Wald sauntered into the rowdy biker bar, his muscular frame and salt and pepper beard commanding respect as he scanned the room. At 48 years old, Wald was a legendary member of the Black Devils MC, having rode with the notorious club for over two decades. His icy blue eyes fell upon the rowdy mix of hardcore bikers, club girls, and wannabes, all drinking and partying to celebrate the newest recruit - a cocky young stud named Edward.
Edward strode in, his chiseled physique and dreamy good looks drawing appreciative glances from the ladies. At 35, he was considered a bit old to be just joining up, but his background as an ex-Army Ranger and bareknuckle boxer made him an attractive prospect to the club. Still, the choice rankled Wald. He glowered as Edward made a beeline for the bar, his sultry eyes locked onto a smoking hot blonde bikini-clad bartender.
Wald felt his blood boil. He had been flirting with that little piece of jailbait all night. Before he could do anything about it though, Edward moved in, draping an arm over her and whispering in her ear. The girl giggled and leaned in, giving Edward a flirtatious once-over. Rage surged through Wald, but he kept his cool, sipping his whiskey and biding his time.
After a few minutes, Edward sauntered over to the pool table where Wald was running the table. He smirked as he grabbed a cue stick. "Hey old timer, you wanna run a game? Let's see if you can still keep up with the young studs."
Wald seethed but kept his voice level. "Kid, why don't you find a nice little prison pen pal to play with. I'm a bit beyond your skill level."
Edward's eyes flashed dangerously. "Oh I dunno, Pops. I bet I could take you. Ain't you a bit long in the tooth for this scene anyway? Why don't you just ride off into the sunset and leave the fun to us young bucks, eh?"
Wald slowly set down his cue, his face a mask of cold fury. "Last chance to shut that pretty mouth of yours..."
Edward just laughed, a cruel, taunting sound. "What you gonna do, grandpa? Wallop me with your cane?" He spread his arms. "C'mon then, show me what you got. I ain't afraid of you."
Wald lunged at him with a roar, catching Edward with a solid punch to the jaw. The younger man stumbled but recovered quickly, throwing a haymaker that caught Wald in the gut. They grappled and snarled, trading blows as the bar erupted into cheers. The girl Wald had been eyeing shrieked and dove for cover.
It took four of the biggest bikers to tear them apart and drag Wald into the back room. He thrashed and cursed the whole way, black with rage. They finally managed to shove him onto the battered leather sofa in the cramped space, slamming the door behind them.
Wald seethed and paced, too angry to sit still. His shirt was ripped, his face bruised and bleeding. But the adrenaline was starting to ebb, leaving him shaking. He collapsed onto the sofa with a growl, running a hand over his salt and pepper hair.
Twenty minutes ticked by in tense silence. Then came a sharp rap at the door. Wald snarled, "Whoever that is, I ain't in the mood for it! Fuck off!"
The door creaked open and Edward stuck his head in, a wry smile on his battered face. "Hey man, uh, truce? I came to apologize for being a dick."
Wald gaped at him, scarcely believing his ears. "Apologize? After you came at me like that? Get the hell outta here, boy!"
Edward sauntered in, unabashed. "C'mon, man. I said my sorrys. Take it or leave it."
Wald surged to his feet, a new wave of fury washing over him. "You think you can just waltz in here and expect me to forgive you? Fuck you!"
Edward smirked, coming closer. "Oh I don't think so, old timer. Fuck YOU."
They moved at the same time, slamming into each other, faces inches apart. "You got a death wish or something?" Wald hissed.
Edward's eyes gleamed, his perfect teeth a white slash in his tanned face. "Maybe. Or maybe I just don't like to be told what to do."
Wald's nostrils flared, his big hands clenching into fists. Edward didn't back down, just kept staring at him with those piercing, defiant eyes. Something shifted in Wald's gut, hot and unfamiliar.
He grabbed Edward and yanked him close, their mouths crashing together in a bruising kiss. Edward groaned into it, his sculpted chest crushing against Wald's. They made out savagely, all teeth and tongue and clashing stubble.
Wald's thick cock was rock hard in seconds, straining against his jeans. He tore at Edward's fly, shoving his pants down his lean hips. Edward's own massive erection sprang free, thick and hard and leaking.
Wald spun him around and bent him over the arm of the sofa. Edward steadied himself with a hand on the worn leather, his muscular ass flexing. "C'mon man, quit playing around," he panted. "Fuck me already!"
But Wald was just getting started. He knelt behind that perfect ass and buried his face in the warm crease, licking a hot trail over the tight pucker. Edward gasped and pushed back, his hole fluttering against Wald's probing tongue.
Wald ate him out like a starving man, his thick beard stubble rasping over sensitive skin. He licked and sucked, plunging his tongue deep into that clenching heat. Edward moaned brokenly, his cock dripping a puddle onto the floor, his fingers scrabbling at the sofa cushions.
Wald pulled back, his chin wet with spit. He brought a hand down in a ringing slap on one taut cheek. "Gonna fist this ass," he growled. "Get you ready for my cock."
Edward keened, his hole clenching and winking in the low light. "Fuck yes, do it!"
Wald slicked his fingers with lube and pushed two thick digits into the tight heat. Edward cursed brokenly, his face pressed into the cushions, his big cock bobbing. Wald fingered him deep, crooking his fingers to rub that magic spot inside.
Edward writhed and pushed back, his body sucking Wald's fingers deeper. "More," he panted. "Need more!"
Wald obliged, pushing a third finger in alongside the others. Then a fourth, stretching that straining hole wider. Edward's moans grew higher, more desperate.
When Wald finally pushed his whole hand into that tight clutch, Edward let out a choked sob, his cock spurting a thin line of precum onto the dirty floor. "Oh fuck," he whimpered. "Oh GOD!"
Wald fisted him steadily, his thick arm plunging in and out of that slick heat. He could see every ridge and vein of Edward's ass stretched obscenely around his hand. It was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.
When he pulled his hand free with a wet pop! Edward keened brokenly, his abused hole fluttering and winking, red and raw. Wald gripped his hips, the head of his huge cock pressing insistently against the slick entrance.
"Do it," Edward panted. "Fuck me with that big cock. Ruin me for anyone else!"
Wald snarled and plunged forward, spearing Edward open on his cock in one brutal thrust. They both cried out at the sudden invasion, at the thick drag of his shaft against Edward's clenching walls.
He set a brutal pace, pounding into that tight heat like a man possessed. The wet slap of skin on skin echoed off the walls, mingling with their grunts and moans.
Edward pushed back into every thrust, his muscular back flexing, his hole clinging greedily to Wald's pistoning cock. "Harder!" he panted. "Fuck me HARDER!"
It was like Wald was drunk on it, high on the rough drag of Edward's clutching heat around him, the brutal slap of ass and balls and muscle. He gripped the younger man's hips hard enough to bruise and screwed into him like he was trying to break him open.
Edward took it all with pleased little sobbing noises, his cock bouncing untouched under him. Wald could feel him clenching and fluttering around him, could tell he was close.
"Gonna cum!" he panted, his strokes growing erratic. "Gonna cum in this tight ass!"
Edward keened, his back bowing, his hole rippling around the thick invader in his guts. His neglected cock spasmed against his abs and he came untouched, splattering the dirty floor with his release.
It was too much for Wald. With a roar he slammed in to the hilt and came, his cock jerking and pulsing as he emptied himself into Edward's hungry ass. He ground against him, groaning brokenly as spurt after spurt of his cum flooded Edward's guts.
They collapsed together onto the sofa, still joined, both of them panting and shaking through the aftershocks. Wald pulled out with a wet sound and Edward whimpered at the loss. Cum dribbled sluggishly from his gaping, red wrecked hole.
Wald hauled him up and into his arms, crushing their mouths together in a messy kiss. Edward melted against him, his lax body fitting perfectly against Wald's hard planes.
From the bar, the party raged on, the bikers celebrating their new recruit. But in the back room, two men lay tangled together, sweat cooling on their skin, breathing each other's air. The rivalry was only just beginning.
