Bedroom Closet

I was kneel­ing with rest­ing against the run­ning board of his truck, in the dark cor­ner of a park­ing ramp, in the shadow of a door opened. For all it looked like from any­one pass­ing by, I was being looked after by some­one. But from pass­ing by you couldn’t see the guy in the back seat lean­ing over me and kiss­ing my neck while his hands slid down inside my shirt. You couldn’t see the one stand­ing up in front of me so that his stiff cock bulging through his jeans was inches from my face. You couldn’t see my mouth half open, breath­ing hard, held still.

“You need to do this like you want it or we’ll leave you hear… under­stand” — “yes” — “louder” — “Yes” — “Good…”

His pants were open and pulled down enough to reveal a bulge in his briefs. I didn’t even have a chance to see as my head was pushed for­ward at the same moment so my mouth was full of cot­ton and cock. After a moment I was pulled back so he could set him­self free, then back again so that his hot, salty shaft filled my mouth suddenly.

He wasn’t huge so I could take him in my mouth all the way to the base, which was a good thing because he made it clear imme­di­ately that I would have no con­trol over what was hap­pen­ing. As soon as he had him­self in my mouth he used his hips and his hands to make sure he stayed there. Any attempts I made to pull back or move back were stopped by him and his friend. My head was held and moved as he pleased. After a pause while he rested all the way in side me and moaned, he went to work.

He was used to tak­ing his plea­sure in this way; hold­ing my head in just such a way that my lips moved up and down his shaft slowly, hold­ing my chin so that it was as tight as he wanted it to be. He’d start slow and deep and draw his cock out to where only the head was still inside, then drive back in when he felt my lips tighten. I just sucked, and sucked hard, doing what I could to get him to cum quickly. He was doing what he could to take his time. He was winning.

After a spell he pulled out, but only to lift him­self so that his balls were closer — “lick” — I did, then down his shaft to the head of his cock, then back into my mouth again.

This switch between suck­ing his cock and lick­ing his balls seemed to excite him, because after a few times he started to fuck my face more vig­or­ously so that I could tell he would be spilling in moments. Almost imme­di­ately I felt his hips jerk and his body lean in, then my mouth and throat became full of him. It was all I could do to keep him inside me, but again he showed his prowess at get­ting blown, as he shot him­self inside me he tilted back so that there was more room in my mouth, keep­ing his cock inside me until he was spent. Then back and forth again, more slowly, clean­ing off.

He said a few things, but I didn’t hear them. I waited while he got him­self together, then gave a nod to his friend. as I was helped to my feet he gave a shove and I found myself lurch­ing across the back seat. While push­ing upward to sit up I was met with the weight of his body as he pushed down onto me. I gave in and stayed down — my face had come within inches of his friend’s jeans, sit­ting in the back seat. He had my hair in his hand and was hold­ing me in place.

“I’m not going to hurt you ” said the dri­ver, “but your going to suck my friend while I drive you home” — I nod­ded OK on my own this time. He got off and made sure I was all the way in, half kneel­ing in the seat well, closed the door, and dis­ap­peared. Moments later the car was rolling, but I didn’t notice because his friend had undid his pants and slid them down to reveal his cock.

He was less force­ful than his friend even though he used his hands in my hair to direct me. He let me use my arms because of the cars motion. As we rolled out of the park­ing lot I was made to suck again, paus­ing only long enough to give direc­tions, then forced back down. His friend turned on the music and we hit the road — not a fast route. As I raised my head to protest he pushed me down and leaned in, whis­per­ing “we’re going the long way so you can fin­ish, unless you want to take me home…”

“I can’t — my wife will kill me” I said between pushes down to the root of his cock. He pulled me off and pushed me down to lick his balls while he leaned in to whis­per to me.

“Would you if she let you” — “Yes“
“I’m going to call her” — “Please don’t”

But he some­how had my cell phone and hit speed dial #2. As he did this he told his friend what was hap­pen­ing, His friend laughed and pulled onto the road that would take me home. I was back suck­ing him again. This time held down hard so I couldn’t make a noise.

“Hi — no this isn’t him, but I have him in the car with me now. He’s drunk and has been suck­ing my cock… what???… Well. It was gas money… Sure I’ll bring him in. We’ll be there in a moment.”

I wasn’t allowed to stop suck­ing until we pulled up to the curb…

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