Jerking Material

I had been sucking cock at the same running trail for months. I learned in college that even straight guys love busting a load down a cocksucker’s throat after a long run. It’s the ultimate endorphin release. I had cultivated a reputation as being an easy cocksucker, always loitering in the parking lot off the trailhead as I waited patiently to score some dick.

I had my eye on this one hairy, bearded hottie for weeks. When I saw the wedding band, I knew he would be a tough nut to crack—but I love a challenge. He had witnessed me jumping in and out of parked cars, so it was no mystery as to why I was there. I just had to wait for him to come to me. They always do.

“You—uh—free now?” he finally asked me one afternoon, having just come off the running trail. Fuck, he looked hot. Sweat was glistening off his hairy bod and collecting in his chest hair as he attempted to dry himself with the t-shirt he carried.

“Yeah. Just lead me to your car,” I instructed, trying to play it cool. His athletic shorts were already tenting.

“I can’t—I can’t do this here,” he stammered nervously inside his vehicle as he scanned the parking lot nervously. “I’m scared of getting busted in this lot. Is there anywhere else we can go?”

I nodded and told him to drive up the road, that I knew a secluded spot in a deserted lot near the old railroad depot. He parked the car where I showed him, and I soon had his big, hairy cock down my throat. His bush and balls were musty from his run, heady with man funk. He apologized, but I assured him that it was a turn-on.

“Fuck, your mouth feels good,” he moaned as I deep throated him to his balls. “Where’d you learn to suck a dick like that?”

“My fraternity,” I answered with a devious smile, licking his shaft before deep throating him again.

“Damn. Makes me wish I’d gone Greek,” he lamented, his cock head pumping my tonsils.

He put his hand on the back of my head as I bobbed up and down on his big cock. “I tend to to pop fast,” he warned.

I tried to slow up, to maximize my time with this delicious hung of a man, his cock using my talented throat. But mere moments later, I felt a blast of cum hitting the back of my throat.

“Holy FUCK—Yeah—Keep going,” the hot runner growled intensely, his cock pulsing down my gullet, his creamy load spewing into my belly. “That’s it, dude. Fucking swallow my load,” he barked.

He was then quiet for a full minute as I kept his softening cock down my throat. “Damn, man,” he finally exhaled as I released his spent dick. “That was the best fucking head I’ve ever had.”

As I licked his big cock clean, sucking the last drop of cum from his slit, he reached over and slid his hand down the back of my shorts. “You ever take it up the ass?” he asked, his finger probing my puckered hole.

“I sure do,” I answered with a wink.

“Damn, I’d love to fuck you after my run tomorrow,” he offered. “I’ll bring a condom.”

“I actually prefer raw,” I informed him. “You can cum up my ass—seed me with that big dick.”

His cock was instantly hard again at the thought of breeding me. Sliding down my shorts, I straddled him and took him into my warm depths.

“Fuck, man,” he exhaled, his head rolling back in ecstasy, his balls mashed against my tight hole. “You’re making it really hard for me to go home to my wife.”

Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.