Tricked Out

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Will found a secluded spot in an empty parking lot behind an old, abandoned building that had once been the Big Star grocery store. In the far corner of the lot, two of the streetlamps had blown, giving the night free reign. When he turned into the lot, Will cut both the radio and his headlights off so no one would notice them, then drove around behind the store, heading for that dark corner.

Each time he released Corey long enough to shift gears, the hustler would take his hand back and place it firmly in his lap. His d**k jutted hard from his crotch, the tip damp with pre-c*m, and only the Velcro cable tie he wore cinched around his balls like a makeshift c**k ring held back his orgasm. The pale erection had turned a ruddy color that rivaled the plum-shaped tip, and whenever Will strummed his fingers along the hard length, Corey whimpered.

Pulling into the last spot in the lot, Will yanked up the parking brake and cut off the engine. He left the keys in the ignition and for a moment toyed with them, their jangle loud in the abrupt silence. Suddenly he felt like a teenager again, alone with a guy for the first time, unsure of what to say or do next.

Corey took charge. “You want to do this?” When Will nodded, he instructed, “Then lie back. It’s going to be pretty cramped but I think we’ll manage.”

As Corey slipped his shorts down his thin legs, Will obeyed. He pulled the driver’s seat forward a few inches, then reclined it. Will stretched back in the seat, hands smoothing down the long sleeves of his T-shirt, then straightening the material bunched beneath his seat belt, then down over his thighs to reposition his jeans. The denim bit into an erection that had been bothering him all night, and now he would finally be taking care of it.

Or rather, Corey would. Will hoped he was worth the price.

Beside him, Corey unbuckled his seat belt and climbed onto his knees in the passenger seat. His c**k pointed at Will, whose hand drifted to grasp the hard shaft. He heard Corey gasp in delight, and felt the car shake when those narrow hips bucked into his palm. Using Corey’s d**k as leverage, Will pulled himself up into a sitting position and guided the hustler’s c**k to his lips.

He missed.

The wet tip of Corey’s c**k brushed over his cheek and across his mouth before Will managed to close his lips around it. The musky scent of s*x enflamed his senses, and the d**k filled his mouth, the bittersweet taste of c*m like ambrosia. It had been way too long since he’d tasted another, but like an eager student, he relearned the fisted shape of a cockhead, the fold of skin at the end of the p***s that bulged like a mushroom, the slit where the flesh met beneath the tip, the weeping pinprick in the center that quivered when he tongued over it.

Above him, Corey gasped, “Oh yeah.” His words were mere breath between them. His hands played over the tight curls that clung to Will’s scalp, his fingers tickling over the tops of Will’s ears and down the back of his neck, guiding Will closer, driving his d**k farther into his mouth. Corey’s breath drew in, a sharp hiss like a snake between them.

But when Will fingered the cable tie, ready to rip open the Velcro and drink down Corey’s juices, the hustler pulled back. The tip of his c**k slipped from between Will’s damp lips; Will stuck his tongue out to chase after it, but Corey was stronger than he looked and held Will back. “You’re not paying for just this,” Corey reminded him. “Lie down.”

Again, Will did as he was told. Corey’s fingers danced over Will’s crotch, nimbly unbuckling his belt, unzipping his jeans, pulling the fly open to get inside. Will’s shirt was rucked up, out of the way, exposing a flat stomach and chiseled muscles as dark as the night around them. Corey’s hands looked like searchlights flickering over the shadows of Will’s flesh. The bright white briefs he wore seemed to glow in the darkness, but Corey pulled them down, tucked them beneath Will’s chocolaty balls, and ran both hands up the stiff length of Will’s c**k. “God damn,” Corey sighed. He couldn’t encircle the shaft at its base with just one hand. “You’re f*****g huge.”

Will wouldn’t go that far—he’d seen bigger guys in the shower room down at the precinct—but he liked the rasp of skin on skin in the close confines of his car, and he liked that Corey seemed impressed. With difficulty, he stifled a grin, instead concentrating on the shards of pleasure that spiked through him each time Corey stroked his length. Through hooded eyes, he watched the pale hands fluttering over his dark flesh, white fingers plucking and rubbing over the reddish-black knob of his cockhead. He allowed himself a slight moan and a whispered, “Yes.”

Corey snickered. “You like that?”

Will didn’t have to answer—his lustful gasp told the hustler what he needed to know.

Holding Will’s d**k with one hand, Corey ran his forefinger down the thick length, from tip to base. The touch was ticklish, sending shivers of delight coursing through Will’s body, and he writhed beneath the seasoned hands of the professional.

“Yes,” Will said, the word escaping from him to rise toward the roof of the car. Every time Corey ran his finger down the same path, it elicited another yes from Will, each louder than the last, until he was clutching the seat beneath him and crying out into the night. “Yes, yes.”

Just when Will thought he’d explode, Corey’s hands disappeared. Forcing his breath to slow, Will sighed. “There’s lube in the glove compartment.”

In the passenger seat, Corey shucked off his sneakers, extracting a condom from the inside of his left shoe. With expert moves, he tore open the foil packet with his teeth, then rolled the condom onto Will’s c**k without ceremony. Will fiddled with it, pinching room into the tip of the condom, as he heard the hustler rummage through the glove compartment. Too late, he wondered if his service pistol was in there. He had turned it in last month with his badge, but couldn’t seem to remember if the chief had returned it yet or not. If it were there, and Corey found it…

He heard a click as the glove compartment snapped shut, then Corey held up a curvy bottle of Astroglide. “This it?”

Before Will could get a good look, Corey flicked the pop-top open and squirted a generous dollop of the thick gel onto the tip of Will’s d**k. Even through the condom, he could feel the cool liquid slowly drip down his shaft. “Don’t use it all—” he started.

But the tell-tale raspberry sound of the bottle emptying interrupted him. “Too late,” Corey said, giving the bottle one good last squeeze before he pitched it behind his seat. Will ducked aside to avoid getting hit in the head with the bottle and felt the car move beneath him as Corey climbed onto him. “Guide me. I want your thick c**k in my ass like now.”

Will had never found such vulgar talk sexy. “You don’t have to be so—”

“Now,” Corey said again as he plopped down to straddle Will’s chest.

Will’s hands were drawn to those pale buttocks; he cupped them, his fingers sliding into the cleft between the cheeks, massaging the firm muscle. One forefinger found Corey’s trembling hole, which puckered and flexed as he rimmed it. Above him, Corey fisted his hands in Will’s shirt and rocked back into his hands. “f**k me already,” he demanded, jumping a little to rock the car. “You’re paying for it, aren’t you?”

Sitting up, Will covered Corey’s foul mouth with his own, silencing him. The hustler sat back, surprised, and found himself seated in the palms of Will’s strong hands. Spreading those tender ass cheeks wide, Will guided his d**k to the hidden center of Corey’s being. The wet tip of the condom slid over smooth skin, and Will used his fingertips to angle it into place. Corey made a muffled noise, his lips pressed to Will’s. When they parted, allowing Will’s hungry tongue entry, Will thrust up into the hustler’s tight ass.

That earned him a breathy gasp.

Will fell back to the seat, hips bucking to force as much of himself as he could into his lover for the evening. Corey followed him down, hands still clenched in Will’s shirt, his mouth ardent, insistent, as it sought Will’s own. “Yes,” he sighed into Will as they kissed, his words timed with each thrust, each f**k. “Please, God, yes, God, f**k, yes, yes.”

They found a fast pace, a furious rhythm spurred on by Corey’s half-whispered moans. The friction of Will’s c**k thrust between Corey’s willing buttocks set the night on fire around them; Will felt his blood blaze in his veins as he rocked toward release. Harder, faster, he forced his way into the body above his as he held tight to Corey’s hips. His fingers burned against the pale skin like scorch marks left behind. Deeper, harder, in, as far as he could go, as far as Corey would let him, Will gave into the ancient art of s*x and let the rest of his day, the rest of his life, fall away. Faster, yes, yes.

He needed this.

When his orgasm shuddered through him, Will grabbed the tie holding back Corey’s release and pulled it free. Corey sat up, hips grinding above Will’s, hand jerking as he came in a white rush that slicked Will’s lower belly. White c*m streaked his black skin like spilt milk. One elbow hit the car horn behind him, and the 350Z blared into the night in time with Corey’s strokes. The sound set off in Will a second, more vicious orgasm, and he clamped his hands down on Corey’s upper thighs to hold the hustler in place as he shot his load inside him again.

For a long moment, they sat coupled together, Will panting as he lay in the driver’s seat, Corey leaning back against the steering wheel. Neither seemed able to speak nor had the energy to pull apart.

Finally Corey ran a hand through his hair, and the short black bangs stood up from his temple spiked with the lube on his fingers. He took a deep breath, but his voice still shook slightly when he spoke. “You know,” he sighed, “I like you, so I’m gonna cut you a deal. Let’s say a hundred fifty for the whole thing. That cool with you?”

Will reached into his back pocket for his wallet, moving carefully to avoid dislodging Corey. He could easily eat through his whole paycheck for this guy.