BJ at the Condo

Had a company dinner last night, and after a couple of drinks I decided to call it a night. As I was walking toward my car, I passed a bar and caught sight of a hot Indian guy having drinks with his friends. He reminded me of someone I used to hook up with years ago - MD.

Out of nowhere, the thought of sucking a nice, thick black cock washed over me, and my pants began to stir.

On a whim, I decided to text MD. We used to hook up back then, lost touch but reconnected a few years ago. Every now and then, he still sends me videos and photos from his hookups - hot, as always.

Me: Yo sexy fucker
Me: Wassup
Me: Just walking by a bar just now and saw a hot Indian guy and thought of you
Me: Suddenly had the urge to want to suck your thick juicy cock 

10 minutes later, he replied.

MD: Hey hotstuff
MD: Fuck am so horny I feel like cumming
MD: Nothing much, just parked at my condo

Me: Fuck
Me: I wanna taste your load

MD: That will be so hot.
MD: Am throbbing now TBH lol 

Me: If only there’s a place we can go 

MD: You can actually blow me in my car at my condo, if u r up for it. No ones around now 

MD actually lives not far from my place. I realised I could easily make a quick detour and maybe take him up on his offer. With every message, I felt myself getting harder, my heart racing as the possibilities started to unfold in my mind…

Me: Fuck
Me: How do I get in? 

MD: Ill get u
MD: But has to be a quickie though. I've got a 7am flight to catch tomorrow.

Me: Ok. I’m actually not far from you
Me: Where do I see you? 

MD: Park nearby my place? And come to the guardhouse 

Me: Any empty parking lots？
Me: You sure it’s safe? 

MD: I'm parked in my bay
MD: Well a small risk but its quiet usually
MD: No ones around and can observe if anyone comes by

Me: Hot

MD: We can do the defunct squash court if u want. I think that's definitely safe and can do out in the open a bit

That message suddenly changed things for me. I’d given hot blowjobs in cars before, but they always felt a little cramped. The idea of doing it out in the open - with more space and a hint of risk was undeniably tempting.

Me: Ok I’m parked further up
Me: Should I walk to the guardhouse? 

MD: Yeah ill come over now 

As I walked toward the guardhouse, I saw him approaching me. We shook hands and exchanged a bit of small talk before heading to the parking bay. It was quiet, though a little too well-lit for my comfort. From there, we made our way to the abandoned squash court at the corner of the building - and true enough, it was deserted, with just the right amount of light.

We walked into the court and started kissing. His lips were soft, and he smelled of cigarettes, which turned me on even more. My hand slipped to his crotch and, as expected, it was already hard. I led him to the back of the court and, with my back against the wall, squatted down and began to unzip his pants.

His throbbing cock sprang free of his white undies. I leaned in and took a slow breath - ripe, but with a faint trace of laundry detergent still clinging to the fabric. I took his thick black cock into my mouth, and it had been so long since I had a dick there that I let out a quiet sigh of pure contentment.

He started taking off his inner singlet and long-sleeved shirt, then gripped my head and took control. His breathing grew heavier, letting out low grunts as he pushed himself deeper in my mouth in a relentless rhythm. With my back against the wall, there was nowhere for my head to move as he thrust in and out, completely taking over the moment.

My mouth was sore and tired from the way he filled it, stretched beyond comfort, yet I couldn’t stop. I wanted it too badly. 

His back was completely turned toward the court’s entrance - half-naked, shirt off, pants pulled down to his knees, his ass fully exposed. If a security guard happened to make a round and looked our way, we’d be caught red-handed. The risk of being seen only made the moment even more exciting for us.

“I’m getting close,” he whispered, pulling his dick out of my mouth and working his hand instead. I opened my mouth, leaning in as I waited. With a deep grunt, he let go - 4 to 5 loads landing on my face. It was thick and warm.

I stood up and kissed him, half-expecting him to pull away, but he didn’t. He tasted me, and himself, without hesitation. Then I sank back down, taking him into my mouth again, savouring the lingering taste as his semi-hard cock rested there, enjoying the aftermath.

We kissed, and he walked me back out toward the guardhouse. I didn’t bother cleaning myself up as I headed to my car, my mind still high from what had just happened.

Once inside, I finally let go, replaying everything that had just happened. His scent still lingered on my skin, fresh and musky, and it didn’t take long before I blew my load. I moaned out loud in the car, the release hitting hard - so intense it left me sore, breathless, and spent. 

As I drove home, my mind wandered to the what-ifs - what would happen if a security guard had actually caught us, and how far things could’ve gone just to keep him quiet. I even imagined him joining in, the night turning into a threeway, with two heavy loads ending up on my face. The thought alone made my pants stir again.