Lacrosse Mate at the Cruising Spot
#7 of Shorts (< 500 words)
Inspiration art: https://twitter.com/Rekalcix/status/1301551836420141056
You rounded the corner of the hiking trail and heard a rustling sound that made your ears perk up. Before you knew it, you were pinned against a tree by a set of thick and tattooed arms. The stranger's hot breath radiated over your face as he stared into your eyes with intent. That's when you recognized him as one of your mates on the lacrosse team.
"Bet you didn't think I'd find your cruising spot, huh? I've been thinking about this all day."
He unzipped his pants just enough to slip a hand in and pop his cock out of the zipper. You'd seen it before in the showers and would always try to snap a covert picture, but you never succeeded and had to rely on memory every night when you jerked your cock. To see his dick like it is now, fully hard and already dripping like a faucet, was a dream come true. He loosened his grip on you, seemingly sensing your thirst.
"I haven't came in days, man. Just give me a hand."
You gave him a hand... and a mouth. His rough tone had become even gentler as your mouth engulfed his length, ribbed with pulsing veins. It wasn't long before he was whimpering and his cock was twitching, crying for release. He gave a final thrust into your throat but then pulled out, milking his cock by hand until his warm cum began showering your face and chest.
"Huff... damn man, same time next week?"