“You’re gonna fall off.”

“No, I won’t… just… ouch!”

“I told you.”

“That was just the fucking speedometer trying to make it’s way into my ass. I’m *not* going to fall off.”

“Be careful… fuck! That *was* my hand.”

“Can you just pull off my jeans? The right leg’s still… no, your *other* right.”

“Smart ass.”

“Pull your shorts down.”

“Can you at least tell me why you’re so determined to fuck on this bike?”

“Because we’ve never done it.”

“That’s not a good enough reason.”

“The fuck it isn’t. Now pull your shorts down so I can ride your cock.”

“Well, since you put it that way…”

“C’mon…”

“I don’t know if I wanna put my bare ass on this bike seat.”

“Jesus Christ, Brian.”

“Hang on. Lift up — hold on, for fuck’s sakes.”

“I won’t fall.”

“There, okay?”

“Yeah… if I can just...”

“You’re gonna fall.”

“Shut up! I won’t!”

*snort*

“And quit laughing at me!”

“Mmmmmm… mmm… oh…”

“See? Not so bad.”

“Not bad at all. One problem, Sunshine… happen to have any pockets on your birthday suit?”

“Hunh?”

“Got a rubber?”

“Shit.”

“I’m just gonna fuck you on the floor.”

“Wait, don’t… just hold on. I think I can reach… grab it, quick!”

“Mighty powerful toes you got there.”

“Front pocket.”

“Four? What, you expecting a busy night?”

“Just prepared, that’s all.”

“No lube.”

“Fuck lube.”

“I have some in my gym bag. Don’t give me that look, I’m ‘just prepared’.”

“Forget it, I don’t need it.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah… just…”

“I can’t hold you up if you’re sucking on my fingers. Even if it is fucking sexy…”

“Okay, there… see… aahhh… don’t need… lube…”

“Enough?”

“Yeah, yeah… yeah…just… ah… oh… oh fuck.”

“Don’t fall.”

“I won’t. I just want to get… closer…”

“Oh yeah. Mmmmmm……..”

“Just lift up a bit.”

“My ass is stuck to the fucking seat.”

“Here, if I do *this*… and you do *that*… then we should be…”

“Fuck, don’t… stop…”

“I… won’t…”

“You’re… gonna… fall…”

“I… won’t. Just… hold on... to me.”

“I… won’t… let... go.”