Cruising

By Lckr069

Published on Sep 29, 2001

Gay

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Normal legal disclaimer. This is a graphic story about sex between two men. If you're not old enough, if it's not legal where you live, or if you're offended by this stuff don't read this.

This is another true episode in my adventures as a cocksucker. The story takes place when you could engage in sexual activity with a stranger without too much fear of dying from it, or catching something you can never get rid of. I do not advocate sexual activity without the use of protection.

Cruising: There it goes again. That's the third time that green and white Chevy pick-up truck has passed me. I know he's cruising me. Checking me out. I love walking around this neighborhood at night. Even though it's near downtown, it's dark & quiet. Just a block off the main drag. It's also a cruising area for guys looking for some man to man sex action. Most of them are straight guys, just looking for a hot wet mouth to stick their hard cocks in and get a quick nut off. They can't get their wives or girlfriends to suck them off at home, so they come out here looking for a quick blowjob, from a cocksucker like me. Who's only too happy to oblige them, and service their need. While satisfying my own hunger.

I'm a married, bisexual, man in my early twenties. I have a passion for sucking hard throbbing meaty cocks. I've been sucking cock since I was a little kid. I love the feel of a hard pulsing velvety meat stick sliding over my pursed lips. Pumping in and out of my hot mouth. The fat spongy head rubbing along the roof of my mouth and darting against my constricting throat. I love the feel and taste as it's hot load of thick creamy love gravy shoots onto my tongue and slides down my hungry swallowing throat.

I don't consider myself gay. I'm not particularly attracted to men, per se. It's just that, every so often, I get an urge for a hot hard tube steak in my mouth. So, I tell my wife I'm going out for a beer, or a walk, or something. Then I come down here. If she knew what I was doing, there's no doubt, I'd be among the homeless, and jobless. That's why I'm real careful not to be seen by anybody I know.

But, anyway, here I am walking down this lonely dark street. That pickup truck drives by me again. He slows down this time. I look directly at him as he drives by. I lick my lips deliberately as he stares at me. Letting him know that I'm hungry if he's interested, and I know he is. He goes up to about the middle of the block, pulls over to the curb, and shuts his lights off. The engine is still running. As I approach his truck from behind he taps his brake lights.

I casually stroll up to the passenger's side and look into the window that's already rolled down. There's a street light overhead, so I can see in the cab of the truck. He's a Hispanic looking guy with black wavy hair and dark skin. He's kind of lean looking, not too old. Probably in his mid thirties. His left hand is on the steering wheel. I can see the wedding ring on his third finger. He's got his right hand on his thigh, but he's not touching his crotch. He looks me straight in the face and asks, with a slight Hispanic accent, "How's it going, man?" "Fine," I reply. "Do you need a ride somewhere?" He asks. "Nah, I'm not going anywhere in particular," I respond, "just walking."

While we're chatting he casually moves his right leg, slightly, and brushes his hand over his crotch. Still looking me in the eyes. I can see a slight stirring in his khaki slacks. I'm betting he's not wearing any underwear. My own cock starts to stir as I think about that thick piece of meat in his pants. I hear him say, in a soft husky whisper, "hop in." I cautiously ask, "you're not a cop, are you?" He chuckles softly and replies, "no, I'm not a cop." (As far as I'm concerned, that's the only acceptable response. Anything else is a dead giveaway.) So, I open the passenger door and climb into the truck. He turns his lights on and pulls away from the curb.

I direct him to a dark secluded area I know of, a short distance from where he picked me up. Away from prying eyes, and cops. As he's driving along, we talk casually. "What's your name?" He asks. "Bob," I answer. It's not my real name, but it doesn't matter. He tells me his name is Hector. All the while he's rubbing his hand slowly over the rapidly growing bulge in his pants leg. He asks me, "what do you like?" To which I reply, without hesitation, "I like to suck." Although he's looking straight ahead, he gets a look on his face as if to say, "that's exactly what I hoped you'd say." I can tell the look, I've seen it many times.

As I inform him of my preference I can't resist the urge to reach my hand to the bulge in his slacks and replace his hand. He places his hand on the seat and allows me to rub his stiffening cock. It feels pretty big through the material of his pants. I can't wait to get my hungry lips around it. My mouth is watering just thinking about it. I was right, he's not wearing any underwear.

When we get to the spot I directed him to. He parks the truck and turns off the engine and headlights. He leaves the dash lights on. He wastes no time in unbuttoning his pants and pulling his zipper down. He pushes his pants about half way to his knees. His rock hard cock bounces against his left thigh. Although it's dark in the cab, there's enough light for me to see that he has a beautiful cock! Sticking up from his patch of coal black pubic hair, it's about seven inches long and about two inches thick. It's cut, with a nice fat helmet shaped head, and large veins bulging out all around it. I can feel it pulse and throb as I wrap my fingers around the shaft. I begin to slowly stroke his shaft up and down, and a pearl of clear precum forms on the tip.

He places his hand on the back of the seat and leans his head back. He moans softly as I stroke his steel hard rod a couple of times. I only stroke him for a second or two. We both know that a hand job is not what either of us came here for. I bend my face down toward his crotch and inhale his musky manly scent as I place my tongue to the tip of his manhood and taste his drop of precum. He moans deep in his throat as he feels my pursed lips slide over the fat head of his cock. My lips are locked tightly around his shaft, but my jaws are open wide as his fat cock fills my mouth to capacity.

In a steady downward motion I can feel the ridges of his cock shaft running across my tight lips, and his spongy head rubbing along the roof of my mouth as I engulf his hot throbbing velvet covered shaft into my wet hungry mouth. I stop only when I feel his meat missile lodged in my gulping throat and his pubic hairs rubbing my face. I keep my face buried in his hair for a second or two, savoring the taste and feel of his thick sausage filling my eager mouth. Inhaling the deep musky smell of his balls.

I place my right hand under his ball sac and gently message his cum makers, as I begin my ritual of up and down motion on his pulsing meat. He places his right hand on the back of my head. He's not gripping or pushing. His hand is just laying there, riding with the steady up and down motion of my bobbing head. His hips are raising off of the seat to meet my lips each time I engulf him in my sucking mouth. He's moaning deep in his throat, and muttering something in Spanish. I don't know what he's saying, and I don't really care as long as he keeps feeding me his fat delicious meat. I'm not sure who's enjoying this more, me or him.

After a few minutes of me pumping my hot wet mouth steadily up and down on his thick meaty spear. His hips begin to thrust upward more urgently. As I continually rub his balls I can feel them churning. Beginning to heat up the pearly white testicle juice that is to be my reward. His hand is pushing slightly on the back of my head. He's saying something in Spanish. Although the words are foreign to me, the meaning is not. I interpret them to say something to the effect of, "I'm going to cum! You're going to make me cum!" I begin to suck him harder and faster! Slamming my face into his pubic hairs! Shoving his fat cock head into my gulping throat. Urgently trying to milk the cum from his balls!

I can feel his balls begin to tighten! His cock grows fatter in my urgently sucking mouth! I can feel the large vein along the bottom of his shaft begin it's pumping action! His entire cock is pulsing harder! Suddenly his grip tightens on my head and his hips are pushing upward and starting to spasm! He shouts, "Aaiiee," as I feel the familiar warm sensation of his volcanic eruption into my sucking mouth! His sperm is scalding hot as it shoots into my hungry mouth. Ricocheting off of the roof of my mouth and landing on my tongue. I don't have time to savor the taste as he continues to shoot spurt after spurt in powerful blasts. My throat constricts madly as I swallow every volley from his meat cannon.

As his climax begins to subside, his grip on my head loosens. His hips slacken as he sits back down on the seat. I continue to use my mouth to milk the last of his sperm onto my tongue. His cock slips out of my still pursed lips with an audible "pop" as I swirl the last of his testicle nectar around in my mouth. Finally tasting the tangy sweetness of it. As he pulls up his pants and begins to button and zip up, he looks over at me with a smile on his face and says, "Gracious, MI amigo." I don't say it, but I'm thinking, "you thank me? Hell, I should be thanking you! THIS is what I came out here for!" Instead, I simply reply, "it was definitely my pleasure."

Hector drops me off where he picked me up. After he drives away I get into my car and head home. I can't help but wonder what he's going to tell his wife about where he's been, or what he's been doing. My wife is already in bed and asleep when I get home. I go into the bathroom, jack off and shoot a huge load all over my chest and stomach, thinking about the fat Hispanic cock I just sucked off. As I climb into bed, next to my sleeping wife, I can still taste Hector's cock in my mouth. I drift off to sleep thinking about his sperm swimming around in my belly.

As always, I welcome positive feedback. Email me at Lckr069@aol.com

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