“What brings you out today?” the salesman asked as he approached me on the car lot, flashing his pearly whites. He was sporting a pair of dark shades, and looked hot as fuck in a tight shirt that hugged his muscular, tattooed body. But what I wanted, more than any car on that lot, was to take a ride on that bulging cock in his pants.
“We’ve got some new models that just came in last week,” he continued without pausing, “which means we’re making some great deals on last year’s models. You looking to purchase or lease?”
“I’m looking for Brent,” I stated, ignoring his question as I appraised his fine physique. “Are you Brent?”
“Yeah—I’m Brent,” he smiled broadly, like any good salesman. “Did a buddy refer you to me? Because we love to get referrals from our happy—”
“Cameron sent me,” I cut him off.
“Cameron?” he cocked his head, removing his dark shades to reveal a raised eyebrow.
“Cameron,” I repeated. “He told me he took a test drive with you yesterday, and said I should come take a test drive with you, too.”
“Yeah—I remember Cameron,” he smiled deviously, looking over his shoulder to make sure no other sales associates were around. “Is he a buddy of yours?”
“Yes,” I nodded. “A close buddy.”
“I bet he is,” Brent winked, looking me up and down as he adjusted his package. “Yeah, man. I’m down for a test drive with you. Meet me up by the show room. I’m just gonna pull a dealer tag and the keys to a sweet RAV4 that we just got on the lot. I think you’ll enjoy the—ride.”
“Make a right up here,” he directed a few minutes later as we pulled out of the dealership. “I know a discreet spot that’s just up the road.”
“You do this a lot?” I asked. “Let guys suck you off on test drives?”
“Now and then,” Brent admitted. “It gets pretty boring standing around in the lot all day, hoping to make a sale. I’m not gonna turn down some easy head when it comes my way, you get me?”
“I get you,” I smiled, looking over at his tented pants. Cameron had told me the guy’s cock was a mouthful, which appeared to be no exaggeration.
“How do you know Cameron?” he asked, gesturing for me to turn left. “Is he, like, your boyfriend?”
“Jesus, no,” I laughed. “We’re fraternity brothers over at State.”
“What is it with you frat guys?” Brent chuckled. “I would have gone Greek in college, had I known you all like to suck dick so much.”
I ignored the jab as he directed me to pull in behind an old bowling alley that was boarded up. The location was perfect, hidden away from the street and any prying eyes.
“Have at it, man,” he invited, unzipping and pulling out a thick eight-incher as I put the car in park. “I’m warning you—I shoot a big load.”
“Sweet,” I licked my lips, undoing my seatbelt, leaning over to finally taste that beautiful cock. “I love a big load.”
“Just to be clear,” he braced his meaty hand against my chest to stop me, “I expect you to swallow my nut. I can’t bring this car back to the dealership with my load sprayed all over the windows and seats, got it?”
“Yes,” I agreed “I won’t miss a single drop.”
“Good,” Brent smiled wickedly, grabbing me by the back of my head and forcing his big cock down my throat. “That’s it, bitch. Fucking choke on this big dick.”
Instantly, his balls were mashed against my chin, his cock head halfway down my esophagus, my nostrils buried in his heady pubes. Fuck, it felt good.
Gripping my head in his meaty hands, he raised his hips in his seat and began a full-fledged assault on my throat, battering my tonsils over and over again. Deftly, I unhinged my jaw, giving him the freedom to fuck my throat as deep as he could go.
“Fuck, man,” he growled, his cock a battering ram down my throat. “If my girlfriend could suck dick as good as you, I might put a ring on her finger.”
No bitch could ever suck dick as good as me, I wanted to reply, but his big cock was too busy pummeling my vocal cords. I was loving his big dick, eager to taste his load. Yet Brent had other plans.
“You like to get fucked?” Brent asked, his meaty hand sliding down the back of my pants, his thick finger teasing my hole. “You want this big dick up your ass?”
I couldn’t believe what was happening. Cameron had told me the dude was a head only kind of guy, who had turned down the opportunity to fuck Cameron’s ass. It must have been my lucky day.
“Fuck my ass,” I begged, coming up for air, sliding down my shorts as I prepared to mount his wet cock right there on the passenger seat. “Get that big dick in me.”
“Hold up—hold up,” he stopped me, opening the car door. “It’s too cramped in here. How ‘bout you bend over the hood for me?”
I hadn’t been fucked over the hood of a car since my miscreant uncle took me to the state fair for my eighteenth birthday, his hairy cock shooting a load up my ass as we watched the closing fireworks from the parking lot. I was eager to relive the experience.
“I don’t have a condom,” Brent announced just before entering me, spitting on his cock. “You cool if I fuck you raw?”
“Hell yeah,” I agreed, my face pressed against the warm hood of the car, my ass presented to him. “Fucking raw dog this hole.”
“Damn,” he exclaimed, his cock head teasing my puckered hole, just barely pushing against the pink folds of my sphincter. “My girlfriend always makes me wrap it.”
“I’m not your—” I began to say before he gripped me by the shoulders and shoved into me. “FUUUCK,” I screamed, blinded by a flash of pain in my depths. “Dude, it’s too dry—more spit.”
Pulling out partly, he hawked another wad of spit on his shaft before pushing back into me, his thick cock gliding in and out of my hole satisfactorily. Jesus, his big dick felt good up my ass.
“Christ, you’re tight,” he marveled, pushing balls deep in me, my sphincter gripping his cock at the base. “I’ve fucked virgins that weren’t this tight.”
“Does it feel good?” I asked, grinding my ass against him. “You like my cunt?”
“Fuck yeah,” Brent exhaled, delivering a series of slow, deliberate strokes. “Your hole feels fucking amazing.”
“Then wreck my cunt,” I begged. “Fucking own it.”
“Be careful what you wish for,” he smacked my ass with one hand, picking up the pace. Going from zero to sixty in about two seconds, he began to pummel my hole with a fierce intensity, his hairy balls slapping against my ass with each thrust. “You like it rough, bitch?”
“Fuck yes,” I moaned, my arms splayed against the hood of the car. “Gimme all you got.”
And he did. Jesus fucking Christ, he wrecked me. Moving his hands to my hips, Brent began to jackhammer the living shit out of me, his thick cock pushing deeper and deeper inside me. The sound of skin slapping skin echoed off the back walls of the bowling alley over and over, his cock relentless in me.
“Can I cum in you?” he asked urgently? “Can I shoot my load up your ass?”
“Yes,” I pleaded. “Fucking breed my hole.”
I could feel his shaft expanding in me, straining against my defeated sphincter. A deep throbbing started to build inside me, followed by a steady vibration as his whole body began to quake.
“FUCK,” he barked, his cock exploding inside of me. The flood gates opened, a torrent of cum releasing into my bowels. A warmth began to radiate from deep within me as his cock spurted over and over again, his balls in blissful release.
“Shit, I needed that,” he exhaled, pulling out of me abruptly. His pearly load succumbed to gravity, careening from my gaping hole and splatting upon the asphalt beneath me. “You’ve got a cunt made for cock, dude.”
“Thanks, man,” I smiled, pulling up my pants, his warm load squished between my ass cheeks.
“We better get back,” he announced, stuffing his spent cock into his pants and zipping himself back up.
“Pull up in front of the show room,” he directed as we arrived back to the dealership moments later. “What did you think of the car?”
“I fucking loved it,” I winked, still playing along with our ruse as I shifted the car into park. “It was the best ride I’ve had in a long time.”
“Awesome,” Brent smiled. “Why don’t you come inside and I’ll see if I can round up the sales manager?”
“Sales manager?” I replied, confused. “Dude—I’m not actually looking to buy a car. I just came here for your dick.”
“Don’t worry,” Brent laughed. “The sales manager isn’t going to sell you a car. His wife just had a baby, and his balls are backed up. I think he could really use your sweet cunt, if you’re game.”
“I’m game,” I replied excitedly, my used ass eagerly anticipating my second ride of the day.
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
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