The Osaka Riders of Glorious Youth, Part 3

The Osaka Riders of Glorious Youth

by Vincent

Part 3

The sky through the window in Kenta’s room had faded to gray when I awoke. All my companions, except Yumi had left. She was still out cold with her face against my shoulder. I could feel her warm deep breaths and a drop of her saliva running down my arm. Her leg was draped over mine with her crotch pressed against my leg. I could feel semen, which I assumed was Ren’s, leaking from her pussy and dripping down my thigh. Her hand was clutched around my hard cock a little too tight. As delicately as I could I extricated myself from the predicament, walked back to my room and took my second hot shower of the day. As the soothing water washed over my body I went over the events of the past 24 hours in my mind, wondering how I wound up in this situation. Was it chance that I met up with these people? And why me? My hosts have been very generous, and friendly in the extreme, but they haven’t been terribly forthcoming with information, and so far, I have been too preoccupied to ask. I was hoping there would be a chance to find out more about these people before the evening was over.

I wrapped up in my yukata and went to find the others. I traced my way back towards the onsen and I found them in an outdoor patio behind the dining hall. I was mildly surprised to find the guys dressed in jeans and t-shirts. Kenta, Ren and Takeshi were standing around a large brick barbeque pit filled with wood, holding beers in their hands. It was such an ordinary domestic sight that it seemed out of place for them.

“Don’t get too close,” Takeshi warned me. They were taking turns lighting matches and trying to toss them into the pit. “It’s covered in gasoline. We don’t have any lighter fluid, so we drained your bike.” The guys laughed when they saw my startled face. “We’re just kidding, but be careful.” He handed me a beer from the cooler at his feet.

After a few more failed attempts Ren’s match hit the mark, igniting the vapors and a huge flame shot out the top of the barbeque. We all jerked back from the wave of heat hitting our faces and then laughed at ourselves. From my right someone let out a cheer. Sakura was sitting in a deck chair next to Sachi. She had on a black leather bustier with leather panties and knee high boots. Her rainbow sparrow was the only color on the girl. She was holding a leash that led to a collar around Sachi’s neck. Sachi was wearing what seemed to be a French maid’s costume, also made of leather. Her long smooth legs were extending from under layers of tiny petticoats. I wished I had a camera.

“All dressed up for the dance, I see. Cute pet. What do you feed her?” I said to them. While looking straight at me Sakura pulled on the leash until Sachi’s face was right next to hers, she turned and kissed her, pulling the chain so Sachi’s lips pressed hard against hers. After three seconds of swirling tongues she released her and resumed her stare. “And it’s low calorie, too.” I quipped.

“I think the girls need some help in the kitchen,” Sakura said to exert a bit of dominance over me.

“Right, I’ll just go and see what they’re up to.” I walked through the large glass doors and found Chieko and Aiko busy in the kitchen.

The girls were chopping or mixing or something like that. They, too, were dressed in normal clothes, adding to my awkwardness. Both of them were wearing short flower print cotton dresses and rocking that girl next door cuteness. My first thought was whether or not they were wearing panties. Chieko was closest, so I tried to lift the hem of her dress to peek underneath, but she slapped my hand away and called me a naughty boy.

There was a platter full of steaks on the counter and a bunch of chicken marinating in a bowl, something with lemon and ginger, it smelled lovely. There were vegetables, potatoes wrapped in foil, and baguettes stacked on the counter. It was definitely going to be a feast. I felt out of place in my yukata and contemplated getting clothes from my saddle bags. However, before I could make a move they put me to work.

“Can you make a vinaigrette?” Chieko asked.

“That’s with vinegar, right?” I answered.

“If you keep being sassy, young man, I will make you chop vegetables nude,” she warned.

“Can she do that?” I asked Aiko.

“Oh, yes she can,” was the answer, but not from Aiko. I turned around and Kenta was standing behind me. “I have to tell you something, Vincent,” he went on, “We are a very affable group. We ride together, we play together, we trust each other. We don’t keep secrets from each other, and we give ourselves freely to each other. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

“I think so,” I said, “You all seem very close.”

“Well, we are. You’ve had a taste of what we’re about,” he continued, “and now you have an opportunity to join us, but if you want to be a part of our club you have to make a total commitment. Are you ready to do that?”

“I have enjoyed everything I’ve done so far.”

“Good, I’m glad you said that, because it’s only going to get more intense from here.”

“What do you have planned for me?”

“There are certain financial and health commitments you must satisfy, but it’s nothing outrageous. We have this place and couple of other houses to take care of. We can talk about that later. However, for tonight, you must be at the service of every member of our club. Do you understand?”

“Anything painful?” I said jokingly.

“If that’s what they want,” he replied, dead serious, “I’ll be straight with you. You might have to submit to things beyond your comfort zone, but that is all part of the trial.”

“Why me? It’s hard to believe I met you people just by accident. I think any group would be reluctant to allow a total stranger into their inner circle.”

“You’ll have to ask Aiko about that,” Kenta said. Everyone’s eyes turned to Aiko.

“You aren’t a stranger, Vincent. Don’t you remember me?” she started.

“I’m sure I would remember if I’d met you before. Was I drunk?” I felt at a loss.

“It was a while ago. You were a teacher at Kindai University about 8 years ago.”

“Uh, yeah. I don’t work there anymore. You were my student?”

“Yes. English composition. You were always talking about motorcycles and places you’d been touring. You made it sound like so much fun I wanted to try.”

“Oh, so all of this my fault,” again joking.

“Yes, in a way,” she continued, “but I had such a crush on you. I wanted to get closer to you, but I had a boyfriend at the time and I was too shy.”

“You certainly outgrew that,” Chieko chimed in, and we all laughed.

“You may not be aware of this, but we are Facebook friends. You posted you were coming to Shikoku this week, so we ambushed you. We’ve been looking for a new member. I’m sorry for being manipulative, but we had to make sure you were the right candidate.”

“We’ve been checking you out for a while,” Kenta added, “We know a bit about you. You are 38, divorced, you are from Oregon, you work at Kwansei University.”

These revelations left me surprised and feeling vulnerable. I became silent as a hundred thoughts went through my head.

“Hey, it’s ok,” Aiko reassured me, “We all went through this. This club has been around for years. People come and go. Kenta is the only original member left. If you want to leave we’ll understand.”

“What happened to all the old members?”

“Mostly they get married, or their jobs take them away,” Kenta said.

“Well, I’d like to stay. I’m flattered and I feel lucky you chose me,” I said, “If I had been just some guy you passed on the road I would have doubted your motivations. Since you did all this just to recruit me I believe you see something about me you think is beneficial.”

“It’s mostly you cock,” Chieko said, “You have a pretty big cock. We took pictures of you naked, oh, and you ride bikes.”

“I can make vinaigrette, too,” I added.

“Just do what we ask of you, and at least pretend to enjoy it,” Kenta said. He squeezed my ass and left me and the girls to complete our tasks.

“It might be helpful if you are a little drunk,” Aiko said, handing me a glass of wine.

“I’d say a lot drunk,” Chieko said.