Chapter 4: Chapter 4
"Cruising is so much fun." James begins. "Satifies my creepy pervert cravings since no normal people do it." James laughs. "Total strangers that don't say anything. They just... look. Like they're already undressing me with their eyes. And that look, that hunger... it's addictive. Intoxicating. I move to a hidden bush or hide behind some wall. They follow me grabbing their crotch.
You know the silent awkward dance that goes down. You walk past each other a few times and eye fucking as if to say "you down or not?" I always make it obvious with the way I stare at their bulge and lick my lips. They always follow. I lead them to an semi secluded patch of bushes. Just enough room for one of them to stand behind me, press up against me, and have easy access to breed me from behind. I drop to my knees with a little whimper. The sounds of a zipper coming down is the best goddamn soundtrack there is. And just suck their dirty cocks. Make it Easy peasy for them. Suck and service their cocks and then when they finish shooting their cum in my mouth, clean them off nicely. They walk away drained and satisfied and I start advertising for the next one. Had 5 strangers in one night before. They patiently waited their turn like gentleman as I work through them servicing their cocks all swallowing.
Leaving each man left panting, their dicks glistening in the dim lighting of the cruising spot. Gah! I love it so much!
I've actually just taken a liking to older guys in general. Horny old perverts that like skinny young feminine boys like me. Fuck my like a toy but treat me nice after. The kind of guys that will slap my ass hard enough to leave a handprint, but then rub it better afterwards. The kind of guys that will call me a dirty little slut while they're fucking me, but then buy me a drink after. The kind of guys that will use me like a cheap fucktoy, but then hold me close and whisper sweet nothings in my ear while they catch their breath.
Just like that but there is a problem with that though. A lot of them are married men cheating on their wives. I have to be real careful to filter them out because I'm no homewrecker. Fully gay guys in an open relationship with their husband or boyfriend is fine. But the ones that are straight or bi and married to a woman? No way. I don’t want to be the reason some poor wife gets her heart broken.
Another problem is that if they are the gay singles or open, they are usually the creepy old lecherous guy type. Not a problem for me personally by any means but I worry that I enable them to a degree. Like they continue to offend and make boys uncomfortable on the off chance that they find a cute easy boy slut like me. I don't know. Just an internal dilemma I have to live with.
Some of them like to dress me up too. Mainly just cute panties, a nightie, and a bra.
Nothing too crazy or out of character for me. They might tell me to wear a skirt over it to complete the outfit. Usually just some schoolgirl type outfit. Just cute and girly not too over the top.
Once in a while they might ask for something a bit more specific though. Like a tight short skirt, thigh high stockings, and a corset or bustier with a lace trim. Or a garter belt, but they usually don’t go that far. Just something simple like that to really bring out the femininity in me.
I love it because they have such a soft spot for a cute submissive boy like me. They're super easy to please and usually cum pretty quickly. Makes sense since I imagine there and not a lot of easy boys like me willing to play the part so faithfully. Smile at them moan like a sissy, make them feel like kings, call him daddy, etc. Drives them crazy almost every time. My theory is that it satisfies a primal predatory instinct.
On another note, I am reminded of one of this one cruising spot I used to go to regularly. Its one of my favorites. Its an old overgrown abandoned trail behind a truck stop. And very shortly into the trail is tiny little sit down resting area 2 park benches. Both trail and that area are completely concealed by the overgrown woods and bushes. Even the trail entrance is hard to find from the truck stop parking lot but the guys who know, well, know. And fortunately all the correct guys know and its a very popular cruising spot. It almost always has activity all day and night.
Eventually I started just showing up, going to one of the benches and stripping down to a jockstrap. Also a fanny pack to hold my lube and poppers. Then i'd bend over the bench and just wait and advertise. It was that concealed that I could just straight up advertise my ass openly like that even in broad daylight. And let random horny truckers come just fuck my ass. Every time I went, without fail, I'd end up with at least 4 men surrounding me just patiently waiting their turn. Just about every visit resulted in me just being a free use trucker cumdump. So many different shapes and sizes of guys with completely different cocks, styles, and personalities. Every damn one of them leaving their mark inside me. Some guys would be sweet and gentle, taking their time to stretch me open. Others come in like fucking animals, pistons slamming into me all fast and hard. Some would worship my hole with their mouths, tongue-fucking me until I could barely stand. Others would just shove my face into the bench, hold me down by the back of my neck and stuff their cocks down my throat until I gagged. Some would bend me over and just fuck me with such a goddamn sloppy wet sound, I could hear their balls slapping against my ass with every thrust. For the most it was always the same song and dance. They'd finished, stumble off to the side to catch their breath and composure while the next guy dives in, hang around and watch a little then take their leave