Episode Two

They both sat down on the floor in front of the couch.  "So why didn't you either call the cops on me, or even take the opportunity to stab me to death with my own knife?" Tim wondered with that good-looking grin that filled his face.  He was much calmer now.

"Well, believe it or not, Tim, I see a little of myself in you--years ago, of course, and decided maybe I could do something to help you."

"Well, you could help me by feeling my tight levis until I explode my load inside of them.  Do you have a leather jacket?"  Tim was still trying to be macho.  Guess he just could not understand what it is to be accepted for himself.

"Tim, you can be yourself around me.  No need to put on a face of some super tough kid that you probably are not deep down inside.  Just be honest with me about your feelings and I'll do the same for you."

Tim had probably never been truly honest with himself for most of his teen years, and starting now would be a challenge.

Dave got back to the hot topic at hand.  He knew that he could talk about serious stuff (like who would pay for the slashed leather on his beautiful motorcycle) with Tim later, but Dave was really horny and desired to give in to Tim's sexual nature for a while.  After all, Dave could not imagine a hotter sexier young guy sitting next to him if he had tried.  That's why he kept thinking this was a dream and that he'd wake up all hot and sweaty any moment.  "Yeah, of course."  He answered about the leather jacket.  "Haven't you seen me riding in it."

"Oh yeah, sure.  It's a nice one.  Well, would you mind putting it on--I'd like to check you out in it."

Dave was asking himself if he could trust Tim.  After all, he had just done hundreds of dollars damage to Dave's motorcycle, and if Tim grabbed a knife and killed him, no one would be the wiser.  Dave decided to give him his trust until he proved he didn't deserve it.  After all, he was told he would not be turned over to the authorities (though he would pay for his misdeeds in any case--somehow), and Dave felt Tim trusted that would be the case.  Tim actually idolized Dave in his tight leather and skintight jeans, and now that Tim could be near him, Dave didn't think he'd do anything to damage that tentative relationship the two skintight levis and leather studs were developing.  After all, Dave gave Tim attention, which was something he seemed to desperately need.

Dave grabbed his nicest black leather motorcycle jacket, took off his t-shirt, and put the fine specimen of black leather on and went back to the living room.  "Damn, you look really hot in that jacket," Tim admitted with a wide grin when Dave walked back into the room.  "Much better close up!"  Dave plopped back down on the floor, and the two leather studs embraced one another.  Dave's jacket was this incredibly beautiful black leather classic biker jacket of heavy leather, with all the trimmings.  It was smooth, soft, and yet very tough leather, which is what Dave really liked about it.  The fact that another guy really got turned on by Dave being in it really turned him on.  It was also tight, so that every move Dave made caused the leather to squeal and sqeek as tight black leather rubbed against tight black leather.  The smell of the tanned leather was also pungent as well, and added to the overall experience and desirability of that leather jacket.

"Man, I never ever thought I'd ever have a guy like you help me come in my tight levis," Tim whispered as he started feeling Dave's bulging cock in his skintight 501s.  Dave was thinking that he was beginning to understand Tim's lack of self-worth  problem that he seemed to have.  Dave started feeling Tim's bulging cock in his tortured 501s.  "Well, the feeling is mutual," he told Tim.  "You are a most interesting guy."  That was the understatement of the evening!

The two hardened guys rolled around on the floor, two heaps of tight levis and leather, their crotches tightly rubbing against one another, leather squealing in delight as it rubbed against black leather.  Dave asked Tim to "tell me what you wanted to do to my sportbike tonight," which Dave clearly knew would arouse both Tim and him greatly.  On one hand, Dave did not really want to encourage Tim in his vandalism, but on the other hand, felt that if he could give him a chance to vent his feelings and arousals, he might just not need to be so destructive.

"Ummmmmm, well, first I'd feel your soft leather seat, knowing that is where your skintight levis were planted when you were riding.  That would arouse me a lot.  I might even smell the seat to see if I can smell any of your sweat or body juices dried on that leather seat.  Then I'd take my lockblade knife and while I'm stroking my hard cock in my skintight 501s, I'd torture the soft leather."

"How the hell would you torture it?" Dave asked knowing the probable answer, but wanting Tim to relate it to him because hearing the young vandal talk about it was getting Dave so unbelievably hard.  Tim's voice was soft, young, masculine, and also had a hint of rebellious tone in it as he relayed his vandalistic desires.

"You know, dude, man, I'd take my razor sharp blade and run it softly over the leather, cutting just slightly into it but not deep enough to slash it."  Tim was smiling and Dave could see him picture it in his mind, and his huge cock was growing even harder in his tortured faded levis and Dave was getting so aroused as he was rubbing Tim's hard cock buried in his tortured cum-stained skintight 501s.

"Then after I had tortured the soft leather while thinking about you and stroking my hard shaft until precum showed up, I would then sink my blade into the soft leather as deep as it would go and cut, slice, and shred your soft leather seat with no restraint."

"Oh shit!" Dave said out loud as Tim said "no restaint." Dave's mind was racing, just seeing that teen vandal going wild with his razor sharp knife on Dave's soft leather seat that Dave had enjoyed sinking his skintight levis into so many times before as he rode.  Tim and Dave were both super-hard now, and Tim was rubbing Dave's stone-hard cock buried beneath his tortured skintight faded levis.  Dave could see precum starting to seep through his skintight jeans.  Dave was realizing that the combination of anger at a young teenage tire-slashing vandal slashing his motorcycle seat combined with the incredibly pleasurable image that Dave got off on big time of a young teenage leather and levis stud doing the act made the sexual experience that Dave was enjoying more incredible than anything else he had ever felt before.

"Mmmmmmm, man, that feels SO fine," Dave commented about Tim stroking Dave's hard shaft.  Tim continued.  "Then after I slashed your seat to shit, I'd get on your bike and feel my skintight levis sink into that shredded leather and foam and feel it with my hand knowing that I was going to be noticed by you for sure now."  The image that Tim was painting was half anger and half pleasure, both very strong emotions for Dave.

"That's no lie buddy" Dave told Tim.  "Yeah, dude, I'd know you had been there, that's for sure."

"Yeah, but that's not all man.  I haven't even started on your tires!"

"Oh shit man, I'm about to blow my hot creamy load in my skintight faded levis and you tell me theres more to the story!  I don't know if my cock can take it," Dave grinned at Tim and looked into his sparkling blue eyes.

"Shit no man, I'm just getting started!  I'd then take my razor sharp lockblade knife, and first torture your front tire severely."

"Dude, you sure are into torture aren't you?"

"Yeah, but Dave, if your life was as screwed up as mine was, you'd be doing the same shit I am.  I never torture people, just their toys."

"Yeah, I guess so.  Well at least you're not all bad then."  Dave wasn't sure if he was buying Tim's excuse, but he was way too hot and ready to cum to care at that moment.  "Go on."

"Ok, just like your soft leather seat, I'd torture your front tire the same way, running my blade around your sidewall, cutting deeper and deeper into the soft rubber with each sweep of my blade."

"Oh shit, man, I am so hard I don't think I can take any more."  Dave was shaking and my breathing was shallow.

"Hey, dude, you asked me what I wanted to do to your bike, now didn't you?" Tim said softly.  "Anyway, after I tortured your front tire to the point where it would be just about to blow out, I'd then finish it off and put it out of its misery.  I'd stab deep into the front tire, and then slash a huge gash into the side of the tire, cutting it to ribbons too.  The feel and smell of that air gushing out of your slashed tire would be great, and cool my sweaty face."  Tim talked like he had done this exact thing many times, and just thinking about him doing this got Dave rock hard, even though part of Dave knew what he was talking about doing or having done was some serious vandalism.

"Then I'd do the same thing to your big beautiful back tire, only I'd get hornier because that is a bigger tire and most of your weight rests on that tire.  It also gets more abuse than the front tire, so I'd abuse it more with my knife before I would slash it to shit too.  Anyway, after I slash your front tire to shreds, I get up, move to the back of your bike and slowly torture your back tire with my lockblade just like I did your front tire, cutting the sidewall gently at first and then deeper and deeper into the smooth rubber.  Before the tire was ready to give in to my knife blade, and sometimes that is hard to know when you are torturing a tire because you don't know really know how tough the sidewall is, I'd mount your vandalized bike and sink my skintight levis into your shredded leather seat, sink down into the slashed seat, and then reach down and deeply stab your big back tire.  With the knife still deep into the tire, and air starting to shoot out, I get off the bike, go around, kneel down, and then cut, slash, and shred the shit out of your back tire."  Tim was grinning now, looking off into space as if he was watching himself do the actual act, the feelings of sexy pleasure very evident on his face and in his skintight bulging levis.  He continued, "Feeling the rubber-smelling air shoot out onto my face is a real turn-on!  Tim then made sounds like that of a knife sinking into a tire and the air rushing out, and was now he was very aggressively feeling Dave's cock trying to burst out of his tortured skintight levis.  When he made those sounds while stroking Dave hard and heavy while Dave did him, both of them started to cum at the same time.

"Why slash the tires," Dave wanted to know, even though he already knew the answer.  "After all, my skintight levis don't sit on the tires like they do my smooth soft leather seat."  Just talking about this topic was arousing the two guys more than they could believe.

"Man, I don't know--it just really feels good, and gets me rock hard when I do it."

At that time it was just too much for the both of them.  Feeling each others rock-hard cocks in their tortured skintight levis and feeling, smelling and rubbing their black leather biker jackets together, they both almost simultaneously shot their hot creamy loads into their overstretched faded 501s.  They embraced one another very tightly as they came in their tortured levis, and the leather rubbing against leather was making the experience that much hotter as the squeal of the leather on leather mimicked the sound that Tim made of the tire giving in to his knife slashing the helpless sidewall of both Dave's motorcycle tires.  Once they came, they then each rubbed the other guy's stained, wet levis and then rubbed their hands all over his own tight jeans and the other guy's, spreading that manjuice all over the seriously tortured denim.  They lay on the floor in each others leather-jacketed arms for several minutes to catch their breath and enjoy the pleasure of being so bonded together in their skintight 501s and black smooth leather biker jackets.  A few minutes later they had rested up a bit and gotten their breath.

"Go on," Dave encouraged Tim to tell more.

"Well, usually by that time, I've blown my load big-time into my skintight levis, just like now, only this was MUCH better, so I take a good look at what I've done, sort of mental photograph, and then either go home or find something else to slash.  If I've blown my load big-time over that, I most often just go home and relive the moment and hope like hell I don't get caught."

"What moment?"

"The moment that my knife first sliced through the soft leather seat, and the moment my knife first sank into each of the tires.  So that's what I wanted to do to your motorcycle tonight, but you screwed up my plans."

"Is my bike the first one you have vandalized?"  Both guys were starting to relax a bit after their orgasmic frenzy in skintight faded levis and leather.

Jason

"Are you kidding?  I've been doing this shit since I was 14, since that's when I found the true pleasure of skintight levis and skintight black leather biker jackets.  I got a pair of too-tight levis at a garage sale for about $2, and a old leather motorcycle jacket for $20, and took them home, and quickly discovered the incredible pleasure of wearing them skintight and cumming in them when they are so soft, faded, and skintight.  The slashing began a few months later when I was out with a buddy from school who also learned the pleasure of skintight 501s; his name was Jason; he was pretty much wild; at the time I did not know whether or not he was gay like me, but by looking at his skintight 501s really hoped and thought he was; shit, he wore his skintight faded 501s so painted on I was hard just about any time I was even close to him!  His bulge was incredible!  It was late one night and we were out, bored to hell and looking for some thrills, and we happened upon a motorcycle parked in a fairly dark parking lot.  We both were really horny, but had not yet been close enough to one another to be able to discuss cumming together in our skintight levis.  Hell, I didn't even know if Jason was straight or gay then.  While I had slashed small-time shit before that night, this was the night I guess you can say my current slashing career started.  I'll never forget it."

[end of episode two; stay tuned for episode three where Tim tells how his slashing career got off to a really big start!]
 
 

Tim loved how they felt when planted into the soft leather seat of the motorcycle (before he would "remodel" it)

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