Episode Three

"Well, Jason said even more fun that stealing the bike would be to vandalize it; I asked him what he meant, since we had never vandalized anything before together; I was getting quite aroused though.  He dared me to slash the soft leather seat on the bike [see picture] if I was not a chickenshit, and so in return I dared him to slash the tires.  I really wanted Jason's acceptance and love, so when he suggested that I slash the soft seat, well, that really aroused me.  After all, we were bored, and I was incredibly horny and this would definitely be something sexual and very exciting.  A total adrenaline rush!  Well, when Jason sank his skintight 501s into that soft seat of the bike after making that dare, he looked so sexy and hot that I gave in and pulled out my lockblade knife; Jason was taunting me and calling me a chickenshit and stuff like that.  That was arousing me more, and man, was I even getting harder in my skintight 501s!  I guess nobody into skintight levis like me wants to be called a chickenshit by a good looking tight levis stud.  Finally, without any warning, I pulled out my lockblade knife, opened and locked the blade, reached down with my lockblade and stabbed the seat right in front of his skintight crotch, with him sinking his skintight faded levis into that soft leather seat.  We were both getting rock hard as I did it and Jason watched."

"'Shit, you're doing it!  You're actually doing it' he whispered loudly as my blade sank into the soft seat just in front of his crotch.  He was really shocked that I would carry though on one of his dares, I guess.  His face lit up both with fear and delight, and he was getting even harder in his skintight 501s as well.  I also could not believe what I had just done.  Man, I thought, I was vandalizing this dude's beautiful leather motorcycle seat, and the thought of that was driving me crazy."  I had feelings coming over me that I had never felt before, and it was both confusing and exciting.  My heart was pumping a million miles an hour, and I could feel my own heart beating underneath my leather jacket.

Dave was curious.  "Tim, how could you slash the seat with him on the bike?  Did you cut him too?"

"No, he'd move his skintight levis covered ass back to the back part of the seat and I'd slash the front of it, and then he'd move forward, sitting on the slashed leather, and I'd rip up the back of the soft leather seat.  It felt incredibly exciting and sexy to feel my lockblade slashing through that soft seat, cutting and ripping that soft, smooth material while my sexy hot buddy was sinking his skintight faded levis into it.  Man, that action was making both of us so horny and hot!  Jason was rubbing his hard cock bulging through his tortured skintight 501s, and also feeling the slashed leather.  Finally, the whole beautiful seat was totally shredded with virtually no seat cover left unslashed.  We were both so aroused at that point I was nearly shaking.  It was quite a rush.  I still could not believe what Jason and I had just done.  It was so unplanned, so spontaneous, it really scared us a bit I think.  The fear of getting caught or even shot by the owner was in a way adding to the sexual excitement.  Then it was Jason's turn.  He got off the bike and I got on, and he then looked at my faded skintight 501s planted in that slashed leather seat, and then proceeded to torture the tires at first."

"How'd Jason torture the tires without slashing them?  And why did he do that?  And did he finally slash them?"

"Hey, you're getting ahead of the story.  Jason tortured the tires by cutting or slitting the sidewall of the tire but not deep or hard enough to actually cut into the tire.  That's where I learned to do it.  Jason was very sadistic I found out later.  That to me was also arousing.  He wanted to see how much he could torture the tire before it would actually give out.  He cut the sidewall of the tire lightly at first, and then deeper and harder with each slash.  Finally, the front tire started to lose air when he had cut hard enough and deep enough.  The moment he reached the point that the tire started leaking air, like a wild man, he took his razor-sharp knife and punctured deep into the tire and then cut at least a six inch gash in the side of the tire.  The air gushed out, and that sound was turning us on even more.  It seemed like everything we did was arousing us more and more, making us go farther in our slashing.  He was also feeling his hard cock trying to burst through his skintight faded 501s.  He then cut several more six-inch gashes in the side of the tire until it was completely slashed all the way around on the front tire on both sides.  He was not just happy slashing the tire and ruining it; he had to make sure that all the sidewall on both sides was shredded completely.  It was like a fetish thing with him, and I knew this was not the first time he had slashed a tire--he was too damn good at it!

Having completely shredded the front tire beyond recognition, he then moved to the back of the bike, and feeling my skintight faded 501s, he did the same thing on the back tire, torturing the sidewall without mercy until it could not take any more and started to give out under his razor sharp lockblade knife.  When he finally sank the blade into the tire to shred it, he could not slash the tire as many times because a lot of the sidewall was not easily reachable behind the frame of the bike.  Feeling my tight ass planted into the slashed leather seat, and then feeling the back of the bike go down when he punctured and then brutally slashed the back tire was quite a rush!  I tell you we were two guys totally out of control.  It was like a sexual frenzy out there around that bike.  At the time we really didn't care that we were destroying somebody's property for our own sexual pleasure.  The funny thing is that I'm not normally that uncaring about other people.  It's just that when I get so aroused and horny, well, I just lose it."

Tim's story was starting to make sense.  Dave was totally aroused again, but understanding more how Tim could have this 'Jekel and Hyde' personality complex where he would totally lose control of himself in a sexual frenzy.  "Wow, that sounds like quite an evening with this guy."  Mental note, Dave thought: Understatement #2 for the evening.

"Yeah, Jason was totally wild I guess.  He was also quite sadistic for some reason.  I mean, most guys would just slash the tires and leather seat, shoot their loads and that'd be the end of it.  That's pretty much how I do it.  Not Jason.  He got incredible pleasure slowly torturing whatever he was going to slash.  Like if he would slash a leather seat, he'd first put slight cuts into the surface of the leather but not so deep that the leather would get slashed.  Then after torturing it for a while, he'd later totally slash the seat wildly.  It was almost like a ritual for him.  I guess I picked up my love of slashing from Jason.  I guess I always would have loved slashing, but Jason really brought it out in me.  He made it fun, exciting, dangerous, and very sexual, all of which would turn me on like nothing else.  Jason and I never did any drugs, at least I know I haven't, so the slashing was our way of getting high.  It was a total adrenaline rush for both of us.  It also bonded Jason and I together like nothing else ever could.  Of course jacking each other off didn't hurt, either."  Tim smiled.

"In a way, I guess he was bad for me, because I would probably not have ever slashed anything if he had not dared me to.  Oh, I guess I might have, but probably not that early in my life.  Jason was totally sexual, and was quite good looking to me, and of all the guys I knew then he wore his 501s the most faded and skintight which really attracted me to him.  I was gay and had no dad growing up, so I really idolized Jason, and would do almost anything for him or to him or for him.  That night in the darkened parking lot we jacked each other off for the first time in our skintight 501s, and it was totally pleasurable to do it with another guy, especially a guy like Jason.  That's what I learned that night."

Jacking each other off

"How'd you jack each other off?"  Dave wanted some details.  He was hanging on to every word Tim said, and was so hard again listening to his experiences.

"Well, Jason stood next to the vandalized bike, leaned his ass against the bike's slashed seat, and while standing there, I felt his hard cock buried in his skintight levis, and also felt the slashed seat that I had just senselessly ripped to shit.  Finally, I pumped his hard cock while softly recounting what each of us had just done to the motorcycle, and he blew his load big-time into his tortured 501s.  I mean it didn't take much after what the two of us had just done to this guy's motorcycle for our own sexual pleasure.  I rubbed his hot creamy cum all over my hands, and then on the front of his tortured levis, and finally on the slashed leather seat.   'We can leave them something to remember us by,' was my statement when I rubbed his hot creamy cum all over the slashed leather.  Of course that was back before they could identify you from DNA evidence."  Tim laughed.  "I definitely would not do that today I don't think.  You can get DNA from cum, even dried cum, can't you?"

"Hmmm, I guess so.  I guess if there is any part of your body that has your DNA fingerprint, you hot manjuice has to be it!"

"Yeah, so Jason and I then switched places, and feeling my tight levis ass against that shredded leather and Jason feeling my hard cock through my super skintight faded 501s was enough to get me to cum really hard.  I pumped what seems like gallons of cum in my skintight faded levis, and Jason then soaked his hands with it and then rubbed it all over his skintight levis, the slashed leather seat, and even rubbed some on the tires that he had just slashed so brutally.  Then we got the hell out of there, after surveying our handiwork once more."

"Jason was more sadistic, because he'd say, 'Man, I can't wait until the dude comes out tomorrow morning and sees what you and I did to his motorcycle,' and he'd laugh about that.  'I'd love to be there to see his expression when he sees what we did to his bike,' he'd say.  I really wasn't like that.  I'd laugh when Jason would say that, but I did not vandalize the bike with that in mind.  Tonight with your bike it was different, which I'll explain later.  I'd go home, and yeah, the jacking off with Jason was fun, but I'd feel guilty about what I did.  I mean, what if it was my bike?"

"Yeah, Tim, how about that?"

"Well, I knew what I was doing was not right, but it was so sexual, and really felt so good, and Jason made doing it so fun, easy, exciting and sexual."

"You did this more than once with Jason?"  Inquiring minds wanted to know!  Dave was still rock hard, and could now see that Tim was also now really hard as he related the story.

"Shit yeah, man, Jason wanted to do it every night with me, but I wasn't into it as much, plus was afraid we'd get caught.  So I'd go with him maybe once every two weeks or so hunting for our 'prey.'  That was about how long I could hold back from jacking off if I knew I was going to be out with Jason so I'd cum hard and heavy when he pumped me.  Sometimes we'd find a car or bike to target, but often would not, and just pumped each other until we came hard in our skintight 501s.  Knowing that Jason was so sadistic, I once asked him if he'd ever torture a human being.  He said he would not, and I'm not 100% sure I believed him, from what I knew about him.  You see, he came from a very abusive childhood, and was really screwed up inside I guess.  His dad, when he was home, would beat the crap out of him, which I guess eventually screwed him up totally.  But he cared about me, and he was my friend, and I felt he needed a friend since his childhood had been so screwed.  I never saw him torture anyone or even any animals when I knew him, so maybe he was right.  Cars and motorcycle were a completely different matter for Jason.  They were fair game for his razor sharp lockblade knife, you could say."

Tim laughed.  "Jason had this thing about his lockblade knife being razor sharp.  I mean he was a fanatic about it.  He'd sharpen it just about all the time when he wasn't using it.  That first night he slashed the tires on that motorcycle, it was like he was slashing paper, his blade was that sharp!  Guess it also made his torture of leather and tires a lot more fun with a razor sharp blade.  It was one area he was really quirky about.  If he had his lockblade knife on him, you knew it was razor-sharp and ready for action.  And both of us wore our lockblades whenever we could, but could not in school.  Well, at least we could not wear them on our belts!  There's more about Jason and his blade, but I'll tell you more about that later."

"So Tim, that was your first incident of knife vandalism, huh?"

"Yeah, pretty much.  There were a few times before that when I slashed some bicycle tires at school and slashed a few 'banana' seats when I came across them, but that was pretty much rare for me, until that night Jason 'graduated' me into motorcycle and car slashing.  I'll tell you about some of those earlier incidents later if you want too.

"Where's Jason now?"

"Uh, well, he moved away last year.  Not real far away, but too far so that he and I don't get together any more.  That's probably good, I guess.  Maybe we will get together again one day just for old time's sake.  Maybe go out and find us another motorcycle."  Tim smiled.  "So now that he's gone from the neighborhood, I had to carry on for him.  Plus, every time I slash anything, I think about Jason, and how much fun we used to have together and how his skintight 501s used to drive me crazy, how we used to cum so hard after we did our slashing, and how sadistic he was to the shit he would slash up.  I really miss him.  I guess you could say that in my own twisted way, I loved the guy as much as anyone could love another.  Both of us were really screwed up, so maybe that was a common bond between us."

Dave was curious.  "Why'd you say it was different with my motorcycle?"

"Oh, yeah, well it was.  I mean, well, I knew what you looked like, I really liked the way you looked when you'd ride the bike down in front of where I live, and I really wanted to have you.  And I guess since I felt I could not have you, well, then I'd hurt you and get sexually aroused at the same time by trashing  your motorcycle.  You might still not know me, but you'd definitely know that I was around!  And I'd have the pleasure of knowing that somehow I had affected your life, and gotten great sexual pleasure out of it as well.  It's not near as good as being with you here in person tonight, man this is awesome, but I guess you gotta work with what you have, ya know?"  Tim paused.  "Man, all this talking and sweating has made me thirsty.  Got anything to drink?"

"Yeah, Tim, how about some soda?"

"Sure."

Dave knew that they would have to discuss who'd pay for his slashed seat, but in the meantime, they were both very sweaty and thirsty, and it was time to take an emotional break from Tim's life story.  The two shed their hot black leather jackets on the floor, and headed to the kitchen.

Cuming in Episode 4; Tim and Jack go riding on Jack's vandalized motorcycle!  Jack confronts Tim about who'll pay for the slashed seat.

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