Thanks to the guys who said they liked the story when I told about me and Al getting it on. And yeah, that’s how it happened. I reckon there’s a lot of men who have had sex like that. You gotta admit it that there are times you just need a hard fuck and I reckon as well that I’m not the only biker who knows how fucking sexy him and his mates are. Doesn’t take much to cross the line and get into seeing how far you can go.
This story is about the second time I had man sex with my mate. Al and me hadn’t ever talked about the time we’d got into bed together and I sort of thought it was the best thing to keep my mouth shut anyways, and he sure as hell didn’t talk about it. One Friday night after work me and Al decided to head out for a weekend cruise on our bikes. We strapped our sleeping bags on the back and headed west. We rode for a good four hours before we got to a place that looked like it was a good place to sleep for the night. There was this bridge and a good clear space to get the bikes undercover as well as room for us to sleep. We had picked up some food at a gas station and being under the bridge it was ok to light a fire without anyone seeing us. I’d bought along a bottle of rum and Al had some beers so by the time we finished eating and rolled out our sleeping bags we’d finished a fair bit of that. I walked down to the water to have a piss and Al pretty soon came after me. I flopped my cock out and pulled my balls out as well for a bit of an airing so we’re standing there holding our cocks pissing and just the sound of our piss splashing into the water. Away from the fire it was hard to see much but I reckoned Al was looking at me. I finished pissing and left my cock and balls hanging out of my jeans and turned a bit towards him. I could see enough that he was still had his cock out as well and was like he was waiting because we’d both stopped pissing. I stepped up to him and he grabbed at my tool. By this time I was cracking one real hard on and I grabbed his thick pole as well. We stood there feeling each other up. The smell of sweaty bodies and our dirty leather bike gear got my head thinking big time about when we’d got pissed and stoned that time before and I’d got into Al and fucked that tough muscled biker mate of mine under me like a bitch, holding him down and whacking my big dick into his tight butch virgin arse.
But now the smells was working like some crazy drug on me. I grabbed him round the shoulders and first we got into a hug rubbing at each others cocks and ball sacs. The way he leant into me and the way his lips and teeth started eating into my neck then I knew it was time to go for him big time. I pushed at his shoulders the same way I pushed at a chick I wanted to give me head. I didn’t know how he’d take it, and was real stoked when he sank down onto his knees in front of me and wrapped his mouth over my thick hot cock. After a long days work and the hours on the bike the smell of my crutch and the heat from our bodies still in our bike gear was fucking fantastic and I started slinging my cock into my mate’s mouth. It is still hard to credit how we got to do it. I mean something just set us off and I could feel every muscle in my body swelling with blood and aching to stake Al again as my arse slut. Every time his head rocked over my sticky pole I could feel him taking my knob all the way to the back of his throat where it was real hot and tight like a tight cunt. I had to stop myself from damn near fucking his mouth like a whore. I was getting off on the cock sucking and that it was this big muscle fucking biker sucking on me long and deep. He got his mouth onto my swollen knob and the way he got his lips working it near had me cumming already. Then he started moving his mouth round from on my cock to licking and sucking at my hairy balls and then back sucking my cock. He got up off his knees and we walked back to the bikes. He unbuckled his jeans and pushed them down over his hips spread his legs then leant forward over the seat of his bike looking over his shoulder at me and showing me that sweet tight arse, and so I got up behind him.
I spat into my hand and spread the spit over my cock then eased my cock up against his arse crack. I had to feel for his tight little hole with my finger but once I found it my cock knew just what to do. With a deep grunt I pushed steadily into his manhole. He jack knifed upright as the full width of my cock entered his arse opening him up for the whole length of my 8 and a half inches. Now I knew Al was going to get bitched and we both knew it. It was time to fuck him into being the whore I wanted.
I drove my cock deep into his arse sending him sprawling over the seat of his bike. His arse rose up and I sank even deeper making him growl with pain I grabbed his shoulders and pulled him hard back towards me, sliding back then driving forward again starting to brutally power drill him. His tight arse was clamped round my cock like a fist so tight I could feel every ripple of the hot flesh as it slid over my tool. Al was groaning and gasping as I rooted him, swearing through his gritted teeth. I could hear him saying over and over, ‘rape me, rape me’. His handsome, muscular body was mine for using so basically that’s what I did. I treated that hairy, 6 foot ton of muscle like a piece of meat humping him, hammering him until my swollen balls exploded up inside him with a fountain of sperm. I shot so much of my cum into the depths of his hot arse that as I kept on power pumping into him the hot milk came squeezing out of his arsehole and the fresh warm sticky honey spreading into my hairy crutch.
I was leaning against his back pretty much spent feeling Al’s little hole clamped round the base of my shaft while he was groaning deep in his throat. I pushed off him, slid my cock out and wrapped my hand round my shaft wiping the cum and arse juice into my hand then smeared it over the crutch of my tight dirty jeans like a trophy then I wiped my hand into Al’s arse crack scooping up the rest of the juice and rubbed it onto Al’s jacket. I figured that marking us that way we’d both remember how I’d used him.
Then Al stood up, turned round sank back onto his knees in front of me took my cock into his mouth and sucked all the rest of his arse juice and my sperm off the shaft and worked his mouth all the way into my hairy sticky pubes sucking up the cum and juices. At the same time he was pulling on his big cock and groaning while he was sucking hard on me. Pretty soon he had my cock full in his throat he started to blow. He shot his load over my boots and legs of my jeans. The extra powerful smell of his cum mixed with my sperm and his arse juice soaked into my jeans was great.
Al slowly got to his feet and we grabbed each other in a tight hug. The feel of his body was good for me, and I knew he felt the same. We looked at each other weighing up what we’d done, both of us quiet but knowing the way we’d got off on each others bodies. I pushed my cock and balls back inside my jeans and buttoned up, Al pulled his jeans up and buckled up his belt.
I dragged my sleeping bag over next to his and we lay down close together without a word. But we both knew we had to face it that from now on there was no going back and that I had marked Al as my bitch.