Birthday with the Bikers by Konokoz D.
Join Konokoz D. in 'Birthday with the Bikers'—an exhilarating erotic sex story that thrills and captivates. Explore desire, passion, and adventure as unexpected encounters unfold. Perfect for fans of steamy narratives and biker romances. Read now for a wild birthday experience!<br/>
This story is loosely based on some true events that happened to me on my 21 birthday, but it is still a work of fiction. Also, I tried a new approach with this story. Hopefully it worked. , “Woowee! Yeah! Another shot, please!” I cheered as the bartender slid another shot glass filled with Tequila down the bar to me. I caught and gulped it down in one swift motion. I shook my head and shuttered at the sting as it slid down my throat and warmed up my midsection even more. “Thank you sexy! You’re so nice!” I thanked the man whose lap I was sitting on.
“You’re welcome. Consider this your birthday present from me to you.” The man smirked and took another drink from his bottle and I leaned back into him. His chest was beefy and he smelled like cigarettes and Old Spice.
“Hmmm…I hope this isn’t the only present you give me…” I laughed in his face.
I didn’t really know who this man was, but I liked where he was touching me. He had one of his thick arms wrapped around my waist and his big hands were tucked into the inside of the back of my pants. The only thing I knew was that his road name was Tank and he was from the Wild Bunch.
It was my birthday and that night I was ready to get drunk and fuck.
I was turning 21 and everyone knew that the only thing I wanted for my birthday was to get rip-roaring drunk. It actually wasn’t the first time for me to get drunk, and when I got plastered, I was admittedly very annoying, and considerably slutty. Sober me was modestly social, yet he kept to himself most of time, and he made rational decisions. However, drunk me thought he was the cock of the walk. He spoke to anyone without restraint, and no one could tell him anything otherwise. I was told by a lot of members in our club that I was a good looking boy. I was dark-skinned with thick curly hair. My body was lean, and my ass was round and sexy. It was always a crowd pleaser. People already thought I was cute, but when I was inebriated, I thought I was the sexiest thing alive, and I made sure everyone was blatantly aware of it.
When my friends and I were preparing to hit up the club we agreed that we were all leaving with someone that night, I definitely was. I dressed up in my wranglers, boots, and my hometown’s biker vest and pinned some money on me then we all pre-gamed on some of my dad’s Hennessy to loosen up. Sadly, my Suzuki crotch rocket was in the shop so we took my friend’s jeep instead and headed out. I was ready to party, get drunk, ride motorcycles, and get fucked in that order.
When my friends and I had arrived at the club, it was packed because there was a biker’s convention going on in town. There was always a convention going on around my birthday and my dad would take me out there with him, but this time I wanted to celebrate differently and go to a bar. This particular bar was known to house a lot of the gay and lesbian bikers that rode in during the convention season. There were a lot of different bikers in there from many different clubs, some I recognized and some I didn’t. The club was smoky and loud; everyone was drinking, cussing at each other, banging dominoes on the tables, and slamming against the pool tables. If someone weren’t used to seeing all this then they’d probably think that everyone was scary looking, but I grew up around bikers, so their fearsome appearances didn’t bother me one bit. It actually turned me on, and when I saw that man at the bar, he was turning me on big time.
He was sitting at the bar, laughing with some of the members of his club. He was tall, burly, and his arms were covered in tattoos. He was an older white dude, maybe in his 40s, he had scruff around his face, and his black hair was messy. His patches said he was a Road Captain from the club named the Wild Bunch. I knew that club, they were from a few towns over, and my club didn’t like them too much, but he was hot enough for me to keep my eyes locked on him all night, so I didn’t care.
The club’s music switched back and forth to different genres, but it finally switched to something with a decent beat to it. I felt tipsy enough to want to dance, so my friends and I got to the dance floor and danced with some of the ladies who were grinding all on each other, wearing small booty shorts and tight dresses that left nothing to the imagination. Women came up to me and pinned some money on me, wishing me a happy birthday and rubbing against me. Some guys came up to me, said happy birthday, slipped some bills into the front of my pants, and tried to convince me to leave with them, but I didn’t want them and I wasn’t ready to leave yet. I was having a fun time, gyrating my hips around, and I didn’t care who was looking, as long as I got his attention and I did. After he was through talking to his club mates, he finally turned in my direction and cocked his eyebrow in curiosity.
Bingo.
I let him know that I was aware of his looking by turning around and shaking my round ass for him just a little bit more and he looked like he appreciated that gesture. I finally sauntered up to him and leaned against the bar next to him.
“Hey there, big daddy.” I winked at him.
“Mm hey,” He snorted.
“You like my dancin’?”
“It was nice.” He said. “Who are you?”
“Pup.” I pointed to my patch. “I’m from the 5th Street Jackals. You?”
“Tank.” He said. Hmm I liked that. “Wait, your name is Pup and you’re from 5th Street? You know Big Dawg, right?” He asked.
Oh god, I thought to myself. Of course I knew who Big Dawg was, he was the president of the 5th Street Jackals – and my dad. I couldn’t go anywhere or do anything without someone telling me that they knew my dad. He was well known around the parts because he was a good president and respected the laws of the roads and territories, but he wasn’t one to take anyone’s shit lying down and wasn’t afraid to fight. One time he and one of the captains from the Wild Bunch got into a big scuffle and the two clubs haven’t been on good terms since. He’d be heated if he saw me talking to one of their members, but I didn’t care about all that.
“Yeah, he’s my dad.” I told him.
“Oh shit, does he know you’re in here?”
“No, and let’s keep it that way.” I smiled at him.
I told him I was turning 21 and he pulled out his wallet to pin a 20 on me.
“You don’t have to give me any money. You can just buy me a few drinks instead.” I winked at him.
“Ok,” He said and motioned to the bartender. “How drunk are you tryin’ to get and how fast?”
“I’m ready to get fucked up,” I laughed. “By drinks and by you.”
He looked amused. “Alright then, let’s see if I can help you out.”
“Thanks! You’re so nice!” I smiled and plopped down on his lap. He looked surprised but he didn’t knock me off so I guess he didn’t mind.
He ordered me shot after shot of Tequila. I thought I was pacing myself, but I wasn’t and after knocking back about 4-5, I was sloppy drunk. I couldn’t even sit up straight, my head was spinning, and I was really warm.
“Hmmm, god. I-I feel good..” I slurred at him and turned towards him and smiled. “I feel really good and I’m ready to fuck somethin’!” I now couldn’t control my voice level..