Biker Boy

Many years ago on a business trip, I visited a coastal town that had a wonderful esplanade. The promenade was a good mile long and well-known as a pick-up area for M2M action. Unfortunately, my success rate there had not been exemplary and I had only been lucky once on a prior visit. That encounter had been rather boring and infinitely forgettable, so, ‘lucky’ may not be the correct choice of word. That changed, however, on a lovely summer evening that the encounter I am about to relate, took place.

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At around seven-thirty p.m., I took a stroll on the promenade. On my brisk and enjoyable walk, I did not observe any potential hook-ups as I was outward bound. Half an hour later, nevertheless, as I was returning to the hotel, I observed two guys in conversation next to an underground public toilet area. The ablution area was situated about three hundred metres from my hotel.

The one man was nondescript, but the other guy was stocky and sexy, and dressed in the leather outfit generally worn by bikers. As I neared them they descended the stairs of the public toilet. I had an ‘oh-fuck’ moment as they passed out of sight, regretting a possible missed opportunity with ‘Biker Boy.’ After passing the entrance to the toilets I stood a little further along and looked at the ocean.

To my delight, they exited the toilets a few minutes later. ‘Nondescript,’ looked a little miffed as he walked off in the opposite direction. Biker Boy, however, took up station about ten metres from me, apparently also interested in looking out to sea.

After a few occasional glances between the two of us, I decided to make the first move. I was really not interested in toilet-action, and with my hotel fairly nearby I saw no necessity for a risky cheap-thrill.

On the opposite side of the double road bordering the esplanade, there was a park. To the left side of this park, a pathway led up to the parking area at the rear of my hotel. As I crossed the road Biker Boy followed. Once in the park he moved to an open area next to the path and unzipped his pants. I moved closer but as I began to unzip my trousers, a large group of people moved down the path in our direction. This threw me somewhat and after quickly zipping up, I began to ascend the path towards the hotel.

As I climbed path I joyfully saw him following before he stopped at a large motorcycle I had passed on the way up. As he commenced retrieving his helmet from a large compartment on the back of the bike, he had a quizzical expression on his face. I was totally determined not to miss out on this golden opportunity and instantly approached him.

“I am staying at the hotel, would you like to have a drink with me?” I asked.

“Yeah that would be great,” he replied with a nonchalant shrug. After once again encasing his helmet in a storage facility on the bike, he followed me to the hotel. En route, he introduced himself as Dirk, to which I replied that my name was Andy.

Upon entering the lobby, I asked what I could buy him to drink at the bar.

“Nothing… Let’s rather go to your room because I need to fuck,” he countered, matter-of-factly.

After shrugging acquiescently, I led the way to my room.

Upon closing the door behind us, I tried to strike up a conversation with Dirk. He was having none of this, however, and interrupted my chitchat somewhat dismissively.

“I want to fuck your brains out and nail your arse,” before resuming, “I already have a fucking boring girlfriend and don’t need all this foreplay bullshit… That stupid fuck I met across the road earlier wasn’t into being screwed, and so I told him to fuck-off.”

When had finished removing his trousers, he said, “Get ready to suck my fuckin’ knob.”

After his instruction, I simply replied, “Yes sir,” before I began stripping.

As I started removing my shorts, t-shirt, and slops, Biker Boy commenced getting out of the rest of his biker gear. Once he was naked I got a good look at this alpha-male. He was fucking hot! Dirk was moderately hairy and had a beautiful natural burly physique. His cock was fat and meaty, with a girth that looked like it would persecute the most accommodating mouth and arse.

“Don’t waste my time pussy-boy, get on your fuckin’ knees,” he then commanded.

After feverishly grabbing hold of my head, he impatiently started skull-fucking me.

As I gurgled and choked he commenced berating and verbally abusing me. I was in seventh heaven as he pounded my mouth with his butch hands gripping fistfuls of my hair. With my ‘molested’ mouth leaking like a faucet, my head bobbed like a buoy in a tropical storm. Happily, I was shown no mercy as I got face-fucked to with an inch of my life. I had dreamed about this kind of ‘abuse’ all my life and finally, the fulfilment of my fantasies was being realized.

My sublime discomfort was incredibly exhilarating as he continued pistoning my mouth in a manic fashion. My head had never been so ‘misused’ and how I did not choke was a total mystery to me. When he ultimately unloaded, I was hanging on for dear life.

After he extracted his dick from my mouth he pointed at his cock and berated me for the damage that my teeth had inflicted. “Jesus, look at these bruises, bro,” he exclaimed.

“I‘m really sorry,” I countered, before resuming; “I hope your girlfriend won’t notice them.”

Dirk then bust out laughing. “Jesus, dude, the bitch wouldn’t notice if I had the fuckin’ stars and stripes tattooed on my dick.” Then after a pause, he concluded, “No worries, buddy… that was a fuckin’ awesome blowjob.”

Although I felt great relief that he wasn’t pissed-off, I still got two meaningful slaps from him to my right cheek.

When I got to my feet, I finally got to offer him a drink. After he asked for a beer, I retrieved two from the bar fridge. As we both stood sipping our beers I again scanned his magnificent body. He was simply the most incredible specimen of masculinity.

“So… are you bisexual,” I asked, making small talk.

After a guffaw, he exclaimed, “I don’t fuckin’ do labels, buddy. Fuck, as long as it’s human, I’ll fuck anything.”

“Oh,” was all I could muster.

“Have you always been a pussy-boy?” he then asked.

“Yeah,” I shyly responded.

“Mmm… clever boy,” he answered, before resuming, “Women are just too full of shit.”

Again grasping at straws, I furtively countered, “Listen… I’m still here tomorrow night. May I take you out to dinner?”

“Dinner?” he questioned with a surprised look on his face.

“Yip, there’s that great steakhouse around the corner from here,” I hopefully proffered.

“Jesus, dude, they make the best fuckin’ spare ribs in the city. I’ll give you a huge fuckin’ A-Okay on that proposal,” Dirk enthusiastically answered.

“Cool, then I’ll meet you in the reception tomorrow evening at seven,” I confirmed.

“That’ll be great,” he answered, before surprising me with his next comment. “Well… I suppose we had better finish before I fuck off,” he replied, as he had glugged the last of his beer.

I had presumed that our encounter was ended and that he would shortly be on his way, so this new development was like music to my ears.

“Get on the bed, on your stomach, and give me your best starfish impression,” he said with a chuckle.

“Shall I get the lube?” I asked.

“What?” he questioned with a look of disgust on his face.

“Lubrication,” I countered, somewhat bewildered.

“Nah, that shit’s for sissies and dulls the pleasure. I’m going to dry-fuck you,” he masterfully concluded.

“Huh?” I answered.

“Sure… I’ll prove it to you,” he said with conviction.

Gingerly, I got on the bed as instructed, bracing myself for an ordeal.

“Just relax and allow your arse to enjoy the satisfaction that is about to follow.” I wasn’t sure about his advice but decided to give it my full indulgence. “You’ll soon see that the stimulation of chafing skin is far better than the slickness of lubrication.”

Fortunately, his entry was far more measured and less arduous than I had anticipated. I cannot say that it was comfortable, but once he commenced stirring his dick in my manhole, I was instantly converted to his philosophy.

“How are you coping?” he then asked.

“Fuck, yeah, it’s great,” I replied.

“Cool,” he replied before his grinding action turned into a thumping onslaught.

When his muscular hips really started hammering my backside, Dirk began to nibble my neck and ears, while uttering the most incredible groans. His throaty murmurs of contentment excited me beyond belief.

Eventually, after turning me onto my back and lifting my legs, he gave me the most incredible rimming that I had ever had. With me groaning like a bitch in heat, his hot tongue brushed my manhole as it powerfully flicked to and fro, like a fat paintbrush daubing paint into a crevice. When Dirk then commenced gnawing on my puffy love-knot the agonizing ecstasy almost blew my mind and I almost tore the sheets on my bed to pieces. I thought I had died and gone to heaven as his manic oral onslaught ensued. Unable to contain my lust any longer, I began to beg him to fuck me again.

After scurrying up my body he inserted his chunky knob into me swiftly once more. Although again hurt like hell, I didn’t give a fuck as his girth magnet locked into my backside. My manhole ached and greedily gaped as Dirk’s mercilessly hammered into me.

After several minutes, Dirk then went totally berserk and when he reached climax, he convulsively shuddered as he sprayed his spunk into me. Although my abused sphincter felt like it had been hit by a freight train, I had happily just had the fucking of my life!

Collapsing onto me afterward, we lay still for a short while.

Next, Dirk slowly began pulverizing my balls with his thick log as he commenced rubbing my genitals. I whimpered like a baby as his ‘torture’ of my nutsack intensified.

When Dirk lifted upward and placed my legs over his shoulders, his hefty log again conquered my swollen arse-lips. I had not anticipated this and was overjoyed when our next session got underway. All my former disappointments to this city evaporated as he lifted his torso onto straight arms and feverishly began hammering my bung-hole once more.

My final treat of the evening soon followed when he lowered his torso and commenced obsessively kissing me. In keeping with his sexual approach, my lips now received a battering of a lifetime. When my mouth had been totally pulverized, Dirk once more lifted his torso and took my anal assault to an even higher level.

Totally overwhelmed, I fanatically commenced tugging my dick and shortly unloaded my ball juice all over my chest.

Upon slowing his assault and leaning on one arm, Dirk then began scooping my seed off me and feeding it to me with his right hand. Dirk then pulled his cock out of me and after lowering my legs, moved up my body with his knees on either side of me. With his dick inches away from my mouth, he excitedly tugged on his heavy knob. When he unloaded, he gushed all over my head.

Before he left that night we again kissed. This time it was a lot less frenetic

Happily, we did have a repeat performance the following evening after our dinner.

I am pleased to say; that I also saw him several times thereafter, when visiting this wonderful coastal city.