I hit the jackpot today after a long drought.

There’s a cruisy trail in my city that runs along our skanky “river” and runs past a lot of heavy industrial areas. There are always signs that the area is frequented by those experiencing homelessness. The best place to cruise is under a bridge between the river and the greenway.

Load #1: Tall skinny man probably in his late 60s-early 70s. Seemed pretty frail, but he made it to the spot ok. He pulls out a nice 6.5″ cut c*** and I begin to blow him. One surprising find was that he was smooth as a dolphin in his crotch. Like there never was any hair down there. He just didn’t seem like the type that would be so smooth. Nice bitter tasting load in my mouth.

Load #2: Big burly bear of a guy and I sucked him off in his Jeep. Rock hard 7″ uncut c*** that gave me a nice mouthFULL of c**.

Load #3: I was hanging out under the bridge for a few minutes and this guy with a BMX bike was also hanging around. He seemed kind of skittish as we circled each other, stealing glances. I wasn’t even sure he was cruising until I caught his eye and grabbed my crotch. Well, that was all he needed. He immediately back against the bridge support, pulled his pants down to his knees and started stroking. You better believe I made a beeline straight to him and fell to my knees. I was finally able to get a good look at him and loved what I saw. Dirty jeans, scraggly hair, a few teeth were missing, and a wild untamed bush from which a rock hard 8″ uncut c*** was making its presence known. I started sniffing him and decided he hadn’t bathed for at least that day, and as I tasted the head of his c***, the aromas, tastes, and textures inside his heavy foreskin were intoxicating. I slurped that c*** all the way to the back of my throat and he reached down and started stroking my a** and hole while he called me a s***. After a few minutes he turned me around against the wall and shuffled up behind me to slide his spit-slicked bare c*** up my lubed hole. He only fucked for about 5 minutes before shuddering, cursing, and blowing a massive load up my hole. I barely had the chance to take a whiff of poppers. He stayed in me while his c*** softened, still cursing a blue streak. Then he pulled his pants up, grabbed his bike, and walked away with me still a** out against the wall with my shorts down to my ankles.

Load #4 & 5: I hadn’t even pulled my pants up when this big, bald, older guy walks up with his 8″ banana curved up c*** in his hand. Apparently he’d been watch from around the corner. Wow he was rough looking. Bad tattoos all over, unwashed, wearing some kind of dirty work uniform, and that c*** was hard as steel. He grabbed the back of my head and forced my mouth down on his d***. I slobbered that rod like it was my last meal. He spun me around and started f******** my cummy hole. He said (more than asked) “That homeless dude bred you didn’t he?” I said “Yes sir”. “I want some too”. He stuffed that whole hog all the way in with one thrust and I yelped like a puppy. He was sawing in and out of me when a short Latino guy stepped up and shoved his uncut c*** in my mouth.

So there i was, someone that some people would consider bougie upper-middle class, under a bridge in a sketchy part of town, getting spit roasted by rough trade. Both men came at about the same time, one in my mouth and the other deeeeeeeep inside my hole. They both just zipped up and walked away like nothing happened while I shouted “Thank you” to them both with my shorts still around my ankles. They never even looked back.