The parking lot sat dark and half-empty behind the closed bar, asphalt still warm from the day. He spotted the guy first, leaning against the side of a pickup truck with his legs spread just enough to show he was waiting. No names, no small talk. The guy nodded once, and that was all it took.
He walked straight over, dropped to his knees on the rough ground, and reached for the belt. The strangers cock was already half-hard when it came out, thick and veined, the head shiny with a bead of pre-cum. He wrapped his hand around the base, gave it one slow stroke, then opened his mouth and took it in.
The first taste hit his tongue, salty and hot. He sucked hard, hollowing his cheeks, sliding his lips down until the head bumped the back of his throat. The stranger groaned low and put one hand on the back of his head, not pushing yet, just holding him there while he worked the shaft with his mouth and tongue. Spit ran down the length and over his fingers as he stroked what he couldnt swallow yet.
He bobbed faster, the wet sound of his mouth loud in the quiet lot. Every few strokes he pulled off to lick from balls to tip, dragging his tongue along the underside, then sucked the head back in and swallowed around it. The strangers hips started to move, fucking his face in short thrusts that made his eyes water. He didnt pull away. He took it, gagging lightly when the cock pushed deeper, throat tightening around the thick head.
A car drove past on the far side of the lot, headlights sweeping over them for a second. Neither of them stopped. He kept sucking, one hand gripping the mans thigh, the other rolling his balls, feeling them draw up tight. The strangers breathing turned ragged. He pulled out just long enough to slap his wet cock against the kneeling mans cheek, leaving a streak of spit and pre-cum, then shoved back in.
Fuck, yeah, take it, the stranger muttered, voice rough. He held the head with both hands now and started thrusting in earnest, using the mouth like a hole. Spit dripped off the guys chin onto the pavement. His own cock was aching in his jeans, untouched, but he didnt care. This was about the cock in his mouth, the way it stretched his lips and filled his throat.
He pulled back for air, strings of saliva connecting his mouth to the shiny head, then dove back down and took it all the way to the root. His nose pressed into the mans pubes, throat convulsing around the invasion. The stranger cursed and held him there, grinding deep. When he finally let go, the guy came up gasping, then went right back to sucking, fast and sloppy, jerking the base with a tight fist while his tongue worked the sensitive spot under the head.
The strangers thighs started to shake. Gonna come, he warned, but the warning only made the guy suck harder, determined to take the load. The first spurt hit the back of his throat, thick and bitter. He swallowed around it, kept sucking through every pulse, milking every drop until the cock stopped twitching. Only then did he pull off, licking the last traces from the softening head before tucking it away.
He stayed on his knees a moment longer, catching his breath, mouth sore and wet. The stranger reached down, hauled him up by the arm, and shoved a hand down his jeans to wrap around his own neglected cock. Two rough strokes and he came hard, shooting across the asphalt between the trucks tires. The stranger wiped his hand on the guys shirt, gave a short nod, and climbed into the truck without another word.
The engine started. Red taillights swept across the lot as the truck pulled away, leaving him standing there with spit on his chin, the taste of come still thick on his tongue, and the empty night stretching out around him. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, adjusted himself, and walked back to his own car, already thinking about the next time hed come looking for the same thing.
