The first stranger to suck my cock had sandy hair and hunger in his eyes. He picked me up hitchhiking, and I knew from the moment that I slid onto the seat why he had picked me up. I was returning from visiting my girlfriend at college. He was cruising for boys.
I knew because of his eyes. They were wide open, as if they saw everything about me, but behind them there was only lust and begging. As soon as I he looked at me, I knew that I would let him.
We talked while he drove me the thirty-five miles, but I don't remember anything. When we got close, he asked me. I don't remember that he said anything like, "can I suck your cock," or even that he actually said anything. Perhaps he just asked me with his eyes. Perhaps we both just knew and nothing was said.
He asked where I was going. I was afraid he would know where I lived so I told him another place to drive. I knew he would park, and fondle me. I never said yes, I only remember nodding to the look in his eyes. Sometime in the last ten miles, my cock had gotten hard by itself. It was ready even if my mind raced in a panic. My cock had decided on its own, though, and nothing would stop what was going to happen.
He sucked me, and I came. Quick. I'm sure he swallowed, there was nothing to clean up, but I wasn't thinking about that. I wasn't thinking. I was just looking at his sandy hair. The feeling of his mouth on my cock, devouring it, hungry?how long had it been? thirty-five miles, a half an hour of lust and anticipation?and how long before that since he had a cock in his mouth?. He knew when I got in the car that his lips would wrap around my cock before the door opened again, and now it was happening. He plunged my cock deep into his throat.
I had unzipped for him and pulled my pants down so he could suck me. He would have done it, but I gave myself to him, like a girl, maybe, giving up her pussy. He took more. It didn't take long, but he took something more. He took my cock in his lips and made me cum. For eighteen years, it had been mine, mine to stroke, mine to fuck with. He took it. It was his. I came because he wanted it. My cock was his for those two minutes, and I never really got it back.
When his sandy head raised out of my crotch I saw his eyes again. The hunger was gone for now. His eyes were soft, unfocused, relaxed. Some of my cum was on his face. It was still there when I swung the car door shut behind me and he drove off, not looking back. When I got home, I wanted to forget him. The next day, I wished I knew where he was. I thought he was disappointed I came so fast. I wanted him to suck me again. I masturbated thinking of my girlfriend's warm pussy and swollen nipples. And I wanted him to suck me again.
This happened to me when I was just 17. I was living in Kansas City at the time. I used to have a little red Honda Express moped and would spend hours cruising up and down Main and Troost just for the hell of it. Later at night the whores would be out working the street. Every so often cops would bust their skanky asses. Further downtown the rent boys would be working the corners.
Mounted on the man doggy-style, I got a better grip across his chest as I squeezed his breasts with my hands. Using his ass-muscles he used them to squeeze my cock inside him. It felt like nothing I'd ever experienced before, and it was all I needed. "Jesus. fuck!" I hissed as the first shot of my cum went into the man's asshole. After a bit the world came back to me. "Nice job, son," he said.
Two spoiled rich kids share a room at preparatoryschool. Both are probably just gangling under-developed teenagers, but begin to find each other more and more attractive from a sexual perspective!
About 8pm this June evening as I was driving along a dual carriageway, I decided to stop for a break at a roadside park, well hidden from the road, and which had a single toilet behind some trees. I had noticed one other car parked, with two men sitting in it, but I paid no attention and simply entered the rest room.
Despite the cool air that filtered in through the air conditioning vents, the sliver-bearded, dapper, 56-year old executive was sweating profusely. He was not alone in his luxurious, first-class compartment. On the floor on his back was the Senior train guard, 43-year old Nuru, his white uniform pants pulled off over his crisp white socks and white uniform shoes.
One of the most delightful ways I find to chill with my lover is to simply pamper him and relish what we have between us. When he feels my first touch, when I brush my fingers across his jeans. Across his thighs and just gently teasing his zip tag.
There were very few people around, I suppose cause it was both Easter and around 5 in the morning. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a young guy slowly walking down the staircase. The first thing I saw was that he was adjusting something in his pants -- an immediate signal for me to stand at attention. I gave him the once-over and was pleased to discover this was no ordinary subway thug.
I had been working out all year long and been taking a full school schedule. It was my first year of college and things had been going really well. I had decided to come back and stay with my parents for the summer to save on money. I noticed there was a new neighbor next door who must have moved in after I had graduated from high school. After a run we start talking and decide to work out together.
I didn't waste any time, got to my knees and sucked that cock until it's was rock hard. Man he tasted good, combination of salt and piss made me harder than I have ever been.
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