Cruising for Something

I was here again. Sitting in my car late one night, alone, looking out at the lake, lost in thought. Well, lost in thoughts as cars slowly drove past me, drivers staring as they slowly cruised by, circling like sharks for prey.

I was bait. Sitting in my car with my parking lights on to view their faces as they crept by me, to catch a glimpse of them in the headlights of my car, seeing the same look in their eyes as they passed by. Hunger. Only I was hidden, in the dark. Unseen mostly, until they took a chance.

I let them take the lead. I figured if I let them come to me it was better. I was trying to be good since I returned from Europe and met my girlfriend. I was trying to stop myself from these urges, to relive what I had with another man only a year ago.

But something inside me was aching. Something was driving me to these lustful thoughts all the time. I wondered if I could truly make them go away even though I tried hard. But here I was, once again, on the Lakeshore in one of several parking lots I happened to discover one night, seeing the same cars creeping by, circling, parking. Watching men get into other cars.

This was better than the phone. I could see what these men looked like. And I waited to find one that fit my standards.

I learned how to not look at guys who parked beside me that I wasn’t interested in.

I learned how to turn away, or drive to another spot.

I learned how to drive by others, casually looking at the outline of the man in the driver’s seat. Turning around to shine my lights into them to get a better glimpse. Trying to find someone out there like me: hiding this secret desire.

I learned how to pull up beside cars and stare back, waiting for him to make the first move. I wasn’t that bold anymore. Grief had taught me to be reserved. No one could compare to Joe.

I learned how to give up and drive home, unsatisfied with the sample of options, wondering if there were truly other guys like me trying to behave and just wanting something quick, something noncommittal. Something to just close my eyes to and let go.

Many nights I did nothing. Many nights I was tempted.

Tonight was different.

The first time I spotted the vehicle I sat up. A black Dodge Ram truck slowly moving down the centre of the parking lot, the word RAM across the front making me smile. I could see the outline of the man as it approached, and as he entered into the line of my lights, I could see only the top of his face, his dark hair a bit curly, his eyes glaring as he inched by, his hand resting casually over his lips, under the bottom of a straight nose as his elbow rested by the window to hide most of his appearance. His eyes held my stare back, though I wondered if he could truly see me. If he could see I was a 25-year-old muscled jock boy, wanting a man. Wishing he could see my smooth 5’9” body and my fat 8 inches of dick in my pants. Wondering if he was looking for a bottom boy that was hungry for what I hoped was a big cock to feed me. Wondering if he was hiding something like me.

I watched the truck move away from me even more slowly before it made a wide turn a ways away and head back towards me, quickly at first, and then slowing down as he neared my headlights again. I leaned forward, wondering how much of me he could see as he came into my sightline in the dim lighting.

He too was leaning forward, upwards as he peered over the passenger side to see me, showing off his entire square jaw, clean shaven face. He was handsome, clean cut, dad type, thick curly hair, big shoulders by the look of him. I could see him lifting his head, as if he was trying to see what I looked like until he was gone from my lights once again.

My heart was thumping in my throat at the sudden potential. Most of the men I had seen drive by me lately were older, plump, too friendly and not my type. But this man, this truck driving RAM man, with his smooth face and hunky looks seemed like the perfect dad type to me. I watched with bated breath as the taillights of his truck came on and it turned around once again to drive by me.

It was like we were the only two vehicles at this moment. My eyes watching his truck move gracefully through the parking lot, towards my reverse parked car waiting for him to drive by again. I heard the sound of his engine speed up as he turned and drove towards me again, before the red light of his brake lights lit the area behind him and he slowed down once again to drive by me. To cruise me. To see, I was hoping, if I was his type.

I reached up and flicked on the overhead lights, illuminating my face against the darkness. I could see him. It was time for him to see me.

He was moving so slowly through the lights of my car that he practically stopped in front of me. My eyes looking out straight to his as he saw my face under the light. My clean-shaven baby face. My broad shoulders. From the driver’s window, his hand was down from his face and I could see him more clearly as he almost came to a complete stop in the lane directly in front of me. As if he too was seeing something he liked. He had a very handsome look to him, a straight man if I ever saw one, definitely older than me but not too much, and definitely a dad type.

He smiled a bit, and I felt my heart flutter as he gave a little nod. I realized I was holding my breath and let it out, smiling back, causing him to smile wider before he darkened out of the stream of my beams.

Instead of driving further down the parking lot, he turned his truck into a spot one over from mine. My head followed his truck to my left, and when he parked, I could see the outline of his profile turn to look in my direction. Then his window rolled down and I could make him out a little more.

He moved his arm out the window, letting it hang out. Thankfully it was summer, and he was wearing a short-sleeved shirt. I could make out the strong arm from two spots over, the big manly bicep bulged as it bent, his hand looking large as he flattened it against the side of his truck. No wedding ring. He leaned a bit towards the window as if the parking lot lights would catch his image. I was mesmerized.

Following his lead, I rolled down my window and did the same, glad that I had a bicep to show off as well. I forgot that my light was still on, letting him see fully the package he was inspecting. At least from the chest up.

Suddenly his arm went back in the truck and I saw him looking in his mirror. His truck started to reverse and I thought he wasn’t interested as he quickly backed up. In a fleeting moment of dejection, I watched his truck reverse backwards, before he turned into the spot directly next to me and slowly pulled up beside me, his window still down, the sounds of his muffler louder as he aimed his window to match up with mine.

If I thought he was handsome from afar, he was even better looking up close. Kind of a George Clooney type, with dark hair, thick eyebrows, dark features, dark eyes and a sexy smile. I felt my heart beating a mile a minute, suddenly staring at this hunk in the truck next to me. My mind raced from how fucking hot he was, to there is no way this guy is looking for man to man sex, to this might be something dangerous.

“Nice night.” His smooth voice rang out, sounding deep and rough and sweet all at the same time in those two words.

“Yeah.” I intellectually said back, trying to will myself to stop shaking.

He craned his neck sideways, showing off a thick one, making me wonder how fit he was when he lifted his arm back over the window and let it hang loose. My eyes looked down at it, seeing the lightly hairy forearm with the veins running underneath, to the vein running up his bicep. I inhaled slowly as I stared at it, seeing him bend his arm as his hand moved up to his mirror, as if on purpose to show off.

He turned his head back around and gazed down at me from his truck, leaning a bit out the window to look into my car. I saw him give a little huff and smile before his eyes went back up to mine. His eyes were dark, almost black. “You looking?”

Again, I thought it might be a trap, so I only nodded.

I heard him breathe in deeply and that big hand moved to his chin. His stubbly, sexy, square jaw line. I watched in a daze, waiting for further words.

He gave a flick of his head after his eyes finished their study of me. “You want to hop in?”

Like a flash I was rolling up my window and out of my car as his eyes remained fixed on me. I heard him give a low “Mmm” as I stepped out, turning to him with my bare legs showing from my shorts, my ass more than likely the target of his groan. I could feel my rod thickening as I moved around the back of his truck, catching his eyes still on me in his side mirror until I saw him lean across the seats to open the door for me.

I climbed up into the truck, seeing him with his right hand on his thigh, a pair of dark blue work pants apparent, work boots at the pedals. I was pleased to see big pecs on top of a flat stomach, the epitome of a stud: fit, blue collar, handsome man. I sat back into the seat and closed the door as he turned off the engine. The immediate silence enveloped us, and we sat awkwardly looking at one another for a few seconds as we studied each other.

He lifted his big right hand off his thigh and held it out to me. “Leo.”

For a split second I wondered if that was his name or his astrological sign. “Brian.” I said back, taking his hand. It was large, strong, and warm.

He let go and sat back, his left hand at his chin again rubbing it as he looked at me. “You’re a fuckin’ hot guy Brian.”

I gave a snort. “Look who’s talking.” I turned away from his good looks for a moment, hearing him snort back. When I turned back to him, he was smiling, looking hotter than ever.

“It’s not every day you see someone that looks like you down here.” His voice was like butter, soft and smooth. But masculine and rough as well. I tried to avert my eyes from his crotch, but I kept stealing glances downward as we stared at each other.

“Likewise Leo.” I felt myself blushing. “You’re definitely my type.”

“Yeah?” He said a bit louder, his hand rubbing his own thigh suddenly. “Not too old for you?”

I frowned at him, picturing to be maybe 40. “No.”

He frowned back. “How old are you?”

“25.” I said, seeing him squint a bit. “I look younger I know. I get that a lot.”

He turned his head sideways, looking out his window down at my car. “Well Brian, you are definitely my type too.” When he turned back, his eyes were different, almost smaller, with that look of lust that I was sure I was giving right back.

“Cool.” I said, sliding my ass a bit on the seat to turn more towards him and putting my hands on my bare knees to hide my own excitement.

From the corner of my eye, I saw his left hand slide inward to his midsection and rest there, causing me to look at the movement and then up to his face. He was staring at me, his hand on his chin still. “You’re cute.” He said quietly, his hand now moving more, rubbing his own bulge. “Really cute.”

I felt my own bulge increasing, tightening inside my shorts, stretching my underwear as my dick lengthened. I felt dizzy in his truck, as all the blood inside me seemed to be flowing to my cock.

“Bet you’d look cute between my legs.” His voice was low, almost gravelly now, and I took the hint.

I reached out to his leg, letting my hand slide over his pant covered thigh. It felt wide, solid, my fingers just near his thick wrist as he worked on his package between those big legs. I saw a thumb run up to the top of his pants, and then with a flick of his finger and thumb, his pants were open, and he was sliding his zipper downward, lifting his ass up off the seat to do it. My hand slid inward more, connecting with his hand, sending sparks inside me as our fingers touched in a different way than the initial handshake.

He moved with purpose, opening up the fly of his pants, revealing a pair of dark briefs, before that thumb hooked into the waistband and he pulled it over his meat, revealing a dark-haired trimmed bush and a fat cut cock that hardened as it came free, spilling out over his hand and rising to attention.

My hand moved upward, over his hand, running along the top of his veins, feeling the roughness of his skin before it found his rod. My hand was cooler than the warm meat that elongated in front of my eyes, stretching out and up to a thickness and length that rivaled mine. I could smell him, and it drew me over, sliding across the seat to get closer to this man, wanting to taste him.

I bent over as his hand moved away from his own cock and rubbed over the top of my hand in a gentle touch. It travelled with mine as I gripped the bottom of his cock and aimed it up, my mouth opening as I slid closer.

With a shift of my body, I was in position and took him in, savouring the taste of a man, burying my nose into his flat stomach and pubes as the tip of his cock tickled the back of my throat. I came off completely and looked at it, now at full mast, a good 8 cut inches at least, before I went down on it again. He met my rhythm, lifting himself up slightly to push into me, his other hand gently resting on my head, holding my hair as I began to suck his dick.

He groaned, letting loud sounds out through his nose and mouth, growing in intensity as I enjoyed the feeding, until his words snapped me back to where I was.

“Your mouth feels so good.” He whispered. “Let me see what you’ve got.”

I was surprised to see him guide me off and push me back, leaning over the seat, his erect cock still out of his pants as he moved me backwards. His big hands went to my shorts and pulled them roughly open and down, letting my own shaved 8 inches emerge.

“Jesus, you’re the whole package.” He grunted before he went down on me. I gasped as the warmth of his mouth overtook me. This stud of a man, sucking me furiously in his own truck. I grabbed his shoulder with one hand and felt nothing but solid muscle. I looked down at the top of his head, so thick and curly that I couldn’t help but reach out and touch it with my other hand. I gripped his soft hair lightly, feeling the shape of his skull as he bobbed up and down. I heard him groan as he sucked on me, pushing me back more, shifting me to get at my entire shaft. I let my head flop backwards as his obvious skill sent me into a tailspin.

He shifted more, climbing over me, a big, muscled arm reaching over the seat until I was being flattened backwards, my cock never leaving his wet mouth. I opened my eyes to see the ceiling of his truck, hidden from view as Leo’s body moved between my legs. With a hungry look, he came off my dick and planted his fists on either side of my waist and moved over me, into the passenger seat on top of me.

I froze, seeing this handsome man staring down at me with a look of lust. He was breathing heavily, his lips parted, his cock still fully hard and sticking out of his fly touching my legs. I watched the muscles in his arm flex as he repositioned himself, pushing his pants downward, showing off two thick legs, freeing his dick even more. A perfect set of bull sized balls appeared between those meaty thighs as he crouched between my legs. He went over on one hand, using his free one to push my shorts downward, until I kicked them off with my sneakered foot and spread my legs for him to move in between me. Our bodies worked quickly, awkwardly in the small space until we found a comfortable position. And then that look of lust came towards my face as his body moved completely onto mine, now flattened backward on his fully reclined seat.

I felt his cock in between my legs first before his lips moved to mine. With a sudden fierceness to him, he kissed me hard, splitting my lips open with his tongue, shoving it into me. His tongue was big and long, and filled my mouth perfectly as our moans moved into each other’s mouths. His body weighed down on mine, grinding into me, pushing me into the leather seat even more as the heaviness of him crushed me. My hands went down his V-shaped back, and pushed his pants down over his ass. I could feel his smooth, fleshy cheeks, wishing I was looking at what I was feeling. Like a blind man, I let my hands roam, moving up under his shirt as we kissed, feeling the ripples of his masculinity with every touch of my fingertips. My legs spread wider, his body shifted, his cock now searching. I suddenly wondered if he was going to fuck me right here on the seat of his truck.

He pulled off my lips abruptly, his body still covering mine. He was taller than me easily, and weighed a solid tonne more than me. But he felt good; something that I had missed. “Jesus you can kiss too. Fuckin’ perfect.” He hovered over me, his nose now brushing alongside my cheek, exploring, before his lips moved down my face, finding my ear lobe, his tongue coming out to lick its way over it, into it, breathing into my very brain.

I moaned and moved my legs out over his body, wrapping them around his solid figure, opening myself up more for him as he nuzzled my neck. He groaned too, and pushed his cock into my ass. I could feel the thick head of that monster I was just sucking poking at me. There was no doubt – he wanted to fuck me. And the more he explored my neck with his tongue, the more I wanted him to.

“Can I fuck you?” He suddenly asked in my ear, sending shivers through my body as I clung to his shape.

“Are you safe?” I whispered back, finding his mouth with mine and kissing him again for a while. I didn’t have a condom. I was guessing he didn’t either.

“Yeah, you?” He was grinding his body more, his hips were moving, his cock was hunting for my entrance.

I clutched at his ass, feeling his glutes contracting with each gyration over me. His simulation fucking was already driving me wild. I couldn’t wait to feel his fat cock actually inside me. “Yeah. I was tested last month.”

“Fuck.” He breathed out, moving his body like a dancer over me, with smooth motions on me. I could only imagine how his hips would work. “I wanna make you mine.” His lips covered mine again and I felt his cock head at my hole. He pushed upward, desperate to enter but his raw cock wasn’t going anywhere without any assistance.

As if he was reading my mind, his lips broke free from me again and I saw him reach down between us in the cramped space, shoving his pants farther down to give him more ease of movement with his legs and his cock returned to its position wet with his spit. And with one shove, he split me wide open and entered me.

“Oh fuck!” I moaned, gripping his shoulders as the pain seared through me. I stared at him, frozen underneath him as he waited, letting me adjust to the sudden invasion. I gripped his shoulders, digging my fingers into him as he stared down at me, hovering just below the windows of his truck. We were high enough, and flattened enough, that no one would be able to see what we were doing. It was like we were the only two people in the parking lot. “Fuck.” I muttered again, seeing his eyes close a bit and feeling his dick twitch inside me. He wanted to move, I could tell. But he waited, patiently, as my tunnel relaxed and the pain inched away.

I leaned my head forward and rested my forehead on his chin, feeling his breath coming out. “God you’re so hot.” He moaned out, before I felt his nose at my face again, and our lips connected once again.

And then he was fucking me, slowly, deeply, in the stillness of the night. I groaned out in satisfaction as the pain turned to pleasure, and his cock began its mission.

I wrapped my arms around him to hold on, feeling the width of his shaft spreading me open. I kept my legs locked around him, my heels digging into his hind legs as he thrusted gently into me. His breath was increasing, hot air flowing from him onto my neck as we intermittently kissed. My hands moved under his shirt, pulling it upward. He took the hint and peeled it off without missing a beat, my hands reaching under him to find his pecs. Two mountains of muscle as he kept his fists on either side of me, pressing into the seat.

“Holy fuck you’re built.” I moaned, squeezing his chest before sliding my hands back around to his back, following the curve of his body over the rump of his butt to squeeze it again and pull him into me more.

“Thanks.” He panted. “You’re not so bad yourself. I wish I could see your body.” He kissed my forehead and then looked down in between us as he lifted his body up a bit. “We could have a lot of fun in my bed.”

I arched and wiggled under him, getting into the sensation of his bigger body smothering mine, feeling his cock hitting different spots inside me. I was on fire for this hunk. And he was equally passionate, kissing me harder, drilling up into me faster, letting his frame rub against me.

He rocked backwards and suddenly my legs were wider, his biceps now hooked under my knees, pushing my knees to my face as he moved into me deeper. My eyes widened, his face just above mine, watching me. I could feel the door against my leg, feel the console pressing into my other one as he drilled me. I didn’t care. I was focused on his face.

“Can I cum in you?” He asked breathlessly.

 I nodded, holding my own legs back, eyeing the size of his arms as his cock worked like a piston inside me. “Yes. Do it.” I moaned, letting my mouth gape open. I watched his mouth close and he worked up spit and then dropped it into my mouth before he covered my mouth with his, forcing me to swallow. I moaned into him, feeling the intensity pick up as I drank his saliva. His throat rumbled, his movements slowed until there was one sudden thrust that he drove into me, and he moaned loudly, lifting his face from mine, straining his neck as his cock erupted and painted my walls.

I grabbed his ass, feeling it squeezing forward into me deep, until the muscles relaxed before a second thrust into me and a louder grunt. His face looked down at me, slightly red, veins sticking out from his thick neck as he let out a roar and thrust a third time into me.

“Oh GOD!” He bellowed, holding himself above me, straining out the last of his load before he collapsed onto me. I wrapped both legs and arms around him tighter, but he didn’t stay still. Instead, he pushed himself up and moved off me, letting his slick cock slip out of me suddenly and then grabbed my throbbing piece and engulfed it down his throat.

I sat up on my elbows in shock as he sucked me frantically. I grabbed his hand on my abs, feeling the sudden rise as my ass twitched with emptiness. “Oh my God I’m going to cum.” I panted as I watched his handsome face move up and down my thick shaft. I started to shake, and felt his hand squeeze around mine.

His moans finished me off, vibrating on my cock as he swallowed me deep. I grabbed his curly hair with my free hand and announced it was coming. He didn’t stop, just kept going until I grunted uncontrollably and shot my load straight down his throat as he slumped in between the seat and the dash of his truck. Shaking like a whore, I unleashed everything inside my sack in an out of control manner, feeling the truck practically shaking with me. He sucked me clean until he let my dick escape his lips with a satisfying pop.

He climbed over me again and kissed me, letting me taste my own load from his tongue, feeding me whatever he had left through a grumbling passionate locking of our lips.

In a swift smooth move, he rolled off me, and moved to his seat, breathing just as hard as I was. I let my legs lower, straightening them out, pulling down my shirt over my abs and staring down at my naked lower half, save for the shoes on my feet. I turned to look at him, shirtless, looking like a satisfied porn star, his pants around his muscled knees, his slightly hairy pecs heaving, his cock deflated lying against his left thigh. He leaned back, spreading those manly legs and grinned over at me.

“Wow.” He moved sideways and slapped a hand on my leg. “That was fucking hot buddy.”

There was something so casual about it all. I couldn’t stop looking at him, half dressed, his hair slightly messy, his flat stomach working hard as his pecs moved up and down. I wanted to climb on him and go at it again.

“Yeah. You’re a fucking stud.” I managed to get out as he laughed at my words and bent forward to slide his pants over his legs much to my disapproval. I did the same, feeling the essence of his load leaking from me. I could smell sex, and his scent was keeping me stiff.

He lifted his ass and pulled his pants up, but left them undone, his shirt still off. He leaned forward and grabbed his thick wallet from the dash and grabbed a pen from the console between the seats.

“Here.” He quickly scribbled something on a receipt he pulled from the confines of the wallet and handed it to me. “My number if you want. I’d love to do this again in a more comfortable setting. Where I can get you completely naked and flop you around. You look like you can take it.” He put his big hand on my thigh again and rubbed it gently. I wanted to lean into him and kiss him again but wasn’t sure if he would respond the same way, now that he wasn’t in the throes of passion.

I couldn’t believe my luck. After a string of one-nighters through Europe, and disappointing opportunities back at home now that I was back and single, here was a hunk I picked up cruising. I looked at the note with his messy writing, “Leo” scrawled across the top with his phone number.

“Do you have a place?” I asked hesitantly.

He grinned at me and I found myself melting into the seat. I wanted to sit here with him longer, just to stare at him.

“I do.”

I felt a wave of relief. Not married. At least, I hoped. This could be the start of something after all.