Naked Porch Blowjobs

It all started back in the raw, unfiltered days of Craigslist personals, before Grindr and Tinder sanitized the hunt for sex. I was trolling the "Casual Encounters" section, looking for something different, something with a little bit of edge to it. I found John. He was a young guy, eager, desperate to just suck a dick. He was a total bottom, a submissive little thing looking to get on his knees and service a man. But I’m a sadist at heart. I can never just let a guy come over, lie back on a bed, and have his way with me. There always had to be a game, a ritual, some element of humiliation or performance to it. So, I told him exactly what I wanted. I told him to park his car in my driveway, strip naked inside that car until he was bone-ass naked, and then walk up the driveway, climb the front stairs, and come find me on the porch. I’d be sitting there in the dark, waiting with my cock out. He could blow me right there, underneath the stars, with the risk of the neighbors watching. My porch was hidden enough, shielded by the tall hedge and the shadows of the house, so he agreed. He thought it was hot. I thought it was the beginning of a masterpiece of domination.

The first night he came over, the air was heavy with anticipation. He pulled into the driveway, killed the engine, and the first thing he did was rip his shirt off, tossing it to the passenger seat. Then, he unzipped his jeans. He stepped out of his shorts, handing them to me with a trembling hand. I took them, balled them up into a tight little knot, and tossed them into the front yard, right onto the grass. He was naked on my porch, his pale, hairless skin gleaming in the moonlight. He dropped to his knees, taking my cock into his mouth, swallowing it down to the base. His throat was hot and tight, his tongue working overtime, swirling around the shaft. I grabbed the back of his head, fucking his face, forcing him to take it. I came hard, shooting my load straight down his throat, watching his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed every drop. As he pulled back, gasping for air, I looked at him. He was hard. His cock was standing at attention, twitching and leaking precum. He was loving this. Playing the innocent victim, he looked up at me with puppy-dog eyes and asked, "Where are my shorts?" I smirked, looking him dead in the eye. "I threw them in the front yard. You were supposed to come up here naked, and you didn't, so now you have to go get them." His eyes went wide. He realized the game. He was turned on by the shame of it. We watched the headlights of cars passing down the street, cursing the darkness. Finally, the road was clear. He ran down the stairs, his pale ass cheeks bouncing, grabbed his shorts, slipped them on, jumped in his car, and drove away, his flustered, horny energy lingering in the air.

Two nights later, he was back. I texted him: "Rules: Get naked in the car. Then you can come up and blow me." He parked as close to the steps as possible, practically in the grass. He did as told. He stripped naked in the car, his clothes piling up in the passenger seat. He waited. He watched the traffic up the street until the road was clear. Then, he ran out of his car, his pale ass flashing in the moonlight and the streetlamps. He jogged up the stairs, his skin glistening with sweat and cold air. He was breathless, his chest heaving. He didn't even bother with the porch steps. He dropped to his knees, right there on the floorboards, and took my dick in his mouth. He sucked me with a hunger that was almost desperate. He was a pro. He knew exactly how to use his tongue, his teeth, his throat. I pushed his head down, forcing him to gag, to take it deep. I came hard, filling his mouth with my seed. He didn't spit a drop. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, stood up, grabbed his clothes, and hustled back down the stairs, scrambling into his car and speeding off.

This became our routine for the entire summer. Each time, I had him park a little bit further away, pushing his boundaries, testing his nerve. First, it was the middle of the driveway. Then, three-quarters of the way up. Then, the end of the driveway. Then, all the way out into the street, risking getting a ticket. Then, one house down. Each time, he was getting a little braver than the last. He loved the exposure. He loved the dare. He loved the feeling of being naked in public, of being vulnerable and on display. It made the sex hotter. The adrenaline rush of almost being seen made his mouth warmer, his throat tighter. It made his submission more complete.

It went on for about four months. Then there was that night, the air was thick with the heat of August. John parked three doors down. He didn't even waste time running all the way up the street. He jogged up the sidewalk, naked as the day he was born, his skin flushed and glistening in the moonlight. He got to my porch and didn't even wait. He dropped to his knees and took my cock in his mouth, immediately going to work. I was sitting there, feeling powerful, watching him worship me.

I was in my own private hypnotic state of bliss which explains what happened next. I didn't hear anything, but suddenly a cop was walking up my front steps. "Good evening," the cop said.

John was a pro. He never stopped sucking my dick. He didn't even flinch. He just kept going, bobbing his head, slurping on my shaft. I looked down at him, then at the cop. I said, "Can I help you, officer?" The cop looked down at John, still going at it. "I've been watching what you two have been doing for the last three weeks," the cop said.

I asked if we were in trouble. "Maybe, maybe not," the cop replied. "Technically no one can see what you're doing on the porch, so I can't bust you for that." Then he tone shifted. "As soon as your friend is done here swallowing your load and he tries to go back to his car, I'm going to arrest him for public exposure. That's a misdemeanor, son. You know the law."

The interruption wasn't a whisper; it was a physical presence that slammed into the quiet of the night. John was deep in his rhythm, his head bobbing, his throat working overtime to swallow my cock, when the shadow fell over us. He stopped for a split second, confused, his eyes darting up from his task to look at the intruder. Standing there wasn't just a cop; he was an institution of authority, a heavy-set man with a uniform that strained against his midsection, his badge gleaming in the porch light. He looked down at John, then at me, a smirk playing on his lips that was equal parts amusement and cruelty.

"Looks like you're in a bit of a bind, son," the cop said, his voice gravelly and deep. He didn't wait for an answer. He reached down, hooked his thumbs into his belt, and unzipped his fly with a loud, cruel zip. John’s eyes went wide with a mix of fear and arousal as the cop fished out his massive erection. It wasn't just big; it was a monster, a thick, angry-red slab of veiny meat that hung heavy and limp before them. It was the kind of cock that looked like it belonged on a beast, not a man, pulsing with the heat of his blood.

The sight of that beast, combined with the humiliation of being caught with my pants down, sent a jolt of pure electricity through me. I saw red, or maybe just the red head of that dick. I grabbed John’s hair, fisting it tight, and forced him back onto me.

"Swallow it," I growled, my voice tight. "Take my fucking load."

John didn't hesitate. He went back to work, his mouth enveloping me again as I thrust up into his throat. I didn't hold back. I shoved my hips forward, grinding against his face, and let myself go. I felt the familiar tightness build in my balls, a pressure that exploded outward, spewing hot strings of jism directly down John's gullet. He choked a little, his eyes watering, but he swallowed every drop, milking me dry like a prized cow.

The cop let out a low whistle, impressed. "Not bad," he muttered. He shifted his weight, his cock slapping against his leg, demanding attention. John, the little slut that he was, didn't even stop to breathe. He pulled off my cock with a wet pop and immediately went to work on the cop. He didn't just suck him; he worshipped him. He took that thick, ugly cock into his mouth, his tongue rolling over the head, his cheeks hollowing as he took it deep. The cop groaned, his hand finding the back of John's head, guiding him, fucking his face with rough, thrusting motions.

I watched, limp and satisfied, as my trick took another man's dick like it was the only thing in the world. The cop was huge, his thighs thick as tree trunks, and he used that leverage to drive his cock into John's mouth. John’s own dick was hard again, a purple-headed spear leaking precum onto the porch floor, bouncing with every thrust the cop gave him.

"Fuck yeah," the cop grunted, his face flushing red. "That mouth is made for dick, ain't it?" He didn't last long. He grabbed John’s head with both hands, holding it in place, and started fucking him harder, faster. "Take it, you little whore. Take it all."

With a roar that shook the porch steps, the cop stiffened. He shoved his hips forward, burying his cock to the hilt, and started pumping. John gagged, his eyes bulging, but he didn't pull away. He took it all, feeling the cop's hot, thick jizz blasting against the back of his throat. The cop unloaded like a fire hose, filling John's mouth to the brim with his seed. John swallowed it down, greedily, lapping up every drop, his throat working to process the massive load.

The cop pulled back, panting, his softening cock slipping out of John’s mouth with a wet sound. He looked at me, a smug, satisfied grin on his face. "Not bad," he said again. "You've got a good little cocksucker here."

He zipped himself back up, adjusting his belt with a final, cruel smirk. He looked down at John, who was still on his knees, his mouth full of cum, his face a mess of spit and sweat.

"Go on," the cop said, pointing a finger at the steps. "Get inside. Get me a towel. And get yourself something to wrap around yourself. You can't let you go to your car naked. It's indecent exposure, and I don't want to arrest you. I want to see you do this again."

He looked at me then. "Tomorrow night. Same time. I'm bringing over a couple of buddies. They want to see what you can do. Don't disappoint me."