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When I travel for work, the first thing I do on arriving in a new city is figure out the local cruising scene. Which is how I wound up, after dark, walking through a parking lot between Commerce and State streets in Erie Pennsylvania, headed to an adult bookstore, free-balling in nylon basketball shorts and a pink side-slash tanktop. As I walked, I heard a deep, masculine voice call out, “Hey! Boy!”. I turned to see a guy sitting in an older Honda Civic, waving me over. As I got close he asked if I had a light or a cigarette. I apologized for not having either and as I got close I saw he was stroking a monster BBC that would measure the same length as my forearm. He could tell by the way my eyes locked onto his manhood what I was doing in that parking lot. “Like this boy?”, he asked, stopping is stroking only to wipe pre-cum around his cockhead. My tongue instinctively licked my lips. “Yeah boy, come over here and lean through my window, you know you want this”. I nervously glanced around the parking lot, empty of people, a few parked cars, but saw a bank next door, probably decorated with security cameras. “Probably not a good spot for this”, I stammered. “Just come close, no one will know we’re doing anything but talking”, he said in a velvet voice, his strokes resumed and instantly started to hypnotize me. I could feel the lust building in my chest, that feeling that makes my body override every rational part of my day-to-day personality. I leaned down on the window and reached inside, my hand quivering as I touched his warm and rock hard manhood. “This really isn’t safe”, I said in a hushed voice, remembering stories of sting operations in unfamiliar towns and local cops hungry to assert their power. I pulled my hand back and stood up, turning slightly toward the exit of the parking lot. “Naw man, it’s all good here. Where are you going? The porn store?”. I nodded slightly. “Nobody is ever in there but creepy old guys. Come on back and hop in, I got tinted windows”, he said as he gestured toward the passenger door. Slowly I walked around the back of the car, taking a last nervous glance and opened the door. A few fast food cups spilled onto the asphalt as I looked at the collection of food wrappers, bags, and crumbs covering the seat. He swept the paper away and I sat down. Closing the door he rolled up the windows and waved his cock at me. “Get your lips on that, boy”, his tone suddenly became more aggressive and dominant. I leaned forward and touched my pursed lips to the top of his cockhead, opening slightly to touch my tongue to his slit, tasting a mixture of soap and pre-cum. I looked up at his face as I opened my mouth and swallowed his entire cockhead, rubbing my tongue along his frenulum. “Yessss boy”, he hissed, “just like that… let me see those blue eyes as you swallow me”. I slid my mouth down his shaft until I felt his cock hit the back of my throat and pulled back. After bobbing my head three times on his cock I felt his large hand on the back of my head. “You need to go deeper boy”, he said, pushing my head down his shaft and triggering my gag reflex. “Take it boy”, he said, holding my head against my attempts to pull back, and forcing his cock deeper into my throat. My eyes watered as I fought for air, not expecting to be impaled so deeply, so quickly. That familiar gagging noise tried to escape my throat until he finally took his hand off my head and his cock slid from me, a trail of throat slime still connecting me to his cock. As I gasped for air, I adjusted myself, knees up on his filthy passenger seat, to get a better angle to deepthroat as much of him as I could. I had come downtown to find cock and I wanted to enjoy every minute of this experience. I leaned forward and slid his glans into my mouth, hearing him moan before I started sliding him into my throat and feeling a hand on the back of my head. I tried to remember to breathe through my nose as best as possible when I felt his right hand slide down my back and under the waistband of the nylon shorts. His long fingers slid down my asscrack, finding my freshly shaved pink hole. With the lube I had already applied, he had no trouble sliding a thick middle finger into me, his fingernail scratching my anal ring and making me gasp over his shaft. I knew he had already decided a blowjob was not going to satisfy his urges. My mouth and throat vigorously worked his cock and became more frantic as he worked a second finger into my hole and tried to insert a third. “Get that cock wet, boy”, he ordered, “my girl is pregnant and I haven’t had any pussy in a few weeks. You’re going to be my girl tonight”. I moaned my consent in reply, not wanting to break my rhythm. After what seemed like an eternity, I pulled off his cock, now coated in my throat slime, and dripping down his balls onto his car seat. I sat back and he demanded I lose what little clothing I had, tossing my tank top, shorts, and Vans checkerboard slip-ons onto the floor among the fast food garbage. “Mmm boy, look at those nips”, he said, licking his lips at the sight of my large pencil erasers, grown over the years through intense play. My nipples are the switch that turn me into a bottom slut. “I’m going to have fun with your bitch tits”, he grinned as he pulled me across the gearshift and onto his lap, that massive cock rubbing up and down my asscrack. His hands moved from my ass, up my side until his forefinger and thumb arrived at those bitch tits. Pinching hard he pulled me forward and shoved his tongue into my mouth, coating my tongue with the taste of stale cigarettes and bourbon. Working my right nipple, his other hand moved down under my ass, grabbed his cock, and I could feel the glans push against my lubed hole. Doing a warm-up in the hotel room with a thick dildo had made me horny and my hole was ready to receive any cock that found it. My head was reeling with lust when I suddenly smelled the familiar odor of amyl under my nose - another trigger for my slut switch. Without being told I inhaled deeply four times and held my breath, letting my head spin as my anal ring relaxed and his cockhead slid into me. My eyes opened at the sudden invasion and I felt his hands on my side, pulling my body down onto his long shaft. I moaned as he shifted his body then started lifting me up and pulling me down on his cock, a pale fuck puppet on his massive cock. My bodily urges soon took over and I started lifting myself as much as possible to ride his cock, my hole stretching and contracting, quivering as I was impaled. His hands again found my nipples and started working them roughly. I moaned and more poppers were shoved under my nose. My mind was flying high as a stranger's raw cock opened my ass and forced my body to submit. After a few minutes he groaned loudly and gripped my hips, holding me in place before pulling me deeper onto his cock. I felt the pressure inside me as his cock reached farther into me. He passed me the poppers and told me to inhale deep, 5 hits on each side. As I counted out the final inhale I felt the resistance between my body and his cock melt. My body submitted and my mind entered a space I had only experienced when my inner ring was breached and my very soul surrendered to cock. With short, quick pumps he worked past my sigmoid. My cock had long since gone limp and had now shriveled in total submission to a random man in a parking lot. After another few minutes both of our breathing had become ragged. I felt his shaft suddenly hardened even more and he grunted, pulling me down onto his hips and grinding his pelvis against me. He bellowed into my neck and shouted “God damn boy!” loud enough for half the block to hear. Regaining his senses, he pushed me off his cock and back onto the passenger seat. “Get the fuck out!”, he ordered as I scrambled to pull on my basketball shorts. Not waiting for me to find my shoes or tanktop he reached across, opened the door, and pushed me awkwardly out. My shoes and tanktop being thrown onto the asphalt beside me. He slammed the door, started the car, and backed out of the spot. I pulled on my tanktop and slipped on my vans, staggering toward the sidewalk and the adult bookstore. Luckily I was settled onto an old couch in the small theater, sucking the cock of an older man before I felt his load start running down my leg.

Happy birthday! Thank you for the site and the amazing people here! This is a wonderful resource that has saved me (literally) days of googling questions over the years. I first came here for the stories and the pictures, which I still love, but now I use it almost daily!

In the past 10 years I think only one hookup top has refused bb. Everyone else has just assumed raw play and didn't ask my opinion.

I had one top who could cum multiple times and not even break his rhythm as he fired shot after shot into me. Most of the tops I've experienced like to slam in balls deep and press their body hard into mine as they mark my body with their seed.

Definitely the same for me. Once the sun warms and you smell the sping air, my lust goes into overdrive and I'm craving as much cock as I can get on the forest trails. I cruise the woods barely dressed and bend over for anyone. Spring unlocks some primal, rutting season, urge in me!

So hot! Can't wait for the next chapter!

So hot! There is nothing better than the first few cruising trips of the year: bright sun, finally warm temperatures, and guys coming out of hibernation looking to breed. I'm looking forward to (or lusting for) my first outdoor action of 2025. Thanks for sharing!

Amazing! Thanks for the update and congrats on the piercings. So hot!

Let us know how it goes! My nipples are super sensitive and hardwired to my cock. My biggest regret is never having mine done.

1. Lost my virginity getting barebacked on the 50-yd line of a highschool football field 2. Coat check room at a theater during a performance 3. Park picnic table in a shelter when 2 elderly ladies walked down the path: "What are those two doing over there, Agnes?" 4. In a van in a mall parking lot on New Years Eve 5. Front row of a porn theater in Toledo, OH that turned into a gangbang 6. On a nature trail, was busted by a MF couple who stopped to watch and cheer me on 7. Most recently: railed by a BBC parking lot between a bank and an ABS in Erie, PA

Also a total bottom here. I posted this in the health forum on Friday. A new study from January says DoxyPEP reduced chlamydia rates by 79% and syphilis rates by 80%. For gonorrhea, reduction in rates was 44% in the penis, 19% in the rectum, but did not reduce infection in the mouth/throat. I'm not sure how effective douching afterwards would be? I guess the idea would be to flush out the cum / bacteria before it had a chance to do anything. However it wouldn't have 100% removal and could just push everything deeper? I'll just stick with doxy even with the reduced effectiveness. Link to the paper: [think before following links] https://jamanetwork.com/journals/jamainternalmedicine/fullarticle/2828994?lid=wcx4wi1ftdcs

New study from January says DoxyPEP reduced chlamydia rates by 79% and syphilis rates by 80%. For gonorrhea, reduction in rates was 44% in the penis, 19% in the rectum, but did not reduce infection in the mouth/throat. Link to the paper, and all the data for the other nerdy science sluts like me: [think before following links] https://jamanetwork.com/journals/jamainternalmedicine/fullarticle/2828994?lid=wcx4wi1ftdcs

Amazing story! There's an abandoned pickup truck at one of my favourite cruising spots. I love bending over the tailgate and waiting for guys to walk up and use me. Now I realize I need a mattress in the truckbed to really get things going!

Amazing! Nothing is hotter than being in an alley or a park, after dark, getting used like a slut!

Fuck yes! AMAZING story!