In a rental car in Menorca… (Patreon)

About three years ago I went on vacation to Menorca with a special friend. Two weeks, all expenses paid, in a five-star hotel right in front of a beach with water so clear it looked fake. If you’ve never been to the Balearic Islands, you’re missing out — Ibiza, Formentera, Menorca, Mallorca… the beaches are amazing.

My friend was a guy in his thirties, bi, clean-cut, and organized down to the minute. Tall, fit, almost no body hair, and an average cock that came like a fountain. He worked in IT and loved feeding me cum, so when he invited me I didn’t even hesitate. Two weeks of luxury with guaranteed cock and loads? I’d have been stupid to say no.

We landed on the island late at night after a short layover in Madrid. John had rented an electric SUV. We picked it up and started the twenty-minute drive to the hotel according to the GPS. When we got close to the hotel area we started seeing signs for the calas — the little cove beaches.

John suddenly turned off onto one of them. A huge dirt parking lot, completely dark except for the car’s headlights. He parked next to a thick bush, and killed the main lights so only the dim interior glow stayed on. He unbuckled, shoved his shorts down, and pulled out his already hard cock. It wasn’t huge, but it was thick enough and nicely shaped.

“Sorry,” he said, voice rough. “I need to get off. Flights always leave me fucking desperate. This won’t take long — then we go to the hotel.”

I sat there for a few seconds just watching him stroke himself hard and fast, leaning back in the seat with his legs spread. My mouth was already watering.

“Can I help?” I asked.

“You can and you fucking should.”

I unbuckled, leaned across the center console, and took him straight into my mouth. He tasted like sweat, airport air, and the long day of travel. I didn’t care. I sucked him deep and hungry, the way I always do when I’ve been craving it. I worked my tongue around the swollen head, took him all the way into my throat, and let the spit run. John groaned and pushed my head down harder.

“That’s it, faggot. Suck it properly. Empty my balls.”

I couldn’t answer with my mouth full. I just kept going, wet and messy, the sounds loud in the quiet car.

“Two full weeks,” he muttered, hips starting to roll up into my face. “Your mouth and your ass are gonna get used every single day. Hope you’re ready.”

He suddenly pulled out of my mouth, opened the driver’s door, and stepped out into the hot, humid night air. I opened my door too and turned toward him on the seat so he could stand between my legs. He grabbed my head with both hands and shoved back into my throat in one hard thrust.

“Take it,” he growled. “This is what you came for, isn’t it? A real cock to choke on.”

I nodded as best I could while he fucked my mouth right there in the open parking lot. Spit ran down my chin and dripped onto the dirt. He used my throat without any patience — deep, steady strokes that made me gag and tear up. Every time I tried to pull back for air he held me down longer.

“Fucking take it, whore. This is all you’re good for right now.”

His breathing got harsher. His grip in my hair tightened. He pulled all the way out, slapped the wet head of his cock against my tongue a couple of times, then started stroking himself fast right in front of my face.

“Open wide. Stick your tongue out. I’m painting that slutty face.”

The first thick rope hit my cheek. The second landed across my open mouth and tongue. He kept stroking, grunting low and filthy, covering my face with heavy, white spurts until cum was dripping from my chin onto my shirt. Some of it I managed to catch and swallow. The rest stayed smeared across my skin, warm and sticky.

John stood there for a few seconds catching his breath, still holding my hair, looking down at the mess he’d made.

“Christ… I really fucking needed that.”

He tucked himself back into his shorts, 

walked around, and got into the driver’s seat again like nothing had happened. I stayed where I was, face covered, the strong taste of him still thick in my mouth.

“Leave it,” he said as he put the car in gear. “I want you walking into that fancy hotel with my cum all over your face. Let the tourists see exactly who owns the faggot.”

I laughed, but I didn’t wipe it off.

It was the start of a very good vacation.

All characters are consenting adults (18+). All sexual acts depicted are consensual between the characters.