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Is the correct answer to her is that I "hate" sucking cock, but do it as a community service because I'm really, really good at it? Also it's a gateway to getting bareback fucked, which is what I really like. Legal opinions?

I was an idiot and had forgotten to turn the sound off on my phone. The trilling “bloop” of the Grindr app echoed in the backseat. As I fumbled for my phone it trilled 3 more times, I looked up and saw the eyes of my driver in the rearview mirror. Nothing was said as I set my notifications to silent and fumbled with my rapidly hardening cock. Closer to my destination he pulled into a quiet parking lot at the entrance to some forest trails. “Sorry, I have to urinate”, he said in a soft Middle Eastern accent. I watched his muscular, olive skinned body get out of the car and walk toward the treeline. When he returned to his car he sat in the driver’s seat, not starting the car, staring into the rearview mirror until I finally looked up. “There are other ways to tip your driver, my friend.”, he said. “I don’t understand”, I said, a puzzled look crossing my face “Don’t be naive. I heard that notification on your phone. I hear it all the time when driving and we both know what it is for. You can supplement my tip now, or walk the rest of your trip”. My mouth dropped open as he got out of the car again and opened the rear door beside me. I turned my head to be face to face with a thick, olive, cock. His hand reached out, grabbed my chin, and pulled it toward the circumcised head of his semi-flaccid penis. Instinctively I opened my mouth and he pushed onto my moist tongue. I closed my eyes and started to suck, unbuckling my seatbeat and turning toward him to be in a better position for what was to come. My driver took this as an invitation to ramp up his desires, grabbed the back of my head, and impaled me on his rapidly lengthening manhood. I gagged and felt my breath cut off. He held my head until I started squirming and my eyes began to water. He released me and I pulled back, his slime-covered cock sliding out of my mouth. My eyes widened as I saw the beast in front of me. I did a quick measurement with my hand and his rock hard cock was about 8.5-9 inches in length, and 7 inches in circumference. Before I could catch my breath I felt his hands grip the side of my head and impale my skull again on his cock, setting up a rhythm of 4 quick shallow thrusts, followed by a deep invasion of my throat that he held for what seemed like an eternity, cutting off my air supply until he heard me gaga and start to squirm against his grasp. With each deep thrust he tried to drive deeper into my throat, making sure I couldn’t adapt to his needs and wouldn’t forget who was in charge. After about 5 minutes he thrust as deep as he could, my nose being pushed into his trimmed pubic patch, as he held my head for the longest period yet, before finally releasing my head and pulling out of my mouth, a thick stream of slime connecting my mouth to his manhood. I looked up through tear-streaked eyes, gasping to refill my lungs with air. “Get your pants off.”, he demanded, “You haven’t tipped enough”. I turned my body fully toward the open back door and fumbled with my pants, hurriedly opening them and pulling them to my ankles. He snorted a laugh at the blue and yellow jockstrap I was wearing. Lifting my legs by my ankles he pushed me onto my back and pulled off my pants, shoes, and socks in one fluid motion. He yanked my now naked legs apart to expose my newly shaved hole. He sneered when he saw my flaccid cock, already submitting to his superior masculinity. He spit on his fingers and moved them to my hole, roughly shoving in two fingers before quickly adding a third. I moaned and squirmed against the invasion as he roughly opened my hole. I could feel my body surrendering to him and I started craving his cock. I need that monster in me, molding me to his desires. My eyes were closed and I was moaning softly when I felt his fingers leave me and his thick cockhead press against my hole. I sucked in a quick breath as his invasion began. Despite my efforts to relax my hole I could still feel the stretch as his cockhead eventually slipped in, followed by the unrelenting incursion of his shaft. What followed was 10-15 minutes of furious, unstoppable, rutting; a man using a submissive for his own pleasure and biological needs. I held on for dear life (figuratively and literally grabbing any handhold I could find), pushing back against the onslaught, trying to force my hole to relax. Finally, I heard a loud bellow and a final thrust, his manhood breeding my hole and marking me as his forever. Breathing hard, he pulled out, leaving a gaping sloppy cavern where my hole once was. Reaching into the car, he grabbed my neck and pulled me into a somewhat seated position, forcing his slimy cock into my mouth for me to clean. Reaching down he picked my pants and shoes off the ground before throwing them at me, slamming the car door, and driving me to my destination.

I've done it a few times: walked out of a cruisy mall bathroom with a thick cum facial, walked a forest trail from a cruise spot to my car through a group of bird watchers, and strolled a busy street in a city's gay village (with cheers and applause) after taking a few loads in an alley behind a bathhouse. Love the bewildered look of "that guy has something on his face" that turns to "is that what I think it is?". People in the gay village definitely knew what it was, lol.

So hot! Thanks for sharing and looking forward to more stories from you. Nothing makes a bottom more of a bottom than having that sigmoid curve penetrated and tamed!

I haven't found any downtown. Most places have facilities maintenance that patch them very quickly. In the older picnic areas of highway rest stops though, all kinds!

Amazing story! Thanks for sharing it.

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Wow memories! Loved gay.com back in the day. It was the first online site I experienced, loved the local chat rooms, and was responsible for me losing my virginity. Miss that site every time I log into one of the current sites

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.

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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!