I looked like a particularly Faggy kind of faggot as I walked down the street at about noon in San Diego. I was going to do some shopping and then hit the bar for Sunday Beer Bust so I was dressed ready to go get some cock that afternoon.

I saw a car drive by and slow down a bit as the driver tried to get a better look at me. There was no place for him to stop and he kept on driving. It made me feel good that I was being cruised so blatantly in the summer sun.

As I rounded the next corner, I saw the car stopped and Mark, my bartender crush, standing next to the car. All he did was to motion for me to come over to him and I did. He took out a pair of handcuffs and told me to turn around. He clasped the cuffs on me and opened the back seat of his car and shoved me in on my side.

As we drove he talked to me about what a slutty faggot I was walking down the street dressed like I was. He told me that he knew what to do with a dirty cocksucker like me. I was a little concerned and a lot turned on and my cock stiffened and poked out of my little pair of shorts.

As we passed one large truck I could see that the truck driver could see me restrained in the back seat and gave Mark a loud horn honk and a thumbs up. Mark honked back. I could see his big grim and his mustache and a very large meaty forearm, but that was all I could see. I didn’t realize that the truck began following Mark’s car.

He drove for about 10 more minutes and pulled into a secluded rest area/state park along the highway. He got me out of the back of the car and put a blindfold over my eyes. he grabbed my arm and guided me along some trail. He didn’t talk, but I thought I could hear a third pair of footsteps along with our own.

He stopped once to remove my shorts as my cock sprang to attention. So now I was being walked down some forested path with no shorts on a raging boner being followed by at least one other man that I knew of.

When we stopped walking, he placed me on my knees and took off my cuffs only to reposition my hands behind a small tree. I was left there for a few silent minutes as I heard the two or three men talking about what to do with this faggot now. I heard Mark tell another man that if you want to go fuck his mouth for a while, go ahead… it’s what it’s there for.

I heard belts unbuckling and zippers being pulled down, then almost immediately I felt a thick cock head pressing against my lips. I opened my mouth and the man stuffed his girthy but not very long cock into my mouth where it hit the back of my throat. His heavy testicles were hitting my chin as I heard and then felt someone spit on my face matter of factly. Then another, then another…as the man continued to thrust his dick in and out of my mouth. I felt his nut sac pull up and he stopped thrusting and gave out a loud sigh as his fat dong spat his seamen into my mouth then pulled back and continued spraying my face with his load. I swallowed what I had in my mouth and licked as much as I could up with my tongue. the man used his deflating cock to move the cum closer to my mouth as I lapped it up. His footsteps walked away, but he did not seem to be leaving as I felt another cock pressing into my mouth hole. This cock was in no way on the short side. He plunged his rock-hard pipe straight down my throat and held it there until I gaged, then he started thrusting his cock. He came all the way out and then all the way back down my throat with each plunge of his dick, ending with his hairy testicles pressing against my chin. Stuff throat, press nuts, pull out, repeat, repeat, repeat. He kept at it gagging and choking me with his hairy uncut cock until he parked in my throat and deposited his big man-sized load down my gullet. He pulled out his cock and used his big hefty, meaty member to slap my face and land a few more well-aimed spits on my now cum and spit-covered face.

Now I knew that there were three men in all who were using me in the park that day because I know that I had not had Mark’s cock yet. I could hear him laughing and encouraging the other men and joining in the spit fest that had been occurring.

I felt my hands being uncuffed and being brought to my feet and repositioned over a log of some sort and my hands cuffed in front of me around another tree. My legs were pulled apart and I felt several large splats as men spat on my cunt hole. Mark told the men that they could piss on me as he fucked my hole if they wanted to. As I felt Mark’s fat cock press open my hole, I felt the warm flow of piss hitting my head and back. Mark pressed in deep and started fucking me. My insides were burning at first and then my hole loosened up as he got into a fucking rhythm.

The other men were still pissing on me as Mark started pulsating his seed into me, breeding me like a dog on all fours. He pulled out and finished up his load on my ass, then started pissing all over my hole and back.

I could hear the men high-fiving each other and the truckers thanking him for letting them take turns on the slutty faggot. “That’s about as good a piece of pussy I had in a long time, dude” I heard them saying. It made me feel proud. I was still as horny as I could possibly be at this point, but I knew that Mark never finished me off. He said he liked to send me off horned up and ready to go be a good little faggot menace at the bar later.

He wiped me down a bit with my shirt so I didn’t mess up his car and then stuffed me back into the back seat. he drove me to the beer bust, uncuffed me, and released me into the crowd to go get some more cock. With cum and spit still wafting heavily into my nostrils, I wandered into the crowd for my next adventure.