Leather Skin Biker

When I ordered our first round of beers at the bar, I noticed a tall, nice looking “older” man leaning against the far wall, near the doorway to the Clubroom. It turned out that I would run into that man later in the evening. We made eye contact at the time when I first arrived with my slave, but I didn’t realize then that there would be more communication with him that night.

Since the first pass through the Clubroom and the backroom really didn’t offer much to stimulate the senses, I decided that after a while me and my slave would make another pass through to see if things had picked up any in the back. As it turned out, the backroom had become much more full in the time since I first checked it. I decided that this time we’d stick around a bit back there in the dimly lit compartment. Since I love head so much, I decided that I’d unzip and let my slave suck on my cock a while. I always love that, public or non-public head. So in no time at all, the handsome daddy-type I’d spotted early in the evening appeared out of the corner, apparently interested to see what me and the slave had going on.

The next thing I know, I have my fingers on his nipples, pinching and tweaking them. That seemed to wind him up nicely. He stood about 6 feet 2 inches tall, nicely hairy chest, probably size 12 boots, maybe 46 or 47 years old. But well preserved, well-groomed, friendly even. Good energy off that one. Speaking of energy, the next thing I knew, I had my hand on his shoulder, pushing him down to his knees, to take my boy’s place sucking on my cock. It turned out that the daddy was quite a good cocksucker, and I was enjoying it. At that point, I pulled my slave back up to his feet, and let the daddy work on my cock for a while.

Well, needless to say, my slave didn’t just stand there ignored. In the dim, humid light of the backroom, I could see guys running their hands over my property’s hairy chest, tweaking his nips, feeling his body. This distracted me only a little from the daddy sucking my cock. At that point, I had a great idea. I decided that I wanted the daddy to suck my slave’s cock. So I pulled him off of my cock, and put him on my boy’s cock. There’s something of a mindfuck involved in an older daddy type sucking my slave’s cock. My slave doesn’t get his cock sucked nearly enough, so I thought it would be nice for him to get sucked. The daddy had no problem with that. One thing I noticed about him is that all I had to do was put him on a task, and he was on it—and stayed on it. In terms of head space, I had a man my age or older doing my bidding, sucking my slave’s cock at my direction. How hot is that?

My mind was working, and I began to ponder what would be hotter than that. Or more accurately, what could I do to kick things up a notch. And being the pig that I am, and the creative erotic man that I am, I decided it would be a lot of fun to slide into the daddy’s hole whilst the daddy sucked my slave’s cock. He was crouching on his haunches to suck, so I lifted his ass up to the right level, and he knew exactly where things were going at that point. He arched his back, never taking his mouth off my slave’s cock, and spread his legs for me. I spit on my cock to lube it up, and get it ready for his raw hole. By that time his whole body was dripping with sweat, and his crack was nice and sweaty too. I stroked my pierced cock and got it hard again, and with little trouble at all, slide into the daddy’s fuck hole. It felt wonderfully warm, wet, and receptive, as I thrust my pierced cock into his warm hole. I loved the idea of my boy’s cock in this daddy’s mouth, and my cock up the daddy’s man cunt. But there’s more.

The daddy had a nice build. Kind of tall and lanky. Definitely toned. Definitely worked out. I liked the feel of his body, his hole, the sweat dripping off him. Here’s the interesting part: the daddy decided to pull off my boy’s cock, and turn my boy around. Just for the record, I’d give the daddy about eight inches of nice smooth thick cock between his legs. He was eight inches if he was one. The daddy turned my boy around, so that my boy’s ass faced him, and he slid into my boy’s hole. I heard my slave let out a moan of pleasure. Mind you, I never pulled out of the daddy. So while I was fucking the daddy, the daddy was fucking my slave. I was totally aroused by the connection we had going between the three of us. As my readers may know, sometimes it’s not so easy to get the rhythm right when you have a daisychain type fucking situation like that going on, but we were doing okay. After all of that build up, I just couldn’t hold off much longer, so I let go my load deep up inside the daddy’s guts. I moaned really loud, and was mindful of the men rubbing my ass, rubbing my chest, tweaking my nipples, rubbing my legs—the whole while that I was fucking, and even when I was unloading, breeding the daddy. I can’t say for sure, but I think my groans of pleasure drown out everything else in the backroom, and for all I know they may have been heard at the front bar.

I remember cumming really hard and shooting deep into the daddy while he continued fucking my slave. I can’t say that up to that point I had had a hotter recent encounter. It had been some months, and what a way to get things back on track at the Eagle. Not to make light of it, but the daddy, in turn, unloaded his low hanging heavy balls into my slave’s ass. So the daddy type guy received my hot load, and my slave received the daddy-type’s hot load. I was sweaty, my slave was sweaty, and we both needed something to drink. With our backroom activity drawn to a conclusion, I pulled my slave’s arm, and we both washed up a bit, then got two cold Heinekens. It felt much cooler out in the front bar, and the beer didn’t hurt either.

Not long after that, it was time to say goodnight to our friends at the bar. It had been a great night back at the Eagle. After a 13 month hiatus, we were back. And to quote my slave, “We fuckin’ owned that bar.” And he was right. We were easily the hottest couple there, and we could have had our pick of just about anyone we wanted. The socialization was the most important part of the evening, even more important than the play in the backroom. We had fun, we reconnected with Jim, the manager, and had a little fun with a stranger, while surrounded by a bunch of horny, sweaty, piggy men in a dark humid room. What more can one ask for?

This entry was posted on Monday, October 27th, 2008 at 8:09 pm and is filed under Backrooms, Boots, Cum, Dominance, Fucking, Groups, Leather, Master/slave, Power Imbalance, Unwrapped.