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Near where I live is an old drive-in theater, which on Saturdays and Sundays becomes a big Flea Market. It’s a hot place to cruise, and sometimes I would spot a hot looking dude and when the opportunity would present itself, I would invite a stud over to my place and seduce him.

One day while shopping I spotted a guy all dressed in biker leather. Wow! This guy was hot. I couldn’t help but notice his sexy smile under his blond mustache. A set of dark sunglasses wrapped around his high cheekbones covered his eyes. He took off his jacket, and threw it over his shoulder as he strutted down the aisles looking over the merchandise, while I looked over his ‘merchandise’. He wore no shirt under his tightly fitted leather vest that emphasized his muscular sweaty body. There were tattoos on his arms, his upper chest, and torso. He just reeked of sexy masculinity with every step of his trim body. His legs were covered with formfitting leather chaps and his tight jeans hugged his round firm butt. Under his worn jeans his leather chaps emphasized his bulging crotch. In his left rear pocket was the edge of a blue bandanna. Even his black biker boots were sexy. He was hot looking and he knew it.

As I stood watching and lusting over this hot looking stud, he reached for his bandanna and wiped the sweat from his brow and each armpit. As he replaced the bandanna in his back pocket, it accidentally fell to the ground. When he moved on a few steps, I managed to squat down and hastily picked it up placing it to my nose to savor the musky scents of his body. As I breathed in deeply I suddenly felt his eyes looking at me. I raised my eyes to see him scornfully staring directly into my face. Suddenly embarrassed, I quickly turned away and sought the solitude of the nearby men’s restroom.

I knew he had seen me sniff his bandanna, but I was unaware that he was following me into the restroom. I quickly headed to the end booth to try to calm myself down. I sat down on the toilet seat while I inhaled his manly scent, but before I could even get settled, he pushed his way into the stall and looked down at me. I was suddenly at his mercy. What was he going to do to me now? I lowered my head, waiting for him to hit me, but instead, he straddled my legs, and reached down and pulled my face towards his body. With one hand he opened his jeans and pulled out his semi-hard uncircumcised 8-inch cock.

“Ok faggot. If you want to smell my body sweats, then smell my cheesy man cock. Put your mouth around my baby maker, and lick the dried cum from underneath my foreskin, cocksucker. You better do a good job or I will knock the shit out of you. Do you understand, fucker?� He said without lowering his voice.

I was shocked and fearful that there might be someone in the next stall. He didn’t seem to care. I had no choice but to put his hardening uncut cock in my mouth.

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