"Whatever, Dude" - Ryan Field

Gay Contemporary - Sometimes in life you just have to show off a little to get the big ones.

When a wealthy, upscale professional in his early thirties decides he’s had enough game playing in the bars and on the internet, he goes out to cruise a dark, secluded rest stop along the interstate for some fun and games. Though he’s both anxious and bored at first, because of the limited prospects he finds there, he soon discovers that he’s being closely watched by a rough looking Latino in a beat up landscaping truck. In a bold move that is completely out of character, he takes off his pants, steps out of his car, and crosses the parking lot so the hot Latino can see more of his hot body. The Latino is practically panting, hoping get his hands on the young professional’s long, smooth legs, but it doesn’t occur to him that the Latino thinks he’s a male hustler looking to make a quick buck. At least not until the hot Latino waves a handful of bills in his direction and smiles.

At first he’s both shocked and insulted, and then, when he reconsiders the crude gesture, he smiles and climbs into the landscaping truck so he can sit on the dirty Latino boy’s lap and give him more than his money’s worth of fun.

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At first it occurred to me that he was being extremely presumptuous. I was a well respected professional, after all. How dare he assume I was nothing more than one of those rent boys who hustle to get by? But then I remembered that I was standing there practically naked, arching my back and exposing my erection in a public place. So I smiled and put my hands on my hips. Hell, I was in my mid-thirties, didn’t know how much time I had left in the looks department, and there was a hot young landscaper in his twenties waving money at me. He was actually willing to pay for a piece of my ass. And then it occurred to me that I’d never known such an exciting, sexy, astonishing compliment in my life.

“Why don’t you come over here and get in for a while,” he said to me. He tapped the bills on the door of the truck a few times, as if he were offering me bait.

I didn’t reply. But I did begin to walk toward the red truck, letting the white shirt slide off my shoulders so that I would be completely naked before him. My eight inch erection bounced and jerked; sticking straight out in the open. His eyes narrowed in on my legs; he pressed his lips together as if he were about to whistle. The boy looked so hungry, and so desperate to get some ass that night. And I didn’t want to let him down. I was just hoping and praying the police wouldn’t drive by, with me strutting my naked ass around in a public rest stop, seducing a guy ten years younger, for money. But I was willing to take that chance, which made it all the more exciting. When I reached the truck he opened the door with his right hand, and I noticed that his left hand was holding a big, uncut dark cock. The dark head was round and shiny, with drops of precum oozing from the opening. I tossed my shirt onto the floor of the truck, and thought, I’m actually getting paid for this. What the fuck? Should I just lean over and starting sucking him off right now? I could have done that; just taken that big, beautiful penis down my throat and drained it completely. But he opened the door wider and reached out to run his large hand up the back of my leg. His hand was dirty, with dark soil marks all over his fingers. He stopped at my ass, and started to feel me up with the rough palm of his hand. The heavy calluses scratched my smooth skin. But I didn’t tell him to stop.

He said, as he placed his large hand on my waist, “Is forty enough little baby, I don’t have anymore cash.” He was now making his cock jump up and down all by itself; a naughty teaser, so that I’d see how massive and thick and hard it was. Clearly, this guy was a stud.

I smiled; he still thought I was a hustler. “Whatever, Dude.” I decided, the less said the better. I assumed Hustlers didn’t like too much talking; and this was strictly business.

He tossed the two twenty dollar bills onto my white shirt. Then he reclined his seat all the way so that he was flat on his back; his colossal penis stuck up straight in the air. He reached toward the center console, opened a small package, and slipped on a mint green colored condom. “Get in, and ride my dick,” he ordered. He didn’t want any cock sucking, or any foreplay whatsoever, and though I would have smoked that big fat cigar for hours if he’d asked (for free), I only did what he wanted me to do; my goal was to please him and to give him his money’s worth. After all, he was paying for my almost middle aged ass. I didn’t want to disappoint him.

I took his large hand in mine, and he helped me climb into the truck and up to his lap. I pressed my hands against his wide shoulders and spread my legs so that I could straddle his waist. When I lowered my head and leaned toward his arm pit, I knew he hadn’t showered since early that morning. It smelled like raw onions and meat; my toes curled and I sighed. All my movements were light and gentle; when I touched his body I made sure to caress his strong arms with care. He reached down with both hands and held my waist tightly to get me into a comfortable position; I knew he’d leave dirty fingerprints. He leaned back a little and reached around my back so he could grab his dick; he slapped it against the crack of my ass a couple of times and I arched my back. He handed me a tube of lubricant, and said, “Here, use this baby.” Then he rested his head against the seat and closed his brown eyes so I could take care of him.

First, before I applied the lube, I lifted the sweaty shirt up over his shoulders and exposed his large hairy chest. I gently rubbed my fingers all around, while he moaned in delight. When I leaned forward and licked his nipples with the tip of my tongue, he took a deep breath and slapped my ass a few times. Then I undid his shorts, and lowered them down his hairy legs. When they were around his ankles, he kicked them off and spread his legs wider. By then I could feel the tip of his cock hitting the opening of my ass; it was begging to get inside. So, knowing he was ready to explode, I quickly spread lube all over his erection, and began to work it slowly up my ass. I did this so gently that he threw his arms back, closed his eyes, and continued to moan.

Then, with one quick jerk, I worked the head of his cock past the lips of my narrow opening. It hurt for a second, and then I lowered my body all the way down, until it was totally up my ass. He whispered, “Oh yeah, baby,” while I buried my face in his hairy, black armpits and rolled my tongue around, smelling his sweat and tasting his funky flesh. I stuck my tongue all the way out, and he raised both arms in the air so I could lick under both his arms.

“Ride that cock, baby,” he pleaded; his accent was thick and a little unclear. “Please ride it. I need to get off so bad.”

I sat up on his lap, arched my back, and began to ride. I bucked my ass back and forth; I went all the way up on my knees, and then all the way down again. My ass banged against his hairy lap with loud slaps and crashes. He opened his mouth and sighed; his tongue was rolling around and his eyes were still closed. He liked what I was doing so much he grabbed me by the waist with both hands and began to move me faster, getting himself off with nothing but my tight ass. I tightened my grip on the shaft of his penis, and he began to moan louder; his breathing grew stronger. I raised my arms and folded my hands across the back of my neck, loving every last inch of his huge cock. And, my dick was fully erect, too.

“Hey, you like that don’t you, BB?” he asked, somewhat surprised. When he called me “Baby” it sounded like BB. “You like what I’m doing to you, BB?”

“Oh, yeah,” I moaned. I started to run my fingers through the hairs on his chest; he squeezed my waist even tighter, now banging my ass into his groin so hard my head was bouncing all over the place.
He opened his eyes and smiled. “I like that, BB…I can make you feel real good, BB. You wanna get off too? Most hustlers don’t care.” He bit his bottom lip, and then squeezed my waist so hard I knew there would be bruises there the next day.

And I replied, “Yeah, man, and I’m getting really close, too. You’re the best, man…” It wasn’t a lie, either; he was the best I’d ever had…up until then. I opened my mouth wide; he banged me and shoved me around with such force, I had to reach back with one hand and hold on to the dashboard to keep my balance.

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Author Bio: Ryan Field is a thirty eight year old freelance writer who lives and works in both Los Angeles, CA and New Hope, PA. His short stories have appeared in many collections and anthologies over the years, and he’s currently working on a novel.