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A Bikers Need[For Sonny…though long gone, you have not been forgotten!]Sonny’s life had been a colorful one. He’d been born in a little town in Oklahoma, to a roughneck father who worked on oil wells and a mother who did her best to raise Sonny and his three other siblings (in spite of an often drunken, and abusive husband). Eventually, Sonny also worked on oil drilling rigs until he and his father had a falling out and Sonny left home, rarely to ever go back.Sonny ended up going to California and he did some rough-necking for a while, and then got into working as a mechanic in a motorcycle shop. He was naturally good with his hands. He got involved with a group of bikers through that shop, and did the typical biker lifestyle out there; fighting and fucking, and fucking and fighting, etc. He got a woman biker pregnant, lived with her for a number of years, broke up with her, and then discovered he liked men more than women.When I became acquainted with Sonny he was in his late 50’s, and bit ‘worse for wear’, as he described himself. He was still very much a biker, too—leather chaps, vest, tattoos, and a mean-looking, low slung, motorcycle to go with it; but, he loved a good blow job, and that was how he and düzce escort I got connected up! He was not (I have to admit) the best looking guy I’d ever laid eyes on—BUT—he had a fabulous cock! Big and thick (eight inches in length, and an inch and three quarters in diameter, and with a beautiful circumcised cock head that just begged to be suck on)!Usually, as a glory hole operator, I don’t try and inquire into a lot of details about the personal lives of the guys who drop by, but with Sonny, he and I broke that general rule. Sonny began visiting me every week, without fail, and I sat there on my rolling stool, and gave that big cock of his the most enthusiastic attention I was capable of doing; and I was always rewarded by a matching and copious load of hot, thick sperm; and Sonny’s enthusiasm was just as energetic! I didn’t really have to do much more than hold his cock in my mouth as he ‘fucked’ my face as if it was some woman’s pussy he’d met in some sleazy biker bar; and as he did, he would say things like: “Yeah, bitch! How’s THAT, huh?!”I didn’t mind that a bit! In fact, his aggressiveness was extremely thrilling to me! So I gladly let him ‘use’ me! For whatever reason(s) he had for being like escort düzce that, I was delighted by the awesome force of his ejaculations when he came! For me, I just loved sucking that big cock of his. I learned that Sonny no longer had girlfriends, and that he’d come to prefer other men exclusively, and I was fine with that. I had no complaints! Sonny loved it when I sucked him off, but he also enjoyed it when I took my time and fondled his large, hairy balls, and teased his cock before settling in to the eventual crescendo, with it’s corresponding climax! Once again, as I teased him like that, he kept up a steady banter of “MMM! Yeah, bitch. Suck that cock! Suck that big motherfucker like you mean it!” Again, there was something strangely, but undeniably exciting, in hearing him talk to me like that; and I came to understand that, for whatever reason, Sonny was still in a quasi-state of denial about his own sexual preferences; even after all those years! But, once again, as I’ve said already, I didn’t care so long as he kept coming back to the glory hole! He could call me whatever derogatory name he wanted—just as long as I got to have his load of hot cum at the end of it!I always made sure that I düzce escort bayan thanked HIM for the opportunity of sucking him off, and not the other way around (again, there was something thrilling to me in being the more submissive one, to his dominant persona)! “Ya did good,” he’d say, as he drew his sagging, and saliva-and-cum covered cock back through the glory hole, and I was always the one to express my gratitude for the opportunity to service him like that; which I could tell pleased him.”Hurry back!” I’d say.I’d hear him give a chuckle at that, and he’d sometimes reply: “I just might do that, bitch. Your a damned good cocksucker. That’s for sure!””My pleasure, Sonny. Thank you.””Yeah,” he would say, “your welcome!” then, without saying anything else, he’d leave.A moment later, the sound of his motorcycle starting up and revving could be heard, and then off he’d go in a roar of dust and gasoline fueled power, down the alley—with the taste of his cum still in my mouth. Eventually, Sonny stopped come by. I never knew the reason for it. He just disappeared; never to be heard from again. I kept hoping he’d come back, and I held on to that hope for years; but then I just accepted that he wasn’t coming back again, and that was that. But, I still think of him from time to time (especially when I see a biker roar past, or hear one off in the distance). But…like it says: All things must pass. And it does. Everything. Everyone.The End  

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