Cruising on a Different Path - Part 2
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This is part 2 of this ongoing story.
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Consent is sexy.
"Was wondering if I was going to have to come get you," the hulking older man said as I stood up from the driver's seat.
His voice was deep and sexy but there was a slight teasing playfulness in his tone that gave me a bit of comfort and courage to step closer. I've had this fantasy many times, a dominant older man using me as his submissive faggot and even though my cock is hard at the idea of it happening, I was nervous as fuck.
"Come on over boy, I don't bite," he said.
His sly smile relaxes me enough to step closer to him.
"Sorry, I'm a little nervous. I don't usually do this," I confessed with a suddenly very dry mouth.
"Ha, yeah, gathered that," he lets out a soft chuckle, "Glad you followed me out here. Was hoping I'd get to use your mouth in the john but this is much better," he said gesturing to the wide open privacy of the forest around us.
I just give him a curious look.
"I was there when you walked in desperate to take a leak so I went there looking for you. Surprised how long it took you to find it since you were doing the desperate dance," he laughed again as he grabbed his crotch, tightened his thighs, and hopped around mocking my earlier desperation.
"Oh, yeah..."
I felt an odd ease in his words. I would've been embarrassed about being called out for looking like a kid who couldn't hold his bladder but something about what he said, the fact that he made an effort to seek me out at first made me feel like he was no stranger to anonymous, cruisy man-on-man action. His bulging crotch and the confirmation that the nasty jock I saw in the adjoining stall were his had me lusting after him with very little concern if this was a total mistake.
"I'm Griz," he smiled but made no move to shake
"Billy," I croak out, excited but still frozen from nerves and unsure of whether or not he could tell that I gave him a fake name,
"Don't be shy Billy Boy..." I can't help but blush, nothing about my broad frame and strong features give the impression I'm a boy but I felt my dick twitch when he called me that. "Let me get a better look at you."
"Yes, sir."
As I took a slow step closer he holds up one of his big calloused hands.
"Strip first."
I blush again but fuck, this is so hot, he is so hot. I peel my sweat-soaked tank from my toned body and toss it aside, not caring where it landed. My hands were shaking as I shoved down my shorts and kicked them off, leaving me in nothing but my sweat and precum-soaked jock, straining from my rigid boner, and sneakers.
"Very nice," he growled as his hand reached to the bulge to slowly rub the length that seemed to be growing behind the confines of his jeans.
It's an odd thrill standing there almost naked in the middle of the woods while this rugged older man eyes me up and down. He beckons me with a finger and a grin and I slowly step forward.
"Crawl," he says in a deep rumbly growl that sends shivers down my spine.
There was a shift in his tone, that frightened and excited me as I understood there would be clearly defined roles between us. I threw caution to the wind in every sense of the word. My cock is painfully hard, leaking and straining in the little fabric pouch as I drop to my knees in nonverbal consent to his control.
The grass, dirt, and rocks dug into my skin as I crawled the short distance between us, doing my best not to ask myself what the fuck I had just gotten into and be as seductive as I could. If he wanted a slut, I would be the best willing whore he ever met.
That's the best part of anonymous sex, you can be anyone you want in the time it takes to get each other off and I was going to be someone I very rarely let myself be.
By the time I got in front of him, and straighted up so I was eye level with his bulge, he pulled me by the back of my neck and ground my face into his crotch. Even through the thick denim my nostrils filled with that heady scent of man, the mix of sweat, piss, and cum that had been collecting there.
It drives me fucking wild - the stink of testosterone and fluids. It had been far too long since I had this kind of ripe muskiness. I eagerly inhaled, deeply breathing in as I nuzzle the firming mound underneath.
"Yeah, that's what you wanted isn't it?"
"Yes Sir," I pant on a heavy exhale.
He yanked my hair, forcing me to look up at him, staring at my own reflection in his glasses. He spat a long slow dribble of saliva from his lips and gave a tug to my locks just in time to signal me to open my mouth so the fluid landed right on my tongue.
Fuck this guy was good.
He definitely had the experience so many other "masc, dom, tops" pretended to have. This was not forced, it was natural to him and I was growing more and more desperate for it.
"I knew you were going to be a good pig when you waited for me outside of the toilet," he said with a tantalizing yet evil grin, "Go on..."
I felt my face flush, both from being called out yet again for being so obvious and then for not quite knowing what he wanted in that moment. But, when I did, my hands flew to the waist of his jeans. I tried to look at what I was doing but he gave my hair another tug as my fingers fumbled blindly with his button and zipper.
"You're a nasty boy, aren't you?"
"Yes, Daddy."
"I thought so," he chuckled.
Before my eyes could even focus on the dingy, stained fabric bulging from his now straining open fly my face was against the damp, rank pouch. I could feel the heat of his girthy length expand underneath and my nose was filled with his masculinity.
"Fuck," I moaned savoring every inhale.
"Dirty boy, needs the stink of a real man."
I could hear the smile in his words. He had really lucked out finding me, as I did him. I don't know where my inhibitions were, I was delirious with lust. His stench was the perfect amount of strong, - on the verge of making my eyes water but not overboard where it was fowl. There was just the right blend of testosterone and fluids that I couldn't contain my tongue inside my mouth. I was lapping at the salty, crusty, swampy, threadbare fabric, sucking the sticky fresh wet spot all while huffing as deep as I could.
I reached both hands up towards the thick elastic waistband, eager to taste what was underneath, but his hands were faster, grabbing both of my wrists and yanking them over and back, pinning behind my head. My eyes flew up in excitement disguised as surprise - I knew they were showing how needy, hungry, and desperate I was.
"Not so fast boy," he growled and pulled me up by my own hands in his at my neck and his free hand grasping my jaw.
At some point while I was lost worshiping his rank crotch he had ditched his shirt and as I raised from my knees my face dragged over his protruding yet solid belly. My tongue ran up the dark trail of hair from his waist to his naval then the slick skin that was naturally smooth until I reached the sweaty patch of hair between his massive pecs. He let go of my arms so he could put me in a headlock, crushing me against his solid sweaty chest.
"Suck daddy's big muscle tit like a good girl."
No one had ever called me a girl before and something about the way he said it in his commanding lusty tone excited me.
"Yeth Daddy" I panted with my lips against his skin, sucking the dark pink areola of his rough erect nipples into my mouth.
With every swirl of my tongue or nibble of my teeth, I was rewarded with a deep growl or moan. He was rocking and thrusting, humping the air in pleasure from the stimulation my mouth was giving him.
He pulled my head away for a moment, yanking my hair so I had to face him again just in time for another thick wad of saliva to be spat in my mouth. He chuckled and gave me an evil-knowing grin before shoving two of his thick calloused fingers into my mouth.
Watching all of it play out in the reflection of his sunglasses was crazy - I almost didn't recognize the desperate man so eagerly submitting, giving in to every single demand so willingly with a look that bordered on what some might call pathetic but was full of hunger. I didn't know the first thing about this guy yet I was obeying more than I had to anyone before.
In the middle of no where, no less!
His fingers explored my sucking mouth, reaching deeper, testing my reflexes. I worked them, showing off my oral skills and how far down my throat went, teasing my talented muscles, so eager to please him.
"MMM that's nice," he growled before pulling them from my drooling mouth and shoving my face to his other solid pec, "Don't forget this one faggot."
I tensed up briefly, wondering if I was going to be in trouble but even without seeing his eyes, I knew the risk was definitely going to be worth it. As my lips clamped around his left nipple I could start to smell the ripe odor from his armpit just as his two spit-soaked fingers found their way to my ass, searching my deep trench for my hole, parting the damp swirls of sweaty hairs surrounding it.
"Oh fuck, that's a tight pussy you got there," he groaned, holding my head tighter and teasing my entrance, "Gonna feel so good when Daddy's cock opens you up."
A tiny part of me wanted to protest, tell this stranger I was only ok with sucking him off - there was a tiny spike of fear that I wouldn't be able to handle what no doubt would be a rough pounding - but as he pulled me into his armpit, smothering me with his strong manly stench, my back curved, my ass pushed back, and my hole puckered against his fingertips as I moaned heavily.
"Such a nasty girl, lick those ripe pits clean," he goaded, "Suck up all Daddy's stinky sweat."
I had already been lapping at the wet hairs but his words made me attack with vigor as I inhaled the earthy stench of this rugged stranger. Rubbing my face all over to get his stink in my beard.
My cock was so hard it hurt and I couldn't help thrusting my hips, desperate for the friction grinding against his treetrunk of a thigh provided.
"You like that faggot, don't you? The way a real man smells?"
"MMHmmmph," I moaned out a muffled whimper.
His fingers were spreading and toying with my hairy cunt, teasing it in a way that made it ravenous to get fucked and I couldn't help the sigh of disappointment when the prodding pressure stopped.
I heard the crack of his palm across one of my fat cheeks before I felt the sting. The second one was harder and the sound echoed through the empty forest. I'm pretty sure birds flew from trees and other wild critters scurried off from the sound as his large paws roughly grabbed the meaty burning flesh of my ass.
"Yeah, that's a great pussy." he sighed in satisfaction and finally released his hold on my head, allowing me to come up for air.
I gasped the fresh oxygen with the stench of him embedded in my mustache. Panting, salivating, and hornier than fuck I stood by waiting for his next command.
He turned to his truck and let down the back gate, patted the flatbed and nodded toward it.
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