved with him quite by accident. Tim is quite a normal 18 year-old, except for two things: 1) he loves to wear super skintight faded 501s and a tight black leather motorcycle jacket all the time (what's wrong with that?!), and 2) he slashes leather and rubber with his razor-sharp lockblade knife (and cums) when he wears his skintight levis and leather (ok, so he's a bit "different"). Other than that, Tim is a quiet, polite kid. This is the story of how Dave got involved with Tim, involuntarily at first (a victim), and tried to find out what made him tick.

Episode One

Dave has a really nice sportbike motorycle that he parks in the carport outside his house. He doesn't have a garage to store it in so he can't really secure it as he found out. One chilly spring night, Dave heard a noise, and went out to investigate. When he opened the door to go outside, he confronted a teenage vandal face to face. Dave could not help but noticing immediately that he was rugged and very good looking--for a criminal. He had a lockblade knife in his hand, was wearing a tight black motorcycle jacket and skintight faded 501 levis and cowboy boots. In just about any other setting, Dave would have gotten rock-hard just looking at this sexy levis and leather guy (Dave likes skintight levis and leather guys, in case you haven't guessed).

The teenage vandal was in the process of shooting his load inside his skintight faded 501s while rubbing his cock with his left hand and slashing Dave's motorcycle seat to ribbons with the knife in his right hand! Talk about a paradox! He looked up when Dave quietly opened the door, panicked, left the knife sunk into the seat and tried to run from the scene. Well, he didn't get far, for he tripped over Dave's garden hose and fell to the ground face first (we all KNEW garden hoses were good for something!). Guess he was really nervous. He was breathing hard, almost panting; one would guess so since he was just about to cum in his skintight faded 501s. Dave came down on top of him, and pinned him under my body. Dave was in a t-shirt and of course his (in)famous skintight faded 501s that he loves to wear any time he can. Dave pinned him down, and lay his head on the young teenage vandal's black leather jacket for just a moment to get his breath as well. Dave could smell the tanned leather in his jacket, and it smelled good. Dave was getting slightly aroused by pinning such a good-looking tight levis and leather stud in his own yard, but was still mad as hell. It was quite a strange feeling. Dave's adrenaline was pumping like crazy as well. After he caught my breath, and calmed down just a bit, he blurted into his ear, "What the hell do you think you are doing?" Dave didn't yell too loud for he didn't want to wake up all his neighbors. The young vandal didn't say anything. Shortly after that, Dave grabbed his hands and yanked them behind his back to the point where he cried out, "Man, you're hurting me!" The young teenage vandal was really scared, Dave could tell. The young guy probably didn't know what Dave was going to do with him.

"Damn right I'm hurting you!" Dave retorted, mad as hell. "Get up!" he ordered as he put an arm around his neck and keeping one of his arms tightly behind his back. "I'll break your arm if you try to get away, ok?" He nodded. Dave finally got the youth back under my carport where he was able to grab a loose piece of rope and tie his hands behind him. He knew by the tone of Dave's voice to not try and get away.

Dave was finally calming down just a bit, and the leather and levis teenage vandal pleaded, "Please don't call the cops--man, I'll do anything if you don't--anything!"

Dave sat him down on the side door stoop, and stood in front of him. His head was level with Dave's waist, and he was staring intently at his bulging skintight 501s. The teen was wearing an expensive black leather motorcycle jacket, and probably the most skintight pair of faded 501s Dave had ever seen on anyone who was still able to breathe. Dave walked over to my motorcycle and surveyed the damage. The leather seat of his beautiful sexy sportbike, soft and smooth until just a few minutes ago, and upon which Dave had planted his skintight 501s many times for lots of rides, had been severely slashed, and the young tight levis vandal's knife was still sunk into the slashed seat. Dave pulled out the lockblade knife, and felt the sharpness of the blade. Damn, he thought to myself, he could shave with this thing it's so razor sharp!

"What's your problem, kid?" Dave asked as he strolled back over to where the teen was sitting, still with his knife in his hand.

The young punk looked at the shiny, razor-sharp blade. "I don't have a problem, but it looks like your leather motorcycle seat does!" he said with a coy smile, looking at the totally shredded leather seat as if to admire his handiwork.

Dave just held the razor-sharp blade of the knife down to the shoulder of his leather biker jacket. "Nice jacket. It'd be too bad if your nice leather biker jacket got shredded just like my motorcycle seat did." The razor-sharp blade was pushing against the leather of his jacket. He could see and feel that.

"Man, please don't cut my leather jacket--it's the only one I have. Look, I'll make it up to you--I promise!" He looked Dave in the eye when he said that, and then down to Dave's skintight 501s. Apparently this teen figured since Dave loved skintight 501s like he does, they might enjoy some of the same things they each do in them. The young sexy teenage vandal took a deep breath. "Look, I'll do anything you want me to, man, anything, as long as you don't turn me in. Whatever you want, even if it involves sex." When Dave heard that, his cock started growing larger in his skintight faded 501s, a fact that was not missed by this teenage vandal.

What a dilemma! Dave knew he had two choices at this point. Turn him over to the police or not. If he did turn him in, he'd spend a night in jail maybe, or get a ticket or something like that, and he'd be back out in a day or two. And he very likely target Dave's motorcycle with even more wanton teenage vandalism then. Dave didn't have a garage to keep it in, so it was vulnerable to teenage vandals like Tim. He decided the police route would not help Tim probably, and it might lead to even more vandalism to his motorcycle when Tim decided to "get back" at him for turning him in. The funny thing about Tim was that he had nice features--he was quite good-looking, in fact. He didn't have that "hardened criminal" look to him. If he walked into a gay bar, he could have any guy in the bar eating out of his hand, especially with his tight levis and leather appearance. But sitting there in his tight black leather motorcycle jacket and skintight faded 501s and boots he looked quite sexy to any levis and leather lover, including Dave.

Upon interrogation, Dave found out his name was Tim, he had just turned 18, and he lived a few blocks over. Dave had seen him occasionally in the neighborhood, and had often ridden his motorcycle down his street when Tim was outside. Dave told him that I would not turn him over to the police IF he agreed to come clean with me what he was up to. He promised to tell Dave anything he wanted to know about him. He was staring at Dave's skintight jeans so much he knew that Dave must have loved skintight 501s, and Dave guessed he felt a "skintight 501s kinship" between them starting to develop. Dave felt that he might even be able to help Tim reform from his life of crime, or at least divert it into something less destructive. What Dave didn't tell Tim was that his slashing of Dave's beloved motorcycle seat really pissed him off, but also strongly sexually aroused him as well. It was something he could not explain, except to say that when he was a teen, he was also fascinated by knives, and what they could do. And yes, Dave had committed several acts of vandalism using knives, but that was long behind him, so perhaps he could help Tim get through this as well. Probably, Dave thought, it's true that what goes around comes around.

"What were you doing tonight?" Dave asked him, as if he didn't already know.

"Well, I'm gay, and I have this thing for studs who ride motorcycles wearing tight levis and leather, and saw you many times go down my street. So one day I followed you on my mountain bike until I found out where you lived."

"Why?" he wanted to know. Are we dealing with a stalker here?

"Well, I wanted to ride with you, be with you, and enjoy close-up your skintight levis and leather, but I knew I could not have you, so I decided to vandalize your motorcycle tires and seat to get your attention. I came over tonight to slash your seat to ribbons, and slash both your tires--I really like doing shit like that ya know--anything with my lockblade knife. I love to cut and slash. When I do shit like that, I get so hard and horny that I blow my hot creamy load right in my skintight 501s right there on the spot. I love to cum in my skintight 501s! Then sometimes I rub my hot cum that seeps through my tight levis all over whatever it is that I slashed or cut. When I go home, I think about what I did, and can cum a lot more times just thinking about it. I was planning to really blow my load over your trashed motorcycle tonight and for many nights as well. But you came out before I had a chance to slash your tires."

"Let me get this straight, now--you target the bikes of guys who you think are sexy, is that it?"

"Well, yes, but I don't limit my slashing to just that--my favorite target is sportbikes like yours, with the smooth leather seats, and huge back tires. If I know the sexy dude who rides the bike, so much the better, but I've done a lot where I didn't know the guy at all."

Dave had a real problem here. He did not want to encourage this teenage vandal on one hand, but the thought of this young leather and tight levis punk going out and slashing leather and rubber turned him on and brought back memories of his own rebellious years, there was no denying that. It was quite obvious that in a sense, Tim was in essence Dave a number of years ago, and as Dave soon found out he lived in a fatherless home with no males that he could bond with and love, even in the father-son non-sexual sense. And his rebellion was either directly or indirectly linked to being gay and having no buddies he could call his own. It was all starting to make sense to Dave now. To know how to minister to this troubled teen Dave needed to know his past, including his past experiences in his home life, and even his experiences with vandalism. Well, ok, Dave had to admit that some of the young skintight teenage vandal's experiences were probably going to arouse him, though Dave wouldn't tell him that.

"Would you be willing to share your past with me? I mean, everything, including your vandalism?" Dave asked the young teenage levis stud.

"As long as you promise to not use any of it against me. Some of it is pretty wild."

"Agreed"

Dave's cock was growing in his skintight levis, and Tim could see it. He must have known that talking about his vandalsim would arouse Dave by now. He untied his hands, and Tim came inside with Dave after they both took one last look at the shredded sportbike seat.

"Tim, Tim, what are we going to do with you?" Dave asked Tim as they walked inside, Tim leading the way. Dave had not noticed until now how unbelievably skintight and faded those 501s fit over his tight ass. His seams were nearly about to burst out, and his wallet was clearly outlined in his right patch pocket.

"Well, I was in the process of cuming when you caught me. Want to help me finish the job?"

Dave knew this was going to be a very long and interesting night with this teenage vandal.

[to be continued....]

Cuming in Episode Two: Tim begins to recount how he got started in his life of crime. Tells about Jason, his inspiration.

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