This is a true story from England.
I was heavily into the bike scene and had been for many years, Lived, breathed, loved motorcycles...Stereotypical biker, leather jacket ripped, filthy jeans, long hair, the works, an attitude problem regarding society and all the crap that went with it. A real biker, only difference, I was gay.
This did put a bit of a damper on the party side of things, but ironically I attract chicks (daft cunts can't resist trying to get guys who show no interest) which provided useful cover. They said that underneath the mass of hair, leather and attitude was a sweet guy trying to get out. Thank God I am gay, imagine having to be stuck with a species who get everything backward. Fuck me, the last thing that I needed in my circle of friends was to be out. I have never had a problem with my sexuality, but friends are one thing, understanding friends another. video chat xxx - web cam girls model
I decided that it was time for a change from the circle of friends. They were into parking 'cyles outside pubs, I was into really riding 'em. I met a guy who was part of a group who toured regularly, not just a few miles at the weekend, but hundreds of miles at a time. This sounded like my bag so I got my act together, hung up my old leather jacket in the garage (still couldn't throw it out) and bought a decent new set of leathers, sort that landlords of public houses let you in wearing. New helmet, gloves, boots and that was me ready to go. The hair, well that stayed; I was cutting that for no one. My bike was never as untidy as I used to be, it was my pride and joy, immaculate and well serviced.
I met up with the guys from the club at Marlborough, Wiltshire about 80 miles from home. Down the M5, pulled up outside the pub in a market square in Marlborough's main street and saw about 15 bikes lined up. All tourers and all loaded up for a trip. I pulled up at the end of the line of bikes, parked up and took off my helmet. The guy that had told me of this club came out to greet me, we all sat about and got to know each other over a drink. The general feeling was that I was OK to join this elite band of tourers and basically that was that. They packed and ready to leave for France for the weekend. I didn't realise this so I had not packed any camping gear. One of the guys, John; said he had a spare sleeping bag and I could share his tent if I wanted. This was fine by me so after a bite to eat we set off towards Dover.
There is something that you cannot explain to people who are not into riding motorcycles, like the freedom. You just don't get that sort of feeling some how in a car. The train of motorcycles sped across country and it seemed only
minutes rather than hours before we reached the port. We got tickets boarded the ferry, made sure the bikes were secure and settled in for the trip. In the restaurant I got to talk with John properly for the first time, He was about 5' 10" tall, around 150 lbs, had the cutest ass that I had seen for a long time, and when he unzipped his leathers I noticed that he didn't seem to have any chest hair. We talked about bikes and the places we had been to, briefly touched on wives and girlfriends which we both hedged around.
men and this was going to be interesting if it extended below the waist. We put the tent up and went to join the others in the site bar. We ate drank and then drank more, then at around 9 John said that he fancied a walk down to the beach, a few of the others came along and we made our way along a track through a small woodland towards the sea. I couldn't actually see the sea but I could smell the ozone and hear the waves in the distance. I had noticed that on some of the trees to our right signs had been nailed with something written in french which I have to admit I couldn't read, at the top of the sign was a large red circle with a cross in it. I asked John if he live sex show amsterdam knew what it said and he said they were warning signs.
"Warnings for what?"
"Warnings for the bashful."
I looked at him sideways on, he was smiling at me. He had a sort of innocent smile but it had a touch of devilment in it that I found attracted me to him. I was just about to ask him what he meant when we hit the beach. We walked down towards the water, the others all went off in there own direction. I noticed that there were huge wooden posts sticking out of the sand all the way down to the sea, every once in a while I saw that same sign again nailed to a post.
The light was beginning to fade and to our right in the distance I could see what looked like lanterns swaying gently in the breeze.
"Shall we go and see what's going on over there?" I asked.
"I'm not sure you'd like it."
"Like what!"
"That's the nudist section of the beach" he said grinning.
It gets better I thought, I don't need any excuse to get my clothes off, and I really wanted to see John with out his clothes.
"Oh, is that all. "
"It doesn't bother you then?" he asked. And I knew that it was for the right reasons.
"No way, I'm happy to show anyone my body " I said with just the right amount of a suggestion in my tone.
We walked on towards the sea. The night was still really warm so I unzipped my one piece leathers to the waist and took off the top half, letting the jacket drop down behind me. John made no attempt to conceal his interest as he watched me strip off the leather.
"God I'm all sweaty." I said as I managed to peel my arm from the sleeve.
"Go for a swim then, that should cool you down a bit."
"Yea alright, you coming." I asked. I also noticed the outline of a hardening cock in his tight fitting leathers.
"Why not, we'll have to go over onto the nudist beach though. It's illegal to bathe nude on the non nudist section. Without any other words passing between us we headed off around the bay to the designated area. As we walked John unzipped his leathers to the bottom and every now and again I got a glimpse of his cock standing hard up against his
belly.
"Is this far enough." I asked. He nodded and with that I got out of my one piece leathers and dropped them on the sand. My cock was rigid now, partly because I hate underwear and that the friction from the leather was getting me off, and also the glimpse's of Johns cock had got me going. John stood and stared at my cock as he slowly peeled off his leathers. He was just about to get his leg out when he lost his balance and I lunged for him. I caught him under the arms and around the chest, and I couldn't help squeezing his nipple as I held him. He responded to my touch and it hardened, I slid my hands down to his ass and lifted him upright, all the time squeezing him. He got free from the
leathers and we headed for the sea, it was freezing and our erections disappeared instantly. We messed about in the sea for a while and we dropped all pretence and just rubbed each other, but the cold water put a damper even on my passion.
John suggested that we make our way back to the tent and warm each other up. We shot back up the beach and wrestled our way back into our leathers which was not easy. The trip back to the site took a fraction of the time that it did going. Once back in the tent we stripped each other and in the confined space managed to squeeze our selves together. Our cocks had revived and I humped his leg while he pumped against my stomach John was really easy to be with and our mouths met in a smear of saliva as we kissed, bit and licked at each other. All the time groping each others cocks. Johns cock was about six inches but really wide with a huge vein that you could feel his pulse with.
The next thing I knew a gush of hot spunk flooded up my arm and John let out a cry that probably alerted the rest of the camp site to what we where up to, but what the hell. I licked the still warm semen from my hand online porn video streaming and arm. John somehow managed to get his head to my crotch and started a very expert blow job on me which had me flowing like a fountain in no time at all. Not content with drinking down everything that I had to offer, he continued to caress me until I was hard again and then he rolled onto his back and spread his legs wide. I needed no further encouragement, I spit on my hands and wiped it all over my cock then nudged it against his ass. As I slide into him I could feel him contracting his muscles to drag me further and further in. John told me to be rough with him, even in the confines of a small tent and knowing any one could hear what was going on I just abandoned myself to lust and pumped at his ass for all I was worth. The harder I slammed into him the more he got off on it, and soon his cock was hard and pumping his cream out without being touched. When I finally blew he clamped my cock so hard that I thought that my balls would explode.
During the night we made love several more times, and over the next few days we had sex in the sea, on the beach and at one point in a tree. The site it turned out was a gay camp site which I thought was amusing. The nudist beach was the same, for those who liked there sex outdoors. In fact the entire bike club was gay, yet even I hadn't rumbled that which shows how little I knew about anything. We went 'camping' quite a bit after that, But that as they say is another story.
I was heavily into the bike scene and had been for many years, Lived, breathed, loved motorcycles...Stereotypical biker, leather jacket ripped, filthy jeans, long hair, the works, an attitude problem regarding society and all the crap that went with it. A real biker, only difference, I was gay.
This did put a bit of a damper on the party side of things, but ironically I attract chicks (daft cunts can't resist trying to get guys who show no interest) which provided useful cover. They said that underneath the mass of hair, leather and attitude was a sweet guy trying to get out. Thank God I am gay, imagine having to be stuck with a species who get everything backward. Fuck me, the last thing that I needed in my circle of friends was to be out. I have never had a problem with my sexuality, but friends are one thing, understanding friends another. video chat xxx - web cam girls model
I decided that it was time for a change from the circle of friends. They were into parking 'cyles outside pubs, I was into really riding 'em. I met a guy who was part of a group who toured regularly, not just a few miles at the weekend, but hundreds of miles at a time. This sounded like my bag so I got my act together, hung up my old leather jacket in the garage (still couldn't throw it out) and bought a decent new set of leathers, sort that landlords of public houses let you in wearing. New helmet, gloves, boots and that was me ready to go. The hair, well that stayed; I was cutting that for no one. My bike was never as untidy as I used to be, it was my pride and joy, immaculate and well serviced.
I met up with the guys from the club at Marlborough, Wiltshire about 80 miles from home. Down the M5, pulled up outside the pub in a market square in Marlborough's main street and saw about 15 bikes lined up. All tourers and all loaded up for a trip. I pulled up at the end of the line of bikes, parked up and took off my helmet. The guy that had told me of this club came out to greet me, we all sat about and got to know each other over a drink. The general feeling was that I was OK to join this elite band of tourers and basically that was that. They packed and ready to leave for France for the weekend. I didn't realise this so I had not packed any camping gear. One of the guys, John; said he had a spare sleeping bag and I could share his tent if I wanted. This was fine by me so after a bite to eat we set off towards Dover.There is something that you cannot explain to people who are not into riding motorcycles, like the freedom. You just don't get that sort of feeling some how in a car. The train of motorcycles sped across country and it seemed only
minutes rather than hours before we reached the port. We got tickets boarded the ferry, made sure the bikes were secure and settled in for the trip. In the restaurant I got to talk with John properly for the first time, He was about 5' 10" tall, around 150 lbs, had the cutest ass that I had seen for a long time, and when he unzipped his leathers I noticed that he didn't seem to have any chest hair. We talked about bikes and the places we had been to, briefly touched on wives and girlfriends which we both hedged around.
About 5pm we reached France. Roads brilliant, weather superb, countryside out of a travel brochure. Arrived the camp site at about 6:30pm and set about putting up the tents straight away. When John took his tent from the bike and threw it open on the grass I knew that we were going to get to know each other well over the next few days. The tent was just big enough for two people, and I mean just. John unzipped his one piece leathers to the waist and his skin was not really tanned as such, but it had a sort of olive sheen to it and it was absolutely hairless, I have a thing about shaved▷ Cute Girls ladies 【 Cam girl websites 】-【 Free adult cams 2018-2019 】 https://t.co/SDg4MDlKcT Cute, young ladies at work. tons of individuals have at some purpose engaged with associate degree intern at work. Here is my story.
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men and this was going to be interesting if it extended below the waist. We put the tent up and went to join the others in the site bar. We ate drank and then drank more, then at around 9 John said that he fancied a walk down to the beach, a few of the others came along and we made our way along a track through a small woodland towards the sea. I couldn't actually see the sea but I could smell the ozone and hear the waves in the distance. I had noticed that on some of the trees to our right signs had been nailed with something written in french which I have to admit I couldn't read, at the top of the sign was a large red circle with a cross in it. I asked John if he live sex show amsterdam knew what it said and he said they were warning signs.
"Warnings for what?"
"Warnings for the bashful."
I looked at him sideways on, he was smiling at me. He had a sort of innocent smile but it had a touch of devilment in it that I found attracted me to him. I was just about to ask him what he meant when we hit the beach. We walked down towards the water, the others all went off in there own direction. I noticed that there were huge wooden posts sticking out of the sand all the way down to the sea, every once in a while I saw that same sign again nailed to a post.
The light was beginning to fade and to our right in the distance I could see what looked like lanterns swaying gently in the breeze.
"Shall we go and see what's going on over there?" I asked.
"I'm not sure you'd like it."
"Like what!"
"That's the nudist section of the beach" he said grinning.
It gets better I thought, I don't need any excuse to get my clothes off, and I really wanted to see John with out his clothes.
"Oh, is that all. "
"It doesn't bother you then?" he asked. And I knew that it was for the right reasons.
"No way, I'm happy to show anyone my body " I said with just the right amount of a suggestion in my tone.
We walked on towards the sea. The night was still really warm so I unzipped my one piece leathers to the waist and took off the top half, letting the jacket drop down behind me. John made no attempt to conceal his interest as he watched me strip off the leather.
"God I'm all sweaty." I said as I managed to peel my arm from the sleeve.
"Go for a swim then, that should cool you down a bit."
"Yea alright, you coming." I asked. I also noticed the outline of a hardening cock in his tight fitting leathers.
"Why not, we'll have to go over onto the nudist beach though. It's illegal to bathe nude on the non nudist section. Without any other words passing between us we headed off around the bay to the designated area. As we walked John unzipped his leathers to the bottom and every now and again I got a glimpse of his cock standing hard up against his
belly.
"Is this far enough." I asked. He nodded and with that I got out of my one piece leathers and dropped them on the sand. My cock was rigid now, partly because I hate underwear and that the friction from the leather was getting me off, and also the glimpse's of Johns cock had got me going. John stood and stared at my cock as he slowly peeled off his leathers. He was just about to get his leg out when he lost his balance and I lunged for him. I caught him under the arms and around the chest, and I couldn't help squeezing his nipple as I held him. He responded to my touch and it hardened, I slid my hands down to his ass and lifted him upright, all the time squeezing him. He got free from the
leathers and we headed for the sea, it was freezing and our erections disappeared instantly. We messed about in the sea for a while and we dropped all pretence and just rubbed each other, but the cold water put a damper even on my passion.
John suggested that we make our way back to the tent and warm each other up. We shot back up the beach and wrestled our way back into our leathers which was not easy. The trip back to the site took a fraction of the time that it did going. Once back in the tent we stripped each other and in the confined space managed to squeeze our selves together. Our cocks had revived and I humped his leg while he pumped against my stomach John was really easy to be with and our mouths met in a smear of saliva as we kissed, bit and licked at each other. All the time groping each others cocks. Johns cock was about six inches but really wide with a huge vein that you could feel his pulse with.
The next thing I knew a gush of hot spunk flooded up my arm and John let out a cry that probably alerted the rest of the camp site to what we where up to, but what the hell. I licked the still warm semen from my hand online porn video streaming and arm. John somehow managed to get his head to my crotch and started a very expert blow job on me which had me flowing like a fountain in no time at all. Not content with drinking down everything that I had to offer, he continued to caress me until I was hard again and then he rolled onto his back and spread his legs wide. I needed no further encouragement, I spit on my hands and wiped it all over my cock then nudged it against his ass. As I slide into him I could feel him contracting his muscles to drag me further and further in. John told me to be rough with him, even in the confines of a small tent and knowing any one could hear what was going on I just abandoned myself to lust and pumped at his ass for all I was worth. The harder I slammed into him the more he got off on it, and soon his cock was hard and pumping his cream out without being touched. When I finally blew he clamped my cock so hard that I thought that my balls would explode.
During the night we made love several more times, and over the next few days we had sex in the sea, on the beach and at one point in a tree. The site it turned out was a gay camp site which I thought was amusing. The nudist beach was the same, for those who liked there sex outdoors. In fact the entire bike club was gay, yet even I hadn't rumbled that which shows how little I knew about anything. We went 'camping' quite a bit after that, But that as they say is another story.