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Date: Wed, 9 Apr 2025 10:27:20 -0400
From: AC <hryjknyk@gmail.com>
Subject: Cruising on a Different Path - Part 3

Cruising on a Different Path - Part 2 - Gay Encounters/Urination


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This is part 3 of 8 from this story.

This series is fiction. It will depict many different fetish themes over
the subsequent chapters. If you are not interested in m/m kinky gay rough
sex, this is not for you. If you are, get ready!

Consent is sexy.

My body trembled as I hoisted myself onto the flatbed of his truck.

Whether the trembles were from nerves or excitement, I couldn't tell. I
was hypnotized and desperate to be used by this rugged stranger.

"Yeah that is grade a jock pussy right there," he said and I could feel
his warm breath tickling the sweaty hairs in my deep trench.

"Oh fuck yeah!" I growled as he viciously, almost violently drove his
tongue into my hole.

He chewed, licked spat, spanked, and ravaged my ass. The coarse hairs of
his stubble scraped the sensitive skin surrounding my hungry, hairy
cunt. It felt incredible and was making me absolutely feral.

I couldn't resist pushing back into his face. I hadn't noticed the cheap
comforter laid out across the flatbed of his truck when I climbed up, but
I was grateful it was there. Not bothering to wonder how many men had
been fucked on the thin worn blanket, I collapsed forward so my chest was
bracing my upper body so I could reach back and spread my fat cheeks
apart, hoping the assault on my pucker would get more invasive.

I could feel his growls vibrating inside me. Every deep grunt sent precum
surging from my rigid cock that was aching for freedom from the tight,
moist confines of my jockstrap.

Between his aggressive tongue fucking and the earlier fingering, not to
mention the smells lingering in my beard and penetrating my nostrils, as
well as the fact that all this was happening in the middle of the forest
with a total stranger, I knew I wouldn't last long. I couldn't help
myself I reached between my legs but my hand was swiftly swated away and
guided back to my abandoned cheek, all while his tongue snaked deeper
into my wanton hole.

"Fuck me, daddy," I whimpered desperately.

"You want my big cock stretching out your tight cunt?"

"Please, sir."

I had never been so turned on by being such a submissive cock hungry slut
but I was into it more than I could've imagined.

The truck sagged from the weight of his body climbing up and I felt the
heat of his thick legs on either side of my hips with my ass still
perched in the air. His rough hands grab my waist and before I know it
I'm being lifted off my knees and flipped on my back.

I blink a few times, letting my eyes adjust to see his silhouette
towering over me. He still has his hat and glasses on but nothing else
restricts any part of him except for his worn boots. If I weren't so
distracted by the thick piece of dripping meat jutting out and curving up
from his unkempt salt and pepper bush I probably would have been
disappointed that the rank threadbare jock was no longer on his solid,
beefy body.

"You like this, faggot?" he growls as his fingers wrap around the base
of his shaft and heavy low hangers.

"Yes sir," I whispered, hypnotized by and hungry for it.

"Be a good girl? Get it nice and wet?"

It wasn't a question, it was an order. There was no time to answer even
if it was - his free hand had tangled in my hair and yanked my face to
his crotch, giving me just enough time to open my mouth. My tongue was
rewarded with the gooey tip of his cock slapping my outstretched tongue a
few times. I wasn't sure if I should close my lips around it and start
sucking but I knew it wasn't really up to me anyway. I savored the taste
of his precum with every wet smack.

"That's it, use your tongue, clean up all that baby batter."

He made it so easy to submit and I had never been so happy to take
orders.

I used every trick I knew to make him moan like an obedient hungry cock
sucker, swirling my tongue around the bulbous spongey tip, tracing and
lapping everywhere, making sure to lick up every drop of steadily flowing
precum. It was bitter, salty, but not sour and I couldn't get enough.
Worshiping the fat head only made me more desperate, he could sense it
too.

"I got me a real starved faggot," he laughed as he yanked my hair back
and spat into my mouth.

I was going to swallow it and say thank you sir but before I could, his
thick meat was pushing past my lips, tongue, and forcing it's way down
my throat as he pulled my head toward his musky crotch.

I had about three-quarters of him down, I could taste and smell all the
piss, cum, and sweat as he held me there. My cock was so hard, straining
my jock as I worked my cheeks and tongue on his shaft, breathing through
my nose so I didn't choke.

"Fuck, that's good," he growled and slapped my cheek.

He yanked me back, and I gasped for air.

"Like the way a real man's cock tastes?"

"Yes sir," I panted with drool hanging from my lips.

He pulled me in again, not stopping this time until my nose was crushed
against his pelvis and he held me there by wrapping one of his bulbous
calves over my shoulders. I did my best not to gag, spit was pouring from
the corners of my mouth as my throat muscles contracted around him. I
wanted to be the best little faggot I could and with stinging eyes, I
looked up into my reflection in his glasses.

It was so fucking hot watching myself be used by this stranger/

"Oh fuck, that's it, that's it," he groaned, nodding with a lusty
smile as his hands worked on his nipples.

He used his leg to start guiding me back and forth, switching between
short quick pumps and long slow deep plunges. Every thrust made his heavy
sack smack my chin as spit poured from my mouth around his cock and my
body wretched.

The relentless skull fucking was getting to be too much but I knew it
wasn't up to me. All I could do was grab his beefy ass and brace for
dear life as sweat and tears blurred my eyes that never stopped staring
up at him.

I knew I could have pushed him off me, but I loved every second of being
used, truly allowing me to give up all control in a way I never had.

"Fuck, that mouth is good, slut." he said holding me all the way down,
"But I can't get my girl pregnant down her throat."

Just as I was on the verge of blacking out he finally withdrew.

I had only a few seconds to gasp and sputter before he kicked my legs
open and knelt between them. He looked so fucking hot, dripping in sweat,
his cock dripping with my slobber - all of him glistening in the sun.

I knew what was coming next and was as excited as I was nervous based on
the rough throat fucking. I could feel my hole tingle in anticipation and
there was no way I wasn't going to at least try to take a pounding from
this beast.


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