Friday The Thirteenth

Work that week had been hell...long hours; the office was short staffed due to overlapping vacation schedules....Bogey could only look forward to 5:00 on Friday!!! Yes his mother was a BIG Humphrey Bogart fan and so he was Bogey. Tall, 6' 1" a solid 220 pounds of former college line-backer. Bogey was furry; hairs curling out of his open shirt collar and his sleeves. He had a short but flat top in mixed salt & pepper. His goatee matched his hair. Bogey liked working his body still and his barrel chest stretched the white dress shirts. More than once the word Daddy got whispered as Bogey passed while out at the bars.

Bogey's nuts ached. It had been DAYS since he had shot a load. His partner was away working out of town and the long work hours left him short tempered and exhausted when he got home. Friday finally rolled around and Bogey was REALLY looking forward to it The wilderness was calling, a MEN ONLY campground, only 2 hours away. Men rutting sucking and fucking with abandon. He got home and with-in the hour Bogey was packed and on his way. He hopping into his old Mustang convertible, Top down, and dressed in an old T-shirt n jeans. He was ready to fly!

After the usual rush hour traffic delays Bogey had a piss hard that needed some release. He pulled into a donut shop. The parking lot filled with motorcycles; Harleys all of them. The rumble of engines hit home. It was Friday the 13th!. Bikers were out in force as they were meeting in Port Dover for the ritual run. Bikers from all over were going to the same little Lake port to hang out. His cock throbbed at the sight of all the glistening chrome, the scent of leather and gas intoxicating to him. He hopped out of the Mustang bikers eyeing the big man as he strutted into the shop. Bogey's eyes scanned the patrons He looked hungrily at the leather clad sun glass wearing bikers.

"FUCK!" He though "what a wet dream" The few women along were a mix of pretty and formerly pretty. He ignored their lustful glances. Remembering what he stopped for he spotted a hallway with a sign that said MEN. As he approached the door he noticed a smaller man walk alongside. Their hands reached the door handle together and Bogeys hand was covered by a leather gloved hand. Bogey shivered with sexual pleasure at the touch of the leather clad hand

"Sorry" a masculine voice said.

"I've got to let the snake out man" Bogey grunted his agreement and nodded. He looked the man over. A leather jacket fitted the shoulders of the man. Underneath a worn black T-shirt He looked in his 30s the blue eyes stared at Bogey in expectation. The biker had leather chaps wrapped around a pair of muscular legs the crotch of the button-fly jeans framed by the black zippered leather The bulge was thick Bogey licked his kips. Wordlessley he nodded and opened the door to the bathroom. There were two urinals and Bogey unzipped his fly as he approached the one on the left. The biker hurried past him and with an audible sigh popped the buttons and released a stream into the porcelain bowl. "Hot Ass" Bogey thought as he unzipped and slowly pulled his rockhard cock out His mind roaming as he pissed Bogey felt a hand on his ass "What's the hankie for man?"

Bogey turned and looked at the biker. His piss stream done the biker was slowly pulling on his uncut cock. And shaking the thickening meat to loose the last drops of piss. The biker looked at Bokey expectantly. Bogey saw the hardening cock and remembered the blue hankie in his rightt pocket. Bogey's nuts tightened as his rounge wet his lips Bogey said "Sucking..."

"What?" the biker asked looking harder at Bogey and now sliding the foreskin back n forth on thhe now hard cock " I like to suck" Bogey said firmly. And smiled "Suck COCK" Bogey looked behind him and noticed the Out of order sign attached on the inside of the door. Moving quickly he pulled open the door and slipped the sign into the slot on the door. Locking the door he turned to face the biker

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written by deepassu