Nick needed tonight to happen. Badly.

His hands gripped the steering wheel of the old Honda Civic. He looked at the back seat that hadn’t been cleaned in weeks. His backpack rested on the seat with his Calculus textbook peering out of it. Judging him.

His eyes went to the clock. 1:12 AM. Perfect, he thought with a smirk.

As the stoplight turned green his foot pushed down on the pedal. Hard.

School.

Pushing it harder, going to 40 MPH.

Dating.

60 MPH.

Family.

80 MPH.

Before long he was going 97 mph down the long empty highway with nothing but farmland on either side of him. His heart raced as he could feel himself expand in his shorts. Biting his lip.

As he barreled down the Texas highway he passed billboards for both Jesus and porn stores, the irony not lost on him.

Then dark country skyline was lit up by flashes of red and blue behind him.

Fuck.

His heart beat loudly in his chest as he pulled to the side of the road, leaving his hands on the steering wheel. He waited. The cop was sure taking his time tonight. He wrapped his fingers around the scarred steering wheel as the figure finally emerged from the car.

He could see a large, muscular silhouette appear in front of the cop car. The beam from a flashlight shone in his face as he rolled down the window.

“Do you know how fast you were going, son?” the cop said, looking down at him.

“Um. No?” Nick said with a raspy voice.

“I clocked you going 97 in a 70 mph zone.”

“Sorry sir, I think I just got distracted,” Nick said, unable to help himself from looking at the thick vein popping in the cop’s arm as it rested on the window.

“He lowered his flashlight. “License and registration.”

Nick’s hand reached slowly for the glove compartment, not wanting to move too fast. His hands found the small leather folder that held his registration, shaking as he handed it to the cop along with his license.

“Well...Nick Summers. Did you know that going 27 miles over the limit is reckless endangerment?”

Yes, he did.

“No sir.”

“Please step out of the car,” the cop said, taking a step back.

Nick sat there taking a deep breath before slowly opening the door. The cop helped open it and directed him to the back of the car.

“You seem nervous, boy. Are you hiding something?” the cop said in his raspy voice. Nick’s eyes moved their way down, inspecting the body of the man in front of him. He could see the way the cop filled out his uniform — strong arms, and a bulge that Nick clocked was not hidden by the fabric.

“No. No sir. Just never get pulled over.”

“I need you to get out of the car.”

“Sir, I don’t understand I was just-”

“Get behind the car. Now.” He ordered. “Put your hands on the hood.”

“Sir, I don’t think that—”

“You already showed you don’t think by going 97on my highway. Now do as I say.”

Nick could feel the sweat soaking through his shirt as he walked slowly. All he could hear was the sound of their footsteps on the gravel and a couple of rocks rolling under the car as he got into position.

The cop looked in the back seat of the car, then walked behind Nick. Nick could feel his eyes on his body slowly inspecting him head to toe.

“Am...am I under arrest?” Nick asked as he brushed his tousled hair from his eyes.

“Not yet,” the officer said as Nick’s legs started to shake.

Nick felt his pulse spike as the officer grabbed his shoulder roughly with one hand and started to pat him down with the other. He could smell leather and gun oil with a hint of the officer’s musk, causing a reaction as the officer’s hands moved lower.

As the officer’s hands patted down his pockets they moved to his backside. Lingering a second too long. Nick could have sworn he heard a reaction from the officer before the hands returned to his sides and moved down his legs.

His hands then went to the front. Nick could no longer hide his excitement from the officer. The cop’s hands stayed on his bulge, gripping it firmly.

Nick could feel the officer’s fingers circling gently around the tip of his cock through his shorts. The officer’s wedding ring pressing up against him, making his legs shake.

“No. Sir. Please just let me go.”

Just a soft grunt from the officer.

“Go to the passenger side.”

Nick hesitated, taking a step forward then a half step back.

“Now,” the cop said under his breath.

The radio crackled. “This is Harlan. I’m going to go on break for 15 minutes.”

Nick faced forward, his eyes shifting in the night.

Harlan’s hands found their way to Nick’s waist as he pressed against him. Nick could feel him through his pants. He had to be at least 8 or 9 inches easily. And hard. Very hard.

Harlan pressed into Nick, his shaft sliding against Nick’s crack through his shorts. Nick let out a small audible moan.

He heard Harlan chuckle at his submission. “You want to get back on the road? Then do as I tell you. No questions,” he said, turning Nick to face him.

Nick could see his face now. Stubble cutting through a strong jawline.

“Yes sir,” Nick said, looking up at Harlan sheepishly.

“On your knees.”

Nick’s eyes widened. He glanced at the officer’s gun then back at his face, feeling the front of his shorts wet with precum.

His legs folded as he got down in front of the officer. He could feel a pebble from the gravel digging into his knee as he settled on the ground, watching as Harlan stepped forward, unzipping his pants and pulling out his thick, heavy cock.

Nick’s eyes turned from fear to hunger.

“Suck it.”

Nick watched it grow to its full size as his hand slowly reached for it. Seeing it twitch, his hand almost backed off before he felt it — how veiny it was as his hands explored every inch.

“Mouth. Now,” the officer said, almost begging.

Nick had a slight grin as he moved toward the officer, his tongue reaching out to graze the tip as his eyes fixed on the badge above him.

Harlan grabbed his hair, his hand reaching behind Nick’s head and pulling him down.

Nick felt the large cock enter his mouth and push down his throat, almost choking on it. He relaxed and let the invader take what it wanted.

Harlan let out a grunt as his cock buried itself down Nick’s throat, trying to get every inch inside him. Nick’s hands pressed against Harlan’s sides, pushing back, but Harlan was stronger and far more determined.

Nick closed his eyes and gave in, letting Harlan slide all the way out and back down. Not gentle. Not slow.

He could feel the officer’s uniform pants against him as Harlan thrust forward, hips driving into his face with a force Nick could no longer pretend he didn’t want.

He pulled Harlan by the waist deeper into his throat. Wanting every bit he could get.

“Fuck. That’s a good boy,” Harlan said as his pace quickened.

Nick’s hand moved toward the button of his shorts, unbuttoning them and lowering the zipper to free his own cock, which was dripping with pleasure.

He thought about what his parents would say if they saw him. Then pushed them from his mind.

“Get up,” Harlan said, taking a step back, withdrawing his cock from Nick’s throat and watching the spit fall from it.

Nick turned his body around, knowing what Harlan wanted. His shorts landed on the ground with a thud that made him anticipate what was coming even more.

He heard the sound of Harlan setting his holster on the ground, then the piercing sound of a zipper cutting through the silence. The sound made Nick’s hole twitch.

Nick leaned forward against the car, arching his back, offering himself to the officer. Knowing this wouldn’t end until Harlan got what he wanted.

He heard Harlan moving forward on the gravel, stepping behind him, and felt the cop’s spit-soaked head pushing against his entrance.

“You’re going to take this cock. I can tell you want it,” the cop said before spitting into his hand and applying it to Nick’s entrance. His thick digit rubbing, exploring, then pushing the spit inside, preparing him.

His thick head pushed up against him but Nick was tight, resisting his entry. Harlan pushed harder. Then a pop as Nick’s hole surrendered to the man’s cock that needed release inside him.

“Fuck,” Nick called out into the night. “You’re so thick. I don’t think I can take it.”

Nick pushed back against Harlan but Harlan grabbed him by the wrist and pinned his hands to the car.

Pushing inside harder as Nick cried out, tears in his eyes.

“Quit being a bitch and take it all.”

Harlan thrust hard, driving past Nick’s resistance and sliding all the way in. He didn’t stop until he was buried completely inside Nick, who could feel the pain as the massive cock stretched him open. He bit his arm trying to muffle himself.

Then Harlan pulled all the way out before sliding back in before Nick could adjust.

Nick’s eyes rolled back, a grin forming as Harlan started to pump in and out of him.

“Yes,” Nick hissed as the thrusting became deep and forceful. “Give it to me. Own my ass.”

Harlan grunted in approval. Nick could feel his body fully open up to Harlan’s cock, allowing him full access.

The car started rocking back and forth with each thrust, the sound of squeaking shocks and low grunts filling the night.

Harlan slapped his ass hard, leaving a red mark and a sting of pain that made Nick bite his tongue.

The officer’s hands gripped Nick’s waist, digging in deep as he fucked him with the full force of his body. His pace growing ever quicker.

Nick could feel Harlan hitting his prostate, causing him to leak precum that was just pouring out of him now. He stopped touching himself and rested his head in his hands, enjoying every sensation of being used by Harlan.

He could hear Harlan’s breathing going deeper, more determined. Looking back, Nick could tell he was getting close to the edge.

His face was straining as he wiped the sweat from his forehead.

“Yeah...cum inside me. Please, officer. Punish me.”

Nick felt Harlan’s cock expand as it slid in deep. Felt Harlan’s hips meet his hole as he buried himself completely and released inside him. He could feel the officer’s load fill him up, warming his insides, as Harlan collapsed against his back. Sweat dripping onto him. This caused Nick to cum, hands free, on his car and releasing everything he’d held onto all week.

Harlan was still hard as he used his own load as lube, spreading it around before slipping out.

Both of them pulled back, catching their breath as they put their clothes back on. Nick could feel Harlan studying him as he put on his holster, a warm smile showing for the first time that evening as he moved forward, stroking the side of Nick’s face before returning to his car. His eyes lingering on Nick as he settled back inside.

Nick sat in his seat, feeling the warmth leaking out of him. The tenderness reminding him of every thrust Harlan had made.

As he watched the police car disappear into the night, Nick smiled, already thinking about next weekend.

God, I hate the heat.

The kind where the air feels thick and heavy and all you want to do is lie in bed scrolling through dating apps, hoping someone nearby feels the same way.

That was today.

I lay in bed doing exactly that. I thought about going to the pool, but it was crowded. Splashing and screaming from families echoed outside, so I stayed in the safety and quiet of my room.

While scrolling, a message popped up from someone who caught my eye.

His profile said Marco. He was 20, Hispanic, and twinky.

Perfect.

We both complained about the heat, but the thing we had most in common was wanting to get off. The only problem was that he didn’t have a car and lived with his sister.

He suggested coming back to my place, but honestly that was too much interaction for me. After I’m done, I don’t want thirty minutes of idle conversation with someone I may never see again.

Then he suggested something else.

“What if you fuck me in the parking garage at my sister’s apartment?”

I instantly got hard thinking about it. Public play had always been a weakness of mine.

“Is it safe there?” I asked.

“Why don’t you come over later?”

“K. What time?”

“10:00 pm.”

Done. Plans made.

After dinner and some TV, I got ready to head over. I grabbed a light hoodie and shorts that would be easy to take on and off.

When I arrived, a nervous flutter hit my stomach. Hookups can make anyone anxious, but doing it somewhere public turns that feeling up to ten. Thoughts start racing. What do they really look like? Are they dangerous? Are we going to get caught?

My black Ford Edge rolled slowly into the apartment garage and crept upward, searching for a spot.

The garage was five stories tall and dimly lit. Cars were scattered around, but one side had hardly any and even less light.

I parked on the fourth floor and messaged him that I was there.

A few minutes passed.

Great. Am I being ghosted?

It had only happened once or twice before, but never after this much setup.

Then my phone buzzed.

“Sorry. Had to sneak away from my sister. Be there in two minutes.”

A minute later, I took a sip from my water bottle, already warming in the heat.

Then Marco appeared, walking toward my car.

He paused and looked around the garage, making sure no one was nearby.

Looking into the car first, he hesitated for a moment before softly opening the door. A nervous smile crossed his face, but his eyes told me exactly why he was there.

He slid into the passenger seat, bringing the scent of soap and a hint of cologne with him.

I immediately felt myself getting harder.

“This spot work?” I asked.

“Yeah. Should be quiet.”

“Get in the back seat and I’ll follow.”

I turned down the music so we could hear if anyone approached and slid into the back seat. The car was perfect for what we were about to do. The seats folded forward, leaving plenty of room.

We sat in the rear row where the tint was darkest, close together.

Without another word, our lips met.
First gently, almost cautious… then hungrily.

My hands explored his tight body while his fingers traced the muscles in my arms. A soft moan escaped him as I moved to his neck, kissing and licking slowly.

His hands reached for the bulge in my shorts, slowly feeling my growing cock.

He looked up at me and bit his lip.

“It’s so thick.”

“Yeah. You want it?”

“Yes, daddy. I do.”

He pulled my shorts down, exposing my dick to the cool air of the car.

I leaned back, breathing in his scent mixed with the faint new-car smell.

His mouth clearly knew what it was doing. He slid down on me, taking me deep into his mouth.

My hands grabbed the seat beside me as I tried to stay quiet. His mouth was warm and soft, the suction sending waves up my spine.

He looked up at me again, almost checking for approval.

“Yeah… that’s a good boy. Take Daddy’s thick cock.”

He moaned softly around me.

While he worked, he pushed his shorts down and shifted so I could see him better. The dim garage light caught the curve of him, smooth skin with a light dusting of fine hair.

“Get up,” I whispered. “I want to eat that ass.”

“Yes sir,” he said with a smile.

I pulled the small bottle of lube from my shorts pocket and set it beside us.

He slid back onto the seat and lifted his legs slightly, exposing himself to me.

His hole twitched softly as my tongue moved closer.

I licked slowly around it, circling it gently.

He moaned louder.

My tongue pressed deeper, tasting him as he gasped.

“Yeah… oh my god that feels so good.”

He shifted his hips, giving me more access.

“Fuck me… please.”

I sat up and looked at him for a second. He smiled, and I leaned down to kiss him again.

God, I couldn’t get enough of him.

I lined myself up and pressed the head of my cock against him, teasing the entrance.

Marco moaned quietly.

Almost too loudly.

I leaned down and kissed his neck.

“Shhh. I don’t want us to get interrupted.”

He nodded and spread his legs wider.

I popped open the lube and poured some along my dick, stroking it until it was slick. Then I rubbed some on him.

Leaning forward again, I pushed slowly inside.

“Mmmpf.”

“Yeah… that’s it. You feel so good.”

Marco relaxed and let his body open to me.

Once fully inside, I could feel him tight around me as he adjusted.

His hands gripped my sides while he got used to the stretch.

Then I began to move.

Slow at first.

Shallow.

Then deeper.

Harder.

He started moaning again.

Looking into his eyes, I could see how badly he wanted it.

My rhythm picked up and he wrapped his legs around me, pulling me deeper inside him.

Then a car door slammed somewhere in the garage.

My heart jumped into my throat as we both froze.

I stayed inside him, throbbing.

We trusted the tinted windows to keep us hidden. The person seemed far enough away not to notice, as long as we stayed quiet.

Then Marco began pushing back against me.

He wanted it again.

I started moving, not caring who might hear.

His moans were softer now.

I felt my body tightening, my release building.

“Do it… please. Cum in me.”

That was all I needed.

I buried myself deep and came hard, my body shaking as I emptied inside him.

A deep groan escaped me as the tension drained away.

I collapsed forward, still inside him.

Our hearts pounded and sweat covered both of us.

When I finally pulled out, I saw my cum slowly leaking from him.

We both laughed quietly.

I leaned forward and gave him a quick kiss.

Eventually we got dressed again. He slipped back toward his sister’s apartment while I started the car.

I drove out of the garage in silence before turning the radio on for the ride home.

I smiled as I replayed what had just happened, wishing for more days like this.

Then my phone buzzed.

That was hot. Definitely need to do that again.

I smiled as the message lit up the screen in the dark car.

And we did.

One thing I’ve never liked is long car rides with my parents. Today wasn’t any different.

I was wedged into the back seat of the Explorer while Dad drove steady down the highway and Mom scrolled through her phone up front, reading off random tourist stops we were never actually going to visit. Virginia was still three hours away, and the boredom had already settled deep into my bones.

My legs cramped. My ass had gone numb ages ago. My brain kept drifting into places it probably shouldn’t.

Maybe it was the endless gray highway.
Maybe Fleetwood Mac playing for the tenth time.
Or maybe it was just the fact I hadn’t gotten off in way too long.

Either way, my brain wouldn’t shut up.

“Anyone hungry?” Mom asked without looking up.

“Starving,” I said, shifting around trying to find a position that didn’t make my legs ache.

Dad glanced at the GPS. “Cracker Barrel coming up in a few miles. That work?”

Twenty more minutes of pine trees flashing past the windows. My phone was down to twelve percent and there was nothing left worth scrolling.

We took the exit.

Right on cue my stomach growled loud enough that Mom actually turned around to look at me.

The smell hit the second I opened the door.

Fried chicken.
Biscuits.
Thick maple syrup hanging heavy in the air.

My mouth watered even though I tried to play it cool.

Inside we passed the candy shelves and old toys. The walls were covered in rusted farm tools and faded black-and-white photos from another century. The hostess barely looked up.

“Table for three?”

I slid into the booth by the window. The vinyl squeaked under my legs.

Dad ordered sweet tea for everyone.

Mom immediately started talking about some cavern she’d found online that sounded interesting, but I already knew we’d never actually go.

I nodded where I was supposed to.

But my eyes were already wandering around the room.

That’s when I saw him.

He was coming out of the kitchen carrying a tray stacked with steaming plates. Blue work shirt. Sleeves rolled past his elbows. Dark hair cut short on the sides. A jawline sharp enough to hurt.

His forearms were thick. The kind you get from actual work, not lifting weights in a mirror.

He dropped the tray at the service window and wiped his hands on his apron.

Then he turned.

Our eyes met.

Half a second. Maybe less.

My chest tightened.

I immediately dropped my gaze to the menu, pretending to read even though I already knew everything on it. Heat crept slowly up the back of my neck.

Was he actually looking at me?

Or just doing that quick room scan servers do?

“You okay, honey?” Mom asked suddenly. “You’re flushed.”

“The car was stuffy,” I muttered. “I’m fine.”

She shrugged and went right back to planning tomorrow’s Williamsburg stop with Dad.

I glanced up again.

He was gone.

Our server arrived a moment later. Mid-fifties. Talked fast. Moved faster.

I barely managed to get my order out. My tongue felt thick. My brain wouldn’t settle.

I couldn’t stop picturing those forearms.

The way the shirt stretched across his shoulders.

But what really stuck with me was that split second of eye contact.

Stop.

You’re on a road trip with your parents.

Get a grip.

Still, something restless spread under my skin. A slow warmth I hadn’t felt in months.

I sipped my sweet tea and tried to focus on my parents’ conversation.

Food came.

I ate automatically, barely tasting the gravy even though it was actually good. My eyes kept drifting back toward the kitchen door.

Then he appeared again.

This time carrying a bus tub, heading down the hallway toward the restrooms.

He walked right past our table.

His eyes lifted.

Locked on mine again.

Longer this time.

The corner of his mouth twitched.

Almost a smirk.

“So…” Dad’s voice snapped me back to reality. “What time should we get up tomorrow?”

I blinked.

The guy was already gone.

My heart was pounding in my chest.

“I… need to use the restroom,” I said quickly, sliding out of the booth before I could change my mind.

Dad gave me a brief side-eye but didn’t say anything.

Mom nodded around a bite of coleslaw.

I walked down the hallway trying to breathe normally.

My pulse thumped in my ears.

Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead.

The men’s room door creaked when I pushed it open.

Inside were two urinals and a single stall.

I stepped up to one of the urinals even though I didn’t actually need to go.

I just stood there.

Trying to calm down.

The door creaked open behind me.

I froze.

Didn’t turn around.

Heavy boots stepped across the tile floor.

The silence suddenly felt thick.

I slowly turned my head.

It was him.

Standing at the next urinal. Close enough that I could smell him now.

Sawdust. Clean sweat. Cheap soap.

A little stubble along his jaw.

“Hey,” he said quietly.

“Hey,” I answered.

His hand dropped to his belt.

The buckle clinked.

Button popped open.

Zipper slid down.

I should’ve left.

My parents were probably finishing their meal right now.

But I didn’t move.

My body wouldn’t cooperate.

He pulled himself out slowly.

Already half hard.

Thick.

Uncut.

My mouth watered again.

“See something you like?” he said softly.

I swallowed.

Let out a nervous laugh.

He started stroking himself slowly, bringing it fully hard.

It looked massive.

“You want to suck it.”

Not really a question.

I nodded.

He glanced toward the door.

“My truck’s out back,” he said. “Safer than here.”

“I… uh…”

He chuckled quietly.

“Relax. We’ll be quick.”

He tucked himself back in loosely.

“Follow me. Just not too close.”

Then he left.

The door swung shut behind him.

I stood there frozen.

Heart hammering in my fingertips.

This is insane.

You should go back to the table.

But I wasn’t thinking clearly anymore.

I pushed the door open and followed.

Outside the heat wrapped around me immediately.

His white F-150 sat parked far out in the lot.

He leaned against the tailgate watching me approach.

“Took you long enough,” he said, climbing into the driver’s seat. “Get in.”

I slid onto the bench seat.

The leather was still warm from the sun.

He flipped the visor down to block the view from the restaurant.

“Quick,” he muttered, already pulling his jeans down again.

His cock sprang free, thick and hard.

He gave it a slow stroke.

“You know what to do.”

My brain screamed that this was insane.

A complete stranger.

A truck in a Cracker Barrel parking lot.

My parents maybe fifty yards away eating biscuits.

But my body leaned forward anyway.

The gearshift pressed into my ribs as I lowered my mouth onto him.

He groaned immediately.

“Fuck… yeah. Good boy.”

He groaned low, his hand sliding into my hair and inching me down on him. “Fuck yeah… such a nice mouth.”

Oh my god, I was actually struggling to take all of his cock. I was most of the way down and slowed, trying to handle his massive girth.

“Deeper. That’s it.” His grip tightened. “Take it.”

I relaxed my throat and pushed down until my nose pressed into his pubes. I held there until my lungs burned, then pulled back up, gasping.

“That’s it… good boy.”

Those words. Those magic words. They released something inside me. I wanted this man and anything he wanted to do to me.

With his encouragement, I pushed him back into the seat and took his cock down to the very base.

“Oh fuck yeah. Knew you had it in you.”

I smiled as I slowly slid his thick, monstrous cock up and down my throat. I could feel every ridge and vein.

The thought of getting caught sends a sharp jolt through me, and I moan around him without meaning to.

“Like that, huh?” He pulls me off by my hair, tilting my head back so he can see my face. “Dirty little thing. Let me see what else you can take.”

He releases me and reaches past me to the glove box, pulling it open and fishing around inside until he produces a small bottle of lube and tosses it onto the seat beside me.

“Get your pants down,” he orders.

My hands are shaking as I undo my jeans. I lift my hips and shove them down to my knees, the cool air hitting my exposed skin.

“Bend over the seat.”

The center console is in the way, but he doesn’t seem to care. He grabs my hips and maneuvers me until I’m bent over the seat, my ass in the air, my face pressed against the cracked leather.

“Nice.” His palm connects with my cheek in a sharp smack that makes me yelp. “Real nice.”

I hear the pop of the lube cap, then the cold press of his fingers against my hole. I tense up, and he makes a low sound of approval.

“Relax. I’ll get you ready.”

He circles my rim with one slick finger, pressing gently at first, then harder. The sensation is strange and intimate, sending little sparks of pleasure up my spine. He works the finger inside, slow and steady, and I force myself to breathe through it.

“Tight.” He crooks his finger, finding that spot inside me that makes my vision blur. “Been a while?”

“Y-yeah.” The word comes out breathy.

He adds a second finger, and I grunt at the stretch. He scissors them, opening me up, his other hand resting heavy on the small of my back. The stretch burns, but it’s good—the kind of burn that makes me want more.

“Please,” I whisper, not even sure what I’m asking for.

“Please what?” He pushes in a third finger, and I gasp. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want… I need…”

“Need what?” He pulls his fingers out and positions himself behind me. “Say it.”

“Fuck me. Please, just fuck me.”

He doesn’t make me ask again. I feel the blunt head of his cock against my hole, pressing, pushing. The stretch is intense, almost too much, and I bury my face in the leather to muffle my moan. He sinks in inch by inch, not stopping until he’s buried to the hilt.

“Fuck.” His voice is strained, his grip on my hips bruising. “Tight little hole.”

He holds still for a moment, letting me adjust, before pulling back and slamming in again. The pace he sets is brutal, each thrust hard enough to rock the truck on its suspension. I brace myself against the seat, my fingers digging into the leather, my breath coming in short pants.

“You feel that?” He leans over my back, his chest pressing against my shoulders, his mouth hot against my ear. “Feel me splitting you open?”

I can’t form words. I just nod, my eyes squeezed shut, my body singing with sensation. He’s hitting that spot inside me with every thrust, sending shocks of pleasure through my core. The sounds of skin against skin fill the cab, mixing with our breathing, the creak of the seat springs, and the distant noise of the parking lot.

He reaches around and wraps his hand around my cock, stroking in time with his thrusts. I’m leaking, my slick smearing over his fingers, and I know I’m not going to last long.

“Gonna come for me?” His voice is low and rough. “Gonna make a mess all over my seat?”

“I’m… I’m close…”

“Then come. Come on my cock.”

His hand tightens, his thumb rubbing over the head, and I fall apart. My orgasm crashes through me, white-hot and overwhelming, my release spilling over his fingers and onto the seat beneath me. I groan, the sound ripped from my chest, and he fucks me through it, his rhythm never faltering.

“Good boy.” He grunts, his hips snapping faster. “Good fucking boy.”

He buries himself deep one last time and stills, a low groan tearing from his throat as he finds his own release. I can feel him pulsing inside me, the warmth of his seed filling my insides, and I shudder with the aftershocks.

We stay like that for a moment, both of us breathing hard, his weight pressing me into the seat. Then he pulls out, and I feel suddenly empty and exposed. The air conditioning kicks on, blowing cold air against my sweat-damp skin.

He pulls up his jeans and buckles his belt. I scramble to do the same, my hands still shaking, my legs unsteady. The smell of sex hangs heavy in the cab, mixing with the leather and the lingering scent of grease from the restaurant.

“Here.” He hands me a crumpled napkin from the dashboard. “Clean yourself up.”

I take it, wiping at the mess on my stomach, my face burning with embarrassment and something else. Something like shame, or maybe just the crash of adrenaline wearing off.

“Thanks,” I mumble.

He shrugs, not looking at me. “No problem. Thanks for the fun.”

I open the door and climb out, my knees almost buckling when my feet hit the gravel. The afternoon sun is bright—too bright—and I squint against it. Behind me, I hear the truck start, the engine rumbling to life.

“Hey.”

His voice makes me turn. He’s leaning toward the passenger window, which he’s rolled down.

“You alright?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine.”

He studies me for a moment, then nods. “Get back to your family safe.”

I walk away from the truck and this stranger without another word or even look back.

Just like that.

No exchange of numbers. No promises. Nothing. Just a quick fuck in a parking lot and then back to my life like nothing happened.

I take a moment to compose myself, running my fingers through my hair and checking my clothes for any obvious signs of what I just did. My face is flushed, my lips swollen, my clothes disheveled.

I look exactly like what I am: someone who just got fucked in a stranger’s truck.

I walk back toward the restaurant, my legs still shaky, my mind racing.

What the hell did I just do?

I’ve never done anything like that before, never even thought about it. But the second he looked at me, the second I saw that hunger in his eyes, all rational thought went out the window.

The restaurant is still crowded when I slip back inside. I weave through the tables, avoiding eye contact with the staff, my heart pounding in my chest. I don’t see him anywhere, but that doesn’t mean he’s not here, watching from somewhere I can’t see.

My parents are finishing their meals when I slide back into the booth. My mom looks up, concern creasing her forehead.

“Everything okay? You were gone a while.”

“Stomach’s upset,” I say, the lie tasting sour on my tongue. “Must have been something I ate.”

My dad sets down his sweet tea and looks at me—really looks at me—in a way that makes my skin prickle. His eyes narrow slightly, and there’s something in his expression I can’t quite read.

“That’s funny,” he says, his voice flat. “I went to the bathroom, and you weren’t there.”

My face burns.

“I… I must have been in the stall. Or outside getting air.”

He holds my gaze for a long moment, the weight of his suspicion pressing down on me. Then he shrugs and picks up his fork again.

“Must have missed you.”

I nod, not trusting my voice.

My mom watches both of us now, her brow furrowed, but she doesn’t say anything. The silence at the table is heavy.

I glance out the window, half-expecting to see the truck still in the lot.

But it’s gone.

Just empty gravel and a few cars I don’t recognize.

He’s probably miles away by now, heading back to whatever job or home or life he has, not giving me a second thought.

And why would he?

I was just a quick lay, a way to pass the time during his break.

Nothing more.

Nothing less.

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One thing I never liked was driving long distance. Today, honestly, no different. I was driving my SUV down the highway, switching from one song on my playlist to another. You would think I was insane from my music collection. I was going from Metallica, to Taylor Swift, and then on to the Beatles.

Maybe it was the boredom, maybe it was because I didn’t want to get to an event for work, or maybe it was just because I hadn’t gotten off in three days. Anyway, I pulled into a parking lot that I had checked online. It was known for being cruisy, but I had never been.

I turned on an app and was trying to find someone who would at least suck my dick.

Nothing.

I did not see a person that struck my interest. I opened my Outlook to check emails, but nothing. I went to the bathroom because nature was calling, took a call, but did not see anyone around. It was when I finally decided to leave that I got a message.

It was from a guy that was a couple years younger than me, blonde and a bit on the twunky side. He had a tan that really accentuated his body in all the right ways.

Blonde Guy: “Are you at the park?”

Me: “Yeah, what about you?”

Blonde Guy: “Yeah, took an early lunch. Looking.”

Me: “Yeah? Into?”

Blonde Guy: “Vers, love to suck.... what about you?”

Me: “Top here. Love oral, rimming, and pretty open.”

We exchanged a few pictures, and his ass was the kind you could just eat for days. I had never been to this park before, and he let me know where to find him.

As I walked around to where he said to find him, I noticed how small this park is. It has a shallow parking lot, a set of bathrooms, and this boardwalk that winds around the back area. I wasn’t able to see where it ended at first because of all the trees, which I’m assuming would give us cover.

I walked along the boardwalk and finally reached Blonde Guy sitting in a covered rest spot that had a long wooden bench.

He was dressed in a red polo from what looked like a local repair shop and slacks. He had a hat on in some attempt at discretion. I could see a drop of sweat beading on his temple from the humid summer day.

Me: “Hey.”

Blonde Guy: “Looks like you found me.”

Me: “Yeah,” I replied with a slight chuckle.

Blonde Guy: “Come over here. If you sit here you can get a good view to see if anyone is coming.”

I sat next to this complete stranger. A hot stranger, but a stranger no less.

Me: “So... how do we...”

That is when the Blonde Guy kissed me. Not timidly, but with a hunger matching my own. I kissed him back and loved the way his mouth felt on mine. I could taste him on my lips, and it had me wanting more with each kiss.

He started to grab at my dick with his hand and could feel my seven inches throbbing in his grip. I heard him moan into my mouth as he felt me get even harder.

He unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock, quickly going down on it. His mouth was one of the best I had ever had. It was the perfect balance of suction and wetness, and I enjoyed the feeling as his blonde head went to work on my dick. He moved to the ground on his knees and started to deep-throat me.

Me: “Fuuuuck. That feels so good, man.”

He then started to unbuckle his belt and lowered his pants. I could see his tan lines that shaped this perfect ass that, just looking at it, somehow made the blowjob feel even better. I reached down, while looking around, and moved my hand down his back and slid my finger over his hole. It felt tight, but not super tight. All I could think about was getting inside him before someone walked down that trail.

Me: “Do you have lube?”

He did not respond. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small bottle of Astroglide. He pulled me to my feet and I undid my pants fully. He opened the cap and put some lube onto his hands, smearing some on my cock.

God, he wanted this, which made me even more determined to bury every inch I had into him.

He aligned my cock to his hole. There was a moment of hesitation before it popped open and accepted my dick. I could feel the warmth of his hole surround me and waited for him to fully open up. I could feel my cock pulse inside him.

He slowly started to slide my cock in and out of his hole. I could feel the lube doing its job, making him slick so I could easily glide in and out. Soon I was thrusting inside him, wanting more.

I realized I was pounding away at his ass. I could feel his cheeks hitting my loins, the slapping sound of flesh overtaking the sound of birds chirping.

I was going harder and deeper with each thrust. I was determined not to just cum in him but bury my load into him as deep as I could. I grabbed him by the hips and pulled him down harder onto my cock. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to cumming.

His moans started to get louder as I pounded even harder. Could someone hear? was a brief and intrusive thought that was quickly overshadowed by the pleasure I felt.

His ass really started to open up at this point and was just so loose around my cock. It was an ass that had probably been used multiple times in this spot, taking loads from strangers, maybe multiple times a day. The thought of that sent me over the edge and I could feel myself empty into him.

I held there, not wanting to move. I wanted to reward him with every last ounce of cum.

I could feel him jerking off feverishly. It was only seconds later that I felt his ass flex around my cock and saw his load paint the wooden deck.

I slid out and pulled my pants on, and he adjusted himself.

Blonde Guy: “Fuck, that was hot. Love that cock.”

Me: “Love that ass. If I had more time I’d go another round.”

Blonde Guy: “That’s hot. We should do it again.”

Me: “Would love to, but sadly I don’t live around here.”

Blonde Guy: “Damn, that’s a shame. I’d love to get that cock in me more often.”

I chuckled and he gave me a tender kiss on the lips.

Me: “I got... to get... to work. Thanks again.”

As I walked back to my car, the post-cum clarity hit.

The birds were chirping again, the insects buzzing, and for the first time all day I felt relaxed after one hot fuck.

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