One of the oddities of the world is that in certain towns you can get laid easily and in others you better have a good right hand. Take Rochester, NY this is an uptight town in which it is nearly impossible to get laid until you have lived there for twenty years. If you are a traveler just passing through and just looking for a bit of strange from either sex you aren't going to find it.
Luckily this night, several years ago I wasn't in Rochester, but another town that was just the opposite. Unfortunately it was a Tuesday evening and not a good time. The motel had a live band and usually this is a good sign, but except for a few travelers such as myself there was nothing doing. After a couple of beers decided to try the local bars, hopped in my car and took off. The first place was as bad as the motel as was the second. So went to the downtown area and found a place had visited in the past, called The David. Figured I might as well queer out for the evening, chances were better that way.
They have as their decoration a large plastic replica of the famous statue of David. Which tells you right away what the orientation is in that local. Guess it was the Tuesday evening, but the place was empty. The bartender looked bored and there was a couple of skaggy looking guys there but nothing exciting. After a couple of beers decided to head back to the motel and get a good night's sleep for a change.
Walking back to the car a guy came out of the alley. Apparently he had used the wall to relieve himself. He had on track shoes, a dress shirt and jeans cutoff real high. He grinned at me and asked: "Anything going on inside?"
"Nope, dull night, nothing going on anywhere in town."
"Gee that's too bad." He walked over to me and I could see his cutoffs were it, the head of his cock was hanging out to one side of his jeans. He saw me staring at his cock, "You like it?"
"Looks nice." I said reaching down and touching it, the cock jumped in my hand.
"You mess around?"
"Yeah, I mess around."
"Come on I'll give you a lift in my car."
I followed him as he led me to his car. We are going back a few years; it was a full sized station wagon, Chevy or Pontiac, the older kind that you could haul nine people in with ease. Did look at the plate though and saw he was from a nearby town only 60 miles away. Probably didn't want to be recognized.
We settled into the front seat and his hand immediately went to my thigh. I put my hand in his lap and found his cock. While we felt each other up we kissed. When we finally came up for air he took his shorts down and pushed me into his lap.
Kissing and sucking his cock and balls he became hard almost immediately, he was as horny as I was. . Soon he was working on my trousers as getting them off as I ate him, he had a nice cock with a long foreskin. Apparently he had been drinking too, since he didn't cum in my mouth, after my best efforts.
He pulled me off his cock and we kissed again, by now he had my jeans and shorts down and was caressing my cock and balls, thrusting my cock into his hand I whispered: "Fuck me."
"Lets get in the back." So I stripped off my trousers and shorts and climbed into the back and he followed me. Both rear seats were down and he had a thin mattress back there all prepared. I don't know, maybe it is nostalgia, or just my comfort zone. When I am in the mood to be fucked I want to take it from behind. Perhaps it is because the first guy that had me did me that way, in the back seat of his car. Of maybe it is because it's the easiest position in which to let someone fuck you. In any event I lay down, spreading my cheeks and invited him to go for a ride.
He came up behind me reached around and fondled my cock as he searched for me with his cock in his other hand. I could fell the long foreskin tickle me as probed, goose bumps spread over my body. Finally he found my sweet spot and began to sink in me. As the head of cock sunk down that two inches of muscle, I could feel the foreskin slid back, so I pushed back to get him totally in me. Then he sunk home and I let out a little groan from the pressure of his cock. You know how it is, you can feel your lovers cock in the pit of your belly, you don't know whether to laugh or cry, but you do want it there.
He was quite good, slamming me hard in and out, soon we had a rhythm going as he pushed in I pushed back. I got up on my knees to get him in deeper. He had been drinking so by the time he came I was well fucked. I grabbed his hand, which was still around my cock, and together we got me off, messing up the bedding.
Pulling out he grabbed a rag and wiped himself off then wiped me, sopping up the cum I had spilled. I took the rag from him and wiped his cock more thoroughly, still horny, and feeling all soft and gushy from his love making, I wanted to go down on him. Rolling over I took him in my mouth and soon he was hard again. He grabbed my head and pumped his cock in to my mouth. I embraced his ass and pulled him in as deep as possible, finger his asshole as he fucked my mouth. All too soon he came I continued to suck him. I rolled his foreskin back and rimmed the head of his cock and massaged his balls as he spasmed in my mouth.
Not saying another word I dressed and went to my own car. You didn't expect anything else did you? We weren't going to pick out furniture next, just too lonely people needing to get their rocks off. Limping a little on my way back to my car as I felt his cum dribble out of me, he had fucked me very thoroughly and must had shot a pint of cum in me. I knew would be a bit bowlegged in the morning. That's the way it goes sometimes and that is why I like that town.