NOTE: Everyone in this story was of age, and it was consensual, despite my annoyance at the time, as you’ll understand. Don’t want to run afoul of the guidelines here.
My sophomore year of college, I was going through a surge of depression, and my friend Garrett and I decided to take a road trip to a nearby state park/lake resort for a long weekend of shopping and s’mores and hiking. Garrett was of no sexual interest – you see, he’s gay, and honestly I was looking forward to no drama from him or anyone else for a while.
Our first night, we got to our cabin around 4pm and made our way to a local divey place where there was just cold beer, one shuffleboard table, a dart board, and not much else. It was also the only place around for miles and therefore our only option. G and I had a couple beers and licked around with some darts and as time passed, the bar filled in with 6-8 locals, nearly all of whom came in on motorcycles. Garrett felt out of place and wanted to go and I even made the comment, “Don’t worry sweetheart, I’ll protect you,” as I smirked and threw a dart. He wasn’t reassured. By 9pm we had wandered to the shuffleboard table and were sort of screwing around, not even keeping score, when two of the locals approached me.
“Are you guys playing?” The first one, Max, said. Max was early 50s, looked a bit rough but handsome, with a strong jaw, a closely trimmed but not too neat beard, a lean build without a ton of muscle although he appeared strong, tattoos of flames up his forearms, and gauges in his ears. He smelled like smoke. I sort of shrugged, and told him we were just messing around and they could have the table. “Well, you guys want to play us?” He asked. His friend was John John. Not John. It was John John. That’s what Max kept calling him. And he was about the same age, taller, lankier, a bit gawky and bird-like, and certainly not my type. Garrett didn’t want to play. However, I was fine with having something to do instead of just drinking in the cold, rainy air that was blowing in every time the door opened.
“Come on,” I told him. “We’ll win,” I smirked at Max as I spoke to Garrett, fully intending him to be my teammate against the bikers. What I didn’t know was that partners played on opposite ends of the table. So when I took my place by Garrett, Max corrected me.
“Down here, honey,” he said. He then explained the rules to me and I wandered down to his end as John John made it down to where Garrett now stood. As I did, nothing was said, but I definitely noticed Max’s eyes walk from the braids in my hair, over my little frame, and down my legs, then back up. I was in black lulus and a tank top with a zip hoodie on, but unzipped. I said nothing and figured, hey, cool, let the guy look, no big deal…whatever. But each time I threw, I was conscious of having to bend over in front of him, knowing full well what he would be staring at. Often, I would make a terrible throw and he’d say “That shot looks good!” Clearly indicating he wasn’t watching the game, but rather my ass. I rolled my eyes, blushed, and batted my eyes. I wasn’t feeling him, and really just let him be a dirty old man. This went on a bit until Garrett and John John won, and Garrett decided he wanted to go outside to smoke. John John went to get beer at the bar, leaving Max and me.
“Want to play against me?” Max asked. I still had our bucket of beer and had no reason to move.
“Sure,” I said.
“What are we playing for?” Max asked. I shrugged and said it didn’t matter. “Fifteen minutes in the bathroom.” For the first time, I got aroused. I felt my nipples get hard and I got damp. I liked the audacity.
“What if I win?” I said.
“You won’t,” Max replied, smiling. I smirked this time.
“If I do, ten minutes in the bathroom with Garrett,” I said, as Garrett came back our direction. Max laughed.
“Okay,” he agreed. I don’t think either of us thought that was likely to happen. We took our places and I went first, once again anxious and conscious of Max’s eyes on my ass. In no time he was out to a massive lead and there was zero chance I was going to win. Garrett and John John hovered a bit and watched us, neither knowing there was a bet. What they saw however was a gradual descent into acceptance. First, my hoodie came off. Then my ass started waving a bit as I lined up my shot. My tank top rose a bit to show my thong and lower back tattoo. And toward the end, Max was full on pressing his cock against me while I played. If he wasn’t doing that, he was casually and lightly running his palm over my lower back just above my ass. I was soaking wet before long. The entire time Garrett rolled his eyes. He wasn’t surprised…he knows I’m a slut. His look was more like, “Really? I thought we were hanging out??” Soon the game ended and Max grinned.
“Don’t look at me like that,” I said.
“It’s gonna be worse in a minute,” he said. I rolled my eyes at him and acted put out, like he was making me do this. But I wasn’t resisting. I went to the bar and asked for another bucket of beer and Garrett followed me.
“Get our beer. I’m going to the bathroom. If I’m not back in fifteen minutes, call the police.” I told him.
“I’m going to get killed here if I call the police,” he said. “What are you doing?” I shrugged and told him I lost a bet. I made my way down a hallway and around a corner and into the only restroom that was there and Max was already inside. He locked the door and told me to turn around and face the mirror. It was weirdly clinical. I asked if he wanted to kiss me or finger me.
“No, turn around.” So I did. His gruff manor was turning me on and fortunately I was wet because in a moment my shorts were tugged down along with my thong and I heard Max’s belt and zipper.
“Do you have a condom?” I asked. He shoved inside me and said nothing. He pulled my hair and revealed my neck and started kissing it and biting my ear as he started just rabbit fucking me, hard and fast. He made me look at us in the mirror.
“You like that college girl?” He asked. “Does that feel good?”
“Yeah…” I’d gasp. And while it did feel good, there was no way I was going to cum. He was just going to get his and we couldn’t be as rough or loud as I normally need so that I can cum.
“Yeah, it doesssss,” he said and fucked me faster and harder. His thumb pressed against my asshole.
“You can put it in if you want,” I told him.
“Shut the fuck up,” he said, tugging my hair and fucking me more. Soon, he was grunting and releasing, pushing deep into me, and holding there as he came inside me. I leaned forward against the sink and toward the mirror as I felt him pull out of me and without even bothering to clean himself, he simply tucked himself back in as the door rattled.
“That’s Garrett,” I said, quietly. “He’s looking for me.” Max unlatched the door and I panicked and reached for my pants. As I stood up, I saw John John in the mirror behind me. “Hey! I, ah….” I stammered. as I saw him opening his pants. “Wait, uh…”
“Deal’s a deal,” Max said.
“I didn’t agree to….” I started.
“Deal’s with John John,” he said. “We share things.” Garrett was nowhere to be seen and in fact it hadn’t been fifteen minutes. No way could I fight off two bikers. I glared at Max as I turned back to the mirror and put my hands on the counter. John John chuckled and shook his head as he stepped up to me.
“I’m not clean,” I said. Max stepped toward me.
“Bitch, what do you have?!” He demanded, thinking I meant I had an STD or something.
“I mean,” I said, “You just finished inside me.” Max gave a shitty grin and pulled me in for a kiss which I eagerly accepted. At least I should enjoy that if I was gonna be fucked. He pushed my head away and turned back to John John.
“Tear her up,” he said and left the room. I felt John John’s hands on my neck as he pushed my pants and thong back down. He rubbed his cock on my ass and then bent his knees slightly before jamming his cock deep in my pussy. He wasted no time getting to full speed and with each thrust I lifted to my tip toes. I grunted and moaned and he let me roll my head as I tried to relax and enjoy it and soon I was wet and sloppy as ever as John John railed my body that was dwarfed by his 6’3 frame. He asked if I liked Max. He asked if Max fucked me hard. He asked if he could cum in my mouth. I just nodded and felt him keep pounding me. Moments later he pulled out and spun me around. I dropped to my knees and took his cock in my mouth just as he erupted about 3-4 ropes onto my tongue, which swirled and swirled as I swallowed two, three, four times, trying to not miss any. I pulled off him with a pop and he put himself away much like Max did. He pushed me back against the counter and pushed my shirt up to suck my nipples a bit, I’m sure just to not miss out on any of me while he had his shot.
Weirdly, as if returned to normal, I just told him, “I have to get back out there and get a beer,” and he straightened himself out and left as I was pulling up my pants and turning to check my lip gloss and tugging my hair back into a ponytail. When I was sorted out, I made my way back to the bar and took my bucket of beer from Garrett and he and I found a booth.
“I’m going to pretend I don’t know what happened,” he said, faux-shocked.
“You don’t,” I told him. “And you never will,” I said, which was just my promise to him that I would not share the details – he never wanted them because he treated me so platonically or something. The bikers walked by our table and Max winked.
“Bye you two,” he said. “Stay safe. We’re here most weekends if you want to visit,” he smirked again. I’ve never been back.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/jh1hpc/me_22f_and_the_two_bikers_50smmf