I was sitting at home thinking, and feeling kind of horny. I was thinking about the past. A few times I had a chance at having sex with another male friend of mine, but missed out because of women. Back in the 80's it was a different time than now. I was chasing women back then. It was kind of taboo to have gay sex, or being known as gay back then. When there wasn't any women to chase, I'd still be driving around horny. Once in a while, I would end up in a gay bar hoping to get laid. That would be when I haven't had a woman for a couple of months. So a few times a year I would visit a gay bar toward the end of the night. I did pretty good, every time I stopped in I would end up getting my rocks off. My only disappointment was when I really wanted to be a bottom, and always ended up a top.
Now that I'm in my 60's, I finally realized I should just drive around and visit a couple regular neighborhood bars. Just go out looking for a good-looking man to have a drink with. Go in, order a beer, and see if there's a man by himself. Maybe strike up a conversation, and go from there. If he seems available, buy him a beer, or two, and see where the conversation leads. I was picked up like that back when I was young, and in my 20's. I had an older man invite me to his house for a beer and ended up getting a blowjob. I figure it's a lot easier to do that now, and I'll be giving the blowjob.
I decided to take my pickup truck. So I dressed up in some women's denim shorts, red panties with a matching ribbed undershirt, and a Harley shirt with the arms cut off. I tied a red bandana around my head, and put on some white tennis shoes. I put some refreshments into a cooler. Then I grabbed my purse, lube, and some condoms. I took a quick look in the mirror and headed out the door.
I went out for an out-of-town drive just to get away to someplace new. I found a small town bar that had a couple of pickup trucks in the parking lot. I went in and ordered a beer. I looked around. A couple men in there, but they were all friends. So I finished my beer and left.
The second stop was a little busier, with quite a few cars and trucks in the lot. I stepped into the bar, looking around. I saw that some of the tables were full of men and women, all just having a good time. There were a few men sitting at the bar talking to the bartender. So I took a seat at the bar where I had a good view of what was going on. The bartender, a hot younger woman, poured me a beer. I quickly downed half of it. There was a pool table and some 8-ball being played. So I got up and dropped 50 cents on the table for the next game. A couple of big farm boy types were playing, and kind of smiled that they were going to get some fresh meat to play. I sat down at a table close by and finished my beer. While they were finishing up, I ordered another beer from the waitress. After the game was over, I racked up the next game. The man that won wanted to play for a beer, so I said, "Sure, sounds good to me."
He was a little bigger than me, about 6'4" and a good 250 pounds or so. Dressed in jeans and an old Harley shirt. He broke, and put in a couple balls. Then it was my turn. I had a harder shot and bent over the table letting him get a good look at my ass. I made my first shot and smiled at him; surprisingly, he was smiling back. I asked him about his Harley shirt, and if he rode. He said his bike was outside. I found out his name was Joe. I made a couple more shots, then I bent over the table again for a harder shot and dropped the 8 ball.
"Good game. I owe you a drink. What are you having?" I asked.
"I'll take a Bud," he said.
I went back up to the bar and then brought back two beers.
"Thank you. You want a rematch?" Joe asked me.
"Yeah, I'll play one more. Then I got to go," I said, and dropped two more quarters in the slot.
Then Joe asked, "Play for another beer?"
"How about a shot instead?" I replied as I racked up the balls.
He nodded, then broke, and the balls scattered. He ran most of the table and finally I got a shot. I made some small talk. His friends call him Big Joe, and he just stops there from time to time. Just kinda passing through. I made a couple shots, and then he finished running the table.
"I guess I owe you a shot. What are you having?"
Big Joe came back with "tequila".
I said, "Tequila makes my clothes fall off," just like the song.
He laughed. "We'll see." We both laughed.
We finished our beers and another shot of tequila. " I got to go, but I'd love to check out your ride before I go."
"Well, let's go then," and we headed out to the back parking lot. He led me to a nice red dresser parked out of the way in the corner of the lot.
"Nice ride, I got one at home. Mine is an older Super Glide, though." I said as I walked around admiring his motorcycle. "I always wanted to go for a ride on a dresser."
Then, as I got in front of him, I accidentally dropped my smokes and bent over to pick them up. I bent at the waist so he could get a good look at my ass.
"Nice shorts," he said.
"One more shot and they might have fallen off," I said, smiling back at him.
"Do you want to go back in and have one more shot. I would really love to see that!" Joe said, laughing.

"No, but we can see what will happen on the back side of that dumpster!" and I walked around to the back of the dumpster. Joe followed me. There was a little area behind it, and a rustic fence along the property line. There were woods all along the fence line. So we were out of anyone's sight.
I dropped my shorts on the ground, showing off my red panties. "What do you think, Joe? You like it? My panties match your bike."
Joe was rubbing his crotch. "Yeah, I like that."
"Would you like me to take care of that?" I asked as I stared at his growing bulge in his pants.
He nodded yes.
So I dropped to my knees in front of him while he unbuckled his jeans. I stared up at him in excitement as he pulled out his cock and stuck it in my face. I opened my mouth for his manhood, and he slipped his half-hard cock between my hungry lips. His cock grew to about 5 fat inches, and I was able to take it all in my mouth. He lowered his pants some more so I could cup his balls in my free hand. After I got him nice and hard, I stood up and grabbed my shorts from the ground.
"Follow me", I said as I walked over to the fence.
I grabbed a small tube of lube from my shorts. I lubed up his hard cock and turned around towards the fence. I bent over and slid down my red panties, showing Big Joe my bare ass, and my heart-shaped butt plug.
"I'm ready for you, baby." I popped out my plug and spread my legs for him.
Joe didn't hesitate; he just got behind me and shoved his cock deep in my ass!
"Ohhhhh!" I cried out as I took his cock balls-deep. "Hold on a minute. Don't move, baby. Give me a minute, and I'll be good."
Joe waited a minute and let me get used to having his cock inside me. Then I started moving my ass slowly back and forth, as my pussy relaxed around his hard cock. Joe started to slowly fuck me, and I hugged the top rail of the fence.
"That's some good pussy baby. I never fucked a man like you before. Usually, they just give me some head and go home." Joe confided in me.
"I'm not going anywhere. I wanted you on top of me when I first seen you inside the bar. Now give me some of that cock, baby! Fuck me, fuck me hard! Give me your big cock, baby!" as I started getting louder as he started to put the meat to me. "Fuck me, Big Daddy, fuck me hard. Ride me like you ride your Harley. Pound that pussy, baby! Fuck me harder, harder baby, fuck me like you own me!"
Big Joe pounded away. The fence was creaking, and I was hanging on for dear life as his cock pounded me like a jackhammer. "Pound that pussy, baby! Get those rocks off! Fill me full of your biker cock! Give me that cock Joe, fuck me harder!" as I kept getting louder and the harder he fucked me. "Fuck me baby, fuck me!"
Joe suddenly stopped, then he put my legs together and put both of his legs on the outside of mine. Then he slipped his hard cock back into me. Slowly entering me until he was balls deep in me again. He grabbed my hips and pulled me tight. He proceeded to fuck me slowly at first, then he picked up the pace. Then he started pounding me once again. Every time his balls hit me he took a small step up until my waist was hanging over the fence. I tightened up my butt muscles to make it as tight as I could. He kept ramming his cock into me, then he stopped and pulled me tight. His jizz shot deep in my bowels. Joe's cock kept spirting. I melted as he filled me with his man juice. He stayed in me until he started to soften. Then he slowly fucked my juicy ass until he finally slipped out.
"Damn, that was good," Big Joe blurted out. "I ain't had a good fuck like that in a long time!"
I smiled as I peeled myself off of the top of the fence. "Me either. I needed that!"
I turned around, and Joe already had his pants buckled and ready to go. I stepped out of my panties that were on the ground and picked them and my shorts up. I had cum running down both legs, and my ass felt well worn. I don't know if I was gaping, but it felt like it. One big creamed pie anyway. I reached around and grabbed a handful of cum and licked it off my fingers.
"You like that?" Joe asked.
"Yeah, baby, I like that. Thanks for the fucking. I love bending over and taking your big cock up my ass. I love tasting the cream pie you left me. I'm finger-licking good because of you!" Then I reached down and put my shorts back on, no panties. "Would you like these?" showing him my red panties.
"I'd love to have those to remember you. I'll put them in my saddlebag until the next time I see you." Then Big Joe handed me a calling card. "Text me later and someday maybe we can go for another ride."
"I would love that. Another ride like the one we just had, and maybe a ride on the back of your scooter! I would love to be your biker bitch for a day. Anyway, we could both ride up and meet up again someday."
"Maybe someday soon," as Big Joe fired up his Harley and rode off into the sunset.
I walked back to my truck with a big smile and his cum still dripping down my legs. I was thinking it will be someday soon!
