It was late September and had been a real hot and sticky summer but tonight was foggy and rainy. Now with the rain and fog it seemed more like the whole city was a big steam room. It was only Wednesday, but the first three days of the work week had been hell. It didn't seem like the rain and fog had cooled my apartment off any and to make matters worse, my fuck buddy had called and canceled.

I was not in the best of moods and felt the need to go out and have a few cold beers. I didn't feel like taking a cab downtown to any of heavy duty men's cruise bars. Since it was the middle of the week, they wouldn't be very busy anyway. There was a biker bar just a couple blocks from my apartment. I had not spent any time there, but it always had the heavy smell of leather experienced just walking by. The times that I had been by there it seemed like the bikers didn't have a problem with the way anyone who wore their leather, as long as no club colors were worn.

The bar was in neutral territory, so they didn't allow colors. As far as the leather dress goes, you'd see all kinds, from the standard leather for riding to full erotic leather with most everything hanging out. Now, the only thing I needed to decide on was which I wanted to wear. I opted for the erotic look: sleeveless jacket, harness, studded cod, chaps, engineering work boots, cuff pouch, hand cuffs. To top the look off, I put a navy blue hankie on my short cropped hair.

I left my apartment and decided to walk, since it was so close and my neighborhood was very liberal. I got some really hot stares from so most of the masculine men I met on the way, due to the leather I had on (or lack thereof).
When I walked into the bar, its interior was real dark and pungent with the smell of leather. The bar was packed, which I thought was very unusual for a Wednesday night. When I finally got up to the bar, I ordered a cold long neck light. As I drank my beer, I cruised all the studs in leather. I turned back to the bar. As I looked into the mirror above the bar I saw this real hot stud looking at me.

He was dressed in a white t-shirt with the sleeves rolled up, jeans torn at the crotch, work boots and a studded collar. There was a great tattoo on his well formed bicep and he looked somewhere in his late thirties to mid forties with salt and pepper hair, beard and dark eyes. This is just the type of man to make me forget the rotten week.

I kept looking in mirror watching the man. Then I turned and looked directly at him and he quickly looked down. When the man finished his beer, he started toward the wait station that I was standing next to. As he got closer the hotter he looked. As packed as the bar was he has to stand right next to me. While he is waiting for the bartender, I looked at his tattoo, it was of a real hot Indian chief in full head dress. The man turned and asked if I need another beer. I was ready, so I said "Yes". The bartender came over and the man ordered two Bud Lights. We just stood and drank our beers. He finished his quickly, like he was real nervous. He asked me if I was ready for another, I just stood and stared at him as I finished my beer than walked outside. I walked down the alley beside the bar and unzipped my cod. As I pull my cock it begins to swell in the cool foggy night air. I then let loose of a hot load of piss against the brick wall of the bar.

As I'm pissing, I see a shadow out of the corner of my eye. The shadow starts to take form and I see it's the guy I had been cruising in the bar. I pull my handcuffs out of there pouch and I just keep pissing and watching him come closer. When he gets close enough, I grabbed him and shoved him up against the wall where my hot piss is still steaming.

At first he struggled but soon realized I out weighed him by about fifty pounds. I forced his head into my musky pit he tried to pull away, but soon saw that the muscles in my arms were stronger than his neck muscles. He started to bite my pit thinking that will get me to stop holding him, but that turned me on even more that I pushed his face deeper. He started hitting me in the kidneys trying to stop me, so I grabbed his wrists and slapped the cuffs on him. I slapped him hard across the face and forced him to his knees.

My cock is still out from pissing and I try to shove it into his mouth. He clamped his mouth shut so I ground my thumbs into both sides of his jaw and he opened wide. I laid my hot throbbing cock on his tongue but keep my thumbs in the sides of his jaw till he got used to the feel of it. Then I felt him lean forward to get my cock deep into his throat. The more used to it he got, the more he took down into his throat.
As I started to fuck his throat I could hear him gag, but he tried to take more and more into him. I felt the cool night air on my bare ass and got a great idea. I spun around fast and before he had a chance to close his mouth I started grinding my sweaty asshole in his mouth. The man tried to pull his head away, but then realized the wall with my piss still warm on it was closer than he thought. As I was grinding my ass harder and harder against my warm mouth I felt his tongue inching it's way up my hot shit chute and deep into my waiting hole. As I stood crushing my hole harder into his hot mouth I could see a blur of shadows through the fog.

Several people were trying to see what hot action was going on. After about ten minutes of good tonguing in my ass I turn and look at him. He starts to beg for more but I just stand and stare at him. He starts to crawl toward my throbbing cock so I raised my foot and shove him back against the wall. He then started begging again so I garbed his cuffed hands and hold him in place. There is a loose drain pipe above him so I draped the cuffs over that. The hole in his jeans is now torn all the way up to the button fly. I slowly take my hunting knife from my pocket and he starts screaming. I pulled the hankie from my head and gagged him. I moved around in back of him as he looks around at what I'm doing he starts screaming again but now it's muffled by the gag and the fog.

I reached toward the seam in the back of his jeans and I cut it up to the belt loops. I put my knife back in my pocket and tore the ass and crotch out of his jeans. I then got a perfect view of his furry ass. I started rubbing it in circular motions with my callused hand. As I looked between his legs I can see his hard throbbing cock dripping with pre-come. I pull out a travel size of Foreplay and rub some of it on his furry ass crack. I keep rubbing his puckered hole and can feel his hole getting hotter and hotter. As I shove my finger up his hot virgin hole I felt his walnut size prostate pulsating.
Then I pulled my finger out of his hot hairy hole and started rubbing my hot cock in circular motions on his ass lips. I pulled a rubber out of my vest pocket and put it on my now dripping cock. The guy starts moaning and moving his hips like he wants to be fucked. I told him that he begs too much and then walked over to the crowd that had been watching. I had seen most of them in the bar, and now they were standing there being beaten off or getting sucked off by someone. I talk to some of them, then we decide to go back into the bar for a beer. As we walked back into the bar we could faintly hear the moaning and screaming from the guy that I had left cuffed outside. I was in the bar for about half an hour while I finished two beers. After the first beer I needed to piss since I had the rubber on I pissed on it.

After the second beer, I needed to piss again but the rubber won't hold anymore, so I walked back outside toward the man I had left hanging. As I get close to him I pull the rubber off my cock and stuck it in his mouth then started to piss all over him. As the piss trailed off, I removed the cuffs from the overhead pipe and pushed him down on the ground. There was another loose pipe there so I rapped the cuffs around that and left his ass sticking up in the air.

I removed the gag and replaced it with my cock. He licks the dried piss off my cock and sticks his tongue down my piss slit. My cock gets rock hard in no time, I pulled it out and shoved the gag back in. My cock is dripping with his warm spit and I had greased his ass well before. Between the spit and the grease I was ready to fuck. I gave his ass a few sharp slaps then shoved my cock in with one thrust as hard as I could.

I could feel him try to pull away, but he couldn't because of the way he was cuffed. As I began to long dick him I could hear him moan. The more he moans the better it feels on my cock that buried deep inside him. On each downward thrust I can feel his prostate pulsate. I can feel my orgasm building deep in my balls. His prostrate is getting larger and harder as I continue to fuck him. My impending orgasm was starting to travel up my dick. I grabbed hold of his balls and pulled, he starts to buck and his cum stars flying on the ground above his head. As I feel his ass walls tighten, I can't hold back any longer and fill his ass with my seed. I uncuff him and roll him over, only to see that his cum had not only shot above his head but he must have dropped his head down so he could get some in his mouth. As we started to get up, we heard an ovation through the fog from the crowd that had formed.