Biker's Bet

I smelled Leon’s musty leather jacket, my face pressed against his shoulder, my arms wrapped around his taut waist as we sped through the chilly November night. His big Harley growled under us as he downshifted through a turn in the snaky road.

We were on our way to Jugs, the leather biker bar in the next town. I had only heard about it, my friends telling me stories of hot encounters and the trouble you could find behind the black brick storefront that stood at the edge of town. It was mixed; gay and straight, as there were not many places to go in this neck of the woods, and what the fuck, live and let live, right? The only thing that tied the rough patrons to each other was a love of bikes, the love of bikers and the need for hard sex.

I could feel Leon’s chest heaving under his jacket. His thick brown ponytail was whipping across my cheek as I slipped my hands under the coarse leather and grasped his huge pectorals. They filled my hands, nipples hard on my palms, his stiff chest hair creeping from beneath the thin knit of his wifebeater tank. I felt my cock getting hard in my jeans as the humming cycle throbbed on my balls, my thighs wrapped around his sturdy hips. The dark countryside whizzed past, the moon flashing through the inky black trees that grew thick and impenetrable on either side of the winding road.

I had met Leon earlier at the bookstore. I never have sex there, even though it is set up for encounters of the most extreme type. It has game rooms and private video booths, and the sounds of copulation come through the walls as you browse the aisles of tapes out front. The muffled slaps and screams coming from the darkened doorways would make me shudder, wishing I could join in…but I was always too chicken to venture back there.

Leon was at the back of the video aisles, checking out some straight “pussy and tits” stuff. He rifled through the titles, his hand rubbing the generous bulge in his Levi’s as he made his selections. I sighed at the thought of the big hot biker fucking some sloppy cunt, when he could have my tight little ass anytime he wanted! I imagined what he looked like naked, the leather and denim stripped from his powerful torso. I was probably drooling when I realized he was looking right at me. His big brown eyes penetrated right to my core, and a wicked grin passed over his stubbled face. 

He passed me on the way to the cashier, roughly pushing me out of his way.
“Faggot” he hissed, as I fell back into the shelf. I shook with submission, the sexual energy of his body touching mine, the threat of violence, the anticipation of him overpowering me with brute force. I’m a total sub-bottom, and make no mistake, I like to be manhandled. Leon was enough to make me cum in my BVD’s.

He left the store and headed out to his shiny chrome bike parked at the end of the lot. I found a crappy suck n’ fuck to jerk off to, and checked out. He was still out there when I stepped into the cold night, leaning on his Harley and smirking at me as I passed him to my car.

“Hey! Faggot. C’mere.” He said confidently as I stepped off the curb. “I got somethin’ I havet’a ask ya!” I still had time to dash to my car. I could get in, and be gone before he could even reach the door. I could drive away and never see the son-of-a-bitch again. I turned around and went to him. I hugged my jacket tightly, as the icy wind blew the dried leaves in a whirl around our feet.
“Where do you live, pussy-boy?”
“Just around the block, on Johnson Street” I replied.
“I have a crib in Tannersfield. So fuckin’ far to get to this goddam video store. Only place around though, if you want porn!” He laughed. He gestured to the plastic bag he had strapped to the seat with a bungee cord. It held about three CDs. 
“I got some fuckin’ sick stuff, but don’t wanna fuckin’ drive all the way back to Tannersfield to get off, Y’know?” He said. “How ‘bout you let me come over to your place to use your setup? I’ll let you watch me jerk; I know that would fuckin’ turn on a cocksucker like you, right?”

He was right, and I said okay immediately. I went to my car and Leon followed me around the block, parking his bike on the side of the house as I opened the apartment and let the man inside. It occurred to me that he could have simply used one of the private booths at the bookstore, gotten himself off and been on his way. I got a rush thinking about the ulterior motive Leon might have for inviting himself into my apartment. 

“I’m Leon, boy. What’s your name?”
“Jimmy, sir...” I sounded like a schoolboy at roll call. “Jimmy Gordon.”
“Well, Jimmy Gordon, why don’t you find me a beer or something, and I’ll get myself comfortable.” He said, as he shucked off his leather jacket and headed to the bookshelf to set up his CD in the video player. I went to the kitchen and pulled out a Corona. I considered putting a lime in the neck, but decided that was a little too gay for Leon. I’m sure he prefers his beer straight. I poured myself a glass of Merlot and came back into the living room.

The television was displaying images of a blonde slut going down on a very large man. His gut was substantial and hairy, and his dick was large and uncut. The woman was flicking her tongue around the foreskin. The man began cooing obscenities at her as she did her business. 
“Mmmmn, this one is fuckin’ great. I seen this babe before, she is one hot chick. Took two goddam dicks at once in the last movie I saw her in!”

The silver-blue light of the monitor bathed the room with an electric glow. I watched as Leon struggled out of his jeans, and began to rub his cock through the fabric of his boxers. He swigged deeply on the Corona, and slipped his cock out of his trunks. He was already semi-erect, and his hard-on began growing as he scratched at his potent balls, held firmly at the base in the elastic waistband of his trunks. Leon’s wifebeater was up around his chest and I saw his incredible abdominals, a classic six-pack. 

“Lissen, buddy, get comfortable. Relax and enjoy the show.” Leon said, as the CD played out on the screen. “Sit over here next to me, pussy-boy!” I downed the wine in one gulp and slid down on the couch next to the big hot man. He was mesmerized by the screen, one hand firmly gripping his beer, the other pulling long strokes on his massive penis. “Go ahead; pull your little pee-pee out and start jerkin’, man. I looked up at the scene on the screen. The man had hung the woman’s head over the side of the bed, and he was fucking her face with brutal thrusts, the blonde’s head jerking violently against the mattress with every punch of the man’s cock.

“The dude getting blown your type? Or is anyone with a freakin’ schlong your type?!” he said with a smug sneer. 
“Yeah, he’s pretty hot. Nice dick.” I said weakly. 

Actually I wasn’t paying attention to the porn star on the screen; I was gazing at Leon’s perfect body. About six-three, he was packed with muscle, lean and trim. A thick mane of glossy mahogany hair was tied in a ponytail that hung about a foot down his back. I gazed at his chiseled, angular face covered in a day’s growth of beard that gave his square chin a blue cast. His muscular neck sloped down to broad shoulders and biceps like melons. 

The man was covered with dark, curly hair from just under his neck, across his chest, trailing down his washboard stomach ending in a thick bush that surrounded his mighty cock. He had an enormous tattoo on his right shoulder. It was a lion with flowing mane, climbing up his arm and draping over his chest, his angry muzzle roaring, tattooed blood dripping red from where his claws sliced into the skin. How appropriate, Leon. I wondered if his sign was Leo as well.

His big pecs rose high off his frame as he lay back in the couch, flexing and popping as he pulled on his meat. I peeled off my pants and briefs, and began to masturbate.

“Yeah, Jimmy, go for it! You like what you see, little dude? Cool, have fun, man!” He chuckled, as he slipped off his boxers and grabbed his ten inch cock with both hands. I couldn’t take my eyes of his magnificent erection. He was as hard as a baseball bat. I opened a small box on the coffee table and pulled out a little brown bottle.

“Fuck, Yeah! Amyl! Goddam, Jimmy, hand me that…” He shouted, reaching out for the bottle of poppers. I took a hit and passed it to him. He inhaled deeply and moaned, as the vapors swept him to another level of intensity. I glanced at the screen. The man had put the chick across the back of an armchair, and was fucking her like a dog. The actor was pretty good, I had to admit. Even though he was fucking a woman, I was getting turned on! (I sometimes watch straight porn, just to see the men) His body was slick with sweat, his hands grabbing hard on her waist as he jerked wildly against her fat ass, his dick sliding in and out of her sloppy hole. 

Leon was in heaven, his face a blur of lust, both powerful arms pulling madly on his huge member, his legs tense and stiff. He turned to me and his brown, liquid eyes caught mine.
“Jimmy…”
“Yes?”
“Fuck, man, I think you oughta just finish me off, whaddya think? I mean, what the hell, I’m ‘bout to nut, and you want to take it, right? You wanna suck me off, go ahead, dude!”

I dropped to my knees on the carpet and crawled in front of Leon. He was huge, and as thick as a coke bottle. He released his hands and I took over, gently pulling on the thick meaty shaft as I licked softly on the head. He moaned and took another deep hit of the amyl nitrate. Over my shoulder I heard the droning CD play out, the man grunting and the woman screaming in agony. 

“Oh, yeah. That’s it; take my dick, pussy-boy!”
He held the bottle in front of my face, and I inhaled. His awesome cock is thicker in the middle, tapering towards the tip, so it slid against the roof of my mouth easily at first. I began gagging as the thickest part stretched out my lips and the slimy head slid past the bend in my throat. Leon held my head in his rough hands, the calloused palms crushing my ears as he guided himself into my neck. The poppers relaxed me, and I took the astounding thing into me, my nose in his fragrant thick bush, his potent balls slapping on my chin as he began to pump into my face. The smell of his crotch was intoxicating; it turned me on more than the amyl…pungent, masculine, and a little sweaty. 

“Oh shit yeah! You like the taste of my meat, little dude? He hissed. I couldn’t speak, my mouth completely stuffed with his throbbing cock. In answer, I pulled on Leon’s hips and drew him deeper into my throat. He released my head, and I felt his rough palms dragging across my shoulders. He was caressing my back, gently pulling on my neck and running his fingers through my hair. It was unexpected, and intimate.

Leon watched the CD as the bitch was subjected to every type of intercourse the porn-guy could dream up. He was now fucking her upside-down, her head and shoulders on the floor, her cunt aimed up at his crotch. The man stood behind her and held the blonde by the ankles, as he guided his dick into her pussy from behind. “Mmmmn, Damn, that bitch loves taking dick! You like taking dick, Jimmy? You let men stick their cocks in your ass?” he hissed through clenched teeth, as his cock continued to slide across my tongue, disappearing into my head. 

I pulled myself off his mighty shaft and gasped for air. “Yes, Leon, I love getting fucked… I love cock, and I love getting my ass stuffed with cock!” He looked from the screen at me, hovering nervously over his slick meaty cock, and smiled. I continued to slip my hand over his vein-covered shaft, feeling it swelling in my hands. A gleaming pearl of pre-cum had formed on the head, and I licked it off. It was salty and thick, a promise of things to come.

“Okay, pussy-boy, let’s see what ya got for Leon. Stand up and turn yerself around for me.” I stood between his legs as he continued to jerk himself. Turning around to face the screen, I saw the woman getting a vodka bottle up her ass, as the man ate out her cunt. Leon reached out and fondled my butt. His hands sent chills through me; rough and coarse, yet incredibly stimulating. His thick fingers explored the rosy pucker between my cheeks, and I felt him insert a digit into my asshole. “Hey, Jimmy, an asshole is an asshole, right? Yours looks pretty fuckin’ tight, too. You think you could take a cock like mine in your butt, faggot?” I shuddered with delight; I ached to take Leon into my body, to have his miraculous cock filling my gut. I bent over slightly to give him better access to my quivering ass.

Grabbing my hips, Leon pulled me closer between his legs. I reached behind me and grasp his cock, as rigid and stiff as a flagpole. “Yeah, baby, do it. Go on; sit on my fuckin’ cock, Jimmy!” I lowered myself until I just felt his angry red glan pressing on the ring of muscle at my asshole. I had to relax, had to loosen my grip, or he would never get inside me. I heard him huffing on the popper bottle. 

“Now, goddam it! Fuckin’ sit on it NOW!” he howled, grabbing my shoulders and pulling me down. I was suddenly impaled on his cock, I felt like it was stabbing into my gut like a blade. The pain was intense, and I swooned as I sat firmly in his lap. “Oh, yeah, that’s the shit, man! Fuckin’ ride my dick, cocksucker!” Leon grunted, twisting his hips and grinding his ten-inch sword deep into my belly. My asshole was popping like the seams on a cheap suit, his huge member stretching me beyond possibility.

The fucking biker was all I thought he would be. His cock was hard, unyielding, and impressively large. I knew there was a big man inside me. There is nothing as fulfilling as a huge cock pressing on your prostate. How the fuck had this happened? I had fantasized about the big gorilla since I saw him at the bookstore, but even in my wildest dream I never expected him to fuck my ass!