One Hot Biker

When personal trainer Matt is beaten up in an alleyway by three homophobic teenagers on a visit to his hick home town, it's shaping up to be the worst day of his life. But that's before unlikely savior Lenny roars up on his vintage motorbike - and whisks him home for some TLC and the hottest sex Matt has ever had.

Advisory: This short story (3100 words) has graphic sexual content describing oral and anal sex between two hot guys. Unsuitable for under-18s.

Extract:

Lenny was standing so close behind him that he could feel his breath on the back of his neck, but before Matt could meet his gaze in the mirror, he had turned on his heel and headed for the bathroom.

"Take a seat," he said abruptly, and Matt meekly obeyed, sinking into the sofa with relief.

Lenny came back with a steaming bowl and a cloth, which he wrung out in the hot water and handed to Matt.

"You took a real beating back there. You might need to go see a doctor."

"I don't think anything's broken," said Matt. "But I'd better get going before I start bleeding over your furniture."

"You're not going anywhere looking like that. Come here."

Lenny took the cloth from him and with surprising gentleness wiped the dried blood from Matt's cheek and around his mouth.

His face was so close that Matt could see the fine lines around his eyes. His hand lingered for just a moment too long on Matt's cheek, and they held each other's gaze.

Then he leaned forward and his lips brushed Matt's.

Matt searched his eyes to ask if it was some kind of trick, some kind of test that he was about to fail. But all he could see in Lenny's eyes was naked desire, and he forgot his swollen face and his bruised ribs that hurt when he breathed, and he stroked Lenny's face with the palm of his hand.

Their mouths met again, and this time Lenny's lips parted and Matt's tongue explored inside, tasting his own blood and the sweetness of Lenny's mouth as he pulled him in close for a long, tender kiss that left both of them gasping for breath.

Matt ran his hand along Lenny's firm jaw, feeling stubble under his fingers, and Lenny leaned in towards him, winding his arms around him, pulling their bodies together and making Matt wince with pain from his bruises, but he didn't care. Lenny's body was hard and warm under his T-shirt, and his hands were in Matt's hair, rubbing the back of his neck as he nibbled at his ear, tickling.

And then Matt smiled because one of the biggest, hardest cocks he had ever felt was pressing through Lenny's jeans against his thigh, making him forget everything except for the guy in his arms, who was gently laying him down on the sofa, holding his face and teasing him with long, sweet kisses.