It started with a glance across the bar. Mark was built thick, shoulders stretching his black tee, and when he nodded at my empty stool I knew exactly what he wanted. We skipped the small talk after the first round. My trucks out back, he said, voice low and rough. You coming or what?
I followed him out into the humid night, heart hammering. The parking lot was half-empty, yellow lights buzzing overhead. His black pickup sat in the far corner, tinted windows dark. He unlocked it and climbed in. I slid into the passenger seat and the door shut with a heavy click.
Mark didnt waste time. He leaned across the console, grabbed the back of my neck, and kissed me hard, tongue pushing straight in. His hand dropped to my crotch, squeezing the growing bulge in my jeans. Been thinking about this mouth since you walked in, he muttered against my lips.
I reached for his belt, fingers working fast. The leather creaked as I yanked it open. His zipper came down next. I shoved my hand inside and felt the heavy heat of his cock, already half-hard and thick. I pulled it out, the head flushed dark, a bead of pre-cum glistening at the slit.
Fuck, thats it, he growled. He pushed the seat back as far as it would go and spread his legs. The steering wheel was in the way but I didnt care. I leaned over the console, bent low, and licked a slow stripe up the underside of his shaft. Salt and musk hit my tongue. Marks hand clamped on my shoulder.
I opened wide and took the head into my mouth. It stretched my lips, warm and smooth.
I sucked hard, hollowing my cheeks, letting spit run down his length. He groaned, hips twitching up. Yeah, suck that cock. Get it wet.
I worked lower, taking more of him. My jaw ached but I kept going until the head nudged the back of my throat. I gagged once, pulled off, strings of saliva connecting my lips to his glistening dick. Then I dove back down, bobbing faster. The wet, sloppy sounds filled the cabslurp, gluck, the occasional pop when I came up for air.
Marks fingers threaded into my hair, guiding me. Deeper. Take it all the way down like a good cocksucker. I relaxed my throat and pushed until my nose pressed into the coarse hair at his base. He held me there, cock pulsing against my tongue. When he let go I came up gasping, spit dripping down my chin onto the console.
Outside, headlights swept across the lot as another car pulled in a few spaces away. I froze, heart racing, but Mark just chuckled. Keep going. They cant see shit through the tint. His voice was thick with lust. I went back down, sucking noisily, one hand stroking the base while my mouth worked the top.
He tasted goodclean sweat and that sharp tang of pre-cum leaking steady now. I swirled my tongue around the head on every upstroke, then plunged down again. Marks breathing turned ragged. His free hand reached under me, palming my own aching cock through my jeans. Youre hard as fuck from sucking me, arent you?
I moaned around his shaft in answer. The vibration made him curse. He started thrusting up into my mouth, short, controlled pumps that made my eyes water. Spit ran everywheredown his balls, onto the seat, soaking the front of my shirt. I didnt stop. I wanted him to lose it right there in the truck.
Fuck, Im close, he warned. I doubled down, sucking harder, faster, hand twisting on the slick shaft. His thighs tensed under my chest. With a low, guttural sound he shoved deep and came. Hot, thick pulses hit the back of my throat. I swallowed fast, but some spilled out the corner of my mouth, running down his cock. I kept sucking through it, milking every drop until he shuddered and pushed me off gently.
I sat up, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. Marks cock lay heavy against his thigh, shiny with spit and cum. He looked at me, eyes dark. Your turn. Pants down.
I unbuttoned fast. He leaned over, took me in his fist, then bent and swallowed me whole. The position was awkward over the console but it felt filthy and perfect. His mouth was hot and relentless. I came in under a minute, groaning his name while he drank it down.
We sat there breathing hard, the windows fogged. Mark tucked himself away, started the engine. I live ten minutes from here. Youre coming home with me.
I nodded, still tasting him on my tongue. The truck rolled out of the lot, and I already knew round two would happen before we even made it to his bed.
