1. Bi Biker Club


    Date: 10/26/2014, Categories: First Time, Gay Male, Group Sex, Author: bikerheaven2, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    This is a true story from about 10 years ago. My wife had gotten a really good job up in Ontario and so I gave up my job we had moved there for a few years while her company was getting set up. In my first few weeks in Ontario I had found most of my time was spent watching television so I decided to get a hobby. I went out, bought a motorcycle and spent most of my days driving around trying to learn the area. It was during this time that I started hanging out at this biker bar a little ways away from where I was living. After drinking with the same group of guys at the bar for a few weeks they asked me if I wanted to join their biker club. I agreed to come check it out and the next week I went along with them to their meeting. It wasn't much of a meeting as much as it was a bunch of older guys dressed in leather drinking, playing pool, throwing darts. I had a great time with the guys but I was always treated like a visitor. People kept showing me things, people kept introducing me to people. It wasn't until I had been attending the meetings for some time that I was asked to join the club. I figured it would be pretty cool and give me something to do, new friends. So I accepted their invitation and my sizes were taken for my leather vest with the club logo and my pants. The night of the ceremony I was sworn in in front of at least a hundred members. The secrets of the club were not to be told to our wives, our families or even our closest friends. The club was now my f****y ...
    and we were closer than bl**d. I took the oath thinking it was just a group speak type thing where we had a motto. I was sent into the bathroom with a package and told to put on my new uniform that I would have to wear for my entire first year as a member. As I went into the bathroom and inspected the contents of the box I noticed that aside from the vest there was a very homoerotic pair of leather pants in the box. They had a zipper that went all the way from the front to the back and all the way from the back to the front. I put them on figuring it was probably just some hazing thing to figure out how long I could take the prodding. Once I came out dressed in my new gear the men had all taken to referring to me as "new bitch" and they kept getting "new bitch" a drink. All seemed like a normal night with the exception of that except for when I woke up in the morning on a mattress in the back room. My pants were unzipped in the back and being held up by my belt but what was more surprising was one of the older bearded members was still in the process of having sex with me. As if that wasn't surprising enough, through the hangover the only thing that felt good was the constant sliding of his penis deep into my leather asshole rubbing my prostate and making my body twitch with pleasure. When he found out I was awake he rolled me onto my stomach lay flat across my back and kept pounding me harder as my asshole just accepted it's fate and fucked until he came. I myself never came. ...
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