I took early retirement last year and bought a Harley. I looked into various clubs in the area and found one that was made up of Christian men with a mission. I looked them up and they worked with various churches in the area helping youth, habitat, and other worthy causes. We also took road trips, some long and some not so long. After a while I was a member of the group and it became the center of my social circle post retirement.

In October of last year this fellow rider came to the group and told us that his church was going to sponsor a small church in Cuenca, Ecuador and they were planning a trip down there to see what the local church needed and we would then determine how the church would help them. I signed up to go, in part because I speak passable Spanish and I didn't have wife or family commitments.

We were housed in a small hotel, small is the operative word. The meals were at this small diner. The bathroom and shower facilities were down the hall. In the morning of the first day we are there I go down to the shower facilities and my travel buddy is in there and he is in the shower. I stepped back but he called for me and told me to hop on in, he would rub my back. At a loss for what to do I followed his instructions and he immediately got the soap on my back and lathered me up, he got up close and personal and his cock swung hitting my behind. After a while he told me to turn around and he lathered me down from neck to crotch, grabbing my cock in his hand and washing it thoroughly.

He bent down and took my cock and put it in his mouth for a long suck with his tongue running all over the head of my cock. He stood back up complementing me on my cock, offering me his, a great big snake of a cock. "Oh come on, indulge", and I indulged. I had not expected any of this, I had stayed totally straight, I had never given an indication that I was a cock lover. Like I said, I indulged, his cock was a monster cock, and it wasn't long before I had backed up to him and he was finding a way to pleasure me. I put both hands against the shower wall and he pounded me for all it was worth. He satisfied himself and we washed up and went and got dressed and met for breakfast.

Later that day, after touring the small church we found ourselves alone and he asked me if I liked it, or if I had just faked it. I told him with a cock like that how could I have not liked it, no faking from my end. We talked and covered the topic of finding a lover boy to have fun with, and it was just lucky that we had crossed paths seeing as were both Christians and Harley riders. We had another round that night, this time I did the honors and mounted his sweet ass, tight sweet ass and he made me cum long before I was ready.

After our return to Atlanta we kept together and partied together and shared cock and bull stories, Always Ready was our motto, in fact that is what we had written on the back of our leather riding jackets. A great big half circle over a cross. He knew more good boys and after a while we had a small group of boys who wanted to do good, ride their Harleys, pray on Sunday and fuck on Monday.

Take a ride out into the country, find a nice quiet place to stop and hold onto the back of your bike, drop your drawers and pray to Jesus.

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by Anonymous on Jun 15, 2020 at 11:10 AM

Did he cum in you in the shower? How old is he?

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