im_invisible69
Finally...Spring...vroom
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It was fairly early on a Friday night, about 10pm, and I was overtaken by wanderlust....and many other types of lust as well. I couldn't sit still, so instead I decided to go out and see what was happening in town. I grabbed my helmet, opened the garage, and pulled out my bike. A ride always makes the night/day better. There is nothing more exciting than roaring through the night, smelling the night air, and feeling the temperature change as I go from place to place. I've been riding for a while and have great confidence in my abilities. Sometimes, I do push a bit, riding a bit faster than normal, taking some exciting curves a bit faster, it's all exciting. Feeling my body sliding over and around the curves, my pulse quickening, my awareness peaked looking for any possible danger and how to avert it.
After riding for about an hour, all around the outskirts of town, I'm more excited rather than less. Usually a ride like climaxes which reduces my energy...tonight though it seems to have heightened it instead. How I'm practically thrumming with pent up energy. I know...I'll go to my second favorite past-time....dancing. I pulled up to the best dance club in town, and notice that the line has started to form. I pull my bike in-between a couple of cars parked, leaving plenty of room for them to leave without any damage to the bike. I lock my helmet to the side and walk over to the line.
I know the bouncers really well as we often ride together, burning up the local mountain roads, though feeling the energy of the crowd waiting to get in I decide to just stay where I am, after all it won't take too long to get there. I look around at the beautiful people all around me. Some look over at me, and their eyes just keep moving. I'm pretty used to that. I'm pretty average looking, average height, neither a stacked body nor pudgy. I have very short brown hair, and if anyone decided to look closely they'd see that my eyes are actually an interesting golden brown.
I am one of those odd men that are not gay (definitely NOT gay), and actually has rhythm, and most strange...absolutely LOVES to dance. I do go to clubs fairly often, though had not expected to go out tonight because the day had been pretty long and I thought I was tired. With the amount of energy pulsing through my body, I definitely was not tired.
I enjoyed ogling the incredibly beautiful women in the line, watching their interplay, either with each other, when they were in a group, or with their "date." Watching the women with their dates was always the most interesting. It was pretty easy to see which relationships were more solid and which were less so...
The next thing I knew I was in front of my pals, shaking hands and thumping backs. They chidded me for waiting in line, then after seeing my eyes roving over the beauties all around me, laughed and pushed me through the door....
After riding for about an hour, all around the outskirts of town, I'm more excited rather than less. Usually a ride like climaxes which reduces my energy...tonight though it seems to have heightened it instead. How I'm practically thrumming with pent up energy. I know...I'll go to my second favorite past-time....dancing. I pulled up to the best dance club in town, and notice that the line has started to form. I pull my bike in-between a couple of cars parked, leaving plenty of room for them to leave without any damage to the bike. I lock my helmet to the side and walk over to the line.
I know the bouncers really well as we often ride together, burning up the local mountain roads, though feeling the energy of the crowd waiting to get in I decide to just stay where I am, after all it won't take too long to get there. I look around at the beautiful people all around me. Some look over at me, and their eyes just keep moving. I'm pretty used to that. I'm pretty average looking, average height, neither a stacked body nor pudgy. I have very short brown hair, and if anyone decided to look closely they'd see that my eyes are actually an interesting golden brown.
I am one of those odd men that are not gay (definitely NOT gay), and actually has rhythm, and most strange...absolutely LOVES to dance. I do go to clubs fairly often, though had not expected to go out tonight because the day had been pretty long and I thought I was tired. With the amount of energy pulsing through my body, I definitely was not tired.
I enjoyed ogling the incredibly beautiful women in the line, watching their interplay, either with each other, when they were in a group, or with their "date." Watching the women with their dates was always the most interesting. It was pretty easy to see which relationships were more solid and which were less so...
The next thing I knew I was in front of my pals, shaking hands and thumping backs. They chidded me for waiting in line, then after seeing my eyes roving over the beauties all around me, laughed and pushed me through the door....