Dusk falls on the wooded parking lot. I’m early thirties, slim, smooth, looking younger. Girlfriend waits at home, clueless. Heart pounds as I park. Been months since last cock play. This 50-year-old from online chats wants quick fun. Cars sparse. I step out, cruise the paths. Guys grope in bushes, vanish satisfied. Smiles nod my way. New car pulls in. Driver grins—it’s him. Slide into passenger seat. ‘Suck my cock now, you little slut,’ he growls, reclining. His long, thin dick springs free. I stroke, peel foreskin slow. He throbs. ‘Don’t cum in my mouth,’ I warn, but dive in. Lick head, sniff clean musk. Enfold him deep, tongue swirling, cheeks hollowing. Suck sounds fill the car. He gropes my ass, fingers my hole wet. I’m rock hard. Glance up—voyeur at window, jerking furiously, eyes locked on me. Thrill surges. I amp it: tongue his shaft, lap balls, stare back like a whore. Partner groans, ‘Gonna cum.’ I jerk him off. Thick ropes splatter his belly. We clean, I slip away, buzzing from the show.
Few days later, morning bike ride. Same parking flashes memory, cock twitches. Deep in woods, pause by TGV tunnel. Cyclist rolls up, 60s, grinning. ‘Come here often?’ Chat flows. Then: ‘You stay in car at dusk, suck like a pro in lycra.’ My blood freezes—he’s the voyeur. Bulge tents his shorts. ‘Follow me, piggy.’ I pedal after, daylit woods be damned. He stops by tree, leans back. Kneel, yank lycra down. Hard cock slaps out. Gobble it hungry, hands roam chest, ass, balls. Finger his hole. He grips hair, thrusts. Sudden jet hits palate—I pull off, he sprays face, jersey, hair. Messy cum slut on knees. He laughs, offers shower at his place nearby. Can’t ride home wrecked. Follow to his house.
Igniting the Craving on the Parking Lot
Clean up, sip drinks. Door opens—Yves storms in, massive, muscled bear. Kisses Bernard quick. Eyes me: ‘This pig sucked you off good?’ Bernard spills all: parking, my show. Yves unzips, hauls out monster cock—thick, purple head. Pushes my head down. Chokes my throat, musky, rough fucks my face. Upstairs, he strips, sprawls naked. I undress slow, climb between thighs. Kiss pecs, but he claims mouth deep. Bernard rims my ass, sucks me off. I explode down his throat. Back to Yves’ dick, ass up. Mirror shows slutty me. Bernard tongues hole, fingers deep. ‘Ready to fuck?’ Yves lubes, spanks ass red. Thumb preps, then presses in. Pain stabs—I whimper. Slow thrusts build pleasure. Grabs hair, slams balls-deep. ‘Love getting ass-fucked, bitch?’ Spanks demand yes. ‘Fuck me like your whore!’ He pounds merciless, I beg more. Mirror view insane. Bernard face-fucks me. Yves roars, fills condom. Bernard cums down throat—I swallow all. Sore, spent, bike home. Lunch with girlfriend. Secret burns sweet, craving next time.