The Man in the Parking Lot

 Northern Indiana—October, 2025

 

I drove home the day after my afternoon at the bathhouse.  You would have thought that the sex I had there would be enough.  Of course not.  I stopped at a dirty bookstore just before the Michigan border.  The lot had quite a few cars.  I parked…

 

There is a man sitting in the car to my right, as I get out of mine.  His eyes bore into me.  He’s mid-forties, Black and has a goatee.  I can’t see more—but he seems to like what he sees in me.  He smiles.  I smile, nod and continue in. 

I pay the clerk who hands me a wad of tokens.  This is the place that on one side of the back room there is a video theatre and there are booths on the other side—that still take tokens.  I start in the theatre.

I sit and take out my cock.  Behind me, a hot Black guy has his dick out and is jerking hard to the straight anal scene on the screen.  He is wearing camouflage pants and a tight, white A-shirt.  His muscles are huge.  He looks ex-military.  He glances over at me.  His face shows no expression at all.

A Latino comes in.  He is young and very average looking.  He comes over to me and sits on the other half of the bench.  In moments, he is stroking my cock.  And stroking it.

“You can suck it, if you want…”

But he just keeps stroking it.  Not offensively hard, but I want more.

The hot guy crams his dick into his pants and leaves.  I excuse myself from the stroker and go off to the booths.  There is the hot guy, scrolling on his phone, standing in the hallway near the restroom.  He gives me no more than a cursory look.  I go into a booth near him and leave the door open.  It is not one with a glory hole.  I find some porn to my liking and stroke to it.

The door opens and a man looks in.  “Here you are.”

It’s the guy from the parked car.  He is tall and instantly pulls his pants down to his ankles.  He goes to his knees just as fast and begins sucking me.  He’s good.  No, great.  One of those thick tongues I adore.  He clearly loves doing it.  He strokes himself while he sucks.  His free hand is caressing my balls, not working my shaft. 

He is now licking those balls.  Gently.  Reverently.  I sigh.  He digs in with a little more pressure.  I moan.  He slowly pulls one into his mouth.  He tongue-washes it.  Then the other one.  He releases the hairy orb and slowly licks his way up my shaft.

He repeats it all again.  Slowly.  And once more.

He pulls off me and sighs.  He needs to stretch.  He gets up.  I lean in and take his very hard cock into my mouth. He groans—but in moments it goes down.  He really is all about service.

We take a break.  I find a booth with a gloryhole that is not in use.  I go in.  Instantly a thick curved cock comes through it.  And it’s covered in a condom.  I jerk it a little.  I finally lean down and put it in mouth.  I can’t.  I can’t suck a latexed cock.  The guy had seemingly liked it, but it’s not for me.

I go back to the theatre.  The hot guy is there, just kneading his cock mound now.  I sit near him and stroke.  Then my cocksucker arrives.  He goes to work on me in front of others.  This pleases me a lot.  He’s good…and it shows that I am willing to play in public.  There are a few other men scattered around the room.  They watch, but don’t pull out their dicks.  Actually, it makes the hot guy put his cock away after a time.

Once again, I suck my sucker for a moment when he stands up.  I want the hot guy to know I am more than just a big dick to service.  But no.

A hot, young and ripped Latino comes in.  He’s been making the rounds since I got there.  Now he finally takes out his cock.  He’s rampant and he looks right at me.  And I lose out for lingering 20 seconds.  The Latin guy who gave me the hand job is on him and he’s sucking him, dammit.  Granted, it fits down his throat with ease. 

It takes the guy forever to get off.  I leave the room for another round with my sucker in the booth.  When we come back, the guy finally gets off.  And the sucker spits his load out.  Now I’m incensed…

I am treated to a quick sucking from an older man.  He’s fine, but nothing special after this guy who’s worked so hard on me.  When his knees tire, my sucker, who’s been watching us, goes down on me for the last time.  I take a hit of poppers, hoping it might send me over the edge.

Not today.

My sucker has to leave.  We exchange phone numbers.  He wants playroom time.

I use up my tokens.  And some others that men have left behind.  But nothing else is happening.  The hot black guy is back on his phone.  I haven’t seen his dick for an hour.

I realize that I need to continue my journey home.

It was a good diversion.  Just not explosive…