my rear pocket. I gradually got my composure, pulled up my pants, and opened the door. I stepped out apprehensively, fearful of being caught having sex in a public place.

I left the restroom to discover the man in leather standing talking to several other men. He looked over then said something to the men and headed toward me as I briskly walked away from him to the exit. I didn’t turn about to see if he was following, but hurried to my car, and as I was opening the car door he called out to me.

“Hey buddy, he said as I fumbled with my keys. “What’s the hurry? I want to talk to you so hold it a minute.” By this time he was next to my car. I didn’t want any trouble from him and just wanted find an excuse to get away from him before he beat the shit out of me.

“I’m late for a dentist appointment,” I lied as an excuse to get away from him. He put his hand on the door and looked at me as he spoke.

“Hey, man. That was a nice thing you did for me in there. I needed to have my cock sucked. I want to deposit more of my sperm in your cock sucking mouth. So how about you and me getting together later this afternoon and have another go at it. I know you want it and I want to give it to you. What do you say?” He reached out his hand to me and smiled. “My friends call me Rod,” he said in a more gentle way.

I reached out my hand as my body once more tingled with the sensation of his manly hot looks and his friendly smile. He knew I wanted him again and he wanted to fuck my face again. He pulled out a pencil and scrap paper and asked for my phone number and address. I gave it to him and we made an agreement to meet at my place later on that evening. As I was driving away, I wondered if I’d done the right thing. Sometimes your sexual desires overcome your good sense.

Later on that evening I waited anxiously for my new leather biker stud to come over. I had everything already set up. I bought extra beer, lit up a few mood candles, got out some extra trick towels and was ready to show him a better time than just getting head in the rest room at the flea market.

I heard the sound of a Motorcycle pulling up. My heart pounded as I anxiously waited for him to knock on the door. Finally the knock came but I let him knock another time so as not to act too anxious.

When I opened the door he stood there once again in full leather, only this time he had added a leather cap and riding leather gloves. I must have gasped at his sight because he grinned confidently.

“Come on in. I’ve been waiting for you. Would you like a beer?” I asked nervously.

He stepped in, pulled off one of his leather gloves, and finally spoke. “You like what you see, fucker? Get on