Will finds a secluded spot in an empty lot behind an old, abandoned building that was once the Big Star grocery. In the far corner of the lot, two streetlamps have blown, giving the night free reign. When he turns into the lot, Will cuts off the radio so no one will notice them, then drives around behind the store, heading for that dark corner.
Each time he releases Corey long enough to shift gears, the hustler takes his hand back and places it firmly in his lap. Corey’s d**k juts hard from his crotch, the tip damp with pre-c*m, and only the Velcro cable tie he wears cinched around his balls like a makeshift c**k ring holds back his orgasm. The pale erection has turned a ruddy color that rivals the plum-shaped tip, and whenever Will strums his fingers along the hard length, Corey whimper
