Two Strangers Used Me Among the Olive Trees That Night

Good evening, everyone. What a sudden drop in temperature and daylight—by September, darkness falls over you earlier than you’d like. I’m putting it that way because I know you open these stories looking for something filthy, and I promise you’re going to get it. But first, allow me to set the scene.

I hadn’t set foot in a cruising spot for months. Personal matters—you know what life is like—had kept me away from those places where my fevered imagination finds a little peace. And here I am again, returning as though to therapy: telling the story to slow things down, remembering so I can sleep peacefully.

Since it’s been a long time since any man held me in his hands, eager to blow his load all over me, I’ll have to draw on memory again. I hope the recollection serves you as well as it serves me, and relaxes you with a good wank before you turn out the light.

I’m not going to tell you about my latest encounter—that one I’ve already related. This time I want to tell you about one of the last times I slipped away to disappear into the early September night, the kind that closes in on you sooner than anyone would like.

I’d done my homework. I’d shaved my ass and pubes, because I like having not a single hair on me when I’m going to surrender myself. I’d cleaned my rectum patiently so no man would have the slightest complaint about hygiene. I ventured among the olive trees with one fixed idea: to find someone who would kiss my neck while caressing my bare buttocks.

But that afternoon promised nothing. Maybe because of the gathering cold, maybe because of the dimness, the olive grove was almost empty. Four or five silhouettes lost in an enormous expanse, and as far as I could tell, we were all looking for the same thing. Every man who came over to talk turned out to be, like me, a bottom hunting for a top.

With the same hard-on but less patience, I decided to try my phone. I opened the app and sent out a distress call with a suggestive picture, just enough not to get deleted by the administrators. A pretty olive tree in the background, a dirt path, and my pert ass showing between the shadows, inviting anyone who wanted to hold it between his fingers.

To make the wait more exciting, I was already standing there completely naked, without a scrap of clothing on me, like a lost little lamb in the middle of the countryside. The cold was mild and my skin was burning with horniness. I felt no need whatsoever to get dressed again; my clothes could stay in my backpack.

My phone vibrated. A young man, twenty-four years old, Hispanic, a delivery driver, wrote to say he was nearby. I took another picture and sent it to him, because I wanted him to know what he was going to find: an open, willing ass, ready for him to fuck me however he pleased. The only thing I asked in exchange for a good time was that he bring a condom.

The idea must have turned him on, because he came running. Following my directions, he found the entrance to the olive grove and figured out how to manage the change in elevation between where he’d left his motorbike and the tree where I was waiting for him.

His expression said it all. A horny guy striding toward his prey, which was standing naked in front of a small olive tree. I’d already warned him what awaited him, and it was exactly what he wanted. Without preliminaries, we began. He was nervous, though I didn’t know whether it was because he was in the middle of his workday or simply because he was so horny. I would understand later.

I was desperate for him to pull down his trousers. I didn’t have to wait long. I knelt in front of him, my asshole open as I squatted, and a brown cock appeared before my eyes, its foreskin already glistening with precum.

This one’s ready to go.

He held my head with one hand while guiding his penis toward my mouth with the other. I took it all in. It wasn’t very big, but I liked it, and its strong taste turned me on even more. I sucked him quickly, because he wouldn’t let me do it slowly either: it went in and out without pause, again and again, until he had to stop me.

“Stop, I’m going to come,” he said in a strained voice.

I immediately figured this encounter wasn’t going to last long. I thought I’d better make the most of what my king was offering me, so I stood up, turning around, and stuck my ass out, silently inviting him: if you’re about to come, what better place than here, warm and soft?

Have you ever seen those scenes with a nervous dog searching and searching for a way to mount and start thrusting? Well, allowing for all the differences, it was something like that. I felt an impatient animal behind me. He put on the condom in a hurry and desperately tried to thread himself into me. He held his cock in one hand and searched for my hole, still open from squatting.

To help him, I bent lower, arching my ass properly. I was taller than him, so I wasn’t exactly making it easy for him to get his waist level with mine. But he wasn’t going to escape me now, and neither was I going to escape him. Suddenly he found the spot and drove it all the way in. He was so hard and had been carrying so much desire that he filled every last corner of my rectum, and I felt his hips smack against my buttocks. I moaned with pleasure, closed my eyes for a moment, and began touching myself between the legs.

The pounding started immediately. My male was pouring out all his energy as though competing to smack my ass with his balls as many times as possible in the shortest amount of time. That jackhammer fucked me relentlessly, gripping my hips with both hands, up on his toes as he tried to keep up a rhythm he himself couldn’t control.

I, naked, gave myself over completely. I was flying high, pinned against the tree trunk, my legs spread so wide that my waist was almost level with his, allowing him to plug me like a savage. But I’m cutting the story short, boys, because he came right away.

Moaning shrilly, up on his toes, he thrust hard against my buttocks to release every last drop. His workday wasn’t over and, honestly, I would have signed up to do the same thing halfway through mine. Maybe that was why he didn’t linger. He pulled out, removed the condom, and hurried to button his jeans. A brief goodbye, and he rode away on his motorbike.

I was left hanging. I hadn’t even reached orgasm, and although my ass was lubricated and open, the afternoon wasn’t ready to be called over. I had to do something, I thought, as I cleaned myself with some paper tissues I always carry with me.

Night had already fully fallen despite how early it was, but I remained firmly committed to my nudity. My skin was beginning to prickle with gooseflesh, though each new surge of arousal warmed it quickly, so I still had no need for clothes. Alone beside that olive tree, witness to a premature ejaculation, I set about bringing the night to a close as I felt I deserved.

Thanks to the floodlights from a nearby industrial estate, it was easy to walk in the darkness. The olive grove remained deserted. I even made it as far as the edge of the industrial estate, walking around just as God had brought me into the world, perhaps visible to some worker looking out from a distant window. I didn’t care. I wanted to snoop around the parked cars, where some men wait discreetly.

Walking calmly, like a sheep searching for its wolf, I heard a man speaking Spanish on the phone in the distance. At once, a shadow appeared coming the opposite way: another young man, around thirty, with dyed blond hair and a tracksuit. Tall and thin, he strolled without hurry, just like me. He changed direction when he saw me, and when we passed each other, neither of us took his eyes off the other.

To make my passivity clear, I looked at his bulge while biting my lower lip. Surprised, he ran his eyes over my naked body. I must have appealed to him, because as soon as we had passed, he joined my aimless route.

I reached the ruins of what had once been a house or a small warehouse. I know that place well, by day and by night. And there, about six yards away, was the man on the phone, sitting on a concrete block with his back to me, absorbed in his conversation. He didn’t react. Maybe he hadn’t even seen me.

Before I had time to wonder whether that corner was the best place with him so close, the blond had already entered the same room as me. We exchanged the four obligatory phrases: I was walking around looking for something to put inside me, and he was looking for an ass to ease his craving.

He began caressing one of my buttocks while working my cock with his other hand, giving me a tender, slow handjob. I warned him that it might not be the best place, since the doorway offered a perfect view between us and the man on the phone. If he turned around, he’d see us completely. My blond man didn’t care. I cared even less. It wouldn’t be the first time a voyeur had watched me being impaled.

I turned toward him, giving the doorway my back, and felt for his bulge: the crooked cock inside his tracksuit was screaming to get out. His breathing grew heavy and he pressed himself against me. Then we both acted at once. I slipped my hand beneath his underwear and freed it; it sprang rigid between my fingers, pointing skyward. His hand left my buttock and sank a finger into my anus. It went in effortlessly; I’d already been fucked that night and was ready to be penetrated whenever he wanted.

I felt his breath on my neck. He withdrew his finger and ordered me to bend over, gripping me by the head. It was time. I was eager to suck a second cock that night, and that’s exactly what happened. His sharply pointed glans, the same shade as his skin, entered between my wet lips. Squatting again, my open ass faced the man on the phone, who was still minding his own business. Maybe he was watching us; if so, he would have seen my naked back. I moved my head at a steady pace, taking him in and out, giving him a nice blowjob while he watched his cock appear and disappear in my mouth.

Lubricated with saliva, he was rock-hard while I caressed his balls. The cum I wanted was in those testicles, so I worked them eagerly to make them release it. The blowjob was long and pleasurable. In the end, I was the one who stood up, looked him in the eyes, and slowly turned around to offer him my shaved ass.

“If you want, keep going through my ass instead of my mouth,” I suggested.

The price was still a condom. He put it on immediately and, with a certain violence that I understood as dominance, turned me completely around against the doorframe. God, what a turn-on. I must have seemed like such a slut to him for him to know that gesture would excite us both. Maybe he thought it only turned him on, but I like that too, because it feels like an obligation, something very submissive.

I ended up gripping the frame with both arms spread wide, looking toward the man on the phone, while he forced my legs apart as widely as they would go. I was bent forward, my cock and balls hanging in the air. He pressed against me and I felt him guide the tip toward my anus with a mastery the first man hadn’t possessed. It slid inside while he squeezed me and drove it all the way in.

And just like that, without another word, the beast began fucking my ass. My body lurched forward with every thrust and I had to work to maintain my position, my arms braced against the frame, my torso forming a tilted X. His balls slapped against me, fast and relentless. It was impossible for the man on the phone not to hear us, but he never turned around. He kept talking while I watched him, being brutally fucked from behind.

He moaned and so did I, although my hands weren’t free to jerk myself off. I would have liked to. My buttocks crashed against his pelvis again and again. One day I have to take a picture from below, between my legs; scenes like that must be pure pornography. I imagine his hard cock entering between my spread buttocks until it strikes deep inside, while my balls and cock swing with every blow.

Ecstasy was approaching, so I asked him whether he wanted to come inside me or on my face. He didn’t answer; he kept thrusting into me at full force. I insisted: come on my face, so I’d have one hand free to finish too.

I convinced him without words. He pulled out and forced me to bend down again. He removed the condom in a hurry. I put my left hand on his leg to steady myself and my right hand on my cock, which I began jerking quickly. His lubricated shaft was once again in front of my nose, but he forced me to swallow the balls hanging beneath it. While he masturbated, I barely managed to lick those testicles with my tongue, my mouth full. His handjob was intense, demanding his cum now. I obeyed, and the excitement kept building.

A moment later, his spasms gave him away. He pulled his balls from my mouth, aimed at my face, and had very little resistance left. Suddenly, hardly giving me time to close my eyes, the first jet struck my eyebrows and nose. Several more lashes followed, semen more fluid than thick, four or five hot spurts sliding down toward my neck. I closed my mouth to feel the drops trickling over my lips. He moaned as he emptied himself, while I, eyes squeezed shut, kept masturbating.

When his ejaculation stopped, he put his cock in my mouth. I sucked like the sluttiest whore, tasting his semen on my tongue, slower now, milking him for every last trace. Then my orgasm arrived, more abundant than his, and I splashed the floor with thicker semen. I did it while licking a fat, tense cockhead between my teeth, still releasing its final drops, sucking like someone savoring a candy to the very end.

The blowjob gradually came to an end until a limp cock slipped from between my lips. We stood up and, while we silently cleaned ourselves, the man on the phone kept talking. Incredible.

Without a word, the blond threw away the condom and left almost contemptuously. He had already used me, already gotten what he wanted, and I stayed there getting dressed slowly. I was satisfied too. I didn’t want any more sex that day.

So I finished getting dressed, gathered my things, and, passing in front of the man on the phone once more, disappeared among the trees on my way home, to take a good hot shower. This time with water, not semen. The semen that still smelled on my face, the semen I could still taste in my mouth.