Although dramatized, this story has true elements. All characters are over age 21. I hope you enjoy the ride.
I'd been riding a Harley motorcycle for about a year before I decided to join a local motorcycle club. The club I picked was one that called themselves a Christian club. That meant they said a prayer before every ride. Honestly, that was about the full extent of their religious nature.
It was a group that welcomed both men and women and of course there were some married couples also. I became fast friends with one couple in particular. Barb and Alex were in their early fifties. Barb was a sweet Southern girl. She had short Auburn colored hair and lovely blue eyes. She was only 5'2" tall but her spunk and energy made her seem much bigger. I really liked her and I sometimes found myself looking at her short legs and plump ass in her tight jeans. My lustful desires wouldn't play well in a Christian group. So I kept pushing my carnal thoughts out of my head. But I dreamed of fucking her from behind.
Alex was two years older than Barb. He was a balding but a very masculine man with huge biceps and a toned body. He was 6'2" and rode a Black Road Glide. Barb rode behind him.
I liked Alex too. He was a retired firefighter, which probably accounted for his fit body. He also wore tight jeans that sometimes revealed the outline of what looked like a very nice cock. But again, I'm not supposed to be checking out male bodies in this club.
On one of our first out of town rides to Gatlinburg Tennessee, I was staying in a hotel room right next to them. Our plan was to rest up after a long day of riding and see the sights of Gatlinburg the next day.
The club had arranged to see some shows and had made some dinner reservations for the next couple of days. Our group was only about 10 riders this time, even though we had over 30 dues paying members.
The whole group met for dinner that first night at a local Sports Bar. I was seated beside Alex during dinner. Alex enjoyed his beer and he had three beers before we even got our meal. I could tell that he was tipsy as he was slurring his words and acting out a bit. But he wasn't shit faced, just having a good time.
Amazingly, this Christian motorcycle club did not frown on drinking. In fact Alex wasn't the only guy drinking that night. The mood was light as the night went on, the drinks flowed and someone started ordering shots of tequila.
Even though I'm not a drinker, I downed a couple of shots while Alex and Barb were getting drunk on the tequila. I had just returned from the restroom and sat back down beside Alex when I first felt him touch my thigh. At first, I thought it was just accidental and I thought nothing of it. But then the second time he grabbed my thigh near my crotch and squeezed. I glanced sideways at him and he was grinning at me. I was flushed red with embarrassment. Still Alex didn't take his hand away and I didn't do anything to stop him. In no time at all he was rubbing my crotch under the table with his wife right beside him.
I spread my legs a bit giving him easier access to my cock. It was insane! Here we were at this Christian motorcycle club, half drunk and my friend Alex is grabbing my cock through my pants. Alex was participating in the table conversation the entire time he is rubbing his big hand on my stiffening cock. Now you have to know that Alex is about 4" taller than me and outweighs me by 30 pounds. He is a masculine dude and everybody in the club idolizes him. He had been credited with saving 3 kids in a house fire during his career as a firefighter.
After this went on for a few minutes, Alex whispered to me, "Let's go back to my room." It was more a demand than a request. I nodded toward Barb, thinking what about his wife? Alex grinned again and said she was cool. I wasn't exactly sure what that meant. But Alex nudged me and we excused ourselves from the group.
Once inside the room, Alex unzipped my jeans and slid them off. "What's wrong, you nervous?" Alex asked.
No, well maybe a little bit. "I wasn't expecting this exactly." What made you think I'd go along with you?"
"This isn't my first rodeo cowboy! I can spot a curious guy at 100 paces. You give off a scent that I crave too."
"Don't you want me to suck your cock?"
"And did I mention that Barb wants you as much as I do?"
With that, I gave in to Alex Chapman the hero fireman. He was about to baptize me in ways that I'd never imagined. I was also going to learn the dark secrets of the Christian motorcycle club of Powder Springs, Georgia.
Part 2
Alex removed my shirt and his hungry mouth went straight to my nipples and my neck. "Oh fuck, that's nice" I muttered. Even my wife never did that to me.
Alex gripped my very stiff cock as he sucked my flaming hot nipples. I moaned and just let him use me for our mutual pleasure.
I'd never had this kind of sexual experience, but clearly Alex was no first timer. He eased me backwards onto the king size bed sliding down so that he could take me in his mouth. I watched wide eyed as he pushed his mouth onto my cock and took every inch of it with no hesitation. "God that's so good Alex" I moaned. He looked up and smiled. The fun has just begun. "Wait til Barb gets here!"
Alex kept sucking my cock for several minutes until I heard the room door open. There stood his wife Barb. She giggled and asked Alex if my cock was a good one. Alex reported that it was delicious and held my hard sloppy cock up for her inspection.
"Get naked and join us honey," Alex commanded. "This boy needs some pussy too."
"Gladly" she replied. Let me freshen up first. Barb disappeared inside the bathroom as Alex continued his oral work on me. My cock was bursting but Alex warned me not to cum.
"Save that for her. I want you to fuck her as I watch."
