The First Encounter

When I was eighteen living in Syracuse New York, my life was a constant flurry of sexual adventures. My daily trek through an area known as Columbus Circle offered an opportunity for me to pretty much find a sex partner at will. It was a well-traveled, hotbed for gay activity. A twink, such as I was, could easily find a man in his forties and older seeking sexual relief almost twenty four hours a day.

The first encounter came one day when I was walking home from my job as a bellman at a downtown hotel. It was around ten thirty and raining slightly. As I walked in the circle proper, a man in his late forties or early fifties pulled his Cadillac to the curb with his passenger window nearest me. He honked the horn and lowered the window,

“Need a lift?” he shouted.
I approached the car and replied, “I think that I am okay.”

Just as I said that I looked down and could not have missed his rather large and thick semi-hard cock sticking out of his pants. My mouth watered.
“Perhaps you could give me one?” He quipped back.
“What do you have in mind?” I asked.

“I want my cock sucked kid, what the else you think I wanted?” he snapped back.
“I think that I can do that,” I said.
“Then hop in boy,” he replied with a smile on his face.

With that, I opened the door and hopped in. He was a good looking guy in a business suit and had the appearance of a careful dresser, well except for that cock sticking out.
“Do you know a good place to go?” He asked.

I knew of a dark parking lot a few blocks away that was across the street from a few adult book stores. I had walked past there many a times and had often seen heads bobbing and steamed windows. So I reached down and took his cock in my hand.
“Turn right at the light, then two blocks and turn left on Adams Street,” I instructed as I stroked him.

He did as I asked and when he saw the parking lot, he knew what I had in mind. He pulled to the rear and backed up to a railroad abutment. He looked around and like I mentioned previously, he saw a few cars parked nearby with steamed up windows.
“I guess this is a safe,” he said as he turned off the engine.
“As safe a place as any,” I said rhetorically.

He then moved his seat all the way back and reclined it slightly as he reached down and un did his belt and top pants button. I immediately returned to softly stroking him.
“Nice and slow or, fast and furious?” I asked as I looked him in the eye.
“Start slow and make it wet kid, I will tell you what to do as you go along,” he said softly.

So I bent down and took his cock in my mouth. It quickly grew to a full blown hard on as I slowly bobbed up and down letting as much saliva drip as I could. He put his hands up behind his head and wrestled himself into a more comfortable position and I savored that rod of his. With each downward bob I got his cock to go deeper down my throat, often stimulating a gag reflex. He became more relaxed with every moment and moaned occasionally as I dined on his manhood.
“You’re a good little cocksucker,” he whispered, “You suck like a whore and I like that.”
“That’s it bitch, take it, take it all.”

I kept as steady a pace as I could, eventually squeezing my hand through his pants to cup his balls. His cock kept swelling and his hips were now thrusting slightly. He tasted so clean even as drops of pre-com began to arouse my taste buds. I continued for about five minutes at that pace in a way wishing he would cum, in another wishing that it would never end.
“You like that cock don’t you boy?” he murmured. “You want it so much don’t you?”
“Lick my balls bitch,” he commanded.

I immediately stopped sucking and stuck my tongue out reaching for his balls. I could feel his zipper on my chin as I was every square inch of his scrotum, as he brought one hand down and started stroking his pecker.
“That’s right you piece of shit, do what daddy tells you.” He moaned.

Then without warning he grabbed me with both hands by the hair and ears. He yanked my head up and slammed it into his rod. He was forcefully pushing my head up and down his shaft making me chock and gag. It was evident that resistance would be futile.
“You’re gonna take all slut,” he said in a raised voice, “I am going to shove my cock right through you and out of your ass, you pussy piece of shit!”

He kept slamming my head, pulling my ears and hair tighter and making sure that I knew he was in control. His cock poked at the back at my throat and felt almost like a knife at times. Faster and harder he drove my head. Over and over what seemed like an eternity? Then with a force that felt like a sledge hammer one final shove, one deep thrust as hot seaman started to squirt down my throat like a fire hose.

There was so much cum that it dripped out both sides of my mouth even though I was trying so hard to swallow every drop. Then he let go and I raised my head and fell back in my seat leaning back on the head rest with my mouth open. I thought he was cleaning himself as I sat there eyes closed and mouth open. He didn’t say a word until he shoved a piece of paper in my open mouth.
“GET THE fuck OUT OF MY CAR FAGGOT! “He shouted with an angry voice.

I was now quite frightened. I opened the door and jumped out not looking back. After a few steps I reached in my mouth to see what he shoved in it. It was a twenty dollar bill wet with a combination of his cum and my saliva. I turned around to say thank you for some reason, but as I did he spun his tires and drove off before I could.

I never got the ride home, but I really didn’t mind ;)