You want a ride?

Brandon had seen JD around town all the time. Always in that tight fitted white tank and snug jeans. He long to wrap his arms around JD's waist as they sped down the highway on his Harley. Brandon imagine groping those taut firm abs and pecs as the wind blew through his hair. And then, later feeling those massive arms wrap around him at night as the lay under the stars at some random campsite.