My absolute passion are gay bikers
Hot gay biker sex at the swimming lake...sounds, like in a movie, ... But for me this scenario has become reality. And what can I tell you? Such a horny experience I will certainly not have again!
That's why it's even more important for me to remember this day with as many details as possible. And why shouldn't I just write down what happened to me? I'm sure that my gay biker story will spark your mental cinema as much as it did for me.
So do you feel like an erotic adventure between two gay strangers who accidentally ignite their passion at the swimming lake and don't even know their names? Then I wish you a lot of fun with a super hot gay biker story that will hopefully make your pants a little tighter.
It all started on a wonderful, but also hot, summer day. My friends called me and wanted to spend a few relaxing hours at the swimming lake. With these temperatures, my colleague did not have to ask me twice.
We arranged to meet at the small patch of woods in front of our sneak peek, grabbed a beer, and then headed to the lake.
We quickly found a shady spot on the meadow. At the bathing lake there is also a small bar, where especially bikers like to meet to have a refreshment and to continue driving afterwards. Also on this day, the idyll was interrupted by the roar of engines and a group of bikers, apparently gay bikers, sat down in the beach bar. How did I know that they were gay bikers? Well, ... Not every biker club drives with rainbow flags and partly flashy bikes over the streets.
At some point I felt an unspeakable craving for a delicious ice cream, so I was drawn to the beach bar. Once there, I felt a little watched. I wanted to find out if I was wrong or not. Sometimes you have the feeling that eyes are on you. Do you know that? My gaze went through the round and all gay bikers were apparently busy with their drinks and conversations. That's why I kept looking and at some point I spotted him.
Passionate sex with a gay biker
One of the bikers was actually watching me and I must say I liked him too. He was much younger than the other gay bikers and had a long brown mane and beautiful brown eyes. He had grown a beard and wore a dark red.
In addition, I must admit that the leather outfit has already turned me on considerably.
With my perky way I winked at him. Simply because I am never averse to a light flirt and a back and forth of this kind is also simply good fodder for one's own ego. My wink was returned with a smile that gave me a tingling feeling. I took my ice cream and made my way back to my friends. Once I arrived, I sat down and chatted with my colleagues. However, I couldn't forget that guy so quickly.
At some point, someone tapped me and when I turned around, I recognized the biker from just now. The little flirt had remained well in my memory. He gave me a piece of paper and I first thought it was his number. I unfolded the paper and on it was written, "If you feel like it, come to the entrance in 10 minutes."
I looked around shortly after and sure enough, he was standing at the entrance to the beach bar and I lit a cigarette. Just at the idea of having horny sex with an unknown gay biker, it conjured up a considerable bulge in my pants. Without letting my friends in on it, and with the excuse "I have a stomach ache," I headed for the beach bar to see what would happen next. The gay biker grinned when he caught sight of me and opened his arms in greeting. He hugged me as if we had known each other for ages and was very friendly.
We talked a little and he made the suggestion to just go for a walk. Already at this point I knew what would happen next and I was ready for it. On the way he asked me a few questions and then when we passed a thicket, he stopped and invited me to go into the bushes.
I took a few steps closer to him, "You don't think you can drag me into the bush that easily. You'll have to do better than that." He grinned at me and stroked my face with his hand and then pulled it towards him. We kissed intensely and what a good kisser this man was! It was therefore not surprising that we eventually disappeared in the thicket.
It was hard to touch his body because he was still in full motorcycle gear. Since he had it easier with me, because I wore only a shirt and my swimming trunks. It was not long before my top was also removed and he covered my chest with his soft and tingling kisses. I opened his jacket, went exploring with my hands and I liked what I felt there. His upper body was steeled and I think I also felt a six-pack.
As our hands slid over each other's bodies, I felt him push me against a tree. He kissed my neck and his hands now went deep. I felt his hand on my cock and he began to massage it. After that he went into light jerking. He made me really crazy and really wanted to have horny gay biker sex with him.
I straightened up and my hand also found its way into his pants in the meantime. We massaged each other's cocks for a few minutes until he turned me around. After that he gave me a horny rimjob. Occasionally he stuck one or two fingers in my ass, which just felt really horny.
He put on a condom during the rimjob, pulled me close to him and I felt his cock first on and then in my asshole. He fucked me gently and tenderly. Again and again I pressed my ass against his loins because I wanted to feel him deep inside me. He seemed to have noticed that and now became harder in his movements.
I let him fuck me hard and violently until he came and I splashed against the tree. Then we kissed again and then went our separate ways. He went off to his biker group and I went home satisfied. The next day I explained to my boys that my stomach ache had disappeared "relatively quickly". Coincidences exist!