This is a true story how I had sex with another guy. I have a mate called Al and him and me have been hanging round together for a while. We're pretty down to earth biker guys. We're both well built and goodlooking. I'm 6'1" black beard long hair and a lot of ink. Al is buzzed, inked over his back and the same height. He got himself a chick but I was getting over my last one so wasn't looking for anything serious.
Anyway one Friday night me and Al were back at his place sinking a few beers and pretty got pretty shitfaced. We smoked a bit of weed and like other times when I was too pissed and stoned to ride back to my place decided to sleep where I was at Al's.
He went off to his room. His chick didn't live with him cause she reckoned the place was a bit rough which was sort of true. I crashed out on the sofa for an hour or so but then woke up when I heard the door open. Al came in and was looking round for his cigarettes. He was just in his jeans. Al is as tall as me, 6' and like I said a goodlooking guy with a strong body. He sat down on the sofa and we started talking a bit but soon I fell asleep again. When I woke up a bit later Al was still lying on the sofa beside me asleep. I shook him awake and said why didn't we get more comfortable and sleep in his bed. He agreed so we went to his room and he stripped off his jeans and we got into bed together.
I was lying against his back and I guess with the beer and weed I was feeling pretty horny so I got a hard on. With his arse so close it seemed like fate so I dropped my hand over his body and felt my fingers into his crack. He didn't move so I wet a finger with my spit and felt for his arsehole. He just sort of rolled a bit and I got my finger against his arsehole and rubbed it like it was a chick's clit. I could tell Al was awake by the way his body was reacting so I rubbed spit over my knob and slid it to his arse.
Then Al looked over his shoulder at me and asked me where fuck I thought I was going with my cock. I told him I needed to get my rocks off and what did he reckon about letting me root him.
Because we are straight guys it was a pretty strange scene but like I said the beer and weed was part of what happened. Anyway Al said he'd try letting me root him.
He rolled over onto his stomach and I got on top of him and started to push my cock into his hole. He spread his legs a bit and I pushed my big old fella into his tight virgin hole. Suddenly he started to buck under me and gasping for me to mpull my knob out because of the pain my fat cock was causing him but I leant hard onto him and held him as still as I could while I drove my fat 8 inch tool into his arse. Then he was begging me to stop but all I could feel was the hot tightness of the man cunt and I needed to pummel my way into it like a ram.
I drove deep up his arse and held it strong in his tight hole while he kept on bucking at me trying to get me out. He was groaning with pain and trying to push me off but I hammered into him and screwed him hard. When I had fucked deep into him a few good times he gave up the fight and then I really went to town on him. I pulled my dripping tool nearly out then pushed like a bull in and out of his arse using him like I wanted, screwing my tool into him and rubbing into the walls of his hot arse treating him like a woman's cunt. We were sweating like dogs and the smell of two men's bodies was good too and I got off on the way his tough inked body was knotted in pain as he got his butch arse fucked like some faggot.
I was feeling my balls heat up with my sperm ready to blow in him and kept on belting my tool up him until with a roar and pile driving as deep as I could I shot all my man breeding cum up his arsehole soaking his insides with a gallon of my steaming hot sticky sperm. Al was lying there nearly out of his head with the feeling of being bitched up that tight little piece of butch biker arse by his butch mate. I collapsed on top of him and kept holding my big hot lump of meat up him while I felt the rest of my sperm oozing and dribbling out of my knob and into his hole while he groaned like the rooted hunk of muscle I'd made him. Then he slowly started to pull his arse off my cock, his teeth clenched as inch by inch it screwed out through his sperm dripping hole then he got out from under me and rolled over saying nothing.
We haven't talked about that night. Even in the morning when we got out of bed and his sheets was greasy with our sweat and our cum and the man juice of his tight hot biker arse.