The sensation of sucking the cock, the dark brown cock of the hard-bodied young stranger I just picked up from the roadside, in the middle of back-country Europe, where any passerby might see us... I had no idea how it all happened. Or I did, but I couldn't understand how I had let it happen. All I knew that I was out of my mind in lust. I wanted to get his cock, I wanted to taste it, feel what it was like to pleasure another man - this man! - and I wanted a part of what all those other men had had, I just wanted to be one of them.
But at the same time, it felt depraved and very confusing. I had always been a ladies' man, for crying out loud! They were the ones who would have their heads in my lap, not the other way around. And here I was, the Mr. Important CEO and family man, sucking a Mediterranean Adonis, and wanting nothing more that make him cum, and after that coming myself. And maybe that is what made the situation so hot. That I was so eager to make someone else come, somehow realizing I wouldn't get my turn before this other person was taken care of. To be honest, usually I was less eager at satisfying others, than having others take care of me. The entire reversed situation was making my head spin, all I really could tell for sure was that my cock was about to explode in my pants, without it even having been touched. I couldn't help noticing that I was making small, thrusting, movements with my hips. A totally useless maneuver, of course, as no attention was given to my own dick.
All of a sudden, Marco pulled my head of his cock. He did it forcibly, by using the same hand that had just been forcing my head as far down on his cock as I had managed. He literally pulled me my hair - although short, enough to hold on to. The surprise made me yelp. Astounded, I watched him pull fasten his pants, opened the door, and walk out of the vehicle. Had I done it that terribly? But before I became too bewildered, I heard him beckon me to come out of the car, too.
We stood a couple of feet apart, studying each other. Him, with a critical, knowing look. Me with a flustered, panting, appearance. And horny as shit. No question which one of us that was in the lead.
"Boy, I appreciated what you're doing, but it just isn't enough."
"Boy?" Did Marco, several years my junior, just call me a boy? But the other part he said bothered me even more. I had just given head to another guy for the first time of my life, but it wasn't enough?
"You see, it doesn't give me enough pleasure unless I know for sure that the cocksucker wants it really bad."
He peered at me.
"But I do!" I heard myself say. "I really want to!"
"Oh yeah? Want what?" He was testing my resolve. I didn't care.
"Let me finish you off, I mean, you haven't cum, you'll love it!"
I couldn't believe I was hearing myself promising satisfaction for something I had never done previously, but Marco seemed to consider it. Finally he motioned me towards him
"What's the magical word, cocksucker?"
I knew what he was playing at. I had done it myself, previously. To cocksucking girls, longing to have their dripping wet pussies fucked. Oh, what the hell.
"Please." I mumbled. I couldn't look him in his eyes.
"Louder."
"Please!"
"Okay. But you'll have to get naked for me. Show that magnificent body of yours to me. I need to watch you sit there in front of me, to be able to enjoy this. I want to see your hard cock dance in mid-air. I want to fuck your mouth while giving you nothing in return. Because that will is just what you need. Being used, as you have used all these girls over the years. So undress."
I looked around where we had parked. It was some godforsaken place, between one village and the next. And hardly any traffic. And even if there was, no way they would see me... I hoped. Oh what the fuck, this was tens of thousands miles from home! No one would ever know.
I shed my clothes. They ended up in a pile by the car. Although the weather was warm, my skin prickled from the sensation of standing there, nearly buck naked, next to a road anyone might happen to travel on. Finally all that was left of my previously expensive outfit was my underwear. It was already stained from pre-cum, and my rock hard cock was threatening to tear the fabric apart at the seams.
Marco was grinning. Again.
"That is some cock you have, boy. The girls must love it, but today is your lucky day. Now, get them off."
I pulled them down. My cock slapped against my stomach, making me wring in a combination of intense lust and pain. My balls were hard and tense. Oh, I had to cum, soon!
"My cocksucker all naked, like the day you were born. Come here, and continue what you were doing."
I got down on my knees and crawled over to him. My hands fumbled, as I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. Impatiently, I pulled down his trousers and briefs in one go. I heard him chuckle.
My heart raced as my eyes took in Marco's semi-hard, dark brown, very thick, cock. I looked up at Marco, his triumphant face above me, and wanted to say something. But before anything intelligent came out, Marco had moved his cock directly in front of my face. He placed both hands on the back of my head, pulling my face into his rapidly hardening rod. I let it happen without resisting. I allowed him to gyrate and grind his balls and cock into my face, feeling it harden as he moved it over my eyes, nose, cheeks, and then to my parted lips.
