Unknown Pleasures [True Story] - Part 1

At 30-something years old I had always been in a closed relationship: a series of short-lived relationships that had not allowed me to fulfill certain fantasies that had occasionally crossed my mind. But months had passed since the story with Raúl had ended and by then I had overcome the mourning. I worked as an administrative assistant in a small company about 30km from home, and on my way to work, every day, I passed by the outskirts of an industrial park that I knew had a cruising area, and every time I passed by, my heart raced, although I had never gathered enough courage to try what gave me so much thrill. Almost by chance, I had been presented with a much better job opportunity, so I had been preparing my farewell for a few weeks and that Friday was my last day, so my colleagues had organized a farewell dinner. The dinner was joyful and sad at the same time, with gifts and good wishes and also some alcohol. And I knew I wouldn't be passing by there much more, so gathering my courage I decided that it was time: the first time I was going to go cruising in my life. Years have passed since this, but I still remember the nerves, the excitement, and a series of ideas that crossed my mind at the same time. Without thinking too much about it, probably helped by one or two more drinks, on the way back home after dinner, I headed towards that secluded spot in an unknown industrial park. It was a cold winter night and it was freezing, so the heating was almost at maximum. Once parked near one of the many warehouses that populate it, I remained inside the car, afraid, inhibited, not knowing what to do, not knowing if that was the exact spot, as there was hardly any movement, just an occasional car coming and going very punctually that could belong to the night shift workers. "It has to be here," I repeated to myself. So I waited, fearful... I waited and waited until I had almost lost track of time. "How does this work? How do I approach someone?" I didn't know how, but what I was clear about is that that night I was going to go home having fulfilled one of my fantasies: having sex with strangers.

Minutes after parking, a man who appeared out of nowhere approached the passenger seat window and gestured for me to roll it down.

- Hello, how are you?

- Good, good, here... Hehehe -I said, still feeling some slight effects from the alcohol of the dinner, although they were beginning to wear off.

The nervous laughter must have amused him and he undoubtedly realized that I was a newbie in those kinds of places. Probably that pushed him not to speak any more words, get in the car, close the door quickly, and utter a brief "I'm in a hurry," as he unzipped and pulled out his half-hard cock. My mouth watered at the sight of that member eager to be squeezed. He was a man in his 50s, sturdy, big, not excessively handsome but with a lot of thrill, which increased when I noticed he had a ring on his ring finger. Without saying anything, and after rolling up the window again, I found myself reaching for his cock with my hand to give him a good handjob. He insisted a couple of times for me to lower my mouth to his cock, which had gotten as hard as a rock, but nerves still controlled my instincts and I declined the proposal, so not long after starting to jerk off that cock, the married man exploded in pleasure and with almost imperceptible moans he wet my fingers, staining the seat and the dashboard with his cum. So after finishing, wiping off as much as he could with toilet paper, fastening his pants, getting out of the car and saying an indifferent "see you later," I let his cum remain in my hand, which I used as lubricant to masturbate.

Although the situation had been thrilling for a newbie like me at that time, I had not yet cum and the desire for more was even greater, so I drove around the area a couple of times, hoping to find another horny guy eager to be squeezed. And that day, unbeknownst to me, the stars had aligned for me, as what was about to happen next would forever change the course of my desires, fantasies, and lifestyle. So unexpected and so unknown that I could not even begin to imagine.

I had indeed fantasized before about a more hardcore X-rated movie than the typical vanilla porn of any scene with perfect-bodied twenty-somethings, but beyond watching mature, hairy, muscular, sweaty men fuck hard (something that really turns me on), I had not delved further into it.

After a couple of laps, I realized that a red Audi A1 had been following me for a while. It was night and it was impossible to see who and how the man driving the car was and was looking for some action with another guy.

I parked on the side of a street in the industrial park, around from where a few minutes earlier I had jerked off a married guy, waiting to see what would happen next. He parked right behind me. The fear of the unknown still controlled my actions so, once again, I stayed inside the car, almost motionless, with accelerated breathing, waiting for the other person to give some kind of signal, a first step, as I was practically paralyzed. And I didn't have to wait long, because a few seconds after parking, a large and imposing figure got out of the car. Due to the poor visibility, I was unable to make out much more than his silhouette through the rearview mirror, but that man was approaching my car with determination. He stopped at my window and when I raised my gaze to see... damn, what a man! In his forties, strong body, with sexy grayish-grey hair, a very well-kept and white beard, large hands, a beautiful face... He was, without a doubt, the type of man I like: a man in whom one can easily see that experience has sculpted an almost exquisite wisdom and mastery. I thanked my lucky stars for finding such a gem on my debut at a cruising spot.

- You're new here, huh? He said in a tremendously manly voice.

- Yes, it's my first time cruising.

- Yeah, I haven't seen you before. And what about you? What do you think? What did I think? I was in heaven! But I wasn't going to tell him that.

- Good, I was with someone earlier, but I wanted more.

- I see. Do you want me to come in?

- Yes, sure, come up.

That unknown mature man walked around the car, opened the door and got in almost mechanically. Christmas was just around the corner and it was cold outside, so he was moderately dressed.

- So, what do you like to do? He said, staring straight into my eyes.

- A little bit of everything, I replied, curtly.

- Very well. Come here!

His commanding and severe voice denoted tranquility and almost evoked a paternal feeling for me, which contrasted with another somewhat strange and authoritative one as he took hold of my nape to bring my mouth close to his. And that man KNEW how to kiss. He did it with passion, and I enjoyed the sensation of feeling the touch of my tongue against his, his well-kept beard, his deep breathing, his smell, his taste... All my nervousness dissipated and mixed with the drool that the Audi A1 owner and I were sharing eagerly.

I couldn't take it anymore, I unzipped my pants, pulled out my hard cock and started jerking off wildly, it was an absolute delight. Although I didn't want to stop tasting his lips, I reclined my seat to get comfortable and he did the same with his. I continued jerking off while he lifted the sweater I was wearing, which simply got in the way, exposing my hairy chest and nipples, which he began to kiss, lick, suck, and bite in a way that no one had ever done to me. But that man was not like the first one, I wanted much more from that encounter, so I stopped touching myself and put my hand directly on his bulge. I didn't know what act of kindness I would have committed in another life, but in this one, he was compensating me greatly that day. His package was noticeably large from what I had seen up to that point; I simply couldn't understand how that wasn't bursting out of his jeans.

The appetite was already overflowing, so I wanted to find out immediately what was hiding under that mound he was concealing under his pants. And after unbuttoning his tight jeans... I discovered that yes, his cock was exorbitantly large, thick, hard, and appealing, matching his balls, also big and hot. It was a beautiful sight, very similar to what I had seen in those porn videos with exaggerated members many times. But this time I had it before my eyes and in my hands.

As it was only natural, I started moving my hand up and down, with repetitive and continuous movements while I still had my sweater up and now back to his lips.

- Stop! He said.

- What's wrong, don't you want?

- No, I don't want. You know what? I have other more... "wild" preferences, but this is not the place.

- Okay, but... Uffff, I can't stop now.

- Okay, if you want to cum, you can.

- Yes, yes!

Without even imagining it, that stranger had just given me his consent to continue with the job, which I naturally accepted without questioning the reason or understanding what the hell he meant by "wild preferences". So I leaned back in the reclined seat again, taking my cock in my right hand to do what he didn't want me to do, while I brought his lips to mine with the left. Apart from being an excellent kisser, he showed that his large hands were not at all clumsy, as when he started squeezing my nipples I saw heaven. The cum from the previous man had already dried on my dick, but it was beginning to thicken with the mixture of my pre-cum. And in that small car with the heating on full blast, in the dark with fogged windows, the very recognizable smell of man sex was intoxicating. And... so much thrill together only has one ending: an extremely pleasurable orgasm that splattered my stomach with cum, reaching my chest and sweater.

- That's how I like it He whispered with half a smile on his face.

- God, I like it too!

- Very good, and now what?

- Well, I have to go home now I said as I took a pack of tissues out of my back pocket.

- You know you're going to give me your phone number, right?

- Hmmmmm... I have no objection, go ahead. But we'll probably see each other around here again oth...

- Give it to me.

I didn't understand why a stranger was talking to me in such a brusque way and I was responding assertively to what he was saying, without even questioning myself whether I wanted to or not; yet, I gave it to him. Without getting out of the car and while I tried to clean up the mess after a thick and sticky cum, he gave me a missed call to make sure I hadn't lied by giving him my phone number, so we both had each other's numbers.

- I'll call you or write you. Drive carefully, I'm Albert He said as he tucked the phone into his jacket pocket and put away his now less hard but equally exaggerated cock.

- My name's Marcos.

- We'll repeat properly, Marcos.

He opened the door, and without saying goodbye, he left me there, with a bunch of toilet paper stained on the floor of my car. The job was done, and I felt satisfied. The burning desire I had felt for men that day had been extinguished, and the curiosity to explore that den of perversion was satisfied. So after zipping up my pants, I saved his contact in my phone's agenda. "Nothing else to do here," I told myself, and I left. How long had I been there? And as I drove away, on my way home... "But what the hell? 'Wild preferences'?" The intense voice of that man kept ringing in my head, reminding me of that brief and almost naive moment.

Halfway there and completely sober after the time spent in the industrial park, as I drove back home on the highway, my phone rang. "Who could be calling at this hour? People are crazy!". I picked up the phone, and to my surprise, I read on the screen "Albert Cruising". "Well, well... Did he leave something behind?". It could be, although after a quick glance in which I could only see a bunch of paper towels stained with my cum and the married man's on the floor, I couldn't see anything else out of place.

- Hello Albert, how are you?

- Fine, all good. Already at home, I live nearby. I told you I want us to repeat, didn't I?

- Well, yes, we'll see each other some of these days.

- No, we won't "see" each other. We'll talk these days and we'll meet again soon.

- Yes, okay... -I replied indifferently and as a matter of form.

- I'm telling you, drive carefully. By the way, I previously mentioned my preferences. What do you think?

- Well, the truth is I like kinky sex too.

- What I like we couldn't do in the car.

- It was the right moment.

- No, it wasn't the moment. The moment will be when I say.

- Ah... okay... -"But this guy...?" I thought.

- And it will be next week. Now I'll leave you. Goodbye.

- Okay, we'll talk, take care.

And before I could finish my words, he had already hung up. After the call, I took stock: entertaining time, first flirting experience. Is this the code? Do people exchange phone numbers? And this guy is so weird... what does he mean by "wild preferences"? Minutes later, upon arriving home and removing the remains from the car that betrayed a night of debauchery, it was already very late and I started to feel sleepy. The fear I had felt had dissipated along with the alcohol, in short, it hadn't been that bad after all: jerking off with strangers. So I put on my pajamas, and deliberately did not shower, to keep the smell and essence of what that first cruising night had been.

(CONTINUES IN PART 2)