Old account deleted (story re-upload)

So I've been wanting to share this for a while now but have been scared to do so due to it being about a "straight" bikie gang member and I've been scared he would find out I'm trying to expose him. However he's dead now so I think it's time I get this off my chest.

It was a murky day in Sydney Australia at about 4:30pm where traffic is usually chaotic. I was on my way back home after work and I arrived at this traffic jam rather quickly and was heading straight into this guy on a massive motorcycle, due to the weather and my late braking I reacted and turned my car to the right towards a barrier and away from traffic but was unable to avoid him and hit the back right of his motorcycle damaging his saddle bag and part of the motorcycle. He was not happy and I was extremely scared.

I am a gay straight acting closeted bottom and extremely shy. Being in this type of scenario is typically not ideal for anyone especially me. The man who we'll call "jarryd" was absolutely outraged and immediately approached my vehicle yelling and screaming, I was shaking, I opened my car door and he continued his barrage of insults at me realising I was really scared. More people exited their vehicles due to his dummy-spit and urged him to calm down. He did but not without continuing to insult me, this time derogatory homophobic insults like "you fucking leb faggot", "you fucking poofta cunt" for some reason, this was rather embarrassing as others just looked at me being humiliated. I complied with his demands and exchanged contact info and insurance and stuff and after about 45mins we went our separate ways.

By the time I got home I received a message him threatening to fuck me up because he knows people and all that kinda whack, which was true as I'd later find out he was part of a massive bikie gang in Sydney. I took it ar face value and replied nicely.

Now don't ask me what made me do what I did next because even I don't have an explanation. But I remember later that day in the back of my head there was this weird feeling of wanting to get fucked by someone like him (I was horny). I did jerk off to the thought of it and this went on for a couple of days. We settled things after about a week and thankfully I was covered.

To my absolute surprise I received a text at about 7:15am one morning not long after settling the incident from jarryd saying "I'd like to apologise for that day and how things turned out mate but I'd just like you to understand where I was coming from. The bike is HD mate and it's about 24k so I had every right to be mad yknow. Anyways I hope we never have to meet under those circumstances again. Have good one mate". I was absolutely bewildered and just responded "allg". All day I was thinking about what couldve possibly made him msg me and my thoughts started feeding my eagerness to get fucked by this guy or atleast try. Later that night I brought up the courage to message him, I told him how I was feeling and how he made feel. He said he was sorry and I just shot a message saying, privately I don't mind hahaha. About 2 hrs went and he didn't reply. I was anxious thinking I made things worse. Until he replies bluntly, "I'm pretty good at most things privately". I instantly responded "like bike riding?", he replied "if you did the riding lmaoo". I told him I never rode a bike before and we continued chatting but nothing obvious. I told him I was going to bed and thanked him for messaging and he told me if I ever wanted to ride a bike to just message, I replied when, he said tomorrow night my heart dropped as I agreed, stupidly. Next day after work I messaged, we spoke and he told me to come to a bar. This bar doesn't exactly have the best reputation and I was immediately second guessing myself. I told him about my concerns he said we won't be in the bar but in a garage nearby. I douched and prepared to get fucked just incase.

I made my way to the location and as I came up on the garage door, it begins opening, inside is jarryd by himself in this mancave like place with his bike parked up inside. I turn off the car and head inside hearing the shutter close behind me. Nervous I ask for a water, he tells me to help myself. I sit on the couch he sat on as the only other thinks we're like computer chairs we talk and he tells me abit about himself and I share a aswell until he asks me to check the bike. I get up and and he walks behind me eager to approach and I can sense it, so I ask if I can sit on it and he agrees but I do it in a very seductive manner by having my ass stick out extra, I ask if I look good and he doesn't say anything just rubs his hand over my pants and says "you know what I've always wanted to do" I reply "what?", fuck a little bitch on it and now I can. He literally begins to man handle me as I weigh 67kgs and am like 166cms tall ima easily moved. He lifts me and puts my back on the seat and starts my pants off. Vigorously starts eating my ass and tonguing it hard, panting heavy. I grab his head pushing him deeper. He gets up and flops out his thick 6 inch cock, I begin sucking and slobbering and he becomes even angrier really wanting to fuck me. Stands infront of me legs up missionary starts to push his cock in me, but because he was so thick it was a struggle, not for long as he was really hard. Some lube and he begins fucking me, swearing whilst doing so, asserting his dominance over me like a gorilla fucking his bitch I was so fucking horny literally pulling myself into him, as soon as he takes my socks off and starts sucking my toes he cums and goes into a state of aggressiveness. We fucked another 3 times that night.

We did become a thing but more like NSA and casuals but he was abusive and not a nice person. I wasnt into drugs but he made me his bitch and just wanting to snort cocaine off my ass and feet lol even cock sometimes, I didn't mind but I had limits he never respected