Mitch was so hard that his pants couldnīt hide it, but Gabe was not what he wanted at the moment. He followed his brother outdoors and said goodbye to him while lighting a cigarette without even thinking about where it come from or letting go of his beer. He was still shirtless and could not stop scratching himself or burping. Before returning inside, he felt drawn to the garage. He picked up his beer and his notebook and went to the garage to resume watching porn. The place looked different from the last time he had been there, more messy, metal band posters, lots of tools and an empty space on the side of your car that somehow he felt a bike should be there, but he had never owed a bike. Next to him was an old dirty mattress with no sheet near a outlet he could plug his notebook. He had a vague memory of letting biker friends sleeping there when they were in town, but, whose biker friends ?
Mitch should really be shocked by all the changes in the place, but he actually felt more comfortable in this kind of trashy place and paid it no mind. Gradually Matt's personal story was changing, now he remembered a neighbor who had impressed him during his childhood, Mr. McNeely, or as he would later discover, Red Bear. Mr. McNeely was a biker in a gang, but not a regular biker, a 1%er, he always looked cool in that leather vest, muscular furry chest, long red and gray beard, full body tattoos and total disregard for the law. Police were always there looking for McNeely, but in spite of their parents' protest, the old biker eventually became a role model for Mitch, who became more interested in motorcycles and mechanics and less in school or good grades.
Thinking about it, Mitch started looking for pictures of hairy and daddy bikers on some extreme porn site, bears, wolves, criminals, drug addicts, only men. Any guy made Mitch hard and his cock was out of control today. Each contraction from his meat rod seemed to emanate a wave that covered his whole body, his hand now rough and callused and full of old scars gripped his larger furry cock, that seemed to have grown at least 7 inches. Pleasure and lust twisted his mind and every fucking jet was like a needle injecting serotonin into his brain. Soon the old mattress was covered in cum, but from the looks of it, it was not an unusual occurrence. On his arm the tattoo of the hairy hearts was almost complete.