Gaypig

Chapter: Pigs are naked

I keep a diary of my most interesting sex adventures. This time I was looking forward to a "date" for sucking and fucking, with a big guy and a big dick. My profile is frank, safer anal sex, but up for dares, turned on by group sex, bondage and being the pig. With experience, I am attracted to more extreme action to achieve a sexual high. Sucking off a Grindr hookup, or playing bed-warmer for a couple of well mannered bears from Scruff can be nice, but nothing new. I may as well have a porn wank or spend a few hours manning a gloryhole at Pleasuredrome.

My submissive instinct to give pleasure to whomever is dominating, fooled me into taking more risks than I planned.

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1 June

I was intrigued by a message asking if I fancied a fuck outdoors. From his profile I knew he was a dominant top with a big load, showing photos of some cocksucker getting his arse filled, followed by a pretty facial from his spunking cock. The meet was to be at woods in Greenwich popular with doggers, he offered to take a photo of his cock in my face to add to my collection and his gallery of the "fucked". It sounded like a fun thing to try, so a couple of days later I made my way there, crossing to the grass verge opposite the golf course, I eventually found the layby. I guessed it would be quiet, as it was not long before sunset, but I had no idea what times are popular with doggers. Set back behind trees next to the A207 carriageway, it was not a proper layby, but the entrance to a service road which branched off. There was room at entrance for a car to pull in next to a bin, and was obviously the right area due to the number of condoms I could see scattered in the grass. Woods and scrub were dense, with the tarmac giving out to a long dirt track and a meadow surrounded by more woods. I was relieved to see my hookup waiting a short distance up the service road, leaning against a car.

I was carrying as little as possible, a cheap mobile, cash, travel card and a lucky condom. A wallet or bag might tempt fate, you hear stories of getting mugged in cruisy areas, especially the one about a guy having a cheeky wank and getting his trousers snatched from under the toilet cubicle door. I wore a jogging outfit, everything ridiculously cheap from Primark: white nylon shorts, day-glo trainers, sleeveless white sports vest. Nothing else, not even socks or jockstrap. In London, joggers are ubiquitous and unnoticeable, perfect for cruising.

He looked bigger than I expected, maybe 6'6" or more, bearish with leather jacket and camouflage pants. He seemed older than me, but this was anonymous sex, so I knew nothing about him apart from his sexual preferences, and the blue hire car he said he would be driving. It was intimidating, he looked me over as I approached and I felt like a boy standing in front of him, my balls drawing up into my body in reaction. I am 5'9" and average weight but never got around to working out apart from lifting a library book, though with the zero crop haircut I had the day before, some people thought I looked hard.

I said hi, he seemed friendly, offering me water. I took a sip, making me hungry as I hadn't eaten. I prefer sex on an empty gut, it makes me horny for longer. When fasted, I have no trouble swallowing anyone's spunk. Being hungry it tastes great, even lube-y spunk from a used condom. A bathhouse tip learned from safe sex leaflets, was to keep a rubber johnny in my cheek, ready to roll on a guy's dick with my mouth. Being grateful after getting fucked, I pull the full cum catcher off, lick cock and balls clean, then suck the used rubber dry like an ice pop. I get a kick from being watched doing it, even if seeing me suck the cum out of a condom grosses out half of my post-orgasm fuckers. Not sure why, I tell everyone how much I love spunk, and it's no worse than rimming, right? I have been carried away during group sex in the sauna, and helped myself to the spunk from someone else's freshly discarded rubber, but yeah, that's plain nasty, so nothing to brag about.

The unspoken rule was that in a few minutes I would be on my knees giving him a blow job, hopefully followed by getting fucked senseless in his car; neither of us were looking for friends or romance. Without asking, he slipped a hand up the leg of my shorts while the water bottle was in my mouth, squeezing my cock, making it rise to its six inches. Turning my foreskin between thumb and finger, he offered me a couple of pills. They were in their packet and I could see that they were viagra. What the hell, I avoided party drugs, but these did not count. I knocked them back with the water, keeping my hands raised while he worked my cock and pulled hard on my balls, watching my face to see how I reacted. My shorts lining started to rip, so I pressed against him to avoid getting them damaged, but he continued to pull. I realised he was doing it to see whether I'd chicken out. I relaxed, leaning back, holding on to his shoulder, spreading my legs, and let him get a better grip. I ground my hips into him, feeling his cock pressing back inside his pants. He made a large fist inside my shorts, popping the length of the seam at one side. I thought he was going to rip them off me as he forced the material up, the mesh lining pulling apart, giving open access to my balls and arse. His rubbing of my balls made me stiffer, horniness making me reckless.

Pressed against each other, he could feel me drink and swallow, and I could smell his sweat and the leather of his jacket, my body jerked each time he yanked my balls. I squirmed against him, feeling his rough hand rasp up and down against my cock. His other hand stroked between my buttocks and dragged down my damaged shorts, exposing my arse and freeing my cock. Behind trees lining the main road it felt private, with cars passing the entrance going too fast to see anything, plus anyone driving onto the obscure track had to be a dogger. I realised he was working me, getting me hotter, as he groped and slowly jacked my cock, raising my vest up, pushing the cloth into my mouth like a gag. He pulled and twisted my nipples, giving me enough pain to bite down on my balled up vest, briefly shouting into the material, while my betraying cock kept jerking up, encouraging him to keep on twisting. I am not a pain pig, and was relieved he left my nipples and returned to pulling down on my balls with one hand, and holding my cock like a joystick in the other. My shorts were puddled on the ground, so I stepped out of them. He told me to take off my shoes. My cock was was still in his grip, I could not bend down, so I kicked them off. I enjoyed the cool feeling of bare feet on the gritty dirt road, while my body rocked in time to the steady slow wanking of my cock. Dazed by hot sensations from my nipples, I automatically raised my arms as he started to pull my vest over my head. I was up for getting naked, no secret there as he had seen my profile with plenty of nudity, submissive humiliation and bondage, and wondered if I was about to get fucked against the car and should get my condom ready. I pressed the full length of my naked body against his clothed one, moaning as he rubbed his hands over me. I felt his hard cock, wanting to release it, suck it, and got hold of the buttons of his flies, but he pushed my hand away. Feeling like we were in a porn scene, he held my head back, and looking deep into my eyes to see my reaction, he pushed two fingers of his right hand firmly up my arse. I sucked in air, keeping my arse relaxed and lifting a leg up against his hip to give him better access. He kissed me, his tongue pressing deep into my mouth and exploring, in exactly the same way as his fingers explored my arse, penetrating me with his knuckles rubbing at my arse ring. He could feel I was slick with lube. Knowing I was going to get fucked, I had prepared, flushed myself out and squirted lube up my arse before leaving home.

He surprised me, pushing me back and picking up my clothes. He wiped his fingers on my vest, and turned to throw the lot in his car boot. I heard the central locking go with a final sounding clunk. He grinned and said I was going to have to put on a bloody good show if I wanted my clothes back. With just the cover of a few trees and bushes between us and the main road, I realised he had called my bluff one of my profile's turn-ons, committing me to staying barefoot and naked in this dogging area. I was nervous about this turning into his rape fantasy, but I was turned on by the domination, and he had already seen plenty in my profile photos. At least it was a mild evening and he was not into handcuffs, I grinned back.

Fuck me, this had got out of control fast for a first hookup. Ten minutes after arriving, I was stripped naked with my mobile and clothes locked out of reach. This guy knew that I was getting turned on and was pushing the right buttons. He pulled me up against the car, hugged me close again, and testing whether I was playing the pig, had me suck on the fingers that had just been up my butt. Once they were covered in my spit, he reached back and slipped them back up my arse while magnifying the feeling of being exposed and penetrated by keeping eye contact, making me uncontrollably grunt in pleasure, rubbing against his stomach. He made my cock jerk and leak precum by feeling around inside me, knowingly rubbing my prostate as he said into my ear that just as I had asked for online, he was going to fill both my holes. He wasn't kidding as his promised eight inch cock was bulging the front of his trousers as I gripped the outline of it. I had not planned on being stupid enough to let a stranger fuck me bareback, but the slutty desire to feel his cock inside me, was overruling everything else, and as I squirmed indecently on his fingers, I was daring myself to do it.

My arse was relaxed enough for him to push in four large fingers. Holding my dangling balls in a tight grip, he led me away from the safety of the car into the trees on the side closer to the dual carriageway, close enough for me to see the grass verge. He positioned me down, like an animal in heat, arsehole on display and legs spread for easy access to yank on my cock and balls. It made sense now, him standing in his jacket and my naked body almost hidden behind long grass next to the verge. I was looking forward, watching the headlights of a car go past, when he pulled open his pants, letting them drop, grabbed my hips and made me gasp at the sting from forcefully ramming his shaft into me. This was a first for me, getting fucked outdoors with a cock I had not seen yet!

I relaxed, closed my eyes, focusing on my arse muscles embracing his shaft like a second throat. I could feel the long grass erotically rubbing against my naked body as his balls started slapping against mine. By the way his cock was resisting harder when pulling back, I guessed it must have a large cock head and definitely felt like skin on skin bareback. I had to brace myself by gripping onto handfuls of grass, the sharp pain of the quick penetration turning into warmth. I was grunting with pleasure, my arse relaxing and clenching around his cock deep in my hole, spurring him on as he started rapidly fucking me, pulling almost completely out, then making my cock jerk to full hardness, as he rammed back in until he slapped up against my backside. He told me to start begging if I wanted to suck his cock clean and taste his cum. He knew that I would offer to do anything. My cock hard, out in the cool fresh air, bollock naked with stranger thrust deep inside, rubbing against my prostate, far too fucking horny to care. I'm no butt-fuck virgin, and like a well trained rent boy, was squeezing my muscles in time to his thrusts to pull in his cock shaft. I was milking his cock inside me, doing my best to pleasure him, getting him quicker to orgasm. I have no idea what words I used, I was on automatic, flying an extatic high as I begged to be his cum dump, to have a belly full of spunk and suck him clean afterwards.

Down on my hands and knees I could see a couple of used rubbers among the bits of litter strewn in the grass, but only wondered afterwards if he had fucked anyone else here. After at least fifteen minutes of first class doggie style fucking, he got rougher, and he would pull out, loudly slap my arse to get me to tense up, then ram hard in again. That really hit the spot, I thought I was going to cum without touching my cock. Every time I got hard rammed, I was yelping out, my prostate was giving me a mini-orgasm and he seemed to be loving the feeling of me clenching down on his knob.

"Stand up Fuck Pig, but keep my dick up your arse." With his hands on my hips, holding me firmly in position, it was a relief to get up off my grass stained knees, but I was now exposing my sweaty naked body and dripping erection to the road. Night was coming fast, and the few cars that had gone by had their lights on. I guessed that though they were passing just 10 yards away, we could see them in the twilight, but to them we were almost invisible between the trees and shadows. He stayed deep in me, one large hand now wrapped around my neck, and the other intermittently slapping and briefly wanking my rigid hard cock. Edging me, then getting me to take over the work of fucking myself on his fat shaft. I felt slutty reaching back for the base of his cock, pulling myself up so he almost popped out, and sitting back on it, feeling his cock head like a police truncheon pushing its way through my guts. He paused to take off his jacket, I realised he must have had nothing underneath it, as his hairy bare chest rubbing against me really turned me on. Hearing my grunts and feeling my cock jerking as I rubbed it through his large tight fist, his hand got tighter around my neck and he told me to cum, wanting to feel my arse clench around his dick. I sped up, thrusting my cock upwards in his fist and fucking myself back down on his large cock with the same motion. The sensation was overwhelming.

My cock thrusting out in front of me, I noticed a car driving past had slowed down. The driver was a young geeky guy in a shirt and tie and he was looking directly at me. It was no accident, as he was ducking his head to get a better view, eyebrows raised. Jesus, my heart jumped, as I realised that my fucker had chosen a spot where even at dusk, drivers who happened to look to the side, could see us for a couple of seconds, or longer if they slowed down like the guy I was looking back at. In the scatter from his headlights, I was being held in place, standing full frontal, face and erection pointed at him, getting throttled around the neck and fucked up the arse by a massive guy who was hidden behind me. He pulled his car over, even reversed slightly onto the grass verge, and was taking in every detail like he had paid for a front row ticket. Fuck it, I had sucked and been fucked in front of a crowd in the sauna, this was just one guy. I licked my lips and gave him a lewd show thrusting my arse up and down more lustily on the cock behind me. The watcher gave me a thumbs up for encouragement like he was at a sports event. It felt crazy, but I waved back, telling my fucker that we had an audience, making him laugh and use the grip on my neck to get me to thrust up and down faster. I guess only a guy looking to join in would think to turn into the service road to see more, I kind of hoped our watcher would. Realising our public fucking was no accident, and my fucker had put me on display for several passing cars, had pushed me over the limit.

"Oh god yes, fuck me, I'm going to cum." I started to cum hard, the first rope of cum squirting out into the air. My fucker unexpectedly squeezed against my throat, I pushed forward, cutting off my breathing, enhancing my orgasm, making my arse clench and spasm harder around his shaft as he started jabbing it into my guts. Struggling for breath, I kept my eyes on our pervy watcher to see his reaction, sharing my most intimate moment as I writhed in pleasure, cumming in front of him. My orgasm extending to at least a minute, my balls releasing ropes of cum, then dry jerking as my fucker rammed his cock over my overstimulated prostate, excited by my lack of control. Being unable to breathe seemed to overclock my orgasm, and as my vision narrowed, I twisted my head against the massive hand controlling my air, feeling I was close to blacking out. Catching most of my cum load in his cupped hand, my fucker let go of my neck and rubbed the cum over my face, ensuring as I gasped in air, I was sucking in my own load, then getting me to lick his hand clean with his cock still deep in me. Despite cumming and my balls feeling drained, I realised my cock was bobbing in front of us, not going to go down, the blue pills must have kicked in, probably helped along with having his big cock pressing inside me. Seeing I had recovered my breath, he bent me right over so I was almost touching my toes, to finish himself off by deep fucking me hard, gripping my hips and shoving my arsehole back and forth like I was a mechanical wanking machine. I could hear the car engine rev up and pull away, presumably watching me spunk up was the free gay sex show he wanted.

Over my shock, I was pleased that the vigorous butt fucking I was getting would be seen by a few others, at least while I was bent double, they were not all seeing my face, so could hardly identify me later if they made a complaint! The cock banging in my arse felt like it was keeping my orgasm going. I braced my feet and used both hands to pull my buttocks further apart so he could get even deeper.

"Oh, you are one nasty fucking pig" he said, grinding his pelvis into me, so I could feel the stubby shaved hair at the base of his cock like sandpaper on my poor stretched open and vulnerable arse ring. He yelled out like a bear as he came. I could feel his cock swell harder and larger, hot cum spurting deep down into my guts, and loved the feeling of being filled. I realised later that I had several bruises like finger prints from being grabbed so hard, he really was holding and riding me like a mountain bike. It was a horny scene, made edgy knowing that we might be seen by the passing drivers, though maybe the locals all knew what they could find around the dogging area if they looked for it. A stranger was bareback fucking me, holding me still with his stiff cock deep in my body. I loved feeling his cock jerking as he finished cumming, making sure every last rope of jizz emptied from his large shaved balls directly into my stomach.

After we had both cum, exhausted, we stood for a couple of moments watching the passing traffic, the sweat cooling on our bodies. Not being used to bareback sex, relaxing my arse ring, I was surprised by feeling spunk running down my leg. My fucker noticed, and wiped it off my legs his fingers. I automatically bent forwards in response to his touch, giving him access to scoop more off as it leaked from my cummy arsehole. Holding his hand in front of me without saying a word, his palm holding a pool of cum mixed with arse lube, I realised he was daring me to slurp it up. Christ this was a nasty pig test, but it was his cum I was there for, so I tried to stop thinking, and licked his hand clean enthusiastically, pretending to myself he was feeding me fresh strawberries and cream. Keeping my arse firmly clenched to stop more cum dribbling out, I dropped to my knees in front of my fucker, licked and sucked his cock and balls clean of cum, thanking him for the great fuck. I was disappointed when he pulled his now limp cock out of my face, to stash it back in his pants and put on his jacket.

My fucker held onto my cock like a dog lead, walking me back to his car, making me wish I had my trainers, as a couple of thorny brambles whipped back at me. I was alarmed when I noticed a small white truck was parked down the service road, so as my guy had got his car keys out, I thought we might have to drive off. I realised that having been foolish enough to take viagra, I was going to stay erect for a couple more hours. It sounds like fun, but having a priapic dick, starts feeling like your sore member is going to burst. Looking at the truck, I could see a driver watching us, drinking from a can, with his window open. I relaxed when I saw him moving and realised he was playing with his cock, and must be a regular dogger. He probably had been turned on watching us fucking in the trees. My guy pulled me on the dirt road between his car and the truck, then crossed his arms and told me to start wanking. I realised he was serious about a floor show, wanting me to perform for the trucker. I could feel my balls ache, needing more time to recover, but I stood with my legs apart, and started wanking, with my balls jiggling freely, as a show for both of them. Giving the trucker a treat, I bent over and stuck a finger up my arse. For a couple of minutes, I was thrusting it in, in time to masturbating my cock, while feeling cum leaking back out becoming natural lube.

"So, homo, are you a real nasty pig, or just playing games?" He opened the car boot, and tossed me my singlet, then with his hand on the rest of my clothes he paused waiting for me to reply. Having just broken my cardinal rule of never barebacking out my arse with strangers, and been tricked into putting on a show for passing trade, I was a bit panicked that this had already gone way too far. But hell, I could feel my heart pounding, I was turned on by the scene and the risk. I still had two fingers up my arse, but had to stop wanking to catch the vest. I knew what he wanted, I dropped the vest on the ground, twisting it into the soil with my foot, and returned my hand to wanking where it was needed.

"Yes Sir, I am a nasty pig. I must fill my belly with cum by sucking cock and getting fucked. Men wear clothes, pigs are naked." I was into this, and weirdly what I was saying was as cathartic as an AA confession. It's the truth, I am a pig and I am addicted to cum. At the same time I was wondering how the fuck I would get home if he was going to be extreme and might drive off with my shorts and shoes, or left me without my phone to call an understanding gay friend for help. He walked up the dirt road to the commercial sized bin near the entrance, the type with one-way hoppers for recycling and waste, missed litter dropped around it. I didn't follow him, it was on the main road, a couple of cars went past as I watched. Looking back he held my gaze, daring me to say stop as waited then slowly fed my shoes and shorts in, while I automatically kept both my hands busy wanking my cock and fingering my arse. I heard the trainers drop into the rubbish, with a clang of glass bottles. I felt dizzy, excited, I wanted my clothes thrown away and destroyed, I was grateful to be allowed to stay naked. I would be relying on this guy based on the taste of his cock on my lips, and feeling of his cum inside me, to get me home naked. I started wanking faster, the risk of what we were doing with no way back making me want to cum, my focus to be a nasty pig, do whatever my fucker wanted without thinking any further. Hearing the truck driver slam back his sliding door, I turned back to look at his erect cock, his pants around his knees. He was enjoying the show and seeing I was going to stay naked, was planning on getting a piece of the pig, catching my eye while slowly wanking his cock.

My fucker returned, clenched his fist around my balls, telling me to keep wanking, and pulled down hard, stretching them away from my body. He seemed to get a kick out of making me flinch as he squeezed on them.

"Do you want to help feed this cum pig mate?" The trucker nodded. I was again led by my cock, the driver stayed sitting up in his truck, holding his cock ready for me at head height. He obviously expected to feed the pig by mouth rather than arsehole. The guy had a beer belly, but a nice sized cock, I'd sucked off plenty of older and fatter guys. I kept wanking my overworked cock as I smelled his unwashed knob, and licked his balls making him groan. He had a smelly cheesy cock, sweaty from driving all day. I loved the musk of it, rubbing it on my face, snorting the horny dried piss smell up my nose, and carefully licking his cock head, then got into the blow job. My fucker took close up photos on his phone, my lips around the trucker's cock, my hand fondling his balls. The driver grabbed my ears to yank my head faster. I made positive sounding grunts, I liked being forced, used. With uninhibited yelling, he started to cum, a rope of jizz going down my throat, then pulled out cumming over my face. It was a lot of spunk, he must have been saving up. He said "thanks for the suck" to my fucker, not me.

The truck driver watching, my fucker got hold of my balls again and pushed me against the side of the truck, taking a video on his mobile of me wanking while he used a finger to push cum off my face into my mouth. I looked a mess, my eyes red and watering from getting accidentally splashed with cum. Keeping the phone in front of my face, he prompted me to say who I was and what I was doing. Unprepared, more focused on the wanking and his pulling of my bollocks, I gave him my real name and address, along with a graphic account of how I enjoyed getting barebacked next to the road and was grateful a stranger had fed me his cum.

The trucker got out and stood next to us to enjoy watching my confession, standing in front of me when I stopped. He unzipped his semi-hard cock and, without warning, started pissing on my feet. My fucker stepped back letting my balls go. I kept wanking, turned on by feeling hot piss spray hitting me and how nasty this was, as soon as I sped up my wank, the trucker moved his cock to piss over my legs, washing the dirt off them. I had tried watersports with a couple of guys and even drank down their piss; cruising toilets as a teenager meant I associated piss smell with the excitement of gay sex. The stream carried up to my crotch, and splashed over my stomach, making me grunt in pleasure as it lubricated my wanking. The flow stopped, and I wished I had gotten on my knees to be drenched head to toe. As he shook off his cock, I bent over to lick the last drips. I felt flooded by the smell and flavour of his cum and piss. He held my head, letting me lick him more. Pushing me down to kneel on the wet ground, he grunted and splashed some last piss over my face and in my eager mouth. He said that next time I would drink the lot without spilling a drop, like the human toilet I was. As I looked up at him, like a naughty puppy, still slowly wanking my cock keeping me on edge, I wanted more than anything to do it, and I said so. I had a vision of losing myself, becoming a human urinal for a queue of hairy truckers, swelling my gut as I gulped down piss and had their cum pumped up my arse. He laughed and called me a nasty slut, then returned to his cab, and started the engine. He sounded his horn as he pulled away and I kept wanking as I watched him drive over my vest which caught on a back wheel, going around a couple of times up the road before dropping off as he turned.

My floor show continued as I was bent over by my guy to get close-ups of us both holding my stretched arse ring open with our fingers. It felt like it was self-lubing with cum, and the nasty sleaziness of being told to lick his leaking cum off our fingers, along with the driver's strong cock cheese and cum smell up my nose, was getting me hot again. He told me to lay down on the road, where the trucker had pissed, rubbing my wet legs and cum splattered face in the dirt. I did it without hesitation, putting on a show, rolling in the dirt, jacking my cock as I licked at gritty mud sticking to the drying cum on my face. I was hoping he was going to drop his pants and let me suck his cock, maybe fuck the cum out of me for a second time. He told me he was going to let me stay a naked pig, especially now I wanted to be used as a urinal by truckers. But then, fucking hell, he got in his car and drove off.

Naked and barefoot, piss drying on me, I stood rubbing my cock, wondering if he was joking or testing me. I wished the trucker had stayed, he might have helped me out. I walked up the service road, hiding at the side behind some trees for a couple of minutes, waiting for a long gap in the traffic, then ran out on the tarmac. Car lights were approaching in the distance, I had enough time to grab what was left of my vest before dashing back out of sight. Getting wrapped around the truck wheel had torn holes in the vest, and left black stains. It looked like something a punk rocker would wear, but was in one piece. With a permanent erection and without the option of a friendly car or truck to jump into, discretion was sensible. As a self-dare, I crept closer towards the verge, laying on my back in the long grass edge, where passing cars could not see me, but I was excited at the thought that anyone taking a walk along the grass would discover me. I inhaled the strong smell smell of cum and piss drying over me. I furiously started wanking, raising my knees to my chest to push a couple of fingers in my opened and well fucked arse. I came for a second time. In that horny moment yelling and deliberately spunking into my balled up vest, turned on by the fact that I would need to wear it to get home, extending the orgasm feeling at the back of my head by pinching on my nipples and licking up my own load from the patch on my vest. A muddy wet cum rag, it was my last connection to normal life.

I felt a crazy urge to throw my vest into the main road, committing me to staying the night as a naked cocksucker for doggers, but reason won out. I threw it as hard as I could manage into the bushes, only the grass hiding me from passing car headlights. Exhaustion and reality came crashing in as I lay stretched out, the spunk cooling off and the heat in my knees, arse and cock returned to sharp stinging from getting roughed up. I was massaging my balls, as they ached from all the yanking. It was a blue balls sensation, they should be thanking me for relieving them of spunk. I felt remote from the side of me that gets turned on with risks of being naked in public, held exposed to passing drivers while getting my arse fucked, or for letting a guy have bareback sex when I suspected that's what he wanted from the start, but probably would have used a condom if I'd asked. I felt flushed with embarrassment, getting carried away with being a slutty pig. I had begged for bareback, shot my load during erotic asphyxiation, and been in anal ecstasy while having a stranger's spunk pumped into my guts.

With no moon, it was getting really dark and cool, so I started to wonder if it was possible to hide out for a while, then sneak back home. Crawling around, I found and pulled on my damp vest, which if anything made my arse and cock look more like I was showing them off. There was no way I could stretch it down to fool anyone I was not naked. I'd never do it, there was no way of getting home without jogging along lots of residential streets. Even if I waited until 3am, this was London. All streets have bright lights, and I'd have to run past late clubbers and drunks who would probably give a half naked guy a hard time. Waiting for cars to pass, I ran to the bin, to see if I could find my shorts. It looked stained as though hundreds of drivers pissed up against the back of it. It felt oddly friendly as the trucker had done the same to me. Unfortunately the bin was solid metal, with a key needed to open it.

Banging on the side, the high bin sounded nearly full. There were no car lights in the distance, so I pulled myself on top, and awkwardly twisted my arm around the big letterbox feed. I tried to feel for my shorts, without accidentally pushing them permanently out of reach. I watched and listened for coming cars, ready to duck down behind the grass behind the bin. I was scared of getting caught in someone's headlights at that moment, naked and dirty, my arse and painfully stiff cock, twice despunked but waving in the fresh air. I was a man, not a teenager who would just get a ticking off for running about outside naked with a hard on. I vaguely started to think of a story that I was dogging and had my clothes stolen, which was pretty much the truth. I needed to jam in my arm up to the shoulder to reach the rubbish, hoping to fish out my shorts, or anything to wear from the smelly bin.

After a few frustrating lunges, I realised being exposed in this way was becoming a turn on, rubbing my erection along the ribbed bin top was getting erotic. Horniness was making me daring and stupid. I started to hope that another dogger, or even better the young driver that was so interested, would want to fuck me. I pulled myself together, pushing down my wilder cocksucker urges. The cloth I could feel among the bottles and cans was my shorts, I teased them out. Feeling a wave of relief that I could plan on getting home, I jumped down. It was the first time I had seen how much they were ripped before they were taken. One side was ripped open, the crotch torn, a gust of wind would make them flap open. I pulled them on, patting the buttoned internal pocket. I found that my coins and travelcard were there, but when I stopped holding the front in place, any movement would see my cock and balls flopping into view. Taking more time, and with shorts draped over my privates, I felt safe to ignore a couple of cars that went past, while I sat on top of the bin. The trainers were in reach but needed force to squeeze out against the one-way hard brushes. They were wet, from the smell that was probably from dregs in beer cans, though as drivers use bottles to pee in, I guess some might be that. The lining of the shorts dangled, so I finished ripping it out, but stupidly rushed it, and ended up tearing the crotch more. I stopped messing about, if I broke the thin waistband elastic, there would be no way of holding them on. Keeping my erection pressed up under the waistband, they looked dirty but would pass at a distance if I held the side.

Taken by surprise, headlights had me full on as a car pulled over, and stopped next to the bin. I thought I was going to be shouted at. The engine stopped, lights switched off and I could hear chatter on the radio, but nothing happened. Reflected in dashboard lights I could make out the driver was a slim bearded guy, probably my dad's age. He must have deliberately pulled over to stop right next to me, and I thought he was looking guilty as he watched me trying to reach up through the bin hopper. Standing next to his car, I knew he could see the detail of how my shorts were torn, must be able to see my balls through the open side. Feeling in the bin up to my elbow, I had more than two inches of skin on display between my vest and shorts, and inevitably my cock flopped out from my waistband. My intuition told me that he was a dogger, confirmed by the fact he was not driving off after getting a couple of accidental views of my cock. I was tempted to knock on his window and explain I'd been stranded in a sex game, but felt embarrassed. I gave up on my phone, properly to try meant getting on top of the bin and giving my new watcher a long explicit close up of my cock and arse, I may as well have stayed naked. The phone was likely to have dropped down further than I could reach, and was risking getting a cut from glass. I abandoned the idea, I could get it disconnected and it was a cheap burner for clubbing or cruising. I had not brought my keys, thankfully they were stashed in a hiding place at home.

Fuck, my heart pounding, feeling the driver's eyes burning into me, I could not stop my inner pig taking control. I casually walked closer to his door, daringly leaving my ripped dirty vest as it was, pushed up to my belly button, giving him the cheap thrill of a close up of my hairy treasure trail, and erection as I adjusted it again. With the guy's eyes about a foot away from my groin, I pulled at my foreskin, aching balls jiggling below my shorts leg, cock head poking over the top of the waistband. Crossing my hands behind my back, I looked directly at him, licking my lower lip, feeling myself flush making eye contact for several long seconds. He looked back, then deliberately let his gaze travel back down to my cock, making it clear he was expecting me to get it out. As he stared at my cock I was convinced I could feel his will power making it get harder. Keeping my hands behind me, my cockhead was raising itself further out of the shorts towards him, as if he were a snake charmer. The elastic waistband moved itself down my cock, I could feel my skimpy shorts slipping down my hips, letting my cock slip out until the waist snapped down to my balls, my cock fully exposed pointing out at him. I couldn't help myself keeping my cock's forward momentum, leaning until the wet tip was touched the car window, next to his face, moving back slightly to for us both to admire an inch long string of precum keeping me connected. He'd seen everything I had, and obviously wanted more. Moving on instinct, in the moment forgetting I was standing at the side of a busy road, I dropped my shorts to my knees, letting him see my cock and balls, and pulled up my vest above my nipples, ready to pull over my head. I had a vague idea that if he let me in his car, I would chuck my clothes before getting in. My submissive instinct was to do anything I could to please a guy wanting sex. Before getting freaky, I was spooked by being caught in the bright headlights of an approaching car. In a pricktease move, I turned my erection away from the lights and pulled up my shorts, walking along the verge heading back the way I came. Rubbing my thumb around my tender cockhead, pressed vertically back up on my stomach, I felt guilty at leading the guy on, and dared myself that if I heard his window or car door open, I would go back, throw my clothes in the trees and do whatever he wanted. I was getting blue balls from my permanent hardon, so my mind was racing imagining his cock ramming up my arse while I tried cumming for a third time. But I carried on walking and could only hear his muffled radio, he was probably busy wanking. I doubt he would have let me in his car, I looked as muddy as a rugby player and I stank of drying trucker piss, something only hard core gays in sex clubs want to sniff.

Avoiding people, and alternately jogging and walking back home in the dark, took over an hour. It was exhausting, but I told myself it was a great workout. I was not helped by my vision turning lights blue, a mild side effect I noticed the last time taking viagra. My erection was obvious, getting painful, and would only stay tucked in my shorts waistband when I was walking, or by gripping the elastic and top of my cock when I was running. I knew how to get back on a straight route, and would be safe crossing through two parks and a cemetery on the way. I had to make do with running when there were no cars about, holding my cock or letting it flap around while I made better time. I thought about stripping off for a wank as I jogged through the closed Nunhead Cemetery, but realised this was not going to get rid of the hardon, in fact it would probably make my blue balls ache more. Bareback fucking meant I knew my sexual desires were leading to risky decisions, and now didn't trust myself not to get carried away and rip my shorts into rags, or find someway to throw my clothes permanently out of reach for a dare before orgasm. I found a clean pizza box to carry, casually holding it to hide my crotch when I passed near a car, reducing the chance of getting told off or reported as a flasher. Even in the dark, I must have looked like a lost jogger who had been knocked over into a muddy ditch.

After cumming twice, the viagra, taste of two strangers spunk, smell of piss, trucker cock cheese, and the hot sensations from my arsehole from being rogered so hard, ensured my cock stayed up at full flag for another couple of hours. It stayed hard but was less like an iron rod after having a third orgasm, using plenty of lube and a dildo to keep my arse busy while imagining more bareback fucking. I kept the piggy piss and cum smell on me all night and left the lubed dildo in my arse. My ring was throbbing and felt easier to keep those muscles relaxed on something. It felt thinner than the guy's cock that had pounded me.

The next day I found out I would have been better off naked in the bushes, or hanging around out of sight until the viagra wore off. My fucker sent me a message, teasing me by using my real name from his video, saying he had driven back with an old pair of shorts, half expecting to find me sucking off doggers rather than making my own way home. Apparently there are plenty of friendly doggers that would have been delighted to help out a naked gay guy with an erection and wanted to pig out on cum. It was a weird but horny experience, putting my cum pig in control.

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