Straight David

I was bored and horny one summer night so went on Squirt to see if the local cruising spots were active. I’d just moved in to my own flat in town (just across from the chip shop, if you’ve read my other stories). That meant I had the opportunity to invite guys over but there’s something about cruising that I prefer. The anonymity, the lack of fucking about with chit chat and time wasters. Plus I’ve had random weirdos turn up at my door expecting to get fucked without notice. 

This was before real smart phones so organising stuff was a bit harder.

There’s an active lay-by just a few miles away that I went to quite often, always mixed pickings, older guys, younger ones, truckers etc. It is still busy, even as I write this story - many years later. It was one of those lay-bys / cruising spots that had been created when a sharp bend has been removed from a long road, to improve traffic flow, install dual carriageways etc. The original road was still there, about 1/4 mile long but cut off on both ends. One end joined an old access road and the end of the lay-by, the other ran under the new road to give farm access. There was a big green space between the old road and the edge of the lay-by, which was next to and fully visible from the new road.

The trees had overgrown, the old road was a good 10’ lower than the new one and the edge of the lay-by so there was no fear of being seen from the road or lay-by. The council had put in a picnic area years ago but the benches had all but rotted away. It was basically perfect for cruising.

I checked the listing and found a post 20 minutes ago from a lad calling himself ‘David’. 23, straight, slim, 5’10 - that’s all that was on the profile, no picture but the description said ‘good looking. straight gym lad.’ That piqued my interest. Sounds like my type, providing he’s not ugly. The post just said ‘new to this. what’s it like up here?’ I was 24 at the time and always preferred younger guys so he was worth a look. I sent him a private message.

‘Hey, I’m going up to *listing name* in about an hour. I can show you around.’

He connected with the chat but didn’t answer for a few minutes. My profile was complete, including a cock pic so I assumed he was reading up and deciding what to do. 

‘Hey. Nice cock. Sounds good. Going to see my girlfriend now. Meet there about 4?’  The mention of a girlfriend was totally not needed. Straight guys, eh?

‘Can be but I’m kinda horny now. Was going up to get sucked off.’ There was another pause. 

‘I’ve never sucked a lad off but willing to give it a try.  Your cock looks massive.’ I planned to go anyway so made no odds to me. 

‘Ok, cool. Here’s my number. See you up there.’ Still no picture but again, the joys of cruising mean you can just walk away if you don’t like a guy. I had a second phone just for such situations. He didn’t give me his number. 

The meet was a few hours away but I didn’t mind, his profile sounded hot and I wasn’t in a rush. I went for a shower, grabbed some lunch and made my way up there for 4pm. 

I always went past to scope the place out before I stopped - you could check for police cars and tell how busy it was by the number of empty cars etc. As I drove past the entrance, there was a lad standing to one side wearing sun glasses, white T-shirt and shorts. He had nice looking arms, decent pecs and good legs but was a lot shorter than 5’10 so I assumed it was someone else. I would have been more than happy to hook up with him so made my way back but by the time I got there, he’d gone and the place was empty so I parked up. 

I waited until 4.30, no one else pulled in, I was thinking he was a no show when the lad in the sunglasses reappears, slowly driving past and checking me out in a white van, when I got a text. 

‘Sorry, had to go but I’m back now, white van. Is that you in the blue Audi?’

‘Yup, I'm heading in. Follow me.’

Just as I was about to get out my car, another car pulls up with and old guy I’d seen up there a number of times. He’s one of those that never leaves you alone so I text David. 

‘That old guy will follow us around. Let’s go to the other spot round the corner.’

I slowly pulled my car past his van and he gave me a thumbs up. I drove a couple of miles towards the next spot. He followed behind until the last minute when he just sped off. Fucking time wasters!

I drove home, annoyed and carried on with my day. 

A few days later, David text me. 

‘Sorry I drove off. My girlfriend called and I had to go get her. Are you about for a meet this afternoon?’ What I think he meant was, he got spooked and chickened out but he looked hot and I had the afternoon off. 

‘Yeah but my car is in the garage. I’ve got my own place, you can come to mine? I’m out in town at the minute, will need to get home first.’ 

‘Ok. I’m in town too. I can give you a lift. Meet you by the news agent on the corner of the high street in 5. W reg white van.’ My flat wasn’t far so I didn’t need a lift but I figured I’d get the chance to check him out before he found out where I lived. Town was busy so if he turned out to be a creep, there was plenty of opportunity to jump out at traffic lights etc. 

He pulled up outside the shop and I checked him out before I got in. He was hotter than I remember. Looked a little bit like James Bye (Martin from East Enders). Proper tradie type, builder or painter & decorator. Slim build, short brown hair, dark brown eyes, hot muscled arms with a girls name recently tattooed on his left arm - I assumed that was the girlfriend. Tight white T-shirt showing off his nice pecs and dusty work trousers completed with stubble and a dusty baseball cap. He definitely wasn’t 5’10 but he was sat down so it was hard to tell how tall he was. 

‘Hey, I live just up the road. Take a left and drive to the chip shop.’

We drove along in traffic for a few minutes, we chatted about what he did for work - apparently he was in IT but knew nothing about computers. He also apologised a few times for driving off. He was definitely genuine but hiding his true identity which was fine by me. The idea of him sucking me off gave me a hardon as we drove. He spotted it and commented before reaching out and giving it a grab - in full view of the pedestrians walking along the pavement. 

As we pulled up to the flat, his phone went off. He looked pretty guilty. I told him to come up when he was ready and gave him the flat number. 

After a few minutes, he hadn’t come up so I looked out the window. I could see he was shouting animatedly on his phone so I sat on the sofa, waiting. After another few minutes I looked again. He looked up and drove off. What the fuck!? This guy was pissing me off now. 

Later that night, he pinged me on squirt. 

‘Look, I understand if ur pissed at me but the girlfriend called me again and I needed to go home. She was being a bitch.’ If I hadn’t seen him shouting on the phone, I probably wouldn’t have believed him. 

‘No worries. Another time.’

‘I’m free Sunday afternoon, she’ll be at her mums. No interruptions, I promise. I need to suck your massive cock.’

‘I’ll be home, text me about an hour before, we’ll sort it.’ I fully expected him to chicken out again. 

Sunday afternoon comes and goes. I get a text on Monday morning.

‘You free tonight? I know I’m messing you about but hopefully this will convince you to meet me.’ He sent me a pic of him wearing boxer briefs from the front and his bare arse from the back. Being an MMS message on a cheap phone, the quality was shit but it was enough to convince me to give him one last chance. He was fit as fuck!

‘I’ll be home after the gym at 6. Come over after 7.’

‘I’ll be there.’ I’m sure you will, I sigh. 

18:59, my door buzzer goes off. 

‘It’s David.’ I buzz him up and open my flat door. 

As he walks up the stairs, I get my first chance to see him close up and stood up. He’s around 5’7 so I almost tower over him at 6’1. His pecs are to die for and he’s sporting a proper six pack under that tight T-shirt. Still wearing that dusty baseball cap but now has tight running shorts on that show off his bubble butt perfectly. I instantly get hard as he brushes past me to get into the flat. 

We go to the lounge and he apologises again. Explains that he’s having trouble with the girlfriend and has switched off his phone this time. 

He’s standing in the middle of my lounge telling me all this stuff while I’m slouched in my sofa with a hardon sticking up through my shorts. He was staring at it the whole time he was talking. Then he pauses. 

‘Your cock is massive.’

‘Thanks.’ He continues to stare. 

‘Can I suck it?’ Forward, interesting. Clearly not as straight as he claims. 

‘Sure.’ I take off my shorts and boxers. Just sat in my T-shirt. 

He gets on his knees between my legs and timidly grabs my cock. He examines the shaft and slowly wanks me off, pulling back my foreskin and fondling my balls. His slightly rough hands feel amazing on my cock. I’m sticking with painter decorator judging by the marks on his cap, which he turns around to face the back to give him better access. His fringe peeks out the back of the cap as he kisses my thigh and up to my abs, brushing my cock and balls with his stubble. I let out a little moan. He carries on up my abs and to my pecs, then nipples and licks them. He’s still slowly wanking me off as he makes his way back down.  He stops and stares at the precum leaking from the end of my dick. This is clearly the first time he’s done this so I decide to let him find his own way. I lie back and enjoy. 

He licks the end of my cock and cleans off the precum. He does it so slowly and carefully that it drives me wild. He looks up at me as my cock flexes and another glob of precum is released on to his tongue. He lets out a moan and engulfs the end of my cock in his mouth, pulling my dick towards him and away from my abs. The tension that creates feels amazing. 

The he tries to suck my dick. He’s not very good, too much teeth etc. I give him some tips and gently guide him to sucking it better. He’s still fully clothed and now has his hand in his shorts, wanking himself slowly. 

He’s still not giving the best blowjob but he has got my cock really wet and is wanking me off nicely. Then he looks up at me, a little scared look on his face. 

‘Will you fuck me?’ That came out of the blue!

‘You sure? Guessing this is your first time?’

‘It is but I really want to feel you in me.’

We go in to the bedroom and he stands next to the bed, still with that scared look in his face. His shorts are tented on the front. He’s below average at best but he’s not here for me to suck him. 

‘Why don’t we get undressed?’ I say as I take off my T-shirt. He’s staring at my body, taking it in with my cock sticking straight up in front of me. 

He strips down and I get the chance to admire his body properly. He’s got a great upper body and back, a bubble butt and hard, muscled legs. He’s got more tattoos on his back and chest but he’s still got the baseball cap on. I walk over to him and go down to kiss him as I take off his cap. He’s hesitant to start with then starts kissing me harder, grabbing at my arse and cock, caressing my body, pulling us together, trying to take me all in. It’s a really intense and horny kiss. He’s been holding in this side of himself for a while. 

‘Fuck me.’ He whispers as he gets in all fours on the bed and points his virgin hole at me. I grab the lube from the side of my bed and slather it over his arse, gently fingering him with one finger to get him ready. He squirms to start with but with a bit more lube and patience, he’s soon ready for the next finger. He’s got his head deep in my pillow, moaning the place down. I find his prostate and give it a rub. He lets out the loudest moan I’ve ever heard into my pillow as his dick starts to leak precum like a tap. I reach for it be he pushes me away. 

‘You’ll make me cum. I’m close already.’ He’s clearly wanted to be fucked for a while. 

I separate my fingers and there’s a rush of air as he moans again and apologises. I tell him not to worry, it’s normal. Then he starts practically begging me to fuck him as I twist both fingers in his hole. 

I slip on a condom and slather my cock with lube. It’s going to take some work to get into him. I put some more lube on his hole and slowly push the head in. He winces and pulls away. 

‘Fuck, that hurt.’

‘Just try and breathe through it. Push out when I push in. It’ll make it easier for you. I’ll take it slow. Just tell me when you’re ready.’

I enter him again and he starts heavy breathing. His ring feels so tight round the head of my cock. I stay there until he relaxes and gets me to go further in. I go inch by inch, letting him relax and take it all in. His entire neck and back has turned bright red and he’s sweating. My pillows are getting an acoustic workout today, he hasn’t stopped moaning since my first finger went in.  

After all 8.5” are deep inside him, the moaning subsides and his hole starts to relax. He lifts his head and looks back at me. His face is flushed red and his eyes are streaming with tears but he’s got a really sexy look on his face. 

‘I’m ready, fuck me. I want you.’ 

That’s all I need to hear. I slowly pull out about half way and his head immediately returns to the pillow to muffles his moans and grunts. Then I slowly got back in, repeating it a few times. Each time I bottom out, he screams into the pillow. This is literally the hottest fuck I’ve ever had. He carries on grunting into the pillow. 

‘Your massive dick feels fucking amazing in my hole. Fuck me. Fuck me harder. I’m ready.’

That’s when I give him the full force of my cock. I pull out to leave just the tip and slowly give him the full length in one go. Once again as i impale him and bottom out, he shouts ‘fuck me harder’ into the pillow. I pick up the pace, giving him the full length, full force treatment. His knuckles have turned white, his arms, neck, back and now his arse have flushed red. He’s sweating buckets and he’s pushing back on my dick as I pound his hole. I stay still as he starts to ride my dick. I’ve always found it really hot when lads ride my dick like this and I’m watching his pink pucker gripping my shaft. He pulls all the way off then rams himself down on my dick. 

‘Keep that up and I’m gonna blow my load in your hole.’ He picks up the pace and rides me harder and faster, still moaning into the pillow. 

‘Do it, cum in me. Give me your massive cock and load. I need you inside me.’

This lad is a proper slut. He’s loving my dick in his hole. He rides me tip to base a few more times as I grab his hips, my balls pull up and I feel the cum building.

‘I’m gonna cum, you ready?’ He lets out another grunt as i bottom out one last time. My dick pulses and I blow a massive load into the condom. He grabs his dick, gives it three or four strokes and shoots his load all over my sheets. I can feel his hole pulling on my dick, keeping me inside him while he unloads his balls. 

I slowly pull out and he winces again, collapses into the bed and turns to face me. His whole body is still flushed red and covered in sweat. 

‘Fuck. I needed that. Your cock is massive, mate.’ I think I get the point. 

‘Mind if I use your shower? Got to go to my mums and can’t be smelling of sex.’ I hand him a towel and show him the bathroom. My pillow is soaking wet from his tears, sweat and saliva, I hang it up to dry and strip my sheets while he’s in the shower. 

‘Sorry about that.’ He says pointing to the duvet cover and wet pillow, drying off his incredibly tight body. 

‘No worries. It was worth it.’

‘Yeah, can we meet up again?’

‘Sure. Text me when you’re free’

We chat a little more, he gets dressed (I don’t bother) and he leaves. I get a strong feeling he’ll be back.