It was a simple Monday night but it still ended up being one of the hottest cruising scenes I’ve ever had.
My friend is a young lawyer and a total voyeur. He loves taking me to cruising spots just to watch me suck cock and get used. That night we’d already hit the woods, I ended up with a guy in his thirties, all in black, short hair, mustache, looked like he worked at Zara from the clothes. He wanted nipple play while he jerked off. We made out, I bit and licked his nipples, and he came all over my hand and the forest floor.
But the best was still coming.
By the time we got to another spot I was starving for cock. We parked and, even though it was the middle of the night on a Monday, there were still a lot of cars circling. I don’t like sitting in the car waiting, so I got out and made myself visible. I like them to see that I’m available, that I’m a hungry little whore ready to suck and drain whoever shows up.
It took a while. The usual dance of headlights and slow circles. Then a car stopped not far from ours. There was already another guy parked nearby, but he wasn’t getting out. The new guy stepped out looking a bit lost, like he wasn’t completely sure what he was doing. He was tall, over 6’1”, wearing a backward cap, dark beard, tight t-shirt stretched across a broad, muscular chest, and shorts. No older than thirty. He had the build of a rugby player: thick arms, wide shoulders, heavy chest, and solid legs. My friend and I both thought the same thing, he looked like he’d just come from training, since there’s a rugby center next to this spot.
The other parked guy finally got out too. Older, maybe mid-thirties, masculine. The rugby guy walked straight up to me. I licked my lips. Without a word he unbuttoned his shorts, pulled his cock out of black boxers, and started stroking it hard. It was already fully hard, thick, long, curved, uncut, the head shiny. He had that cocky, almost unfriendly look on his face, like he was just there to get what he wanted.
The smell hit me first. Pure sweat scent. It only made me hungrier.
I dropped to my knees right there in the parking lot and took him into my mouth. He was thick enough that my jaw stretched immediately. I started working him deep, spit running down the shaft, while he gave short, sharp slaps to the back of my head. I gripped his hairy thighs and licked his balls every time I came up for air. Cars kept passing. Every time headlights swept over us he shoved his cock back in his shorts and turned away. The second they were gone he pulled it out again and waved it at me, hard and impatient.
I was starting to worry he’d just leave.
My friend and the other guy were already stroking themselves, watching. When the rugby guy put it away again because of more cars, the older one spoke up:
“Want me to park diagonally so you two have more cover?”
The big guy hesitated for a second, then nodded.
“Yeah. If you don’t mind, bro.”
The older guy moved his car, blocking the view from the road. The second we had cover I went back down on that thick, curved cock like I was starving. This time he pulled his t-shirt up behind his neck. His chest was broad and hairy (trimmed short), solid muscle, a silver chain resting against it. I played with his nipples while he grabbed my head with both hands and started properly fucking my mouth, angling my head so the curve of his cock could slide deeper. Spit poured down my chin. The smell of his sweat filled my nose. He was using me completely, standing with his legs spread between the two cars, then leaning back against my friend’s car so he could thrust harder.
My friend and the other guy were jerking each other off while they watched this massive, silent man turn my throat into a hole.
I pulled off just long enough to ask:
“Want me to lie in the back seat and hang my head out so you can really fuck my throat?”
“Yeah. Do it.”
My friend opened the door. I climbed in backward, lay across the seat, and hung my head out the side. The rugby guy stepped in, grabbed my head, and shoved his cock straight down my throat. He started face-fucking me hard, deep, steady thrusts that made his sweaty balls slap against my face. I gagged around him more than once, but I stayed open and took it. He used my throat like it was just another hole that existed for him.
After a while he pulled out and told me to get back on my knees. He wanted to finish in my mouth.
By then the older guy had left (he’d tried to suck my friend, who only watches, and got pissy about it). It was just the three of us. I knelt on my jacket again and deep-throated that thick cock while staring up at him, the broad chest, the heavy arms, the closed-off, straight-looking face, the dark hair on his body. He was perfect.
I looked him in the eyes and said:
“You can be as rough as you want. You don’t have to hold back.”
His eyes lit up a little.
“Yeah? I can?”
“Yeah. Use me.”
He did.
He grabbed my head with both hands and fucked my throat without any more restraint, hard, deep, almost angry strokes that made me choke and drool all over his cock and balls. When he got close he pulled out, stroked himself fast right in front of my face, and ordered:
“Open.”
I opened my mouth. He came hard, thick, heavy ropes of cum shooting across my tongue and into my throat. He shoved back in while he was still pulsing and kept cumming, grunting and growling like an animal. The sounds he made were pure primal need and rawness. I swallowed everything I could. When he finally stopped throbbing he pulled out, squeezed the last drops from the head, and I leaned forward and licked them off.
“Give me the rest,” I said.
He shook his cock and let the last of it land on my tongue and lips.
Then, without another word, he tucked himself away, walked back to his car, cleaned up with some wipes by the trunk, and drove off into the night.
My friend said it was the hottest and more masculine rough guy he’d ever watched.
I loved every second of it.
I hope I run into him again.
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