Episode Four

"Well, Tim, what'd you want to do now?" Dave asked as they both sit on the leather couch after they put back on their black leather biker jackets.  Tim and Dave were enjoying feeling the soft black tough leather in each other's jacket, especially knowing the hot sexy arousable guy buried beneath all that tight leather and skintight cum-stained denim.

"Hey, I have an idea, dude.  We could go out and you could help me trash some motorcycles," Tim said with a wide sinnister grin as he looked Dave in the eyes.  Dave knew Tim was kidding him, or at least thought he was.  Nevertheless hearing him say that was arousing Dave whether or not he wanted it to, and he could see Dave's cock starting to grow in his stained faded tortured jeans when he suggested that.  He put his hand over Dave's cock and rubbed it softly as it grew ever larger with his soft touch.

"Well, Tim, I don't THINK so, though thank you for asking."  Dave smiled back at him, and once again was struck by how beautiful his blue eyes were when he looked directly at him, and how they sparkled and accented his young and good-looking face.  Dave could clearly begin to see through all the black tight leather, through the cum-stained skintight faded levis, through the knife-wielding vandalistic young punk that Tim thought he was, to a little boy who wanted to be loved and accepted as he was.

"Well, since you went to the trouble of slashing my soft leather motorcycle seat, but left my tires intact . . ."

"Yeah, that's because you nailed my ass before I could get to them!" Tim grinned.

"Yeah, well, anyway, the tires are still inflated as far as I know, so I thought that since you kinda idolized me perched on that bike you might want to go for a ride."

"Shit yeah, man, that would be really hot.  Man, I'm getting really hard again just thinking about being with you on that bike."

"Well, then, let's do it," Dave said as he grabbed the keys to his now damaged motorcycle.  Dave grabbed his helmet and one for Tim.

"What's that?" he asked, pointing to the helmet I was handing him.

"It's a condom for your head," Dave replied sarcastically.  "I don't want your brains--or mine--all over the asphalt if we take a spill."  Tim frowned and grabbed the helmet.

As Dave later learned later to his regret, he forgot three things: one is to find out the one thing that would always send Tim "over the edge" vandalistically, another was to set a very important ground rule for the guy, and the third--well you'll find out about that a little later.

The two cum-buddies went out to the carport in their tight leather biker jackets and faded skintight wet-with-cum levis.  Tim took a closer look at the shredded seat and put his hand on Dave's leather jacketed shoulder.  "Dude, I got that leather seat really good, didn't I?"  he asked, laughing like a schoolboy who had just done something evil.

"Yeah, Tim, guess you did.  But guess who's goin' to pay for it?"

"Oh man---"  Tim blurted out like he wasn't prepared for Dave's statement.

"Yeah, you little teenage tire slashing vandal.  YOU are somehow going to pay for this beautiful leather seat that you decided to shred.  We'll work out the details later."

Tim shrugged his shoulders.  He then put the palm of his hand down on the shredded seat feeling his handiwork, as if he was inspecting it for flaws.  Dave then turned off the carport light and felt the shredded seat with his own hand.  He could not believe a) what this punk had done to his beautiful seat, b) that he was associating with Tim now, and c) that he was getting aroused feeling his own shredded leather.  "Damn, this is weird," Dave mumbled as he sank his skintight faded jeans into the front of the tortured seat.  "Come on, Tim, hop on."  Tim had some difficulty mounting the bike because his skintight levis were so damn tight he could barely stretch his legs apart.  "Here, put your left foot on the left buddy peg, stand on it, and you should be able to mount the bike that way."  He did that, and was barely able to swing his right leg over the bike his skintight levis were so unbelievably skintight.  But finally he managed, and sank his tortured cum-stained levis into the shredded leather seat.  Dave started the bike, and took off down the street, with his young teenage horny leather biker jacketed vandal close up behind him.  It was an incredible feeling to have this leather and levis vandal sitting so close to him, Dave thought.  And that this was the very teenage vandal who brutally and sadistically slashed the very motorcycle seat both of the young stud had sunk their skintight levis into!

Dave wasn't sure where they were going to go, but it was about 3:30am, and it was cool out, so their leather jackets felt good.  Tim, like any good bike passenger, put his arms around Dave feeling his leather jacket.  He then migrated his hands down to feel Dave's skintight levis and the bulging cock down his left leg that he was enjoying rubbing.  He got really close to Dave, rubbing the leather in his jacket and his skintight levis against Dave's.  The leather squeaked as it rubbed together, as all fine nicely preserved leathers do.  "Man," Dave thought to himself, he could ride with this young guy and NEVER stop."  Tim seemed to be enjoying it too.  Tim struck Dave as a young guy who just did not really worry about anything at all, much less consequences.  Dave guessed to be a vandal one would have to have those tendencies, which were becoming somewhat foreign to Dave as he grew older, and could be prosecuted as an adult.

At one point at a stop sign Dave turned around to Tim and apologied for the ride.  "Tim, if the ride is a little less comfortable that normal, it's because some asshole slashed the seat under your skintight levis, dude."  Tim smiled thru the helmet and replied with a grin, "We should kick that vandal's ass when we find him."  Dave shook his head in the affirmative.

After riding in the city for a while, the pair headed out a gravel road out into the rural farmland area.  It was fairly dark and the stars were really bright once they got away from the city lights, but there was a crescent moon casting some light down on the countryside.  Dave noticed a reflection up ahead about 500 yards down the road, about 30 feet to the right of the road.  He thought it might have been a misplaced roadside reflector or something like that.  As the pair drew closer to where it was, Tim tapped Dave hard on the shoulder with his right hand (his left one was still fondling Dave's hard cock buried in his skintight levis), and shouted for Dave to stop.  He stopped on the side of the road, which was quite deserted being that it is just a gravel road, and cut the engine.  Tim hopped off as best he could in his skintight 501s.

"What the hell are you doing, Tim?  You gotta take a leak?"  Dave thought that was a possible explanantion.

Tim headed over to the barbed wire fence near the road, and as best he could in his skintight jeans climbed over it.

"What the hell are you doing, man?"  Dave wanted to know.  Then it dawned on Dave that Tim wanted to see what that reflection they had seen earlier was.  Dave quickly followed him over the fence.   About 50 or so feet inside the fence he realized what the reflection had been and that's when he began to realize how he had screwed up earlier before their ride.

"Dude, Dave, man, look what I found!  It's an ATV four-wheeler!"  Tim was dancing around the vehicle with delight.

Yeah, it was certainly that.  A really nice one, with a huge long soft seat and four mama-bear tires on it as well, parked on a narrow dirt access road near the field adjacent to the dirt road.  Tim's dance for joy was definitely not sitting well with Dave, and that's when Dave found out another thing he wished he had known earlier--that ATV's are the ultimate target for Tim, even much more than motorcycles.  They are his total weakness, and he is just about as helpless as any teenage knife-wielding vandal can be when he's confronted with one.  Fortunately it was Dave who had the knife tonight, having put his lockblade in his right pocket before they left just in case Tim somehow went psycho or something like that and Dave had to defend his life.  Dave WASN'T planning to use it for anything else, or allow Tim to.  Tim and Dave were both getting quite aroused having found this perfect ATV specimen, and Tim did not hesitate to hop on the four wheeler and bounce up and down on the soft overstuffed seat.  Dave was getting quite hard seeing Tim in his leather and skintight faded 501s bouncing up and down on the huge soft seat so smooth and perfect.  He was also getting aroused thinking--no, KNOWING what Tim wanted to do, but Dave was the one with the blade and was not going to give it up easily.

"Hey, man, the key's still in it!" he whispered loudly as he tossed his helmet to the ground to get a better look at the ATV.

"No man, we're not going to steal it, or even start it!" Dave sternly announced.  "There's a house just a few hundred yards away, and if we start this thing, we're liable to get a double barrell blast through our leather jackets!"

"Yeah, you are probably right," Tim admitted.

"Tim, let's just hop on this thing, enjoy sitting on it and fantasizing a bit, and then get the hell out of here, ok?"  Dave was getting nervous the longer they stayed out here.  Also, it was obvious that Tim was getting hotter and hotter to not leave his mark on this ATV, and that really scared Dave!  So he took off his helmet and hopped on the ATV behind Tim and they both bounced all over the soft seat for a short while, then Dave put his arms around Tim, held him very tight against him, leather to leather, skintight jeans to skintight jeans, and it felt really good holding him so tight while both of them were perched on this sexy machine.  Dave reached down and felt Tim's hard on, and man, it was so hard that he knew the both of them were in trouble.  Dave did not think Tim could be this hard unless he was up to something, and it wasn't long before Dave's fears were justified.  All of a sudden, almost out of nowhere, Tim produced his lockblade knife that he had used to slash and trash Daves' bike's soft leather seat.

"Ta-da!" Tim sang softly as he held the knife up in the air as if he had just produced it out of thin air.

"Holy shit, man, where'd you get that!"  Dave was totally taken by surprise by this development!

"Hey, you sure don't think that I'd go out on on the prowl without my trusty razor sharp lockblade knife on me, now do you?" Tim asked rhetorically, with a huge smile and grin.

"What the hell, Tim, we were just going out for a nice late-night ride, man!  This is NOT what I had in mind when I suggested it!"

"Sorry, Dave, but I never go out late at night without my blade, just in case."

"Yeah, just in case!" Dave said disgustedly.

"Yeah, just in case I come across something that cannot be passed up.  And dude, we are now sitting on it!!!"

"Oh shit," Dave thought to himself.  "What the hell am I going to do?  I got this young vandal teen going psycho on this ATV we found and I don't think there is any way I'll be able to stop him before he goes all the way."  To Dave, when speaking of Tim, "going all the way" was not about sex like one might think, but about something more sexual--more hot--more arousing to the both of them--slashing.  Dave's mind was spinning a thousand miles an hour, trying to find a way to keep this teen from carrying out what they both knew what Tim was determined to do.

"What can I do to talk you out of this, buddy?" I asked Tim.

"Like, nothing dude!  This ATV is as good as trashed in my book!"

Dave was feeling sexual arousal and anger at the same time.  Sort of like being tickled and pounded at the same time.  He knew he could take out his blade and try to have a knife fight with the handsome oversexed virile teenager, but more than likely one of them would get cut, stabbed, or even killed.  Dave was thinking that his only choice would be to get the hell out of here, and get home while Tim was left here to trash this guy's ATV tires and seat, which to me seemed like the only logical choice.  Dave was not thinking straight, and it was late, and he was now getting tired finally, compounding the problem.

"Do you want to help me slash this ATV up, or do you want to watch?"  Tim asked with a huge grin, laughing like he had just discovered gold, seriously thinking that Dave would be willing to be a party to his destructive activities.

"I think I'm going to leave, Tim.  I don't like this shit one bit at all.  You promised me you'd do anything if I did not turn you into the police, and this is how you replay me?"

While Dave was really turned on by Tim, and this whole thing about the ATV was arousing Dave to no end, he just was not prepared to be a party to the total and wanton destruction of its balloon tires and smooth, soft leather seat.  Dave thought that all that cumming he had done earlier had made his less aggressive.  If he was really horny, it might be a completely different matter.  But it was late, Dave was getting fatigued, and this ATV belonged to someone not probably unlike Dave.

"Sorry, Dave, I forgot to tell you that my greatest weakness in the whole world is ATV's.  I just lose it when I get around them.  I mean, dude, feel this huge soft seat, and check out those huge balloon tires, man this is one awesome slash-toy.  And you know what?  I'm really glad they outlawed the three-wheelers, 'cause now I have 25% more tires to slash with these!"  Tim was in nearly a psychotic frenzy.  He was totally out of control.  Truly the ATV was having a big effect on his mental state.  It was like one huge drug on Tim's system.  It was just as if Tim had taken a dozen uppers a few minutes before finding this potential victim to Tim's lockblade knife.  But Dave was with Tim earlier this evening, and other than the sugar and caffeine in their carbonated drinks, Tim was just running on pure internal adrenaline right now (and sex hormones too, of course), and out of control.

"Look, man, I gotta do this one--man, it's just BEGGING me to do it.  I mean, what are the chances we just happened to drive down this road and spot it out here all alone, all by its lonesome, just waiting for little Tim to come by and do some serious slashing?"

"Look, Tim, I'm going to take off, because I don't approve of you doing this shit.  Talking about it while we jack off together is one thing, but actually doing it is something entirely different.  I'm going to head home now, and you can come or you can stay, but I won't hate you or anything like that, but I just want you to know this shit doesn't sit well with me.  We can still get together for fun, but not this kind of fun."  Dave actually was amazed that he was taking such a dim view of Tim's potential slashing given how much he himself was turned on by it.

"Dave, I want you to stay and either take part, or you can watch.  Shit, man, having you do either would really get me off.  I love you Dave, and want you to be a part of my life, yeah, even the slashing shit part of it!"

"Sorry, Tim, I love you too, but cannot sit around and watch while you commit serious crimes.  I'm sure you will be able to get home somehow by morning."

"Serious crimes?  What the shit are you talking about?  It's just slashing, dude!  You know, like the shit I did to your motorcycle tonight.  Dave, I don't want you to go."  Tim was getting quite serious and had a tinge of authority and maybe even violence in his voice.  Dave was actually starting to wonder whether Tim might even try to kill him tonight.  This was a side of Tim he could not have imagined a few hours earlier.  Dave reached down to pick up his helmet.

"Dave, you're not leaving."  Tim was not asking, he was commanding!

"Sorry, Tim, I'm outta here.  You are totally out of control, and you should realize it."

"Dave, you cannot leave."

"Watch me, Tim."  Dave grabbed Tim's helmet and started walking toward his bike.

"You won't make it home!"  Tim was very serious.

"What the hell do you mean, Tim?"  I turned around to face him.  "Are you going to kill me or something like that?"

"No, Dave, what I mean is, "Tim took a deep breath and shot a slight grin Dave's way.  "What I mean is that you won't be able to drive home with both the tires of your motorcycle slashed."  Tim nodded and gave him that evil grin, knowing that he would make good on his threat.  Dave instantly stopped in his tracks, frozen by Tim's statement.  Tim's blunt statement hit Dave like a ton of bricks, and he knew he would make good on this threat, in his present mental state.  Dave had not even thought that Tim would actually consider slashing Dave's own motorcycle's tires to keep him there, but Dave guessed Tim's mind and Dave's don't always think alike.  Dave's head dropped, knowing full well that having a knife fight with this young powerful teenager would not be good for his health.  Dave also KNEW Tim would easily be able to get to his bike before Dave could, even in his skintight 501s, and could slash both his tires in a few seconds.  And Dave seriously KNEW he WOULD do it, too.

Tim's demeanor and voice left no doubt.  So Dave's choices were to head toward his bike only to have Tim slash both tires to shreds so that they'd both have to walk home and leave Dave's motorcycle out here to be stolen or further vandalized or stripped; or, to just realize that he screwed up big time tonight, made some serious judment errors, and get through it as best he can.  The bottom line to Dave was than in any case, no matter what he did, this guy's ATV was going to be trashed by Tim, and Dave would just have to accept that fact.  If Dave wanted his bike's $250 worth of tires to get slashed as well in the process, well it was up to him.  He knew that Tim had him cornered, and that his lax vigilance and not thinking ahead had helped cause this problem, so he just wanted to get through this night with nobody getting stabbled, slashed, or killed.

"Ok, Tim," Dave admitted defeat in a low tone of voice.  "You win, buddy.  There's no way I can stop you from doing what you are about to do."

Tim grinned at him as he approached the ATV, knowing that he could not stop him, so he might as well try to enjoy the action since there was little else he could do.  "Dave, you can watch while I slash this ATV up, or you can help.  I'd really like you to help, since if we get caught you're going to get half the blame anyway.  Plus, I'd like to see YOU trash some leather and rubber for once, since I KNOW you LIKE it."   Damn, Dave knew that Tim was right.  Tim knew of Dave's conflict of good versus evil, and took advantage of it.   Dave knew that since the ATV was going to get slashed up, he knew that his evil side wanted to take part in it.  He could not justify his feelings, but who can when your cock is rock hard in your skintight jeans and you are with a rugged, good looking skintight levis-clad vandal like Tim who drives you wild and keeps you rock hard every moment you are with him?

Dave decided that somehow he would find a way to pay the owner of the ATV for the serious slashing vandalism that was about to ensue.  That made him feel only a little better about being betrayed by Tim.  If the two got caught first, however, that would be too late.  It was a chance Dave had to take, but there was not much else he could do.  So he decided to go wild with Tim, knowing he or hopefully Tim, would pay later.  And not from jail or the morgue, hopefully.

Dave resigned the fact that he had lost this battle.  Knowing that, and that he would no doubt be later paying for part or all of the damage to the ATV, he decided to make the best of the situation, such as it was.

"Tim, I want half the seat, and two of the tires."  "Shit, man," Dave thought to himself.  "I cannot believe what I'm saying or about to do."  Dave was now sure that Tim thought that too.

[cuming in episode 5: Will Dave give in and help Tim slash the ATV's tires and seat?  Will they get caught?  What will this act of wanton vandalism together do to their budding relationship?  Stay tuned!]
 
 

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