Boys Sleepover With a Fleshlight - Part 6: Parking Lot at School

Everyone is 18.

One night, the school parking lot was eerily quiet, the kind of silence that only comes right after the last student drives away for the day. I leaned against the hood of Cody’s beat-up sedan, my heart pounding in my chest. The cool metal pressed into my palms, grounding me as I tried to steady my breathing. The air smelled faintly of gasoline and pine, a sharp contrast to the musky scent of sweat that clung to us after gym class. Cody was standing a few feet away, his hands shoved deep into his pockets, his shoulders tense. His dark hair was tousled, falling messily over his forehead, and his lips were pressed into a thin line. He looked like he was trying to decide something—something he wasn’t sure he should say.

“You’re sure about this?” he asked finally, his voice low, almost a whisper. His eyes flicked to mine, and there was something in them I couldn’t quite place. A mix of curiosity, maybe even a little hunger. He knew, I thought. He knew what I was feeling, what I’d been craving ever since that first night with the fleshlight.

I nodded, my throat suddenly dry. “Yeah,” I managed to croak out. “I’m sure.”

Cody’s lips curved into a smirk, a flicker of the dominance I’d come to expect from him. “Good,” he said, stepping closer. His presence was overwhelming, his body radiating heat despite the cool autumn air. He was taller than me, and the way he loomed over me made my stomach twist with excitement. “Because I’ve been thinking about this all day.”

I swallowed hard, my eyes darting to the side of the school building. The last thing we needed was to get caught, but the danger only made it more thrilling. The thought of someone seeing us, knowing—it sent a jolt of electricity straight to my groin. My cock was already stirring in my jeans, pressing against the fabric in ways that were impossible to ignore.

Cody noticed, of course. He always noticed. His smirk widened as he reached out, his fingers brushing against the bulge in my pants. “Someone’s excited,” he murmured, his voice ripe with satisfaction. I couldn’t help but shiver at the contact, my breath hitching in my chest.

“Cody—” I started, but he cut me off with a shake of his head.

“Don’t,” he said, his voice firm. “You don’t have to say anything. Just let me… take care of you.” His hand moved lower, cupping me through my jeans, and I couldn’t stop the soft moan that escaped my lips. My head fell back, hitting the hood of the car with a dull thud, and my eyes fluttered shut. This was happening. Right here, in the school parking lot, where anyone could walk by at any moment.

Cody’s fingers fumbled with the button of my jeans, his movements quick and urgent. He didn’t waste any time, pulling down both my jeans and boxers in one swift motion. The cool air hit my exposed skin, making me gasp, but it was nothing compared to the heat of Cody’s hand wrapping around my cock. I was already fully hard, my length twitching in his grasp, and I could feel the slickness of precum beading at the tip.

“Fuck,” Cody breathed, his eyes locked on my dick. “You’re so fucking hard.” His tone was almost reverent, and it made my cheeks burn with a mix of embarrassment and pride. He gave me a few slow strokes, his fingers dragging along my length, and I had to bite down on my lip to keep from making too much noise.

He quickly moved on, flipping my body around so he was facing my ass instead of my cock.

“Cody, please—” I begged, my voice barely above a whisper. I didn’t even know what I was asking for, but he seemed to understand.

“Shh,” he said, bending down slightly to bring his mouth closer to my ear. “I’ve got you.” His breath was warm against my skin, sending shivers down my spine. “Just relax.”

I tried to do as he said, but it was impossible to relax when his other hand was slowly trailing up my thigh, brushing against the sensitive skin there. My hips bucked involuntarily, thrusting my ass back into his dick, which was already bare and out of his pants, and Cody chuckled softly. 

“You’re so fucking eager,” he said, his voice laced with amusement. “I love it.”

He pulled some lube out of his pocket and let his pants fall down to his ankles. I looked back, never having seen his skin in the daylight before. He was a gorgeous, masculine teen, dwarfing my diminutive, twink body.

His grip tightened on my hips, more deliberate, as he quickly pressed into me in one full motion. I was so opened up from the recent anal adventures, that I could feel the pleasure building in my stomach immediately, a tight coil of heat that threatened to unravel at any moment. My hands gripped the edge of the car hood, my knuckles turning white from the pressure. God, it felt so good—better than it had any right to.

The sound of his body slapping against mine with increasing speed echoed in my ears and my mind went blank. Tension and tingles rippled through my body. Cody’s juicy teen ass was bouncing in the air, and anyone watching would see a gorgeous pair of cheeks on a skinny kid as he pummeled the hole of his poor, smaller friend.

“That’s it,” Cody encouraged. “Let go. I want to see you cum.”

He had realized even before I had, that I was about to climax already. His words were all it took to push me over the edge. My body tensed, my back arching off the hood of the car as my orgasm crashed over me like a wave. I came hard, my cock pulsing onto the hood of the car as ropes of cum splattered out, the first big one hitting the windshield wipers. I bit down on my lip to stifle the strangled moan that ripped from my throat, my entire body trembling with the force of it.

Cody didn’t stop until I was completely spent, my cock twitching weakly against the car. He finally pulled out, holding his big, throbbing monster and slapping my ass cheeks with it. I knew what I was meant to do. My chest heaved as I struggled to catch my breath, my heart still racing in my chest.

“Holy fuck,” I panted, my voice shaky. “That was…”

“Incredible?” Cody supplied with a smirk. He was still standing over me, his own cock straining against his palm. In the afternoon sunshine, I could see the real color of it, red, big and thick, and my mouth watered just looking at it.

“Yeah,” I agreed, my eyes flicking to his crotch. “But what about you?”

Cody’s smirk widened. He wiggled his cock from the base, and I couldn’t help but stare. It was huge—bigger than most guys’, and thick enough to make my mouth water. The head was flushed a deep red, and a bead of precum glistened at the tip. My fingers itched to touch it, to feel the weight of it in my hand, but Cody didn’t give me the chance.

He wrapped his hand around his shaft, his eyes locked on mine as he started to stroke himself. His movements were slow and deliberate, his thumb brushing over the sensitive head with each pass. I could see the muscles in his arm flexing with the motion, and it was mesmerizing. My cock twitched weakly at the sight, already starting to harden again despite how spent I should have been.

“You like watching, don’t you?” Cody asked, his voice low and husky. His strokes sped up, his fist moving faster and faster along his length. “You like seeing me like this.”

I nodded, unable to form words. My mouth was dry, my throat tight, and all I could do was watch as Cody brought himself closer and closer to the edge. His breathing became ragged, his chest rising and falling rapidly, and I could see the tension building in his body. I got down on my knees and gripped his big balls as they flopped around.

“Fuck,” he groaned. He grabbed the back of my head and pushed his cock into my throat, balls deep, again in one thrust. I held still trying to avoid gagging as he held me down roughly, his eyes squeezing shut as his cock pulsed inside my throat. He came hard, the thick throbbing shaft of his cock expanding my poor throat in waves. His body shuddered with the force of it, his grip on my head tightening even further, pulling my hair as he rode out his orgasm.

When it was over, he let out a shaky breath, his body slumping slightly. He slogged his long shaft out of my mouth and looked down at me, his eyes dark with satisfaction, and I felt a shiver run down my spine as I coughed and caught my breath. I could taste his cum and my ass on my tongue. I wiped tears from my face. This was Cody at his most dangerous—completely in control, completely dominant. And I loved it.

“We should get out of here,” he said finally, tucking himself back into his jeans. His voice was calm, almost casual, but there was a glint in his eyes that told me this wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.

I nodded, pulling my jeans back up and wincing slightly at the sticky mess on my stomach. “Yeah,” I agreed, my voice still a little shaky. “We should.”

But as we walked back to the car, I couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching us. My eyes darted around the parking lot, searching for any sign of movement, but there was nothing. Just the empty lot and the fading light of the setting sun.

Or maybe I was just paranoid.

Either way, I couldn’t wait to do it again.