CRUISING & COCK – I’M ADDICTED – Pt. 4

Please read the other chapters to this story for the background if you’re interested.

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Of course I was always going to turn up on Friday evening, I needed the money and also wanted to know what I was going to have to do to earn it.

I had to go on a course that day, not sure what I needed to learn, pick up box of groceries and hand it to the customer, job done, but at least we could get travelling expenses so one of the blokes I worked with, and I took turns to drive to the training centre and then claimed two lots of expenses, every little helps!

On the way back home he asked, “Do you fancy getting a takeaway tonight, the misses is away on a hen weekend, and I’ve got some great new porn,” he was the go to man at work if you wanted porn, you name it he could get it for you, he didn’t give it away though, you had to pay for it. I could never work out why he needed porn as his wife was as fit as fuck, perhaps he wanked a lot or perhaps it was just to make some extra cash, I did wonder where he sourced it all from though.

“Sorry mate, already got something on,” I didn’t tell him that it involved cocks and me getting them up my arse though. He dropped me back home at about five o’clock, so I had plenty of time to get ready, I showered, and pressure washed my arse out, opened my wardrobe to decide what to wear, I wasn’t sure if to go smart, casual or just wear what I usually wore, sports gear. I decided to go casual and found a pair of decent jeans that were unripped and hugged my arse, really showing it off, thank God for all those squats I did at the gym, and a white short sleeved shirt so my biceps bulged out and if I undid enough buttons my pecs were on show and almost falling out, perfect.

I decided to leave in plenty of time to get to the cruising area by seven, picked up my cruising rucksack, jumped in the car, turned the ignition, nothing. The bloody car wouldn’t start, I’m not a mechanic and have limited technical knowledge about cars but there was no click when I turned the ignition key, none of the lights worked so I guessed that the battery was dead, it had done it before, one day all was fine, well as much as it could be with the wreck of a car I drove, and the next day the battery would be dead. Dad had got a spare battery that he kept charged up so all I had to do was change it for the spare, but he usually did it for me.

Twenty minutes and a lot of swearing later the battery had been changed and the car started but my white shirt was covered in dirt and grease and my decent unripped jeans had black stains over them from where I’d carried the spare and the old battery and let them rub against my jeans.

“Fuck,” I thought, just have to change and I was running late already, back to my bedroom and hunted through my drawers, no clean ball bags so would just have to go without, at least in my jeans it showed of a good dick print. No decent shirts, in fact no shirts at all so I decided to go sporty, a pair of grey training shorts, the baggy fleece type ones, red trainers and red trainer socks finished off with a red wife beater / training singlet that didn’t really cover my pecs or nipples. I made a mental note that if I earnt any money tonight to spend it on some clothes.

I realised that as I walked you could see my cock swinging free, another note to self, buy a couple of jockstraps as well.

I arrived at the cruising site with a few minutes to spare and parked up next to the tradies van and got in.

“Thought that you’d chickened out mate?” the tradie said.

“Really sorry, flat battery. Sorry about the clothes, got the decent ones dirty sorting it out,” I replied and pointed at the gear I was wearing.

He looked across at me and smiled, “no problem, what you’re wearing is spot on,” he said, “now let’s get you ready, get out and lean over the bonnet facing it,” I guessed that he was going to give me a length of cock, he did say that he would always be the first and the last to fuck me every time we were up here together.

He pulled my shorts down to my knees, “no jockeys, good as they wouldn’t have been on for long anyway,” he laughed and he open a sachet of lube, spread it on two of his fingers, tapped my pucker and pushed his fingers in, out, re lubed and back in again a few times, “that’s just for the journey mate.”

“You’re not going to fuck me? you always go first,” I asked

“Not this evening mate, don’t worry, I’m sure your hole won’t stay empty for long,” he laughed.

“How am I earning this money mate?” I asked.

“It’s nothing illegal and you’ll probably enjoy it. Now stay like that,” he told me, leant through the van window and flashed his lights. I heard a car start up, its lights came on and it almost rolled towards the van stopping a few feet in front of it and me.

“Is this him?” a voice asked.

“Certainly is sir,” the tradie replied, the tradie had called him sir and not mate like he called everybody else.

The tradie walked out of my line of sight and I could just about hear him talking to the other man, the other man saying, “Is he up for it, does he know what’s going to happen?”

The tradie replied, “He’s definitely up for it, he loves cock in all his holes and can take it well, he’s what you asked for, short, muscular, blonde, fit and still tight.”

“Good,” said the anonymous man, “we’ll sort the money out at the end if he’s worth it. Let’s get going.”

The tradie was pimping me out to this other man, he was selling my arse, I shuddered at the thought, but my cock hardened.

They came back, the anonymous man stood behind me and I jumped a bit as I felt his hands spreading my arse cheeks open and then gasped as he pushed two fingers deep into my hole, “good,” he said, “get in the car lad.”

I stood up and turned around, “no fucking way mate, I’m not getting in a car with somebody I don’t know,” even I wasn’t that stupid, I knew that I could look after myself if anything did happen though.

“It’s OK mate, I can vouch for him, I’ll be following in the van anyway,” said the tradie. Fuck it I thought, I needed the money and wanted to find out what this was all about so pulled my shorts up and walked around to the passenger side of the car. It was a very expensive top of the range sports car, not a flashy car but one of those that you see a successful well off businessman driving, a boys toy almost and I’m sure that I recognised it.

He opened the driver’s door but before he got in, he undid his shorts, those expensive tailored shorts, and dropped them, stepping out of them, he was wearing causal loafers. He wasn’t wearing any underwear and hanging between his legs was a cock, well I think it was a cock, it was huge, and it wasn’t even hard, what made it seem longer was at least two inches of foreskin, must have been eight inches of soft cock just hanging there over a big pair of balls. He got into the car and closed the door but before the interior light faded, I saw who it was, I knew him, well I knew who he was at least.

We drove off, I looked in the wing mirror and saw that the builder was following us in his van, we turned onto the motorway, and he accelerated gently, he obviously wasn’t a boy racer, but we were soon cruising along at about seventy miles an hour, the tradies van was struggling to keep up.

He flipped on the cruise control and looked across at me and said, “I guess you suck cock?” and before waiting for an answer he used his free hand to pull my head down towards his lap and cock.

I had to slide around in the seat, I had my seatbelt on so unclipped it, I reckon if we got stopped by the police for not wearing a seatbelt then that was going to be the least of my worries if they found me with a cock in my mouth. I knelt on the seat and leant across.

I cupped his balls, they were waxed so were hairless, his pubes had been trimmed and any stray hairs waxed away, he smelt good, probably of some expensive body wash and moisturiser. I licked his balls that were resting on his closed thighs, he grunted quietly and opened his legs so his balls hung between them. His cock started to stir as I licked along the hardening shaft and tongued his foreskin trying to get the tip of my tongue in there. He grunted again and I pulled back and watched his cock start to harden, fascinated as his long foreskin rolled back to expose the head of his cock and the slash of his piss slit.

His cock thickened, stiffened and became fully hard, I’m surprised that he had enough blood in his body to fill his cock without passing out, over the last few months I’d seen a few cocks, a few that I thought were big cocks but nothing as big as the one I was holding, it was as thick as my wrist and had veins around it like ivy on a tree trunk, it must have been twelve inches long. It was magnificent but if he thought he was going to fuck me with it he had another think coming, even for money.

“Get down on it lad,” he demanded, “show me what you can do,” so I opened my mouth wide and got on with it, I licked and slobbered on the head of his cock, coating it in my spit, probing my tongue into his slit and heard him moan, “Fuck yea, that’s good.”

He bucked his hips and grabbed the back of my head, ramming his cock so far down my throat I thought that I could feel his cock head pulsing in my stomach. I grunted, groaned, gagged and struggled but he let go of my head and slapped my arse hard, I felt his hand slide into my shorts, down my arse crack and two fingers push into my arsehole, “don’t talk with your mouthful, get on with it,” he said.

Now he’d let go of my head I had room to manoeuvre so I locked my lips tight around the shaft of his cock and slowly pulled off of him, dragging his foreskin back over his cockhead. I pulled his foreskin backwards and forwards a few times, wanking him, he groaned and fucked me with his fingers in my arsehole. I ran my tongue around the dome of his cock head, swabbing his piss hole, rasped away at the bundle of nerves hidden away until his foreskin was pulled right back, then started down on him again, this time at my pace.

I slowly went down on him, letting the width of his cock stretch my mouth open and then as I took more of the length his cock stretched my throat open. By the time my nose hit his pubes I was beginning to see stars and having to take deep breaths through my nose, judging by the noises coming from the driver he was doing the same.

I kept on working on his weapon, up and down taking the full length before pulling off it, seeing it covered in my saliva, I grabbed hold of it and jacked it off as I slurped on his leaking cock head trying to catch my breath before going back down on it again. After about fifteen minutes of me working on his cock his balls were tightening and lifting up, he was close to spunking.

I gasped as his two fingers that were lodged up my arse were pulled out and replaced with three of his fingers, he was opening me up for, I assumed, his cock. I pulled off of his cock and was about to tell him that I couldn’t take another finger when he grunted, “Uuh fuck, going to cum.”

His balls lifted right up and he spunked up, his cock slipped out of my hand and jerked, pointing straight up as a huge shot of white spunk pumped out of him hitting the roof lining of his expensive car, it splattered against the grey lining and hung there, “Christ,” he almost shouted and let go of another shot of cum hitting me in my face, it was hot, thick and smelt like a man’s sweaty balls.

“Get on it,” he told me, and I opened my mouth and went down on him, he moaned, his piss slit opened up and my mouth was filled with another three pulses of spunk. I managed to swallow his cream and then almost choaked as the car hit a pothole and his cock was almost forced into my stomach, well that’s what it felt like anyway.

I came up for air and was told, “Clean me up,” there was a lot of cleaning to do, there was a lot of cock and balls to work on so I licked, sucked and probed until I couldn’t taste anymore of his salty cum. He pulled his fingers out of my open arse pucker and pushed them into my mouth, I could taste lube and my funky arsehole.

The car slowed down, and we turned off of the motorway, down the slip road and onto a smaller road that had warehouses and industrial estates on either side. My cock was hard and leaking so I slid my training shorts down and let it loose and grabbed hold of it.

He grabbed hold of my wrist hard and just grunted, “Save it, leave it alone,” the way he said it I knew that he meant it and I let go of my throbbing cock.

He swung the car into an industrial estate and pulled up outside a unit at the far end of the road, there were a few cars parked outside, the tradies van pulled up alongside us. We all walked into the small office area, I asked where the toilets were and the man just pointed at a door, now I could see him I certainly knew who he was. I should have realised what this place was being used for as there were showers in the toilets, douche nozzles hanging in them, bottles of lube on the counter and packs of wet wipes.

When I came out the tradie was waiting, “you OK?” he asked.

“Course I am, what’s this all about?” I said.

“Don’t worry, just do what you’re asked, remember there’s cash in it for you, I’ll be here to keep an eye on things, lets go, they’re waiting for us,” he told me.

We went through into the main warehouse, it was dark so I couldn’t see what was in there as just a centre section was lit up, a platform with some black latex sheeting over it, there was a group of men standing around or sitting on it. One of them walked up to me and said, “This it, can he fuck?” I felt like some livestock on show at a county fair.

“He’ll be fine, I’ve had three fingers in his arse on the drive here, you could park a bus up there, he’s desperate for cock” laughed the man, “Let’s get started.”

Lights came on lighting up the platform, two men picked up a couple of expensive looking video cameras and four men jumped up on the platform and stripped off and then it clicked, they were filming a porn film, and I was one of the performers. I should have walked away then, but I was too stupid and intrigued to do that, I felt my cock twitch and harden again, and I needed the money to fix my car.

The tradie came up to me, he said, “Don’t worry mate, it’s just a private film for him,” and he pointed at the man, “nobody else will see it,” I believed him.

The four men were naked, and their cocks were hard. There was a ginger bloke with great pecs, six foot tall and with an eight inch uncut cock that stuck out from a tidy trimmed bush of ginger hair, a blonde man with enough muscles to start his own gym and a muscled cock to match, again at least six foot tall, a black guy, his skin oiled and glistening, five ten tall and his cut cock stuck out in front of him, nine inches of black meat. The final performer was a huge bloke, natural muscles and not a hair on him, shaved and waxed all over, and a cock, a cock that put the man that had driven me here to shame and I thought his was big, it was massive and rock hard, throbbing away, it could have been classed as a dangerous weapon, it should have had one of those hazard warning signs stuck to it.

“Come on mate, get on the stage, hurry it up,” one of the cameramen said.

“Hey guys,” I said as I climbed up, “my names Sam,” my introduction got cut short when the black man grabbed hold of my wrist and pulled me against his hard body.

“Suck me,” he growled and pushed me to my knees and started to smack my face with his hard cock, after a couple of smacks it started to hurt so I opened my mouth wide and he slid in, as my throat was still relaxed and open from sucking cock on the car ride, he was soon bouncing his balls off of my chin.

Will I was sucking cock somebody grabbed my shorts; I reached behind me but by then they had been torn off, so I ended up just grabbing my bare arse. I wasn’t the only one as the blonde and the ginger had the same idea, and I had another two sets of hands on my arse. Those hands all had fingers and most of them seemed to end up in my arse crack pulling my cheeks apart and spreading my arse lips wide.

I heard the man say, “Move the camera in closer, get his arsehole in focus.”

My singlet was next to be ripped off, “muscled little fucker, going to look good when he’s getting fucked by them, height difference will really work well,” said one of the cameramen. Glad that being short worked for somebody I thought. I was naked apart from my red trainers and socks.

The black mans prick was pulled out of my mouth to be replaced by the big blokes cock, I was choking on it until he held me still by my ears, pulled his cock back a bit and then slowly face fucked me, at each thrust he pushed a bit more of his cock in so I could get used to it until he had almost all of his cock buried down my throat. I yelped, somewhat muffled by the cock in my mouth, as the blokes behind me pushed at least four fingers through my arse pucker, the yelp opened up my throat that last little bit and the big bloke took advantage of it and forced the last inch of his cock into my mouth.

“Got those fingers in him?” the boss man said.

“Yeah,” said the ginger man.

“Pick him up,” the boss man told them and before I could dislodge the cock in my mouth the two men behind me lifted me up suspending me above the stage, I managed to get my feet on the floor, couldn’t really move as the big blokes was still holding my ears and fucking my face, I just shook my arse.

“OK, loosen him up,” the boss man said, and I saw out of the corner of my eye the tradie approach holding what looked like a grease gun that they used in garages. Dad used to have one in the shed and as a kid I was fascinated by it and use to pump the lever and fire shots of grease at my mates when they came round to play, I really hoped that this wasn’t full of grease, I think I knew what it was full of though.

The tradie pushed the grease gun hose through my pucker and into my arse, he whispered, “You’ll need this mate, you’ve got a lot of cock coming your way,” and pumped the handle three times, I felt the cold slippery lube fill my hole, it was like when a man spunked up in my arse, just colder.

The tradie pulled the hose out and pushed two fingers in so spread the lube over my pucker and then said, “He’s ready,” and I felt furry thighs against the back of my legs and a second later I had a cock up my arse and was getting fucked, it was the blonde guy with the muscled cock.

“Got a good angle,” one of the cameramen grunted, he’d slide underneath me and was between my legs with his camera pointing upwards towards my crotch. “Little fucker has a nice cock, photographs well, balls pulled up tight, so they don’t interfere with the penetration shots. Change partners guys,” he told them, and cock number one popped out to be replaced by the ginger guys cock, it was longer that the last cock and was hitting all the spots.

I heard the boss man shout, “Get your black cock up there and fuck him hard,” and my hole was empty, briefly, and then I had God knows how many inches of black cock shoved in there.

“Contrast looks good,” the cameraman muttered. The other cameraman was filming from the side so he could see a black cock going up my arse and the big bloke forcing his cock down my throat, I was pinned on two cocks. At least the big bloke and let go of my ears and was supporting me with his hands under my armpits but using his grip to pull me off of the cock in my arse and onto his cock in my mouth before pushing me off his cock and down onto the other cock wedged in my arsehole.

The three of them took it in turns to fuck my arse to within an inch of me shooting my load over the cameraman who was still between my legs. I was leaking lube, precum, my nipples were swollen to thick points and my arsehole was grabbing frantically at whatever cock was up inside it at any given moment.