A true recollection of an encounter with a cholo.

At the time, I had recently finished my time in the military after serving 4 years. I was 22 at the time. A bit lost on what to do next.

I was walking through my neighborhood headed to work. As I was passing the entrance to a park, I noticed a car behind me driving slowly towards my direction. I started to get nervous and my heart rate quickened. I didn’t live in the best neighborhood. I picked up the pace and started looking around for places I could hide or run to, just in case. The driver stopped shouted out through his passenger window asking, “Do you know where the park is?”. I thought his question was strange as we just passed it. I looked back at him and replied, “It’s back there” and I quickly crossed the street and kept walking forward. He started driving slowly again. When he caught up to me, he matched my speed and asked if I knew where the Mexican restaurant was at. I thought this was the end. I was fucked. I stopped and faced the car. He stopped his car, his driver side window was down and I looked in to see if I recognized the driver. I noticed he had a ribbed tank top on, short cholo style haircut, and a bunch of tattoos on his arms, shoulders, neck, and face. I also noticed that he was hot AF. He was lean with a bit of muscle, piercing hazel eyes. He looked like a light-skinned Latino cholo. I replied, “The restaurant is on the corner.”He didn’t say anything and I noticed something bouncing up and down, slightly peeking up from the window.

“Wait, does he have his dick out?”I thought to myself incredulously. I got closer and I was able to clearly see that he was waving his dick around. It looked fat and juicy, around 7” long, with some heft, his head sliding in and out of the foreskin. He was fully engorged. I walked right up to his door. Mesmerized, I whispered, “Can I touch it?”When he said yes, I reached in and started playing with his dick. It felt thick and hot in my hand. He asked me if I wanted to get in. “Yes”, I replied too quickly. I rounded his car and got in. I resumed playing with his dick as he revered back towards the park so he could pull over. As soon as he parked, he grabbed the back of my head, whispered in my ear, “Suck it.”and proceeded to push my head down to his crotch. The smell of sweat, musk, and a little bit of pee was intoxicating and I was in heaven. I took him in my mouth and got to work. I had to stop every once and awhile when a car would pass by. He was moaning so good and calling me a good little fag. That got me going even more. I went to deep throat him and he drove his elbow down the back of my neck and held me down. I struggled to breathe and not to gag. He panted, “fuuuuuuuck” as he tensed up and held me down even harder. Tears flooded my eyes as wave after wave of his hot, bitter cum hit the back of my throat. I desperately swallowed as much as I could. Just as I could not hold it any longer, he released me and I gasped for air. He reached over and got some tissue from the glove compartment and handed it to me. “Thanks” he murmured as I took the tissue. I was too bewildered by the experience to reply. I got out of his car and he drove off. I resumed, a bit late now, my walk to work.