I caught and gulped it down in one swift motion. I shook my head and shuttered at the sting as it slid down my throat and warmed up my midsection even more. Consider this your birthday present from me to you. His chest was beefy and he smelled like cigarettes and Old Spice. I hope this isn't the only present you give me I didn't really know who this man was, but I liked where he was touching me. He had one of his thick arms wrapped around my waist and his big hands were tucked into the inside of the back of my pants.
The only thing I knew was that his road name was Tank and he was from the Wild Bunch. It was my birthday and that night I was ready to get drunk and fuck. I was turning 21 and everyone knew that the only thing I wanted for my birthday was to get rip-roaring drunk.
It actually wasn't the first time for me to get drunk, and when I got plastered, I was admittedly very annoying, and considerably slutty. Sober me was modestly social, yet he kept to himself most of time, and he made rational decisions. However, drunk me thought he was the cock of the walk. He spoke to anyone without restraint, and no one could tell him anything otherwise. I was told by a lot of members in our club that I was a good looking boy.
I was dark-skinned with thick curly hair. My body was lean, and my ass was round and sexy. It was always a crowd pleaser. People already thought I was cute, but when I was inebriated, I thought I was the sexiest thing alive, and I made sure everyone was blatantly aware of it. When my friends and I were preparing to hit up the club we agreed that we were all leaving with someone that night, I definitely was. I dressed up in my wranglers, boots, and my hometown's biker vest and pinned some money on me then we all pre-gamed on some of my dad's Hennessy to loosen up.
Sadly, my Suzuki crotch rocket was in the shop so we took my friend's jeep instead and headed out. I was ready to party, get drunk, ride motorcycles, and get fucked in that order. When my friends and I had arrived at the club, it was packed because there was a biker's convention going on in town. There was always a convention going on around my birthday and my dad would take me out there with him, but this time I wanted to celebrate differently and go to a bar.
This particular bar was known to house a lot of the gay and lesbian bikers that rode in during the convention season. There were a lot of different bikers in there from many different clubs, some I recognized and some I didn't. The club was smoky and loud; everyone was drinking, cussing at each other, banging dominoes on the tables, and slamming against the pool tables.
If someone weren't used to seeing all this then they'd probably think that everyone was scary looking, but I grew up around bikers, so their fearsome appearances didn't bother me one bit.
It actually turned me on, and when I saw that man at the bar, he was turning me on big time. He was sitting at the bar, laughing with some of the members of his club. He was tall, burly, and his arms were covered in tattoos. He was an older white dude, maybe in his 40s, he had scruff around his face, and his black hair was messy. His patches said he was a Road Captain from the club named the Wild Bunch. I knew that club, they were from a few towns over, and my club didn't like them too much, but he was hot enough for me to keep my eyes locked on him all night, so I didn't care.
The club's music switched back and forth to different genres, but it finally switched to something with a decent beat to it. I felt tipsy enough to want to dance, so my friends and I got to the dance floor and danced with some of the ladies who were grinding all on each other, wearing small booty shorts and tight dresses that left nothing to the imagination.
Women came up to me and pinned some money on me, wishing me a happy birthday and rubbing against me. Some guys came up to me, said happy birthday, slipped some bills into the front of my pants, and tried to convince me to leave with them, but I didn't want them and I wasn't ready to leave yet. I was having a fun time, gyrating my hips around, and I didn't care who was looking, as long as I got his attention and I did.
After he was through talking to his club mates, he finally turned in my direction and cocked his eyebrow in curiosity. I let him know that I was aware of his looking by turning around and shaking my round ass for him just a little bit more and he looked like he appreciated that gesture. I finally sauntered up to him and leaned against the bar next to him. Hmm I liked that. You know Big Dawg, right? Oh god, I thought to myself. I couldn't go anywhere or do anything without someone telling me that they knew my dad.
He was well known around the parts because he was a good president and respected the laws of the roads and territories, but he wasn't one to take anyone's shit lying down and wasn't afraid to fight. One time he and one of the captains from the Wild Bunch got into a big scuffle and the two clubs haven't been on good terms since. He'd be heated if he saw me talking to one of their members, but I didn't care about all that.
I told him I was turning 21 and he pulled out his wallet to pin a 20 on me. You can just buy me a few drinks instead. He looked surprised but he didn't knock me off so I guess he didn't mind. He ordered me shot after shot of Tequila. I thought I was pacing myself, but I wasn't and after knocking back about , I was sloppy drunk. I couldn't even sit up straight, my head was spinning, and I was really warm. I took the drink from him and downed it. Tank put his arm on my back and rested one of his hands inside the back on my pants as he continued to talk with his friends.
He'd look at me and whispered something back to his friends and they'd all laugh. Can we leave now? Right now I'm still talkin' with my brothers. I'd rub on him, press my ass harder into him, and lean into him and whisper nasty words in his ear to try to get him riled up too so we could leave already.
He shot me a devilish smile, topped off his drink and slammed some money on the counter. He then scooped me up and headed towards the door. Out at the parking lot, we went over to his sled and he threw his big leg over it.
It was a sleek black 48 Harley Davidson with chrome accessories and 12in ape hangers. It was sexy, but it was a one-seater. He turned his head towards me and smirked. Then we took off. We made it to the small and dirty looking hotel and there were several motorcycles parked out in front and plenty of bikers out fraternizing with each other.
Hope you don't mind. He parked and led me down a corridor and all the rooms were filled with more bikers, blaring loud music out from their rooms and loud drunk chatter came from all around. He then led me into one of the motel rooms with two twin beds.
The room was filled with loud music, sex noises, and the smell of sex and cigarette smoke. My type of environment. It was dim and there were two other members from Tank's club in there and they were fucking other boys from other clubs.
One tall guy, covered in tattoos from head to toe, was on the bed pounding away at some black boy from behind. His patches said he was from the Hyena Boiz, and he was practically screaming in pleasure from the man's cock. The other couple was in the corner and the other man from Tank's club had a blonde boy with a red vest spread out on the coffee table with his legs in the air and was ramming his cock into the boy's hole from above.
Even the door that connected our room to the room next door was open and there were members in there who sounded like they were fucking too. He tasted like beer and cigarettes and it was good. While our tongues wrestled with each other's, he snatched off his vest and shirt then ran his tongue down my neck and bit hard. His beefy chest was covered in black hair and tattoos. I leaned down and licked all across that bad boy, tracing each of his tattoos with my tongue then I sucked and nibbled on his sexy hairy nipples and he moaned with gratitude.
This was a real man's body, and I wanted to worship it forever. I kissed and licked all over his pecs, his large shoulders, and even getting drunker off the taste of his musky hairy man pits. I was the hardest I had ever been before as I stood in front of him.
He gave my lean body a look over and moaned impressed. I started over to him but he stopped me. I eagerly got to my knees and crawled over to him and snatched off his belt and undid his pants -- unleashing his angry and demanding looking hard cock. I felt like I had to unhinge my jaw like a snake to accommodate his godlike cock.
I couldn't fit the whole thing in my mouth without gagging, but I slurped and gargled on at least half of his delicious sweaty cock.
I drunkenly slobbered all over his shaft and worked it with my other hand as I went down to suck and fondle his plump hairy balls. He moaned loudly and took a hold of my head and bobbed it up and down. My head was still swimming and all the blaring music and smoke was getting to me too, everything started to feel so surreal, and even more strangely, all while this was happening, random people would just walk by the room and holler at Tank or the other men, and they would talk back like doing all this was just casual business.
I tried to look up at the people talking, also wondering if maybe they were gonna join in, but Tank pushed my head back down. I moaned in compliance and went back to my assigned task of sucking the juice out of his sexy engorged cock. His groans were so sexy.
I could feel his deep baritone voice reverberating through his balls every time I stuck them in my mouth, and it just made me want to suck him off more.