It was just one of those nights. When you feel the hunger, the desperation, the lust. Rough day at work. Inability to jerk off for a couple days. Kids around keeping you busy. Too tired, says the wife.
So here I am, at 38 years old, fit as fuck, hot as hell, hard as a rock and not getting anything from anyone. Darren’s gone. Haven’t heard from him. I’m blowing it with my own wife. And after spending years trying to figure out who the fuck I am and what I want, I know I’m at the end of my rope.
But tonight, as I drive to the cruising spot I used to visit when I was younger, I know exactly what I want and what I need. Right this minute. Right this very second. I want to forget life. Forget responsibilities.
I getting more reckless, letting my dick lead the way, tired of trying to find a relationship with someone. Forget falling in love. I just needed cock. Big cock. Thick cock. Attached to a masculine guy, with a deep voice, who needs the same kind of release.
Not surprisingly there are a lot of cars idling, driving slowly, one person in the front seat, checking out others as they pass by in the dark. Mostly cars, a few vans, one pickup truck with a driver that looks like he escaped the back mountains.
I alternate between two lots, driving down to one before heading back to the other. I’m there about fifteen minutes, trying desperately to see the men behind the wheels to see if any of them turn my crank. Problem is I can’t just suck a dick. I need to be “into” the guy. I need the guy to be big and built, solid and manly, with the right attitude.
Skinny old guys drive by and glare at me. I keep my baseball hat down low over my eyes, my chin shielded from view until I see someone I like.
A white Lincoln drives by me slowly but the windows are tinted. I can’t see shit inside.
I drive to the one lot and back in, keeping my parking lots on as cars slow by in front of me. It gives me a bit of an advantage as I can see for a glimpse anyway, who is driving by and checking me out.
Cars are dwindling. I notice one van pull up beside the pick up in the distance. The white Lincoln has followed me now, and drives by me, windows still tinted and unable to see the driver. I watch the car as it turns and comes back towards me, slower this time.
And just as it is passing by in front of me, driver side closest to me, the window comes down about halfway and I can see the bulky figure for a brief second as he drives by, tall looking as he seems to fill the entire driver’s side, with a big head. He’s sitting away from the window for a moment, but leans towards his open window as if he’s shifting in his seat and I can see the profile of the man. He’s older as the flash of a thick silver moustache above his lip shows me, under a long straight Roman nose holding up a pair of glasses and a high forehead with a receding hairline before the window goes up again and he pulls into a spot on the opposite side of the lot, backing in like me, parallel to me but about ten spaces away.
I turn sideways, now intrigued. He looked my type: older, moustache, stern and masculine, chiseled face from what I could tell, and he looked big and beefy. His car screamed RETIRED OLD MAN but I was surprised by the look of him, rather put together in a masculine way. Kind of like a retired hockey coach, or a former marine.
I wait for a moment, eying the Lincoln still parked idling, headlights off but his parking lights still on, wondering if he will make a move. So I put my car in DRIVE and flick my lights on and steer my car towards him. I mimic his earlier movements, driving straight in front of him slowly and lower my window as I drive by his muted beams, leaning towards the window, showing him all of my handsome features, my clean-shaven face, and my piercing blue eyes that always seem to sparkle out even if he can’t see them, a contrast to my tanned features and short dark hair.
I do a sweep around and go by him once more and return to my spot, backing in again, and put my car in PARK and turn to look again at the Lincoln.
My window is still down and it doesn’t take long for the Lincoln to pull out towards me, driving right to me, parking lights now shining straight on at me as he drives through the empty spots before he swings out and then parks in the spot one over from mine. His window is up, that tinted glass blocking me from seeing anything.
This cat and mouse game has made me hard in anticipation, creating images in my head of what I thought I saw, the tease of this driving game hooking me in. So I am a bit surprised to see his lights turn off, and I can hear the cutting of the Lincoln’s engine through my open window. And when the driver door suddenly opens, my imagination did not prepare me for the sight of the man that steps out.
He is big. Stocky and built, a retired something indeed. Like a wrestler wearing nice clothes, or that former marine commander dressed up for his kid’s wedding. He is wearing a pinstriped blue dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up, collar open with no tie. The dress pants are black, with black dress shoes, and the pants can barely contain the meat underneath given the size of his legs and ass as he turns to shut the door.
He turns to me, with a cocky grin and leans against his car for a moment, massive bulge already apparent in his trousers as he puts his hands in his pockets. I can see the thick silver watch over one giant wrist, the forearm that explodes from it looks smooth and has the hint of a tattoo underneath. His moustached covered lip hides the expression, giving him the aura of a mean bodyguard ready to kick the shit out of me. His eyebrows are thick and stern looking atop his sliver rimmed glasses, making him look like the sexiest, meatiest principal I could only wish to be called to the office for. He has a gut, a solid round one in his shirt, but the size of his muscles under the rolled up sleeves makes me forget about the girth of his stomach.
I am staring. That much is obvious through my open window. I see him turn to look at the silent parking lot, no cars prowling, before he pushes himself off his car and slowly walks directly to my car, with his hands in both pockets, seeming to lead with his crotch.
He doesn’t say a word as he comes to stand by my window, but simply moves within a few feet as he stares down at me. I swallow hard, keeping my hands on either thigh, my own cock now hard and throbbing trapped inside my jeans as the cool night air blows in.
He removes his hands from his pockets and I see he’s holding a cigar in one, and a lighter in the other, his bulge still at eye level for me as he takes a step closer. I look up at him and watch as he puts the cigar into his mouth, his teeth keeping it in place as he flicks the lighter open and the red/orange glow lights up his grey moustache and hardened looking face. His forehead is shining as I glance up at the retreating matching silver cropped hairline at the top of his skull, cut short around, thickening his neck. This is one solid, manly looking dude.
He lights the cigar and blows, filling my nostrils with the immediate distinctive smell of cigar and I can’t help but take a deep breath in. He turns slightly and takes another step towards my car, moving so close to my window I could reach out to touch his bulge. He puts one elbow above me and rests it on the roof of my car.
“Nice night.” He simply says finally, his deep voice soft and calm as he looks everywhere around but at me.
“Yeah.” I say stupidly, the only thing that comes to mind.
He stands up straight again and turns around, his plump ass now staring at me as he rotates slowly around, I’m guessing to see who’s around and if there are any other cars coming our way, or simply to show me his dump truck butt. There aren’t, but my eyes are watching the roundness of his glutes, then the size of his thighs before I’m given another nice view of the sizable package mere inches from my face in those tight fitting black dress pants.
I look up to see him now looking down at me. I swear I could see him in an army uniform yelling at me for something. Then he lowers himself and with one hand reaches right into the car rather boldly and grabs my crotch firmly, feeling my 8-inch erection aching to be free.
“Nice.” He says quietly and lets go, standing up again to full height, taking a long drag of his cigar. As he blows out smoke, holding the stogie with one giant hand he unzips his zipper with the other, and then slides his hand back into his pocket and turns his crotch to me and waits.
I can see the white fabric underneath as the zipper widens. I can see the bulge begging to be free. When I don’t move, his free hand comes away from his cigar and he bends slightly as he opens the fly of his underwear and pulls out his meaty, vieny cock, letting it hang out in front of him from his pants, right in front of my face just outside my car window.
It’s a thick looking cock, not quite hard, cut, with a perfectly shaped head, small hairs I can see around the base, but certainly holding the potential to be a full grown piece of meat. I can smell him, that salty cock smell, like a man, like a horny man. As if I’m in a trance I simply reach out and touch it.
His cock is warm, the soft feel of the head growing in my fingers as I work my hand around it. I look up to see him standing there with his hands back in his pocket, as if he was simply standing at the side of my car talking to me, pushing himself towards my open window.
He doesn’t need to speak to tell me what he wants as he leans into the car. I slide my seatbelt off as I lean forward, and watch the growing hardness come to my lips.
He tastes amazing, and the head slides into my lips as if it belonged there. His hips move more, and I hear him let out a soft breath as he takes a hand out of his pocket and reaches in front of me to grab my crotch again.
“Yeah.” He moans as I suck him back, pulling his cock into me as far as he can go. But it’s short lived as he pulls back and takes a step away from the car.
But he’s not going anywhere. He simply faces me, hiding his exposed dick from anyone that could see and starts to stroke it with one hand as he sucks on the cigar with the other, watching me.
With a flick of his chin he gives me the signal to take out my own dick, which I do in a flury of quick unbuttoning and zipper pulling, freeing my throbbing cock. It’s smooth, and fully hard.
When he sees it he grins and steps back to the window and aims his cock towards my mouth again as he reaches into the car and grips my cock with his strong hand. I flip my baseball hat around backwards so it doesn’t impede what I know is coming. Fuck me he feels good around my dick, stroking it as he shoves his hips into the window and feeds me his cock. We are stuck like that for a few minutes, the sounds of me slurping on his cock and his own heavy breathing are all I hear before he pulls back again and shows me his thick cock again.
“Follow me.” He says and just starts walking to the back of my car, to the line of trees and bushes behind the lot. I don’t even put my window up as I clamber out of the car, my own dick out of my pants and run after him into the secluded woods.
I follow his big ass into the trees, seeing that he is following a path. The sounds of twigs and leaves rustling is all I hear as I hold my own cock in the exposed air to the edge of the park, where a long chain link fence has stopped him.
He turns finally, holding his cock, the light of the cigar illuminating his face as he leans against the fence. A definite invitation if I ever saw one.
I step up to him and kneel immediately, resuming the feeling of his cock in my mouth. But now his hand is on my head and he is groaning a bit louder as he holds me on his dick, giving his hips slight thrusts forward into my throat as he puffs away on his cigar.
“This is just what I fuckin’ needed boy.” He moans quietly, gently stuffing my mouth with his meat. My hands on his wide legs, feeling the curves of his stocky body as I move them up and down the material of his pants, right around to his thick ass that feels so fucking good in my hands. I can feel his glutes flexing as he pretends to fuck my throat, making me moan in return.
And then he reaches under my pits and pulls me up, his dick bobbing from my mouth unwantedly. I look at his face, wanting so badly to feel that moustache tickling my face before he sinks down and grabs my cock and swallows it faster than I can register.
I moan suddenly, and put my hands on his shoulders. He is solid alight, two round balls of muscle under my fingers as I stare down at this hunk sucking my cock like a hungry expert. His grey facial hair above his lip tickles my abs as he deep throats me, gagging slightly on my longer cock as I feel his one hand clasp my ass, his cigar being held out sideways by the other.
I’m shaking when he stops, feeling like I could explode at any second. Like he read my mind, he pulls off and stands up, putting the cigar back into his mouth, and stares down at me.
With his other hand he slowly strokes his cock as his eyes stare at me. I imitate his movements and stand in front of him, slowly stroking mine. I see his moustache tip upwards, in a grin as he takes a slow drag of his cigar, and blows the smoke directly in my face as his eyes squint.
“You’re one sexy looking stud.” He says so softly in that deep baritone voice that it sounds like its coming from inside my head.
My heart flutters at the compliment. “Not so bad yourself big guy.” I say, making him grin wider. His dark eyes roam down my body, and suddenly his hand lets go of his cock and he moves it to just above my shaft, his palm flat against my abs, and he slides his hand up under my shirt, to my pecs that are hard and developed, over to the left above my heart which I’m sure he can feel beating furiously as he flicks my nipple.
“Wish you were waiting for me in my bed right now.” He mumbles, sliding his hand back down my rippling abs and around my waist, pulling me into him a bit closer, letting his hand slide down into my jeans. A finger slides down the crack of my ass and digs into me. “I’d fuck you silly.”
He digs into my hole and I move forward more, right into his rounded gut and bulging pecs. My hands spread out over the immense feel of his pecs, meaty and hard, and I can smell the cigar on his breath as his face looms so close above mine.
He pulls his hand out of my jeans and ass but I don’t move away. He smiles at me as he brings his finger up to his nose and breathes in, before he wipes his moustache and then his entire chin. I see his tongue slip out as he moistens his lips, his eyes staring down at me as I stare up at him.
My hand has found his cock between us and I’m pulling at it, looking at the way his jawline is shaped, the bottom lip that is full and is begging to be sucked, and the feel of his hot breath on me as I remain pasted to his body as if he doesn’t seem to mind me groping his chest.
“I’d let you.” I whisper out, giving him my own sexy smile.
He grunts a little, takes another puff from his cigar and blows out the smoke above me, showing me his thick neck and prominent Adam’s apple that I just want to suddenly lick. Then he turns the cigar to me and offers it silently to me.
“You wouldn’t have a choice.” He grins.
I open my mouth and he slowly puts the end to my lips. I’ve smoked before. Even tried a cigar so I know what I’m doing. I take a couple of quick puffs as he holds it there, my mouth so close to those think fingers, the gold wedding band suddenly in my eyesight before he moves it to his own mouth and does the same.
We watch each other, me jerking his cock slowly as he leans against the fence as I lean on him. He smells good, like some expensive cologne as he feeds me another drag. This time when he takes a puff, he leans closer to me and begins to blow the smoke to my lips, mere inches from me. I let my mouth hang open, breathing in the smell of the cigar and his own breath, my eyes open and watching, waiting, so hungry to feel him kiss me that when his lips move closer and touch mine I don’t hold back.
With a groan I am matching his movements, sliding my tongue into his mouth as I feel his lips clamp down on mine and his thick tongue enters me. He breathes out of his nose as he grips me tighter, my body now pressing into his, his free hand on the back of my neck pulling me in deep to a soul shattering kiss.
When we pull away both of us let out a “Fuck” simultaneously before we are attacking each other again. And again.
My hat falls off my head during this one, his hands now moving around my skull and grabbing fist fulls of my hair as he kisses me.
Then he moves, standing up and switching places with me, pushing me into the fence face first and moving around behind me. “I’m going to fuck you right here, right now.” He groans and I feel my pants being spread open and shoved over my ass. The cool air hits my bare cheeks as I feel wetness dropped down from above. I turn over my shoulder to the stogie between his moustache lips as he uses his hands to guide himself towards me.
With a blast of pain and white light, he sticks that fat cock into me fast. So fast I put a hand on his massive thigh and hold him off for a few seconds. He has lifted his dress shirt out of his pants and over his smooth round gut, the bottom of his hard pecs showing, the top of his massive thighs against my own bare legs. He had the tip in, and that is enough for now as beads of sweat form.
“Slowly.” I beg in the darkness, but a hand slides up under my shirt, feeling my smooth muscles underneath and he pushes himself forward, into me deeper against my own resistance.
I hiss at the feeling, unable to stop him, but wanting him to go all the way at the same time. My fingers dig into his flesh on his leg an feel the pressure of the steel fence against my exposed cock. I’m trapped between the fence and this giant man behind me.
He grips my shoulders with two big hands and bottoms out in me, holding himself still. I can feel his cock flex in me and he lets out a groan between the cigar still in his mouth. Then a hand moves from my shoulder, around my neck and he is pulling me backwards, up towards his body.
As I grip the fence and grit my teeth at the quick invasion, his arms circle me and hold me tight. “Jesus Christ you feel so fuckin’ good.” He moans into my ear. The smell of the cigar invades my brain as his cock pulses within me. Then he offers me the cigar, holding it to my mouth and as he moves slightly, I gasp, my mouth opens and he puts the dark brown lit stogie into my mouth.
As I take the first puff he starts to fuck me. Hard, quick thrusts, the fence jingling with every movement. I grab the cigar from my mouth and bend towards him, pushing back now that I’m used to him trying to hang onto the fence as the man pounds me silly, just like he said.
I turn my head sideways and he grins at me, that moustache going up one side of his face as his fingers find their way to my gaping mouth. He slides two in and I immediately suck them down, making his moustache go wider.
“Fuck yeah you little hungry slut.” He then spits on my face and pulls his fingers out to rub it over my cheek before he reinserts his middle finger into my mouth and halfway down my throat as I feel his other hand grab my hair.
He is drilling me hard now, and I’m taking it. Just like I wanted it. Just like I needed it. Just like he needed it apparently.
He pulls me backwards again, more forcefully and finds my mouth with his, hungrily kissing me, shoving spit into my mouth, slapping my cheeks as his piston-like movements keep going.
The he digs in, moving himself over me, grabbing my chin and squeezing as his eyes are close to mine. “Want me to breed this tight little ass?”
I nod and he shoves his tongue in my mouth again, moaning and groaning as he kisses me hard, ramming his bigger body into my smaller one.
He grabs the cigar from my hand and puts it between his lips again as he straightens up, grabbing my hips and tells me he’s going to dump his load in me. I grab my own cock and jerk hard as he fucks me. When I know he’s rising, I feel my own load surging and I tell him I’m going to cum.
That seems to spurn him on even more, grabbing my waist tighter and really fucking me. He groans as I shudder under him, my ass clenching him into his own explosion as my cum flies through the chain linked fence with each deep thrust he sends. I can FEEL his hot load erupt in me, soaking my guts with his sperm as he himself shudders over me, finally collapsing that big solid body onto my back, wrapping his arms around me.
His face is at my neck, his moustache tickling me, sending more shivers throughout my body as I come down from my high.
With a twist again, he wrenches my face to his and we are making out hungrily, our tongues battling, his moans filling my mouth, his fingers gripping my face. During this attack he pulls himself out of me and then releases me altogether, giving my used ass a hard slap as he steps back and I hear the buckle of his dress pants as I pull my own underwear up, trapping the seeping cum from my ass.
I smell like him, cigar and expensive cologne, and his scent. I feel sticky between my legs but don’t care. As I do up my pants, I turn around and he comes at me, full force, his mouth open aiming for mine again in a heartstopping kiss. Our bodies collide, pushing me backwards against the fence as he hands move around me, gripping my ass cheeks, lifting me off the ground momentarily as he swallows down my tongue and feeds me his own.
“I’d still fuck you silly in my bed right now.” He groans as he pulls his face away from me and studies me.
I raise an eyebrow and move my hand to his left ring finger. “Something tells me someone’s already there.”
He grins and flips mine over, holding my own hand up to show me my own ring finger. “And someone might notice you’re gone.”
I give a little shrug as he stares at me, almost like he doesn’t want to slip away into the darkness. And there’s a part of me, after the way he tasted and fucked me and kissed me, that doesn’t want him to either. He bends down beside me and retrieves my discarded ball hat, gives it a shake and hands it to me.
“I’d love to get you completely naked and take my time with you.” He whispers with a smile.
“I bet you would.” I reply teasingly, putting my hat on backwards, just incase he wants to kiss me again.
He gives a snort, and I see his eyes taking me in again. He is going to kiss me again.
This time he pulls me into him slowly, gently, practically tenderly and carefully puts his lips on mine. This is the kiss I was aching for, the slow, sensual one, where there is the slightest exploration, followed by the tease of his tongue, into the full wide open-mouthed moaning one as his hands grip my body in places yet to explore.
Then he takes my hand again and he shakes it, like we’re now officially meeting. “Bruce.” He says simply.
“Brian.” I say back.
“Nice to fuck you Brian.” He grins, his voice so sexy even now, afterwards. Then he rhymes off his phone number. Says it again. Then a third time and kisses me in that same, slow, toe curling way. “They say three times and it’s locked in. So memorize it. Call me. And I’ll fuck you silly anytime, all the time.”
He puts the cigar back in his mouth and gives my chin a cute little grab with his big hand. And then he walks away, giving me a great view of his round ass. And just as he’s about to step out of my sight, he turns again and repeats his phone number. “I mean it. All the fuckin’ time.”
Then he disappears in a snapping of twigs and moonlight, leaving me smelling like him, still hard and still horny. Reminding me of what I really need.
A man like Bruce.
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