After 2.7k+ views of my 1st true story and the appreciative comments, it seems my deviant taste is shared, so I thought I would recall another of my adventures & share it with you lot; fellow adult pleasure seekers.

This one happened just before the 2020 pandemic lockdown.

There was this cradle of naturalism & covert sexual revelry; namely a patch of woody shrubland leading to a nature reserve, that during the day, before gates were locked at dusk, served as a gathering place for a certain types of furtive rendezvous.

One warm afternoon I parked up nearby & ducked into the shubbery. There were these trodden paths you could follow & secluded clearings from others' sorties. As I was leaving my vehicle I had clocked a motorbike parked away off so I sensed there could be a prospect of some fun if I could track down it's owner.

After some minutes or so of roving about I disturbed a youngish couple who swiftly broke apart & hastily rearranged their clothing. I made my apologies, "Carry on, don't mind me". I took a pass and prowled on. I had an appetite for a bawdier tryst with this lone biker, ever hopeful,eh?

Anyhow, my instincts proved me right, fortune was with me that day. Leaning up against a tree, heavily bearded, wearing leather breeches - held up by braces -with a helmet lying on the grass, stood what I had hoped for.

I broached this biker with "Great day for it". "Yeah, mate" he grunted back. Looking away he began to undo his shirt buttons, right down to his navel, revealing a bush of ginger chest hair, large saucer shaped nipples and a beer belly.

"What you into"? I asked as I stepped up closer. His reply surprised and aroused me. "I'm on the look out for opportunities" he replied as he invitingly cupped himself. "I see", I replied, brushing his hand away and grasping his crotch. "I could help you with that" I said, as I gently squeezed his bulge.

He stood stock still as I unzipped him, reached in and gently released his slightly sweaty sex. It steadily rose upright, like a sentry on duty.

I then snapped open his braces & his leathers slid down to his boots. I eased his boxers down and his full glory was made available to mother nature. Virginal pink giving off that slight musky scent that I appreciate. I noticed that where his pubes would have been, he was shaven and sported a tattoo of a green grenade.

With a grin, he said "I like to grind, fella". Well, I thought we should live out our caprices. And so we did. Quite a bit of sweaty, hands free grinding, his smokey breath in face. Rubbing our stiffies together, mine getting smeared with his sweat & then slathered with his warm, sticky goo. I thought he obviously felt free to indulge himself. "Oh yeah" he whispered. He then took hold of my head between his hands and his swollen tongue probed my mouth.

He then lowered himself down onto his knees & took me into his gob, all the way, down to the base, cleaning me up. He was hungry for mine & his own spunk.

Fuck, this is better than I hoped for. I lent over his head to support myself on the tree as my legs started to shudder. As he slurped vociferously I saw the name of a butchers shop on his back. A butcher, no less, clearly trained and skilled at handling meat. My legs had began to wobble as he took each of my bollocks into his mouth, turning each over. I'm telling you it felt incredible. Then he proceeded to lick my shaft up and down, slurping and flicking his fat tongue up and around its' tip. After some minutes of his juicy work out, I didn't think I would be able to hold back much longer so warned him. "Be careful, I'm close", but he just snorted and carried on.

After a few more minutes, I checked he wanted it. He grunted and nodded his head up and down so then I let go, shooting a volley of warm jets onto his extended tongue. "Fuck me" I murmured. "Oh yeah, mate" he replied, "Give it to me". Sure thing I thought.

As I wiped & tucked myself in, I asked him when he got into this lark? He replied "In prison" as he wiped his mouth clean with the back of his hand. He said no more than that, just smirked before he strolled off, doing up his shirt.

With our mutual transitoriness we never did meet again - there was more no 'opportunity' - but I still have a mental snapshot of that tattoo & those wide braces designed to look like tape measures.

Once it attracted their attention, the meddling local authority expropriated this former place of sensual pleasure, so it no longer exists tragically. Don't ask.

Anyhow, this is a true adventure, no fabrication. Perhaps one sunny afternoon in a secluded place you might come across this biker boy with his distinctive tattoo down below. You'll know what he likes to given the opportunity.