Episode Five

Well, since Dave was either going to watch Tim have ALL the fun, or take part in it himself, he chose the latter option, since after all, in some form or fashion, it would be Dave who would pay for the vandalism he surmised.  Dave decided that since he could not fight Tim, that he'd join him and later try to punish him somehow for ambushing him this way.  Dave strode back to the ATV and put down the two helmets.  "Ok, Tim, I said, "I'll take half of the seat and two tires if you want me to take part in your slashing frenzy."

"Ok, Dave, well then let's get started unless you want to be out here all night."

"Well, hell, since it is my bike parked out on the road for anyone driving by to see, I want to get out of here as soon as possible myself!"

"Ok, fellow vandal, park your skintight levis on the ultra soft seat," Tim commanded.  "Let's do things a bit differently than how I normally do them.  Lets do the tires first, then the seat."  Dave was amazed how casual Tim was about admitting how often he took part in such activities, and how it seemed almost routine to Tim to chance upon a beautiful ATV with the intention of seriously destroying its tires and overstuffed seat in a wild frenzy of young skintight levis and leather teenage wanton vandalism.

Dave sank his skintight faded 501s into the huge soft seat of the ATV, and it really felt good sitting there looking at Tim in the dim moonlight.  Tim moved to the front right of the ATV, and knelt down in the dirt next to the huge balloon tire.  He gripped his razor sharp lockblade knife in his right hand, and began to cut around the sidewall of the tire, while looking up at Dave often to check out his tight faded levis and black biker jacket.  He started stroking his hard shaft buried in his skintight levis as he felt the tire and cut at it with his blade but not enough to puncture or slash it.  Finally, after about 45 seconds of torturing the balloon tire, with one violent jab he sank his lockblade deep into the side of the tire.  Immediately air began to come out, and Tim got a huge grin on his young good-looking face.  Then with a strong jerking motion, he started slashing the side of the tire.  It went flat almost immediately.  He then continued to put several huge gashes in the now trashed tire.  Watching this young vandal in action had aroused Dave incredibly.  He was seriously hard on in his skintight levis for at least the third time tonight.

"Nice job, Tim.  No danger of that tire ever holding air ever again."

"Hey, Dave, when I slash tires, dude, they STAY slashed.  Period."  It was a total turn-on for Dave to hear Tim say the words, "when I slash tires."  It would get him hard as a rock instantly.  Tim got up off his knees and moved to the back of the ATV and knelt down next to the back tire.  "One down, one to go, for me at least," he whispered with a devious laugh.  All of a sudden, Tim got to his feet, moved over close to Dave, and squeezed his leather jacketed body against himself.  He kissed Dave on the cheek, and then kissed him on his leather jacket and rubbed Dave's hard cock that was trying to burst out of his tortured levis.

"Mmmmmmm, Tim, you know how to make a vandal feel good," Dave told him.  He then got back on his knees next to the tire and like the front tire, cut around it several times, checking out Dave's skintight levis all the time.  Finally, with one hand on Dave's skintight levis leg and one holding his lockblade knife, he violently plunged the knife blade into the soft defenseless balloon tire.  Air immediately started to seep out around the puncture wound.  Quickly, Tim pulled the knife out of the punctured tire and stabbed it about 10 times all over the sidewall.  Finally, the tire was totally slashed.

"Now, Dave, it's your turn."  Tim handed him his knife.  The handle was warm and it felt really hot and sexy for Dave to be holding this vandal's prime instrument of destruction, especially just seconds after he had used it.  Dave left his lockblade in his jeans pocket, finding it more sexy to use Tim's blade.  As far as Tim knew, he still did not know Dave had a blade on him.  Tim and Dave switched places.  Dave got off the ATV and went around to the front tire, and Tim sank his skintight faded 501s into the soft seat.  He was stroking his massive hard shaft and also feeling the soft seat as well, contemplating the destruction of the ultra soft leather that would no doubt follow.

Dave was really getting nervous about being out here so long.  And since two tires had already been slashed severely--shredded if you will, Dave wanted to not linger around longer than necessary.  So he felt his hard cock throbbing in his skintight levis as he knelt down next to the front tire.  Dave felt the tire briefly to see how much air it had in it, and to notice how soft and slashable it felt, then looked up at Tim.  "Tim, dude, this is for you."  Dave then immediately plunged Tim's razor sharp blade into the front tire, and air instantly started to come out.  Without hesitation, he pulled the blade around the sidewall of the quickly deflating tire, and put a eight inch gash in the sidewall of the tire.  Then for good measure he plunged Tim's knife into the side of the tire about a dozen more times, shredding the sidewall of the tire even more.

"Damn, Dave," Tim exclaimed in a low tone.  "Man, I thought I was good at that, but shit, man, you sort of put me to shame!"

Dave looked up at Tim and smiled, and Dave was quite hard in his skintight jeans.  But he still had one more tire to do, so he moved to the back of the ATV and knelt down next to the left rear tire.  Like Tim had done, he started feeling Tim's skintight jeans, his huge hard cock, and his leather jacket for a few seconds.

"Oh shit, Dave, that feels REALLY good, dude!"

Dave then proceeded to plunge Tim's lockblade into the back tire and, like the front tire just before it, rip a huge gash in the side of the soft tire.  The ATV sank down as the slashed tire lost all its air, and Tim was getting off on that big time.

"Dude, Dave, I almost never get to sit on a bike when I'm slashing the tires, so this is a real horny treat for me."

"Well, there you are, Tim, one ATV and four totally slashed tires, just like you wanted."

"Yeah, now let's do the seat, Dave.  Why don't you slash the front half while I scoot back to the back of the seat so I can watch."

With that, Dave got up and Tim moved back in the huge soft seat.  In the soft moonlight Dave could see in the seat the depression made by the buttseam of Tim's skintight levis while he was sitting there.  Dave climbed on the front of the ATV and sank his skintight faded 501s into the seat.  Tim started rubbing Dave's leather jacketed shoulders and his hands dropped down to stroke Dave's hard shaft in his tight levis.  Dave moved his tight levis covered ass around on the soft seat, just enjoying the softness of the ATV seat.  The bike was much lower now, with all four tires having been slashed to shit.  Dave got up off the ATV and felt where he had been sitting, and it was warm.  He then held his hand up in the air for Tim and him to admire that razor sharp stainless steel gleaming blade in the dim moonlight.  Dave then plunged the lockblade into the soft seat, and the sound that the knife made as it was penetrating the soft leather seat is one he can never forget.  The sound that the blade makes when it slices its way through the smooth, soft leather-like cover and down into the foam was incredibly arousing to Dave, and apparently to Tim too, as he was getting even harder when he saw and heard the blade sink into the soft leather seat.  Once the blade had sunk into the soft seat, Dave then proceeded to put a six inch slash in the soft seat.   Tim's skintight crotch was just mere inches from his own slashing blade, and he was getting even harder.  He then pulled the knife out and stabbed the front of the seat several dozen times all over, ripping, slashing and shredding the soft leather with each plunge of the knife into all areas of the front of the seat.  Tim was feeling Dave's leather jacket with one hand, and his mounded cock trying to burst through his tortured levis with the other hand.  Finally, every inch of the front of the seat had been severely slashed, punctured and shredded.

"Damn, Dave," Tim said in amazement when he had seen what his skintight levis and leather buddy had just done.  "I thought I was the mother of all seat slashers, but dude, I think you showed me up!"

Dave was in some incredible sexual fenzy now, and it was like he could not control himself.  He handed Tim's lockblade to him and challenged him, "Ok, you little asshole tight levis teenage vandal slasher, let's see if you can top that."

Tim dismounted the ATV, and Dave hopped on backwards on the front of the seat where he had just shredded the leather.  He was facing the back of the ATV where he could watch Tim do his stuff and see if he could top his slashing.  He could see the smoothness of the seat, and it really turned Dave on to see the slight impression in the cool seat of Tim's butt seam from his skintight levis while he had been sitting there.  Dave started rubbing Tim's leather jacket and staring at the wonder that was his huge cock in his skintight faded levis in the dim light.  He had a serious precum stain in the tight levis at the end of his huge shaft, and Dave rubbed that as well.

Tim did not waste any time in starting his slashing frenzy.  He at first cut the surface of the soft seat, not deep at all, sort of his "torture" routine, and then after teasing and torturing the surface of the back of the seat for about a minute, which in the cool night air seemed to be an hour.  Dave was highly turned on, watching Tim do his vandalistic magic on the soft leather.  Tim plunged the lockblade into the soft seat and started shredding it severely.  Dave looked up at Tim's face and could see a face of determination and almost anger as he shredded away at the soft defenseless leather, one hand gripping the lockblade strongly, the other feeling, rubbing and caressing his huge shaft buried in his skintight faded levis.  Seeing the young stud in skintight faded levis with a super hard on and a beautiful black leather biker jacket slashing that soft defenseless leather was the ultimate turn-on for Dave.  He wanted to burn that image into his mind for later enjoyment and pleasure.  Dave then looked down to see that blade slinging in Tim's strong hand just centimeters from his own tight levis crotch and his incredibly hard shaft.  Finally, there was no more leather to shred.  The seat had been totally trashed, and not any of the seat cover was not shredded severely, with some areas of ripped and torn foam showing through the shredded seat cover.

"Let's get the hell outta here, Tim."

"Good idea."  Dave got off the ATV and examined and felt the surface of the shredded seat and it really got him even harder.  Both of the vandals then stood back about three meters from the ATV and took one last look at the wounded machine.  Dave turned to Tim and kissed him on the face and felt his hard shaft in his tight jeans.  They then hugged each other and felt their leather rub against one another.  Dave grabbed their helmets and they raced back to Dave's bike parked along side the road.  Dave just noticed that even it was cool outside and their leather jackets felt good, both Tim and Dave's skintight levis were wet with sweat and still damp from the precum they had both just pumped and the earlier cum they had shot at Dave's place.

Dave hopped on the bike first, then Tim climbed aboard as best he could since his skintight levis made it really hard to swing his leg over the bike.  As he was mounting the bike, Dave turned to him.

"Tim, man, what we did was fun and all, but it was WRONG, dude.  Just plain and simple, we should not have done it.  And if I didn't think you would have slashed the tires on my motorcycle, I'd have NOT taken part in your slashing frenzy.  We are going to have to make restitution for the damage we did, buddy."  Tim looked at Dave perplexed.

"You mean you want me to pay for the guy's tires and seat?"  Tim was a bit astonished.

"Yeah, Tim, that's EXACTLY what I mean.  You are getting old enough that you will have to be responsible for your actions, and now is the time to realize that you can no longer slash and trash without some consequences, whether it is my bike or somebody else's.  "Consequences" was a word that Tim was not familiar with.  If it felt good, he did it, regardless of consequences it seemed.

The two escaping vandals put on their helmets and took off, headed for Dave's house.  By now it was really late, or rather early, and Dave was getting tired, especially after what had just happened.  They got back to Dave's house and he parked the bike in the carport.  The two went back inside where Dave lectured Tim on how he did not appreciate how he screwed him around tonight and put him into a situation he didn't want to be in.  Tim apologized to him, said he'd never do it again, but that one thing Dave needed to know about him was that ATVs were his major weakness.  Cars, boats, bicycles and motorcycles he could resist slashing if need be, but not ATVs.

They both lay on the living room floor in their wet sweaty levis and leather jackets and Dave crawled on top of Tim and they each rubbed each other's levis against one another until they were both rock solid hard.  Then with a little help from their hands, they got each other to cum hard in his skintight faded levis once again, talking about what the two had done that night and what thrills it was to do it with each other.

"I'm glad you didn't leave tonight when you threatened to," Tim admitted soon after both of them filled their tight levis with load of yet more creamy hot manjuice.

"Tim, would you really have slashed my tires if I had tried to leave?"

Tim took a deep breath and thought about it for a second.  "Well, I was pretty worked up out there, ya know, and I REALLY couldn't let you leave, or well I DIDN'T WANT you to leave, so I think that if you had gotten to the fence, yeah, I would have probably slashed one of your tires, probably the front one."

"Why the front one?"

"From what I know, the front tire is easier to replace and less expensive than the back tire.  After all, I really didn't want to hurt you or anything, I just could not let you leave or I was afraid I'd never see you again."  Once again, Tim's hurt and loneliness shone forth.  With that touching admission by Tim, the two exhausted vandals fell alseep in each other's arms to get some much needed rest.  After all, this had been a night to remember for a damn long time.  And to think that there were times that Dave had thought his life was boring.

[end of episode five]
 

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