Trying something a bit different! Inspired by a friend, I’ve written a little story: my first ever. This illustration is kinda squeaky clean, but it sets the scene and shows the characters: I’m thinking about doing a sequence of images from the story, and I did this one as the first. If this goes down well I might have a go at what happens next… Hope you like!
AT THE BICYCLE REPAIR SHOP
I have to admit, I’ve got a bit of a thing for the three sexy guys who run my local bicycle repair shop. I’m always a bit shy going in there because they’re so hot but usually kind of aloof, always in-joking with each other. For me, it’s a bit like being a kid in a candy store: they’re three different but perfect examples of what I’d call ‘just my type’ – lean and toned, each very cool and confident in his own individual style. There’s the alpha guy: smooth, hard bodied, tatted, with a dirty blonde, high-and-tight haircut and immaculate, close-cropped facial hair. Amazing green eyes. Always in shorts, tank and sneakers, always the most aloof. Then there’s the one with a geeky style - tan, long limbed, chestnut tousled hair, grey eyes, scruffy stubble and adorable geeky specs. Often wears a lovely shirt (with his sleeves rolled up to show his lickable forearms) perfectly-cut khakis, and coloured converse, sometimes with (always funky) socks, sometimes without (both look hot). Finally, there’s DILF, with his sturdily muscled frame, short-back-and-sides and floppy quiff (greying at the temples) dark beard and chocolate eyes. Always wears a polo (showing a hint of chest hair in the V of the neck), retro sneakers, and dockers nonchalantly cuffed to reveal a little blinding-white sock (a perv of mine). As a group, they’re like my perfect meal, all laid out …slurp. As I said, I’m always a bit reticent when I go in there because I’ve got the hots for all of them individually, and as for the idea of all three…
The one I usually deal with is DILF, who’s very attentive and reassuring, but always business-like. However, sometimes I get the feeling I’m the butt of some sort of private joke between them – I see the subtlest exchanges of glances and little knowing smiles now and then. I assume they think I’m amusing because of my hopeless old bike that I lovingly take there to be repaired and lavish quite a bit of cash on.
This time I get chatting with DILF about the repair needed – the chain is broken and I don’t have the basic tools to fix it myself – when I see, out of the corner of my eye, Alpha walk in, clock me, and discreetly low-five with Geeky behind the counter. DILF sees me notice this, and says, with a grin,
“Sorry man. I’m afraid we’re gonna need to close the shop for a bit.”
“Oh, okay,” I say, and start to wheel my bike towards the door.
“Where do you think you’re going?” says Alpha, who has got there ahead of me. He twists the lock, and flips the sign to CLOSED. I turn back to DILF.
“We need to have a chat,” he says.
I’m confused, but there’s a slight prickle of pleasure at their attention. They beckon me through to the back room, which is a messy, functional place. There are a couple of desks with computers standing over to one side, tools and bits of bike everywhere hanging on the walls and from the ceiling, an old armchair next to a stack of magazines, and a backless old leather couch, littered with clothing, catalogues and tools. DILF gestures to the armchair, and I sit, as the guys gather round close. Geeky sits on the arm of the chair, and says, with a cheeky grin,
“We need your help to settle an argument we’ve been having.” He leans close and says quietly, “You see, we can’t decide which one of us you’re more into.”
I feign ignorance, trying to hide my embarrassment, but DILF says,
"Come on. Let’s cut to the chase and stop with the playing-hard-to-get. We have an idea that I think you’ll like.“
Alpha moves closer. Geeky reaches across and strokes my chest through my T-shirt, with a reassuring smile.
“Just listen,” he says.
I am very turned on but even more confused, and they can see it. Alpha leans forward and grabs me round my neck, pushing me into the chair.
“We see you looking. We see how you’re always so perfectly turned out for us, always playing the shy guy around us.”
“Yeah.” says Geeky. “Come on. Which one of us turns you on the most?”
I’m tongue tied, and I struggle a little. “I….I don’t know….”
“OK, so this is how we’re going to find out,” says DILF, kneeling beside Alpha and putting his chunky hands firmly on my thighs. “A competition. Each of us gets to work on your cock. Whoever gets you to cum hardest is the winner.”
I’m turned on but very scared. I try to stand, but DILF and Alpha hold me down. Geeky strokes my hair.
“Don’t pretend you’re not into it,” he says.
DILF moves his hands up my thighs to my crotch.
“You can’t argue with this,” he says, grabbing the iron-hard boner that is tenting my jeans.
Suddenly, Alpha is pulling me by the front of my T-shirt out of the chair.
“We drew straws and I get to go first. Buckle up.”
He roughly yanks my T-shirt off over my head, and stands behind me. He pulls my arms together and deftly cable ties my wrists. He kneels and unties my sneakers, then pulls them off and throws them aside. The others watch intently as he unbuckles my belt, unbuttons my jeans and lets them drop, revealing my standard-issue underwear: crisp, white, close-fitting woven boxers.
“Ha!” says DILF. “Boxers! Knew it. I thought I saw a little hint of waistband when you leaned against the counter. Hot!”
"It’s the socks that do it for me,” says Geeky looking intently at my feet. “This guy looks the bomb in a pair of white socks.”
Alpha pulls off his tank and moves up close up behind me. I feel his rigid cock pressing against my ass, his bulging muscles squeezing around me.
“I knew you were a kinky fucker,” he snarls, grabbing my cock through my boxers, and clamping a firm hand over my mouth. “Bet you’d enjoying seeing how we look?”
He stretches one leg out and kicks the door in front of us closed. On the back is a full length mirror. I stand looking at myself in just my boxers and socks, my cock thrusting, with this big, muscular guy holding me tight from behind. Before I realise, Alpha duct-tapes my mouth tightly. He grins sadistically. Then he grabs my hair, yanks back my head just so far that I can still see in the mirror, shoves his hand into the flies of my boxers and grabs my cock. As he bites into the back of my neck, he starts pumping hard and fast.
***
“Let the guy catch his breath,” says Geeky, apparently up next. I’m still taped and tied, and standing almost trembling from the massive ejaculation that has just been forced out of me. Alpha sits at one of the desks, looking smug.
“Follow that,” he says, lighting a cigarette.
Geeky cuts the cable tie from my wrists, and takes care to peel off the duct tape without hurting me. The sweat on my face makes it slightly easier to remove.
“Here.” He clears a spot on the couch for me, and I lay down. “Make yourself comfortable.” says Geeky.
DILF and Alpha snort conspiratorially.
I lay there, tingling and lost in the afterglow of my recent, massive spurt. All I’m thinking is I don’t know if I’ll have any left for this guy, never mind for the lovely DILF. After what seems like just moments, Geeky is wheeling one of the desks closer to the couch. I am too spent to protest as he straps up my ankles and buckles them round the legs of the couch, and does the same with my arms. He attaches electrodes to my chest and inner thighs, and then lowers a contraption from the ceiling.
“This is a little something I’ve been working on,” he says.
He unhitches two tubes from a polished chrome cylinder. One of these has a clear glass sheath attached that he slides over my lingering erection. He takes off my glasses, then straps a mask over my nose and mouth, and puts headphones over my ears. He puts on a headset and turns to the computer on the desk. The heaphones buzz with static momentarily, then I hear his voice.
“This system is designed to monitor and learn your responses,” he says. “Don’t worry. If there’s any cum in you, this baby will get it out.”
The other two draw close as Geeky sits and starts the machine. He puts his feet up on the desk and leans back. With a low buzz and hiss, I feel the chamber around my cock tighten and being to pulse. Ripples of pressure run up and down the length of my cock, slowly gathering pace. At first I’m focussed only on the intensity of the sensation, but as I begin to feel the need to cum again and I start to breathe heavily, the air in my mask suddenly cuts out. I’m electrified by this, and writhe and struggle.
“That’s it,” says Geeky’s voice in my headphones. “I knew you’d like it”.
***
I realise it’s over when DILF leans over me and unstraps the mask from my face. Alpha and Geeky have disappeared. He strokes my hair gently and says, “Take a moment.”
“I don’t know if I can cum again,” I say, hoping he’ll understand my disappointment. I’d play this game of theirs for the rest of my life right now – I’m still hard and throbbing – but I don’t think my balls can manufacture cum fast enough: two enormous loads in a very short space of time, how can I manage another?
“Don’t worry,” he says. “What I have in mind is guaranteed to get you going.”
He unstraps me, helps me to sit up, and hands me a glass of something salty and sweet.
“Electrolytes,” he says, “ to keep your strength up.”
I gulp it down, as he stands in front of me, and begins to undress. He strips to a pair of white trunks with blue piping that cling to his perfect, flat stomach and rock hard thighs, and a pair of blue-banded tube socks pulled up on his well-muscled calves. He rummages in a nearby bag, and hands me a clean pair of boxers.
“I think these are your style?” he grins.
He sits beside me on the coach, drawing me close, so that I lean against his chest while he caresses my neck and shoulders.
“For my session,” he says “You’re going to do what you want. To all of us.”
I’m so focussed on him and the tenderness he’s been giving me that at first I don’t realise what he’s said. Then I notice the others coming in, both stripped to their underwear. Alpha is wearing pale pink boxers, woven but figure hugging, and is sockless as ever. His sculpted tattooed form glistens in the low light. Geeky meanwhile is wearing blue trunks, trimmed with white, and white Argyles with blue and grey squares on the ankles. He has a beautiful, leanly muscled form, with a silky tuft of hair at his chest, running in a trail to his waist. His legs have a light covering of hair, making his socks seem whiter. Standing before me, they look hot as hell: I can’t believe this is all on offer to me.
"How do you want us?“ says Alpha, taking control as usual.
I stand, marshalling my own inner Alpha.
"Get a cable tie and some duct tape,” I order him.
“You,” I say to Geeky, “Lie on the couch. Let’s get you strapped in.”
Then I turn to DILF. I stare into his deep dark eyes, as I stroke his chiselled shoulders and run my fingers through his thick hair.
“Hmmmm. What am I going to do with you?”
©pickedapeck2015
