Seanday Starters: Rogue Identity

My neighbour Gavin had only moved in six weeks earlier, but we were already great friends. He was a weekend biker, owned a Yamaha R1--nice piece of kit. At only twenty-four; ten years my junior I wondered how he could afford all the boys toys he owned.

Needless to say, he proved he had money to spend when he told me that he was going on a three-week holiday to Europe. I asked him if he wanted me to carry his luggage during the holiday, but just he chuckled and told me he needed me to look after the house.

The following day he left, dropping the house keys through my mailbox. I pondered what to looking at the keys, but my curiosity got the better of me and I decided to look around his house.

Inside was a geeks dream, gadgets everywhere--it was like being in a candy store. I walked from room to room, finally coming to a utility room that adjoined the garage. Inside was Gavin's motorcycle leathers, and through a window I could see the bike. I'd had one myself a while back but when I changed jobs I needed something more practical and traded it in for a car. It was always something I wanted to return to; the open road, the speed, the 'oneness'.

I looked at the leathers, discarded and crumpled on the floor next to the boot. On a table was a Simpson helmet, along with some gloves. I was taller than Gavin but close enough that I think the leathers would fit. I pondered on the fact that if I dressed in all his gear, with the visor down they would think I was Gavin. I glanced at the bike again, "Fuck it."

Picking up the leathers I shook them out, a waft of Gavin's lingering odour hit me in the face. Kicking off my trainers I put a leg inside, but it was too tight with my jeans on. I dropped them and a breeze reminded me I was going commando, I looked around the room and spied a laundry basket. Inside I found what I was looking for, Gavin's Under Amour compression suit, I took a sniff. His smell was even stronger on the suit, young and potent. Discarding my polo shirt I pulled on the suit, it was a tight fit but finally I was able to zip myself inside. I still felt that draft, when I looked down I saw me hardening dick poking through the flies. I put it down to riding the bike again and not wearing Gavin's clothes as I struggled to hook it inside.

His leathers went on a lot easier than I expected, and I felt even more excited the more I pulled them on. I slipped his back protector on fastening the Velcro around my stomach, reaching back I found the arms of the leathers and pushed my arms inside. Pausing for breath; I knew getting the leathers over shoulders would be the hardest part as I was taller. With a grunt I pulled them into place easier than I expected.

I looked over at the bike and licked my lips. 'Gavin's going out for a ride soon,' I thought to myself as I secured the zippers on the ankles and wrists. The leathers still felt tight, so I bent over twisting left and right to settle them--much better.

From the laundry basket I found some socks, and put them on. Sitting on a chair, I pulled on his Alphinestars boots; I could only assume he had the same size feet as mine as they fitted perfectly.

Rolling my shoulders again, I pulled up the zippers on the front of the leathers. I picked up the Simpson and pulled it over my head, securing the buckle I turned and look in the mirror. The darkened visor gave no clues about my identity, to any close friend or anybody else it was Gavin Scott standing in front of the mirror. I snorted a laugh of satisfaction, I was Gavin Scott, at least in my mind.

Grabbing the gloves and ignition keys I walked into the garage, and opened the door. I wheeled out the bike and started it up, I twitched the throttle and it growled and whined like a restrained animal.

I mounted the bike, and felt a tightness again as the subtle vibrations through the seat aroused me. Pulling on the gloves completed my disguise, I crouched across the tank and revved the bike a few times. I was about to pull out of the drive when car pulled in blocking my way.

I sat up a little worried as a blonde got out of the car and walked up to me, hitting the kill switch the bike's engine died. I was panicking even more now, I recognised the car--one of Gavin's friends I assumed.

They pulled me from the bike, I only just had time to grab the ignition key and put the stand down. There was nothing I could do, but follow as they led me back into the house.

Inside the leathers I could feel sweat down my back as they pulled me into the bedroom. "I love it when you're in your leathers," they said coyly. I daren't say anything, I knew my voice didn't sound like Gavin so I just shrugged. They reached up to the visor, but I caught their hand and held it tightly. "Oh, you want to play?" They added.

They pushed me onto the bed, and I felt trapped not knowing what to do as I looked up at the ceiling through the darkened visor. Then I felt it, a tugging at my groin as they unzipped the leathers flies. I swallowed hard and grabbed at the bed sheets as the unzipped the under suit and gently hooked out my stiff dick. I was waiting for the inevitable shouts of 'who are you,' but they never came, instead I felt warm lips around my dick as they worked me into a frenzy.

Whoever they were, loved Gavin and was certainly turned on by the bikers gear. The stiffness never receded as they rode me hard, I was sweating big time in the leathers and after they spent me all I could do was lay their motionless. I put up no struggle when they reached for the Simpson a second time and pulled the helmet from my head, I expected them to shout and cuss but they kissed me long and hard on the lips and left.

My mind was reeling, they must know Gavin: Gavin must know them. I got to my feet and wobbled a little feeling weakened, when I saw my reflection I sat down again. I was Gavin's face staring back at me.

I got up again, and pulled a picture from the mirrors frame. It was definitely Gavin's face, like a mad man I pulled off the remaining bike gear and stood naked in front of the mirror. My whole body had changed into Gavin's. I looked at the pile of leathers, the smelly compression suit, when I glanced back at the mirror, it was my old body again in the reflection.

Looking around the bedroom I spotted another laundry basket, I rifled through the contents and pulled out a pair of briefs; quickly I stepped into them. I felt the familiar tightness, and when I slowly looked up at the mirror Gavin had returned. I smiled just as Gavin always did, I admired his lean muscular body. I had no idea how long this would last, and I wasn't going to waste it.

I went through Gavin's closet, and pulled out some clothes; a white 'doors' t-shirt and jeans. I matched the photo perfectly, 'fuck it,' I whispered and stopped. It was Gavin's voice. "This is just too perfect, Gav's on holiday for three weeks and I've got use of his body."

Grabbing the Simpson and gloves I returned to the bike outside, there was no need to hide inside the leathers now--my disguise was perfect.