Cruising night

I park the car on the shoulder, just before the roundabout at exit 32 of the A5. I turn off the lights but leave the engine running. I roll down the driver’s window, as if I were waiting for someone. But I’m not waiting for anyone. I’m offering myself.

After five minutes, a black SUV pulls up beside me. The guy driving must be around forty-five, fifty, thick graying beard, hairy even in the eyebrows. He looks me up and down without hiding it. He nods toward the dirt shoulder beyond the abandoned gas station. I follow him.

We park side by side, out of sight of the road. He gets out. Six foot one, two hundred and twenty pounds of bear, tight jeans, open plaid shirt showing a fucking forest of gray hair. Without a word, he grabs me by the nape and shoves me against the hood of my own car.

“Pull down your pants, faggot. I don’t have all night.”

I obey. My knees shake as the cold air bites your bare ass. He gets behind me, I hear the sound of the belt, the zipper, and then a spit into my own hole. No lubricant. No need.

“What a fucking fox you’ve got, you look like a bitch in heat.”

He shoves his cock into me all at once, the whole thing, without warning. I let out a moan that is half pain, half submission. He starts fucking me dry, hard, holding my hips with those bear hands, marking my bones. Every thrust slams me against the hood. The metal is cold, my cock drips against the front wheel.

“Look at yourself, whore. Here and open for a stranger. Your wife is waiting for you at home and you’ve got your ass full of another guy’s cum.”

You hear another car approaching. A second guy gets out. Younger, early forties, shaved head, thick mustache, a fucking off-duty local cop maybe, because he’s still wearing uniform pants. He comes over and grabs me by the hair, pulling back.

“Open your mouth, bitch.”

He kneels me in the dirt while the bear stays inside me, now slower, deeper, enjoying it. The mustached man takes advantage and puts his cock in my mouth without asking. I taste soap, sweaty skin, man. He grabs my head with both hands and starts fucking my throat while the other keeps pushing into me from behind.

I’m between the two of them, unable to do anything but take it. The uniformed man’s moans tell me he’s coming. I feel him tense, press my head against his stomach, and fill my mouth with hot, thick cum. He forces me to swallow it all.

“Swallow it all, whore. Don’t waste a drop.”

The other speeds up behind me. I feel he’s close. I hear his grunts, his insults, until I start to feel the cum inside, hot, filling me. He comes deep, as if he wanted to leave me seeded.

Both pull away almost at the same time. The uniformed man zips up, the bear wipes his cock on my T-shirt. I stay on my knees in the middle of the shoulder, my pants at my ankles, my ass dripping, my mouth full of semen.