Driving back from the south of France, I had decided to make a detour and go via Grenoble. 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. The toilet, which was large and surprisingly clean was equipped for disabled people, and walls were covered in graffiti, mostly depicting various acts of homosexual sex, with lewd story lines and lots of phone numbers. Reading them I became quite turned on. I had engaged in several oral sex acts with other men; but always it consisted of me performing a few minutes of rapid sucking and then hurrying off in embarrassment or fear.
The door lock on the toilet did not work, but with no-one really around, I was not particularly bothered about being disturbed, and was masturbating freely as I looked at the images on the walls. Then the door eased open, and the two men from the car, stood in the entrance looking at me with my pants around my ankles standing in front of the graffiti walls and stroking my penis. I covered myself with my two hands as they entered and closed the door. They were younger than me, maybe mid-thirties; well built but quite scruffily dressed. I was quite frightened.
One of them blurted out a commanded. I speak french and understood that he wanted me to suck him off, made clearer as he unbuttoned the flies to his jeans and pulled out a long thick uncut penis which he started to stroke. The other man grunted something but did nothing but watch.
I walked over with me trousers still around my ankles, and knelt down on the cold floor. The man grabbed the back of my head, and my lips were quickly eased apart as his penis stretched my mouth. I started to suck, and within a short time had a reasonable rhythm going. But as always, I felt that I would not want to go all the way, and was starting already to think about pulling away in order to avoid taking his cum in my mouth. A nagging thought made me think that this time would be different. Somehow, I wanted it too. It was strange. I wanted to feel his cum inside of my mouth, but I was afraid.
As I struggled to pull away, an iron grip descended on my head, and fingers gripped my hair making backwards movement impossible. Instead of me doing the sucking, the man now started to fuck my mouth. Slamming his penis against the back of my throat, and burying my nose in a thick wiry pubic hair. At times I thought I would suffocate. The man was grunting loudly, and my mouth was dripping with a mixture of my saliva and his pre-cum. I could feel a swelling and knew that I was about to receive my first ever load of cum.
He never stopped his animal thrusting even as he exploded. The first cum was made as deep down my throat, but as he withdrew ready for the next thrust, the squirts of cum kept shooting into my mouth, and I could feel some escaping down the side of my cheek. The noise of me gulping and gasping, and the cock squelching in and out of my mouth was disgusting but I was powerless to do anything than wait for the man to finish and withdraw.
However, no sooner had he withdrawn and tucked himself back into jeans than the second man was leaning forward holding another large fat penis. I realized that there was no escape and that I would have to satisfy him as well. Honestly, I did not even want to escape. I wanted to suck him.
or My mouth was sticky with cum, and I tried to wipe some of the strands from my chin. I started to suck as forcefully as I could, and almost immediately he also started to take control and to thrust in and out of my now bruised mouth. I just relaxed my muscles as best as I could as the hot flesh gouged in and out. Once again I felt the now familiar tang of pre-cum, and tried to prepare myself for the flood that would come. However he pulled out of my mouth, but with one hand on my head, started to wank himself vigorously, the head of his cock inches from my mouth, until with a grunt he blasted a hot stream of sticky cum over my half-open lips, nose and eyes, wanking himself empty over my face, until I was literally covered in a gooey liquid.
Finished, and undoubtedly satisfied, they both left me alone for a long and difficult clean up job. It was my first taste of cum, but like an addict I am now hooked and want to taste once more another man's seed in my mouth and to let my mouth be used for fucking.
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