The following is a work of fiction involving adults (18 ) in a fantasy scenario.

I was about to call it a night. After a few hours cruising, I'd swallowed a few loads, but there was a chill in the air that kept it from being busy enough for real fun.

On my way out of the park I lock eyes with this tall hunk. 6'3" and 190 or so, and based on what seemed to be in his shorts, hung. I slipped behind a bush into a clearing and fell to my knees when I heard him following. It was late. I was tired. If he wasn't down for just starting with head we weren't a match. He pulled his dick out. A throatful, but a manageable one.

I got to work and I heard steps approaching as he hardened in my throat. I felt a finger slide into my shorts and I slid my throat a little further down the now hard dick. Heaven. The finger returned wet

"Do you mind?" A cheerful voice lilts down to me from the finger's owner. I start pulling back, only to have the cock in my mouth thrust deeper.

"Nah, that ends yours."

I arch my back and, when they guide me, allow them to situate me. I bend over, sucking one guy while some stranger I've never even seen was pulling out his dick to fuck me. This is why I love cruising.

I felt the heavy heat of a thick dick laying on my ass and up my back. I felt it brushing impossibly far up my back while he ground his hips against mine. I took a hit of poppers and slipped down a handful of throat slime. "You'll need lube," I gasp out and drive back down on my dick.

"Well excuse the fuck out of me," he laughed slipping his tip. That's when everything changed. Suddenly mean he drove into me, plunging deeper as he grunted his emphasis. "I didn't REALIZE this pussyboy was the EXPERT on how I" as he grunted 'I' his body slammed into me. He began to punctuate with increasingly long and violent strokes. "like to FUCK pussyboys. I like a LITTLE bit of GRIP."

He kept thrusting and said more, but as intense as the use my ass was getting my airway demanded my attention. My head swimming with poppers I tried get my hands under my so I could push down. They were stuck or hooked. Fuck. With a struggle and a gasp, my oxygen-starved brain connected the sensations in my body. My arms were behind me, held like reigns for the man fucking me. I tried to pull my head up, but I was outmaneuvered, and only ended up arching my back to better offer my ass to this man tearing his way into me.

Suddenly I could breathe and there was nothing in either hole. I fell onto all fours, hanging my head as I caught my breath. I realized he was wiping off his dick. I knew I was clean, but I guess he noticed the one load I had taken earlier. Once I looked up at him, he smirked down on me and said, "now I feel like I have a point to make. I didn't need lube to get in you, and I don't need the lube or cum from the last guy to finish in you."

"Please stop." I was roughly pulled to my feet and they made me resume my position, sucking, waiting. My ass was out but I couldn't tell if he was lubing up or... Poppers appeared under my nose and it faded to a blur. Someone came in my throat. He made a joke. Laughter. I can breathe now. I can take more poppers now. With poppers I can ignore the rips it starts feeling good. He cums in me. I'm on all fours as he walks away. "Telling me what I'll need."

I'm alone behind a bush in the park. I'm on all fours. The world tilts back to even as the poppers fade, but then there's another top a glob of spit. More poppers. A much smaller cock.

Later, when I get home, I think about the loads in me. I think about saying no. I think about gasping for air. I cum. I cry. I fall asleep. I dream of them. I cum again.