The following is true. It all happened. The timeline is a little scrunched but it all happened.
I got lucky.
I had fallen asleep on the hood of my car naked and covered in my own cum at a rest stop.
The lucky part was that I was facing east and it was the sun coming up that had woken me and not a cop.
When I'd crawled up on my car, there had only been two semi-trucks at the far side of the lot and I was the only car. However, as consciousness returned, I realized there were several trucks and there was a car right next to me. The driver was a middle aged guy and he was staring at me.
The weird part (if it all wasn't just completely bizarre!) was that I wasn't embarrassed! In fact I was actually getting turned on!
Looking down (up?) at my dick, I couldn't resist and started jerking off slowly, watching as my hand moved up and down my shaft. Looking over at the car, I saw that he had his phone out and was either taking pictures or a video.
Again, I should have been freaked out! Last night I had jumped at every sound while I had been naked in a closed and locked booth. This morning, I was literally exposed to the world and completely at ease!
My new fantasy built quickly: I had a group of people standing around me as I was naked and jerking off. They were all dressed and no one said anything. In my vision I picked two out of the crowd and they were suddenly naked as well. Soon, I was on my knees as the guy in front of me fed me his cock and the guy behind me slammed into my ass! Both used my holes to get off and when they came, they pushed me to the floor and stood over me jerking their hard cocks until they shot their sperm all over me!
It was so overwhelming that I started cumming for real! I tried to aim where it landed, shooting for my open mouth but it landed on my stomach, chest, and all over my hand. I was a little disappointed but I made up for it by bringing my cum-covered hand to my mouth and sucking it clean. As I was scooping up the load from my stomach, I snapped back to reality and looked at my watcher. I can't say we made eye contact but I did stare right at his camera as I slurped the cum from my fingers then licked them clean.
It was almost enough to get me hard again but people aren't made to sleep upside down on the hood of a car and I began to ache. Rolling off my car, I almost fell to the ground from the sudden rush of blood back into my feet. I struggled to stand and faced my neighbor as I checked for any stray strands of cum I might have missed before staggering to my door, I managed to crawl in.
Sitting on the relatively soft seats, I thought back to what I'd just done. FUCK! What the hell was I thinking? Some guy now has pictures, probably video, of me jerking off! And eating my own cum! But instead of getting rightfully freaked out, it turned me on and my dick was getting hard again!
That's what really freaked me out. Not by what I'd done or who had seen me but by not knowing how far would I let myself go!
My first thought way to call Mark. He was the most openly gay friend I had! But a couple miles down the road it hit me that being gay didn't grant you special pervert knowledge. Besides, I wasn't gay. Sure I liked to cruise adult bookstores looking for anonymous sex with men. Sure I liked to fantasize about sucking long thick cocks until they filled my mouth with hot cum. Or dream of having my asshole stretched until it hurt by a fat dick then filling it, pumping it full of scalding sperm! To feel the meat stiffen and twitch and jerk as it...oh God! Was I gay?
After my second shower, the first to get all the cum off and the second to wash off the hair I'd just shaved away; my crotch was smooth and hairless and, ok, really weird looking. (It did make my dick look bigger!) I determined to prove to myself that I was not gay. By watching one on one boy/girl porn.
It somehow made sense at the time.
Fast forward about two months and I ended up in Wichita, KS, training for the dead-end job that had cost me my last girlfriend. I hated it but I made great money...moving on.
They put me up in a cheap hotel for the week I was there but there was pretty much no time to go out and by the last day I was needing a release. Thankfully I'd brought my personal laptop and my bag of toys!
In the short time after my return from Texas and having proved to myself that I wasn't gay, I'd acquired a small collection of dildos and butt plugs. My favorite was a 7' butt plug that was two inches thick at the head and tapered to about ¾ of an inch before the flanged base. I also had a variety of different dildos ranging from 6' smooth vibrator to the 13inch 'man handler' that was long, flexible and had a handle at the base so someone could really get a grip!
On my last night in town, a Thursday, I took care of all the preparations then prepared to abuse myself. But I decided to go out and get some liquor first. Yeah, I'm a drunk slut.
The liquor store was just down the road and on the way, I passed a theater with XXX on the sign - I immediately detoured. Pulling in, I saw a few cars and trucks parked. I did the same and then went inside. The display room was much smaller than the huge BARN but still had a healthy selection of porn. Just past the front door was the arcade to the right. I studied the titles on the boxes, or so it may have looked but really I was plotting my return.
Moving on past the register, I saw there was a hallway that led to the theater! WOW! I couldn't wait. Again, I pretended to study the boxes of the movies that were showing but I could really have cared less. I needed to go in!
Somehow I managed to put it off.
