Fucking the Married Biker Guy

It’s amazing how many married guys like to get fucked. Earlier this evening, I was boned up and looking at Craigslist posting when I saw this "married biker" looking to get fucking. The picture that he posted of his ass- looking very nice. So what the hell- I responded and he send me back an email letting me know that he loved getting fucked in the ass. His wife was working the late shift and was looking to host. We exchanged pics. He was tall with a lanky defined build, 37, 6’1 175, defined, tattoo'd, and pierced. When I got to his place, there was a Harley motorcycle parked in the driveway. When he opened the door, he looked like his picture. Short cropped black hair, black goatee, and small sliver stud in his left ear. Immediately noticed the piercing in his tongue. Yes, my cock was going to be in happy land! He wore cargo shorts and army tank top which showed off his arm sleeve tattoo’s. He had me sit on the sofa and asked if straight porn was ok? He pressed play on the DVD player and suddenly a massively hung guy was getting head from a bleached blonde with huge tits.

Started sucking on my cock. Must say he had the right amount of spit, suction, and rhythm as he bobbed up and down on my cock. The piercing in his tongue moved along the underside of my shaft which was definitely doing the trick and then flecked the silver rod against the head of my cock. I pushed him on the carpet and straddled his face. I fucked his throat- pushing the entire length of my cock deep down his throat. “Suck me fucker!” I held it deep down his throat until I heard him gagging.

Had him on his hands and knees- his naked butt staring me in the face. An eagle was tattoo’d on his upper back cascaded over his shoulders. I inserted a lubed finger into his hole. He groaned out "Ah fuck!" Small black hairs surrounded grew his pink hole. I bent forward and ate him out. Lapped at the sides of his hole- pushing my tongue deep inside of it- and pushed it apart as far as I could to get it ready for my cock. Then slicked up my cock, squirting lube onto his hole. I laid my cock across his crack.

“You ready for it fucker?

“Yes . . . please fuck me.”

I pushed the head of my cock against the hole- kept pushing until it opened up and sucked me in. Slowly slid inside him- feeling his hole open up to take me while listening to my tattoo’d married boy groan. Once I was completely inside him- I stated sliding in and out- letting him get used to the feeling.

“You OK?”

“Fuck it feels great!”

This is my queue to let him have it. I built up speed- pulling almost all the way out and then pushing back in until his ass ground against my balls. Gripped the sides of his ass and rammed into him over and over.

“I’m going to cum!” he shouted. He laid his head against the carpet- and stroked his cock.

I pounded it harder inside him making him take the entire length while I felt his hole pulse around my cock.

Moments later- I fucked him full of my load.

As I dressed, he laid on the floor- right by the spot, where his cum had been shot into the grey-blue carpet.