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Lawrence walked towards his car with hurry, eager to leave this shady, pitiful place which was a painful reminder of his failure as a husband. Shame and guilt gnawed at his insides as he tried to find his way through the cars, turned into menacing shadows by the partial absence of light. He replayed the scene he had left not even five minutes ago, that young doctor student filled with hope and desire, obviously in awe of him, him, apathetic and empty, wanting so bad to want her, wanting so bad to leave her and want his wife. But he couldn’t want either. Lately he couldn’t really want anything but to disappear. He sighed.
He also remembered that disturbing call he had gotten crushing any desire he could have had for (what was her name again?) Clara, Emily?
A clicking sound startled Lawrence, stripping him away from his thoughts as the parking lot lit up with white.
« Oh God! »
He stayed still for a few seconds, tetanized, before deciding it was his cue to get out of here. But when he was about to reach the corner where he could swear he had parked his car the flash went off again.
« Okay this isn’t funny. »
No response.
« Hello? »
Lawrence heard a light rustling sound this time and muffled footsteps, it was weak but definitely real. He wasn’t alone and whoever was there didn’t want to be noticed.
« Who is there? » Lawrence asked, agressiveness begining to rise in his voice as he walked towards the sounds, mentally readying himself to either start running or fighting.
The footsteps got louder and faster, whoever was there didn’t care about being discreete anymore. It hit Lawrence that he was probably getting closer to them and they wanted to escape. Something fell to the ground, judging by the sound of it not just something but someone fell to the ground.
« Fuck. »
Lawrence walked towards the source of the swear.
« Who the fuck are you? » He asked to the young man on the ground who got up slowly and put his hands up in the air, miming innocence and cluelessness.
« No one, I don’t know I was just-» He started before suddenly turning the other way and attempting to run.
Lawrence grabbed him by the shoulder and shoved him against the wall.
« Who the fuck are you? » He repeated slowly, accentuating every word.
« Hey, it’s cool man, I’m cool…Don’t be a jerk. »
« Don’t be a jerk?! You were taking pictures of me! Again, who the fuck are you? »
« I’m a… uh, a photographer. »
« I never asked to get my picture taken, why are you here? What the fuck do you want? » Lawrence almost screamed, shoving the young man harder into the wall. The younger man, large clothes despite being obviouly skinny, dirty hair and clothes, was short of breath from his altercation with Lawrence. He gasped at the hard shove.
Lawrence put his knee between the younger man’s thighs to pin him to the wall and shoved his arm deeper into his chest, making him struggle for air even more. He didn’t want him to try to run off again, he wanted answers.
As he was about to question the younger man again he felt a bulge against his knee.
The fucking freak had a hard on.
Lawrence released some of the pressure he had put between the man’s legs and backed off a little, but kept on pinning him to the wall with his arm.
« What the fuck?! You fucking freak! »
« What can I say? Muscle memory I guess. » The man said apologetically, trying to be ironical about the situation but he looked just as uncomfortable as Lawrence.
Lawrence looked at him up and down, bewildered.
« Are you fucking queer? Is that what you do, taking pictures of older men because it turns you on? What the fuck do you want? »
« My name’s Adam. » Angry at this unhelpful response Lawrence shoved Adam against the wall again, putting his knee back between his thighs hard to hurt him but the moan Adam let out wasn’t one of pain and Lawrence noticed the bulge against his knee kept growing.
« What the fuck! » Lawrence exclaimed as he completely let go of Adam. Adam didn’t move.
« I know what you do. You fuck that younger woman even though you have a wife, well I’m not sure you actually fuck her because you’re awfully quick when you go see her but I’m sure about you not fucking your wife anymore. »
« You follow me! You’re a stalker! »
« Not exactly. I told you, I’m a photographer, it’s my job. »
A look of realization dawned on Lawrence’s face.
« Someone is paying you to take pictures of me! »
Adam nodded.
« Who?! Why the fuck are you still here? »
Adam walked closer to Lawrence slowly, almost…sensually.
« I didn’t plan on getting caught but it’s too late now. We’re both here, you’re frustrated because you can’t fuck your wife or your mistress, I never decline a good time. » He placed his hand on Lawrence’s shoulder. « We could have a good time. »
Lawrence looked away, his date in the hotel hadn’t satiated his hunger, he was still starved, desperate for touch, desperate to want and to be wanted. Adam gently stroked Lawrence’s arm with one hand and tried to cup his face with the other.
Lawrence didn’t want Adam but for the first time in a while he wanted something and Adam could give it to him.
He pushed Adam lightly at first so he would stop touching him (he couldn’t bear his gentleness) before violently shoving him against the nearest car.
« Get on your knees. »
Adam obeyed, an excited grin distording his face. He hastily unbuckled Lawrence’s belt and undid his zipper before looking up at Lawrence, eyes filled with lust and hunger. The older man could feel himself beginning to get hard. « Don’t look at me. Just get on with it. » Adam did as he was told once again but not fast enough to Lawrence’s liking.
Adam had barely lowered his boxers when Lawrence violently gripped his hair and shoved his head against his crotch, his cock hitting the back of Adam’s throat. « Make it quick and good or I’ll fuck your mouth until you choke. » Adam nodded enthusiastically, his mouth still wrapped around Lawrence’s cock and began to lick it’s underside. After reaching the tip of Lawrence’s cock he took it whole in his mouth again and started bobbing his head up and down, moaning every once in a while.
But it wasn’t enough for Lawrence, all his pent up shame and guilt turned to desire and hunger, he wanted more, he wanted to hurt Adam, make him feel his anger even though he had nothing to do with it. He hardened his grip on Adam’s hair and started fucking his mouth unrelentingly, gagging him with every thrust, taking the control away from him. Adam could do nothing but moan and suffocate, unable to catch his breath. He was about to choke but it was the hottest thing that had happened to him in years. He was rock hard now. He feared his dick might explode if he did nothing about it, it was throbbing harder than his heart and the feeling of Lawrence’s cock destroying the back of his throat made it worse.
Lawrence let Adam breathe for a second.
I guess he isn’t into fucking corpses, thought Adam before being stripped from his thoughts by Lawrence’s violent thrust. Adam let out an obscene moan, louder than any pornstar he had ever watched and he wasn’t even faking. His dick couldn’t take it anymore, he slipped his hand into his pants to relieve the pressure but Lawrence noticed it and shoved Adam’s head into the car. « Don’t touch yourself, you’re not done with me. » The authority in Lawrence’s voice combined with his agressivity and complete lack of concern with Adam’s well being was unbelievably hot. The younger man came in his boxers, untouched.
Lawrence noticed it and smirked, almost laughed, almost felt affection towards Adam and how pathetic he was.
Adam resumed his blowjob and this time when he looked up at Lawrence the older man had his eyes shut in pleasure, allowing Adam to revel in his sight. Adam bobbed his head up and down, licked and sucked Lawrence’s dick in every way he could think of. He was getting sloppier but Lawrence was too absorbed in his own pleasure to notice.
Finally, he came with a low grunt. Adam swallowed his load hungrily and looked up again.
Lawrence’s eyes were still shut, his face relaxed with satisfaction and his skin glowing, dripping in sweat. Adam thought he could spend the whole night blowing Lawrence if he let him.