It had been a long night, a night of spunk and pain. Encircled, pulled off his bike, stripped of his leathers, the guys had their fun in the lawless way biker blokes do. He knew somehow there was still plenty of mileage in them. He heard the clink of chains, and someone cracked a whip in the air. Oh no, no that, please not that. But he stayed quiet, and inhaled deeply. The guy standing by him tousled his hair a bit. This really was bloke fun, and if they had the mileage in them, then so did he. His cock started rising again
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