Date: Wed, 8 Nov 2006 23:46:33 +0100
From: jack <hotmale@wanadoo.fr>
Subject: I want to be his whore

I used to go to the park when I lived in town. I was pretty inexperienced
and frightened in those days but with a bit of alcohol to lower my
inhibitions I managed to have a few good experiences as well as quite a few
cold evenings when I finished the night by wanking off while fucking a tree.
Few people around and all scared to approach like me.

Now I live in the country and am much more active in my cruising. In the
country there are less people though and no well-known park. But of course
there are places once you look for them.

There is a river nearby where people go to swim. Some places fairly
populated on a 'beach', a dozen people say, other little spots where it is
easy to get to the water and where people tend to be on their own, or a
couple at most. I go in the summer, check out any nice bulges I see on the
way, find a spot on my own but visible, and hope for a passing hit. I've had
one or two but not very interesting. I needed more.

I began to look for a real cruising spot and finally found one about ten
miles away. Still by the river, a disused road leading to a disused bridge
off from the new both which has been sorted out by the local council as a
rest spot with installed concrete tables and benches for picnickers. So
stopping there doesn't raise any eyebrows.

The first time I went there there was nobody around. However, off to the
right of a little track leading along the river, there was a clearing with
tissues, opened condom packets (but no condoms) and gel pouches all over the
place. I knew I had found the spot.

The next time I came I gave two blow jobs to a couple of nice cocks. Both
were mature men, I am too and I like them, one was really virile and hard
but the other needed working on. I love sucking cock, and do it well I'm
told, so I had him at maximum in the end, filling my mouth with his hot hard
cock and then his lovely sperm.

So over the summer I went a few times, mainly I got to suck, from one to
three nice cocks each time, and once I was fucked rather badly. I like being
fucked. I love being fucked in fact and my thing is to be a whore. I love
wearing undies. I have a nice slim body but, unfortunately from this point
of view, I have a pretty masculine face so can't really do the whole
transvestite thing. But boy, would I love to. Pity that I didn't discover
this pleasure when I was younger and pretty (I was, gays were always trying
to get me, I just ran away, scared out of my life) I would have knocked them
silly.

Still occasionally I've met guys through the net (very few) and sometimes
they've liked a nice little arse in white lace panties. But far from
satisfactory on the whole.

One day, at the cruising spot, a man of about sixty comes and sits on the
opposite bench of the table at which I was sitting and began reading a book.
I was having a cigarette and waiting for some action but I didn't get the
impression that he was looking for it. I think he started up the
conversation, saying it was a quiet place to read or something. It pretty
soon got on to why we were really there, though I don't know how, and soon
we walked off down the track together where once we were out of sight he
started to pay with my arse and me to get very excited.

As soon as we had found a discreet spot he began kissing me. I like that
especially when their breath and mouth aren't poisonous. His wasn't. Then I
went down on him. Wow, what a cock, big hard and hairy, I was in heaven
already. Then he asked me if I wanted to be fucked. Oh boy, did I. He fucked
me good and hard and while fucking me he called me his little whore and
stuff. I went crazy. that's what I like more than anything, being a whore.

We had our fun and parted but the next time I went there a few weeks later I
hoped to meet him again. This time I had a cute little pair of lacy panties
on just in case. If we did meet, I thought he'd like it. We did and he did.
The next time I went there and met him again I had a bra, suspenders,
stockings and a string. He went crazy, so did I. I had him spank me hard, I
love that, I sucked him for a long time and then I let him fuck me like the
whore he wanted. Mmmmm.

We've talked a bit and he says he has an ailing relative at home so he can't
invite me there. I say I have curious neighbours, which is just as much a
lie. But I expect it will come that I invite him and have the pleasure of
feeling his weight on me, opening my legs and feeling his lovely cock slip
into the hot arse of his whore.