A gay story: Cruising & Cock – I’m Addicted Pt. 03 CRUISING & COCK – I’M ADDICTED – Pt. 3
Please read Part 1 & 2 to get the background to this story if you’re interested.
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As I got closer to home the more guilty I felt, I was straight, I loved women, I loved fucking women, but I’d just let a group of men I didn’t know and had met them in the woods at night and let them fuck my arse, let them cum over me, I’d sucked their cocks, rimmed them, eaten their spunk and let them piss over me. They’d humiliated me and I’d let them do it.
I got home, dad was working nights so the house was empty, stripped the tradies cum stained underpants off, shoved those, my piss stained jockstrap, the butt plugs and dildo in my cruising rucksack and hide it at the back of the wardrobe, I needed to dump it somewhere as I wouldn’t be using it again, I wouldn’t be going cruising again. I showered, washing the cum and piss off of me, I almost jet washed my arsehole to get the lube and cum out of me. I lay down on the bed to dry off and must have fallen to sleep almost immediately as the next thing I knew I heard dad come in from work the next morning.
I got into the bathroom before him, I needed to get to work, he only had to go to bed, when he was on nights, we only saw each other in passing. My ring piece was on fire after all the abuse that it had received the night before, from now on it was strictly a one way valve, out only.
After work I hit the gym, tried to work out what was going on in my head by lifting weights, so that’s how my next week went, work, gym, bed and repeat. Saturday evening was a bit different; I’d done overtime at work, so I was at home I was slobbing watching rubbish on TV when dad and his latest girlfriend came home, they’d been out for dinner, I chatted for a while, but it was obvious that dad wanted to get rid of me, so I went to bed and dozed off. I woke up to the sound of two people fucking, dad and I had no problems with each other bringing a shag home and we always left the bedroom door open if we were fucking so that dad or I could hear what was going on, maybe we were both voyeurs?
I could hear dad saying, “Come on open your legs, let me finger you, take my cock in your mouth, get it nice and hard so I can fuck you, you going to take it up your arsehole for me tonight? etc,” dad was a smooth talking bastard. I quietly got out of bed, pulled my cruising kit that I hadn’t dumped yet out from the back of the wardrobe, found the lube and the dildo, greased my arsehole up, lay back on the bed, lifted my legs and slide the dildo all the way into me.
“Hello old friend,” I thought and with my arsehole stretched open I wanked as I listened to dad fuck and eventually, I shot a huge load over myself, scooping some of my cum up and eating it.
Despite working out at the gym every night till my muscles were sore and I was dog tired the first night that dad was at work I got in the car and drove to the cruising ground and as I drove there the feelings of “I shouldn’t be doing this” changed to “I’m desperate for cock in my arse” and my cock started to harden.
I drove into the carpark, drove around a few times to see what was happening. There was a women on her knees with a group of men around her and she was sucking numerous cocks, I saw the tradies blue van parked up in his usual corner, he flashed his lights at me, and I parked up next to him and got into his van.
“Hello mate, wondered where you’d got to?” he asked.
“Just been busy with work, plus my cars on its last legs and the petrol to drive here is costing me a fortune,” I said, lying to him by not telling him that I had hoped that the urge for cock would just go away.
“Oh, OK mate, was just worried that we’d scared you off after the last time you were here,” he said, if anything after the last time I wanted more, much more.
“I might be able to help you out if you want to earn a bit of cash on the side, I’ll see what I can do mate,” he told me, I just nodded, I really needed some extra dosh at the moment. The tradie unbuckled his work shorts, raised his arse off of the van seat and slide his shorts and underwear down around his knees, his cock was soft and hanging between his open legs, he pointed at it, I licked my lips, I knew what I had to do and leant across and stroked it, taking a deep breath and smelling his warm cock, sweat and a faint smell of piss, I pulled his foreskin back, bent across to get my head in his lap and nuzzled his cock feeling it getting hard and when his cock was fully erect and sticking up proudly he muttered, “Get it in your mouth mate,” I was happy to, I licked the head of his cock before sliding my warm wet mouth down on it, taking the full thick length and sucking away gently.
As I worked on his cock and balls, he carried on saying, “I felt guilty the first few times I came here, letting men suck my cock or fucking men’s arseholes, I’m straight but a man has needs and I like being dominant and using other men, I’m married, have a misses at home, well during the day anyway, she’s a nurse and works nights so as long as I fuck her every morning when she comes back from work she’s happy, luckily, I have no problems repeat cumming so I can unload here a few times and then shoot my wad in her in the mornings. So don’t worry you can be straight, you can fuck women, and you can love cock,” and he pushed my face right down on his cock and fucked my throat hard. Just before I was about to squeeze his balls to let him know that I’d had enough he let go of my head and I pulled off coughing and spluttering, I looked at his cock piss slit where a stream of his precum was oozing out, I couldn’t resist it and bent back down again and licked it off, sucking on his piss slit to get as much of it as I could.
The tradie laughed, “come on mate lets get stripped off and go cruising, see what’s about,” and he pulled up his underpants, a black pair of briefs this time that already had a few dried cum stains on them, and climbed out of the van leaving his work shorts where they were. He looked at me, “come on mate, down to your ballbags, bit too late to be shy now,” he told me.
“I’m not wearing underwear,” I said, I didn’t have any clean pairs when I left home so I was commando.
“No excuse then mate, you’ll just have to go naked,” he laughed, guess I would have to then.
I pulled my jeans off, my hard cock was released, it was already leaking at the thought of what was going to happen and we walked across the carpark, him in work boots and black briefs plus one of those small over the shoulder bags that you see the chavs carrying and me, naked apart from my white trainers. A car picked us out in their headlights, I stopped, my hard cock on show, I couldn’t resist it and stroked my hard on before following the tradie and as the car drove past the driver shouted, “Nice cock.”
I thought that we’d be going up the path to the top of the hill and towards the cruising area but instead the tradie took me to the small area that was out of the way, the place that we’d first met, the place where I’d discovered cruising. He lent against the tree, the same tree that I’d pissed against when he stood watching me, and he bent over so his fit muscled arse cheeks were on show and straining against his underwear.