TATTOOED RACER
This was the fourth time this year that Kai showed up at my underground garage, shirtless, covered in fresh sweat and new ink, that cocky smirk on his face. The kid was a fucking menace — gang member, underground racer, pure trouble. And every time he wrecked another one of my bikes with his stupid street fights, he came crawling back to me.
“Boss… I fucked up the Ducati last night,” he said, voice low and rough, flexing his thick arms as he walked around the blue beast I kept locked away. “But look at this one, man. This blue monster is calling my name.”
I leaned against the wall, already half-hard just watching him. The way those tight black briefs hugged his fat cock and muscular ass made my mouth water.
“You’ve burned through three high-end bikes this year, Kai. What makes you think I’m giving you this one?”
He turned to me, eyes dark and hungry. He knew exactly what he had to do.
The tattooed racer stepped close, his hard body radiating heat. He grabbed my hand and placed it on his sweaty abs, guiding my fingers down the deep cuts of his muscle.
“C’mon, old man,” he growled, voice dripping with arrogance. “You know I’m worth it. This body… this dick… it’s all yours if you give me the keys.”
He dropped to his knees right there on the cold garage floor, yanked my pants down and swallowed my cock like a starving animal. Wet, sloppy, noisy — gagging himself on my dick while looking up at me with those dangerous eyes.
“Fuck… you’re such a whore when you want something,” I groaned, grabbing his hair.
Kai stood up, turned around, and bent over the blue motorcycle, pulling his briefs down. That thick, tattooed ass was presented like a gift.
“Take it, Boss,” he said, voice rough. “Fuck me raw and the bike is mine.”
I didn’t hesitate. I slammed into him hard, pounding that tight muscular ass while he moaned like a bitch against the fuel tank. Every thrust made his heavy cock slap against the shiny blue bodywork.
“Harder, you rich fuck,” he growled. “Make me earn it.”
I railed him mercilessly until I filled his guts with my load. He came right after, shooting all over the motorcycle seat without even touching himself.
Panting and dripping cum, Kai turned around with that same cocky grin.
“So… we got a deal?”
I tossed him the keys, still catching my breath.
“Take the fucking bike. But next time you wreck it… you’ll be paying with that ass for a whole week.”
Kai laughed, pulling up his briefs.
“Deal, Boss.”
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