Chapter 2: My calling
My legs were trembling and I could feel the cold air all over my body, despite being well wrapped up. There was a light mist surrounding the woods and it had an eerie air. It was certainly not a time to be out in an unfamiliar place. I walked slowly but purposefully back towards the opening I had left only a few minutes before. I hadn't been frightened when I was with Bobby, but now being all alone, the scariness of the night was suffocating. The idea that a stranger would brazenly wave his semi-hard cock in my face turned me on though, and drove me forward. I ducked back into the dense bush towards the clearing, nervous about what I would see there. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I could slowly make out the silhouette of the stranger who had leered at me on the path.
"LEAVE! WALK AWAY!" I could hear the voice in my head screaming; alarms ringing like sirens in my mind. I was frozen to the spot and didn't dare move a muscle. The stranger wasn't moving either, he was standing silently beside the tree with a large jacket on and a hood covering his features. I was petrified that he would lurch forward at any moment with a knife, or his fists and hurt me, demand money or steal my phone. I pushed my phone closer to my body in my pocket for reassurance.
Slowly, his hand came round in front of him and I realised in the dark that the crotch on his trousers was wide open. He was jerking his dick slowly with anticipation. I inched forward trying to be as calm as possible until I was standing right beside him. A few inches separated us, yet neither of us said a word. We were both frozen for over a minute like this, except for his hand moving back and forth jerking off his meat. I still couldn't make out his face at all. Although with a brief glance on the path, I knew he was an older black guy. I hadn't time to gauge any more information than that.
I looked down towards his ample boner. It filled his hand easily and then some. Without a word, I knelt down in the same position I'd been in leaning against the tree less than 10 minutes before. We both knew why I was there. He allowed me to get comfortable and then he stepped forward guiding his fat bell-end into my mouth. He was already fully erect from jerking his cock while obviously waiting for me to come back. I guess he had seen the desire in my shocked face when he jumped out at me on the path. He got right into a rhythm with his cock going the full length of my mouth straight away.
He didn't push past my mouth just yet, and I had a moment to smell and to taste the very faint aroma of hand soap on his cock, balls and crotch. A thousand thoughts were running through my mind as his rhythmic mouth fuck allowed my mind to drift away and left the feeling of cock send pleasure through my body. In that moment, I realised that he had prepared to come here specifically with the aim of getting his big balls drained by a cocksucker like me. He can't have cared who I was; he just needed a release and my mouth was the one that happened to be walking in the woods at the same time.
His cock was not like Bobby's, this guy had an oversized mushroom head that seemed to swell every time he thrust forward, then the shaft was thinner, but grew thick towards the base. Although it was easier on my jaw, it still gave my mouth the feeling of fullness I longed for. When, finally, it slipped into my throat, I felt the urge to gag. I could feel pressure building in my head as I suppressed the need to cough and retch. My head felt like it would explode. The tensing of my throat muscles around his swollen cockhead clearly had an impact, as the stranger started to groan.
"Mmmhmmm,...yeah that's it girl...squeeze that meatpole," he moaned. I was taken aback. It startled me to be called a girl, as I had always done my best to present as quite masculine. I was handsome with soft features, but I had an athletic body and wore a light stubble on my face. "Daddy's gonna fuck that pussy tonight baby," he groaned in a low baritone voice. I felt a little degraded, but could feel my cock perking up in my pants which had been flaccid since I'd blown my load prematurely after sucking off Bobby.
His fat cockhead kept a steady rhythm for what felt like an eternity, and he didn't seem to be changing pace. I got used to exhaling as he withdrew from my stretched-out throat and was relieved at the opportunity to swallow the saliva that was building up in my mouth. I then quickly inhaled as big a breath as I could before he slipped back into my throat for another round of 10 or so pumps. My throat seemed to be used to the stretching of these prolonged strokes and it no longer burned red hot; just a dull ache as the pressure made my throat feel like it would tear open.
"Ah SHIT!" I yelled and jerked off to the side, "ouuch, shit...sorry....cramp in my leg." I stood up to massage my calf after the pain that shot through it became too much, and looked towards the stranger. His hood was down around his neck and I gasped seeing his face for the first time. I would never have guessed by his muscular thighs, but he was easily in his fifties, had a large belly and was not at all handsome. I continued rubbing my leg as he waited for me to kneel again. I felt embarrassed and just wanted to disappear, I couldn't accept in my head that this is the man whose cock I'd been letting throatfuck me.
"It's late," I muttered, slowly shifting backwards. "You're not leaving are you?" He asked softly. I wanted to be gone anywhere else, I felt dirty with myself. "I just want to cum," he sighed. "I know that's what you're here for..." he unknowingly repeated the word that Bobby had whispered in my ears when he too had used me as he cumdump without question or consent. My cock sprang up in my pants. I couldn't know for sure, but a thought flashed through my mind when I thought of him calling me a girl. He was just here to unload his balls because he couldn't get a girl - it was like an epiphany - I was here in this moment, and my duty was to be the receptacle for this man's cumload.
I handed him the poppers and he took a hit, I knelt down before him with new purpose as I took the bottle up to my nose and inhaled heavily. He pushed in without hesitation. My mind swirled as his manbeef overflowed my mouth and filled me to the brim; I was high and in my mind, my teeth melted away; I could feel my mouth and throat transform into a pussy for this ugly man's large cock. He held my head close to his body as his meat dove ever deeper with every rhythmic thrust. The voice in my head was chanting, "this is why you're here" over and over, until eventually I felt his penis melt in my mouth and I tasted a sweet goopiness at the back of my mouth. I swallowed hard and squeezed my lips around his raw meat in order to get every drop as he pulled out for the last time. I knelt there silently - waiting for my mind to float back down to earth.
After a moment or two, I stumbled to my feet and felt dazed. He was busy putting his deflated dick back into his pants. As I wiped the slime away my sloppy face and chin.
