Your Boyfriend Fucks Me, Too: A Sex Trilogy Part 1
Friday. In a mood. Had been a good boy all week, avoiding temptation, keeping my nose to the grindstone. That should count for something, shouldn’t it? In the big picture, don’t we get credit for abstaining; for controlling our compulsive needs and wants? Maybe. Certainly not always. My mind felt fractured. Things at work, not good. Not typical. I’m a creature of habit and my rut has recently been flattened and crushed. Leaving work, I know just what to do. I know just where to go.
Sitting in my car, in the parking lot of my favorite cruising park. It’s winter, but the sun is out today and I am hopeful. I don’t wait long. A black BMW pulls beside me. He has a blue glass dolphin hanging from his rear view mirror. I recognize it. He’s on his phone, blah, blah blah; stealing furtive glances in my direction. I’m sure, but not sure. I wait. Finally he gets off the phone. The lot has emptied out, so I nod my head and he nods in response. He’s fiddling with something in his lap and soon I hope to be fiddling with it, too.
It’s a meat and potatoes blow job, only, no dessert. Cars start drifting in. He gets nervous, questioning me whether I know this one or that one. I don’t. I haven’t been playing the parking lot game the way I used to, so I am out of touch. Hunkered down in the passenger’s seat well, I am essentially on all fours. It’s a challenge, at this angle, but I manage to make it work. But then a car comes in and he freaks, zips up, and I have to be good and return to my seated, upright, position. More questions to which I have no answers.
My technique? Really good, despite the weird angle. He reaches over my back and starts playing with my hole, because my bare ass, as I am on all fours in the passenger’s side well with my jeans around my ankles, is sticking up there for all the world to see. I make noises of approval and he starts working my hole with his fingers. I would love to get fucked, but something tells me that is not going to happen. He’s too nervous. But not so skittish as to not do an excellent job, finger fucking my hole. It’s clean, so I let him at it.
Dolphin man drives off. Soon everybody else follows suit. I check the time. I check out Grindr. I check out Scruff. I unlock my passenger door and exit my vehicle. I have to pee. I always leave my passenger door unlocked just in case I get locked out of my car. I stand near the rear of my vehicle, on the opposite side from the entrance to the parking lot and the road that runs along the edge of the park. Cars drive by, but they don’t know what I’m doing. I get back in the car. I take all my sex kit out of my bag and lay it out on my passenger seat. Condoms, lube, cock rings, poppers, etc. It’s early. I still have time to score something.
The lot is clear of other vehicles. Finally, he smiles and nods his head. I grab my cock rings and a bottle of poppers and exit my vehicle. Like the board game says, it’s time to open the door and meet my next mystery date…
- End Part One -