Blowjobs to LA

It was a cold knight of December, I had been walking for hours, and no car had ever stopped for me, I haven't got any money on me, and I was miles away from los angels.

My name is Oscar, I'm 19, a few weeks ago, my boyfriend Chris, decided that it was finally time for me to come out, but I didn't agree, he didn't listen to me, and told my parents behind my back, apparently, they didn't like it, they decided that to send me away to a mental asylum, to treat me from these thoughts, I ran away, I was going to stay with Chris for a while, but I figured that's where they're first going to look, so I decided to run away, maybe find something in LA, I spent all the money I had on the road, for food and transportation, but when I arrived at Santa Barbara, I had already spent it all, I thought that maybe I could make it there if I can stop a car on the road.

On the road, I met a guy, Arnold, he was wearing jeans and no shirt, at first, I thought he was shirtless because of the heat, it was a very hot day for December, he asked me if I was looking for a ride, I answered yes, he said that I'm not getting anywhere like this, and that the guys on the road want something from us, something specific, something to fill their natural needs "Just take of your shirt and say 10 for touching, 20 for oral and 50 for anal".

I understood what he was talking about, but there was no way I'd get a ride for sex, there has to be someone that will pick me up for no cost. As he walked I noticed that a car stopped for him just minutes after I met him.

The night arrived, and I was still walking, and hoping that a car would stop, I've been walking for hours, and the heat turned coldness, the night was freezing, maybe that guy, Arnold was right, maybe this is the only way to get a ride, I had sex multiple times anyway, it shouldn't be new, so I did it, I took off my shirt and put it on my back pack, and unsurprisingly, not long after, a car stopped, it was probably a Golf, I hopped on, the driver was an old man, in his 40s probably, white, black hair and brown eyes, he was nice at first, his name was Marlon, he asked me about mine, he asked me about a few other things, like where I'm from, why am I going to LA, I tried to avoid all of the questions, as time started passing, I was beginning to question what I was doing, I'm not a prostitute, what am I doing, I could still get out of this, but if I do, where would I go, I could just feeze out in the cold, I had to do it.

When we got closer to the town, he parked the car near some trees, hidden from the street, he asked "So how much do you cost?" I was still questioning what to say, maybe I should pretend like I didn't understand, or just get out of the car, but he probably locked the door, I answered in a crumbling voice "10 for touching 20 for oral and 50 for anal" He handed me a 100 dollar bill, and started unbuckling his pants as he said "then let's a little bit of them all".

When he was done with his pants, a 6 inche long dick flopped out, it already hard, just waiting for me to take it, I am used to blowjobs, I used to give and take them from Chris all the time, and I never was disgusted by his cock, I was never disgusted by any of my boyfriends, but this time it was different "Is it clean?" I asked, he answered "Isn't that the point of you if it's clean?". He laid his head on his seat and closed his eyes, waiting for me to take his cock in my mouth, without movement, I just kept starring at his cock in fear and doubt "What are you waiting for?" I hear him say, so I gathered my courage and did it.

I leaned down to his cock, and took his head in my mouth, while he moved his hand under my pants and pressed his fingers against my ass, I up at him and said "What are you doing?" "I paid you didn't I, so do your job and fucking whore!" His words shut me down, I moved back down to his, I was constantly regretting what I'm doing, feeling disgusted and filthy of my actions, I tried to put it in slowly, but that is not how he wanted it to be, he moved his other arm to the back of my head, and pressed it against his cock, punching the back of my throat with his head, I was gagging and choking on his cock, so I tried to get up, but he wouldn't let me "That's right, choke on that cock you dirty whore!" His rough and undignifying treatment was breaking me, physical and mentally.

To avoid the pain, I tried to swallow his cock onto my throat, at first it was a bit hard, but I managed to do it eventually, my face got closer to his pubic area, and with the pressing fore of his hand, I was buried in the disgusting scent of his pubic hair, a scent that I used to find intoxicating and enticing. When he finally came, I almost threw out, but I had no chance of doing it, py tunnel was blocked by his shaft, I had to swallow all his semen.

When he finally finished, he released my head, I pulled myself away from him and leaned on the window, gasping in exhaustion, and while I was still recovering from the shock, he pushed my seat down, and turned my on my belly and pulled my pants and underwear down, he was planning on fucking my ass, I thought about fighting him, but he was really well built, I wouldn't stand a chance, it was after all my idea, and I was getting paid for it. The only thing I could've done was hold on for the next few minutes, hoping it will end soon.

With one grind, Marlon's sticky dick found its way through the internal walls of my ass sliding in about half down his shaft making me moan loudly from being penetrated. I tensed up and tried to ease off of him but I was still stuck from underneath his weight “You’re not going anywhere” he said in my ear as he pushed his cock even deeper in my anal tunnel "I paid you, bow you better do your job you fucking whore". Every time he says something like, this my mind start convincing me that I am not a whore, I am just doing this because I have to, and it will never happen again, another thirts from him pulls me back to reality, the reality that I am getting paid to be fucked, with the last thirst, he was completely in me.

He adjusted his hands on my shoulders, pinning me down, and started fucking me at an enormous speed, at last, I gave up trying to get up, I just held on to the seat with my hands, trying not to cry, thinking of how things became like this, is it my fault, Chris's, or my family's.

"Good boy" he said in my ear while I was hardly taking the entirety of his cock, as my hole got wide and wet, the slapping sound between my cheeks and his hips, became louder, he is howling like a monster, and suddenly, I feel a jolt and a burning pain in my ass as he cums, and before pulling out and relaxing my dilated and destroyed hole, he gives my ass one final hit.

When everything was over, he opened the door and said "You better start walking now, you'll reach LA in a few minutes from here, unless you want another ride with an extra cost".

I pulled my pants back and got out of the car, I was hardly able to walk after what happened, both from the pain left in my destroyed ass, and the mess that was in my mind, why have I done this, was it really better than, going to that stupid asylum. This might've been consensual, but it was completely unsettling.