Homophobic dude requests directions by LavishDidi
Last year, in December, I decided to go for a walk in the evening to get some air. It was a cold night and promised to rain, but I was wearing a hoodie. A friend called me and I was strolling through a parking lot, where I sometimes suck dick in the guys cars.
It was after midnight, so there were very few cars. A white minivan turned around and stopped a few meters from me. He opened the passenger window, whistled at me and called out "Hey kid, come here!"
I approached a little fearfully. I don't live in a dangerous area and I'm used to walking the streets late at night and I've never had any problems, but you never know...
He was a young guy, no older than 35, with shaved hair, a military look, a close-cropped beard and a broad torso and arms without being too muscular.
"Good evening, how are you?"
"Yeah, look, I'm a bit lost here, a friend told me there was a strip joint or a whore house here. Any idea where it is?"
I wanted to laugh. I did know there was something like that nearby, but I thought it would be closed by now.
"I think so, but I can't tell you the name of the street. But I can look it up on the maps"
"Come in and show me the way there. Is that all right?"
I felt a chill in my spine as I looked at the material on his tracksuit pants. I felt like that could lead to something. I opened the door and got in. The car was spacious. It smelled of men's after-shave and sweat. I took a deep breath to calm my heart. He started the car and pulled out of the parking lot.
He picked up his cell phone and started making a call while I gave him some directions.
"Hey man; look, I'm already here where you told me and I can't find the whore house you mentioned. Send me the address of that shithole." His friend said something I didn't understand.
"And you don't even know, I caught a fag walking down the street." he laughed out loud. "Yeah man, a fucking faggot. He's taking me there."
I was a bit scared, thinking he was going to hurt me. The conversation lasted a few more seconds and then he hung up.
"You're a faggot, I saw right through you."
I kept quiet.
"I saw how you looked at this." He grabbed the bulge in his pants with his hand. "Do you want to suck it? I'll save some money if I don't have to pay to whores."
I couldn't believe my luck. That exemplar of masculinity and roughness offering me his cock at random late at night.
"Can I suck it?" I asked fearfully in my shy little voice.
"You can and you should, gay boy. Just let me stop the fucking car somewhere. Tell me where I can stop and fill your mouth."
I pointed him in the direction of a dead-end street that led to a field I know and he stopped there. It was pouring with rain and the car fogged up in three minutes.
"Suck it faggot!!!" said the guy haughtily.
"Yes, boss." I replied submissively.
"That's right, you know what you're good for."
I threw myself between his legs and pulled his cock out of his pants. He didn't have any underwear on. It was big and slightly crooked, a heavy cock. I licked it until it was fully erect. I sucked on his balls. He grabbed my face from the side and started thrusting his hard cock into my mouth, mercilessly. I choked.
"No complaints faggot, open your mouth."
He didn't give me a chance, he had me firmly in his strong arms. He took off his shirt and his chest was covered in tattoos. He was clearly military because of the tattoos. His veiny, thick and hard cock invaded my mouth, making me tense up.
"Suck your boss's cock. I caught you in the street to suck me off, didn't you realize? Shaking your ass like some chick. Now suck it."
He gave me some freedom and I started sucking his cock's head with strong suction while he jerked it. Every now and then he'd take his cock and slap my face with it while calling me names, it felt like a rock, so hard it was. I moaned. The rain hitting the windows was strong at that point. The musky smell of his balls and cock invading my nostrils as he fucked my throat without any concern for my well-being. I drooled all over myself, the seat of his car was all wet. I can't say how long the blowjob lasted, but I know my mouth was numb until he warned me:
"I'm going to cum faggot, don't take your mouth off."
He grabbed my face roughly again and held me steady while he grunted like an animal and filled my throat with hot cum. After a few shots of milk, I took my mouth away to breathe. My mouth was all fucked and spurting.
"What a Fuckin' blowjob. I'll drop you off in the parking lot."
Without saying another word, he left me where he'd picked me up and I went home in the rain, with cum on my stomach and one more hot experience to tell.
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