was a moment’s silence, and I tore my eyes away from it to find his eyes piercing me in the firelight. “Come here” he said quietly.

My legs suddenly had a mind of their own. As I started to get up, he turned and walked around a parked pick-up truck, toward the main gate. “Come on” he called softly over his shoulder. As I went around the truck, I suddenly couldn’t see where I was going, but I could feel the mud under my boots. “Over here” said a voice in the dark. Following it, I could just make out Dan, leaning back against the gate. “Help me out, bro” he said, “you want it as bad as I do.”

Well, there was no denying that, as the bulge in my own leather pants had grown to near-full hardness. I sank to my knees in the mud in front of him as he ripped open the metal snaps on his fly. He reached in and pulled his huge cock out. In the dark, I couldn’t see it, but I could actually feel the heat of it on my face in the cool night air, and the smell of man-crotch and leather gave me a sudden rush. I folded my hand around the shaft, feeling it’s hot thickness. Licking my lips, I gently sucked the head into my mouth. He was cut, and the head felt big and round on my tongue. Dan let out a groan. “Shhh!” I quietly hissed. “Ok, just don’t stop” he whispered.

No problem, I thought, as I went back to sucking his cock. I slid my mouth further down his shaft, and suddenly tasted his pre-cum - salty and sweet. Getting into full slut mode, I slid my tongue down the underside of his shaft, and he softly groaned again. I carefully pushed my mouth further down on him, not wanting to start gagging in the early-morning stillness. The stereo was still playing quietly near the stage, and I knew there were still lots of bikers sitting around fires drinking. As I pulled my mouth back and then down the shaft again, Dan let out a sudden, but soft gasp. Another long, slow backstroke, and then down again, and I suddenly realized that my nose was right against his belly. He had no crotch hair, and I had his huge cock all the way into my mouth and down my throat. “Oh, fuck, yeah” he said softly.

As I continued sucking, I wasn’t sure what to do with my hands. I placed my left hand on his leather-clad hip, slowly slipping it around to fondle his ass. Then I felt his hand on the back of my head, gently urging me down on his cock. As I kept sucking, I reached for his crotch with my right hand, wanting to fondle his balls through the leather. The leather was tight, and I couldn’t find them, but suddenly his other hand was in front of my face, and then his balls were hanging out the bottom of his fly. I began to fondle them while I continued my slow, wet blowjob, but then I felt him lifting his cock up, away from my mouth, and the hand on the back of my head pushing me downwards. I spread my legs and sank down in the mud so I could lick his balls, and