Straight Male / 37
Biker surprise
Our 48yo neighbor is a medical professional whose hobby is his big, loud motor cycle. His wife is on faculty with my wife at a large southern university. I'm in upper management for an regional insurance company. Anyone who lives in our state that isn't a football fanatic is considered "a mentally unstable individual". Needless to say Fall is nothing but football (college and NFL) will all other activities on the back burner on low heat. We have lived in our home for 8 years and became fast best friends with Keith and Jennifer. Keith gave up trying to get me on his bike for anything other than a ride around the community. Several times during the year he takes weekend trips (alone)or with other biker friends. The first summer we lived he and a biker friend took a 2 week bike trip to the north east. Keith had never been to the west coast, especially the southwest where we lived before moving here. Finally, we agreed that he and I would take a 2 week trip last summer so he could see that part of the country. The stipulation was we use my SUV but he insisted we use his tents and we stay in KOA camps.
The third day into our trip we are at the "four corners bronze plaque" (Arizona, New Mexico, Colorado and Utah) and I must have made 50 pictures of him. Not sure I had ever seen him so excited. That night we stopped at a KOIA camp in northern Arizona where we pitched his 4 man tent and were working on a 6 pack when 2 Bikers stopped at the camp site beside ours. One of the bikes was a 3 wheeler which pulled a small trailer containing their camping supplies. Keith was over at the bikers before they could turn their engines off. Instant bond and new quest for our burgers that night, which was fine with me as the guys were professionals, like Keith. The skies were clear that night and the stars were really bright - almost always the case. It was late, I had a major buzz so I went to the bathroom to piss and went into the tent and crawled into my bed. I woke a couple of hours later but Keith was not in his bed. I looked and it was 12:35am so I looked out but Keith was no where to be seen. I lay back down for a few minutes before I got up to go over to the men's room to piss. Just as I stepped put of our tent I heard a moan coming from the bikers tent and I knew someone was having sex. No one was in the men's room so my concern for Keith amplified to the point I took out my phone to txt him. Something told me to leave it alone and go back to bed. So I walked back across the grass to our tent thinking Keith may have been on a walk.
I lay there not sure what to think or do when I realized Keith who was drunk when I went to bed. I decided to make sure he wasn't in the SUV asleep before I txt him. As I stepped out of our tent the moans from the bikers tent were louder and more than one voice. I stopped and listened for a minute when I heard someone say (very clearly) "take some more of my cum you cock sucking, ass licking, bitch pig." NO doubt in my mind sex is happening with someone in the tent. More moans and more nasty talking and then its quiet as I only hear movement. That is when I walked out to the SUV real quick to see if Keith were there asleep, but he wasn't. Just as I am about to reach our tent the flap on the bikers tent opens and Keith walked out with his shirt and shoes in his hand. We were like deer caught in the headlights. Finally I took the last step into the tent with Keith right behind me. Not one word was spoken as we both lay there for hours before I heard him snoring.
I woke to the sound of the bikers engines and looked as Keith was stepping out the tent. I stayed inside until I heard them drive off before I went to the bathroom. When I went in to piss Keith was in the shower and said, "good morning". we left for Phoenix that night, San Diego the next night, up to LA and back in Palm Springs at a KOA the last night before we headed for a night in Colorado Springs and back home. We went to a restaurant in Cathedral City (south Palm Springs) where the gay waiter was overly friendly to us. Just as we finished Keith said, "do you know what GAY-RADAR is?" I said, "No." So he explained how he could tell if a man was gay or bi - even the most masculine. I said, "so your GAY-RADAR identified those 2 bikers the other night, while I saw nothing." He said, "Yes, and I have no problem with gays or bisexuals." I told him, "I am not homophobic as you know but I do not have an APt for GAY-RADAR. I am curious, as to who the cock sucking, ass licking, bitch pig was in the tent with you three the other night." He looked me dead in the eye and said, "You know it was me. For God's sake tell me what your silence going to cost me?" I said, "nothing. I am your friend and always will be. I am deaf, dumb and blind, Keith."
Once we got into the SUV he began to share with me the when, where, how, who and how long he had been into sex with men. He talked openly for 2 days and as we were leaving Denver heading home I admitted guys had sucked me in high school and college, but I had not had a blow job from a man since I was 23. That is when he offered to give me head but I declined. Several times over the remainder of the trip and after we got home Keith has asked to suck my cock. Several weekends ago there was a biker at his house while I was in my yard. They were getting ready for a ride and when he saw me looking he smiled held up both hands in the air (I surrender) and waved as they drove off for the day. The nest time we were alone cooking steaks Keith whispered, "that tattooed, big bear biker has a dick the size of a tall beer can and he can suck the sealer off a tiled floor." I have beat my cock red and sore invisioning Keith servicing those bikers in their tent and now I have some new jack-off material.
Our 48yo neighbor is a medical professional whose hobby is his big, loud motor cycle. His wife is on faculty with my wife at a large southern university. I'm in upper management for an regional insurance company. Anyone who lives in our state that isn't a football fanatic is considered "a mentally unstable individual". Needless to say Fall is nothing but football (college and NFL) will all other activities on the back burner on low heat. We have lived in our home for 8 years and became fast best friends with Keith and Jennifer. Keith gave up trying to get me on his bike for anything other than a ride around the community. Several times during the year he takes weekend trips (alone)or with other biker friends. The first summer we lived he and a biker friend took a 2 week bike trip to the north east. Keith had never been to the west coast, especially the southwest where we lived before moving here. Finally, we agreed that he and I would take a 2 week trip last summer so he could see that part of the country. The stipulation was we use my SUV but he insisted we use his tents and we stay in KOA camps.
The third day into our trip we are at the "four corners bronze plaque" (Arizona, New Mexico, Colorado and Utah) and I must have made 50 pictures of him. Not sure I had ever seen him so excited. That night we stopped at a KOIA camp in northern Arizona where we pitched his 4 man tent and were working on a 6 pack when 2 Bikers stopped at the camp site beside ours. One of the bikes was a 3 wheeler which pulled a small trailer containing their camping supplies. Keith was over at the bikers before they could turn their engines off. Instant bond and new quest for our burgers that night, which was fine with me as the guys were professionals, like Keith. The skies were clear that night and the stars were really bright - almost always the case. It was late, I had a major buzz so I went to the bathroom to piss and went into the tent and crawled into my bed. I woke a couple of hours later but Keith was not in his bed. I looked and it was 12:35am so I looked out but Keith was no where to be seen. I lay back down for a few minutes before I got up to go over to the men's room to piss. Just as I stepped put of our tent I heard a moan coming from the bikers tent and I knew someone was having sex. No one was in the men's room so my concern for Keith amplified to the point I took out my phone to txt him. Something told me to leave it alone and go back to bed. So I walked back across the grass to our tent thinking Keith may have been on a walk.
I lay there not sure what to think or do when I realized Keith who was drunk when I went to bed. I decided to make sure he wasn't in the SUV asleep before I txt him. As I stepped out of our tent the moans from the bikers tent were louder and more than one voice. I stopped and listened for a minute when I heard someone say (very clearly) "take some more of my cum you cock sucking, ass licking, bitch pig." NO doubt in my mind sex is happening with someone in the tent. More moans and more nasty talking and then its quiet as I only hear movement. That is when I walked out to the SUV real quick to see if Keith were there asleep, but he wasn't. Just as I am about to reach our tent the flap on the bikers tent opens and Keith walked out with his shirt and shoes in his hand. We were like deer caught in the headlights. Finally I took the last step into the tent with Keith right behind me. Not one word was spoken as we both lay there for hours before I heard him snoring.
I woke to the sound of the bikers engines and looked as Keith was stepping out the tent. I stayed inside until I heard them drive off before I went to the bathroom. When I went in to piss Keith was in the shower and said, "good morning". we left for Phoenix that night, San Diego the next night, up to LA and back in Palm Springs at a KOA the last night before we headed for a night in Colorado Springs and back home. We went to a restaurant in Cathedral City (south Palm Springs) where the gay waiter was overly friendly to us. Just as we finished Keith said, "do you know what GAY-RADAR is?" I said, "No." So he explained how he could tell if a man was gay or bi - even the most masculine. I said, "so your GAY-RADAR identified those 2 bikers the other night, while I saw nothing." He said, "Yes, and I have no problem with gays or bisexuals." I told him, "I am not homophobic as you know but I do not have an APt for GAY-RADAR. I am curious, as to who the cock sucking, ass licking, bitch pig was in the tent with you three the other night." He looked me dead in the eye and said, "You know it was me. For God's sake tell me what your silence going to cost me?" I said, "nothing. I am your friend and always will be. I am deaf, dumb and blind, Keith."
Once we got into the SUV he began to share with me the when, where, how, who and how long he had been into sex with men. He talked openly for 2 days and as we were leaving Denver heading home I admitted guys had sucked me in high school and college, but I had not had a blow job from a man since I was 23. That is when he offered to give me head but I declined. Several times over the remainder of the trip and after we got home Keith has asked to suck my cock. Several weekends ago there was a biker at his house while I was in my yard. They were getting ready for a ride and when he saw me looking he smiled held up both hands in the air (I surrender) and waved as they drove off for the day. The nest time we were alone cooking steaks Keith whispered, "that tattooed, big bear biker has a dick the size of a tall beer can and he can suck the sealer off a tiled floor." I have beat my cock red and sore invisioning Keith servicing those bikers in their tent and now I have some new jack-off material.
