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Many years ago on a business trip, I visited a coastal town that had a wonderful esplanade. The promenade was a good mile long, and well-known as pick-up area for M2M action. Unfortunately my success rate there had not been exemplary, and I had only been lucky once on a prior visit. That encounter had been rather boring, and infinitely forgettable, so, ?lucky? may not be the correct choice of word. That was about to change, however, on a lovely summer evening that the encounter I am about to retell, took place. *** At around seven-thirty p.m., I took a stroll on the promenade. On my brisk and enjoyable walk I did not observe any potential hook-ups, outward bound. Half an hour later, as I was returning to the hotel, I observed two guys in conversation next to an underground public toilet area. It was situated about two hundred metres from the hotel. The one man was nondescript, but the other? stocky, sexy, and dressed isvecbahis in the leather outfit that biker?s generally wore. As I neared they descended the stairs of the public toilet. I had an ?oh-fuck? moment as they passed out of sight, regretting a possible missed opportunity with ?Biker Boy.? Passing the entrance to the toilets I stood a little further on, and looked at the ocean. To my delight they exited the toilets a few minutes later. ?Nondescript,? looked a little miffed as he walked off in the opposite direction. Biker Boy, however, took up station about ten metres from me, apparently also interested in looking out to sea. After a few occasional glances, I decided to make the first move. I was really not interested in toilet-action, and with my hotel fairly near saw no necessity for a, risky, cheap-thrill. On the opposite side of the double road bordering the esplanade, there was a park. To the left side isveçbahis giriş of this park, a pathway led up to the parking area at the rear of my hotel. As I crossed the road Biker Boy followed. Once in the park he moved to an open area next to the path, and unzipped his pants. I moved closer and began to unzip, when a large group of people moved down the path in our direction. This threw me somewhat, and quickly zipping up, I began to ascend the path towards the hotel. Almost at the top, I saw him following, before he stopped at a large motorcycle I had passed on the way up. He began retrieving his helmet from the bike, with a quizzical expression on his face. I was totally determined not to miss out on this golden opportunity, and approached him. ?I am staying at the hotel, would you like to have a drink with me?? I asked. ?Yeah that would be great,? was his reply. Once again encasing his helmet in isveçbahis yeni giriş a storage facility on the bike, he followed me to the hotel. En route he introduced himself as Dirk, to which I replied that my name was Andy. Entering the lobby I asked what I could buy him to drink, to which he answered, ?Nothing thanks? lets go to you room, I need to fuck.? Shrugging with a shit-faced grin, I led the way to my room. After I closed the door behind us, I tried to strike up a conversation with Dirk. He was having none of that, however, and interrupted my chitchat somewhat dismissively. ?I need butt? manhole. I have a fucking boring wife at home, and don?t want to do the foreplay shit. That other fuck I met across the road wasn?t into being screwed, so I told him to fuck-off. I want you on the bed ASAP, ready to receive. You got me?? he concluded. After his speech I simply replied ?Yes sir,? before I began stripping. Naturally, my shorts, T-shirt, and slops, were much easier to remove than his bikers outfit. Once he was naked I got a good look at this alpha-male. He was fucking hot! Dirk was moderately hairy, and had a beautiful natural burly physique.