It was just after midnight and he was having a hard time studying. He had a big exam coming up this week and was doing everything he could to prepare. Since he figured he couldnt get much more done, Sullivan decided he would call it a night and head to bed.
As he rose from the desk chair in his room and pull down his sweatpants, Sullivan remembered the encounter he had in the campus bathroom a couple weeks ago when a stranger sucked him off. Since that day, stroking his own dick has not compared to the feeling of the sweet lips of another student wrapped around his hard uncut cock.
The adrenaline rush of being caught while hot strings of cum shot onto the face of a willing stranger could not be replicated by playing with himself.
Sullivan could feel his dick growing in his tight white briefs as the details of those moments came flashing back - the chance encounter, shoving his big black dick down a stranger's mouth, the sound of spit hitting the ground with each suck, shooting string after string of cum all over the ground. He needed more.
He remembered stories about a nearby park known as a hookup spot. He figured he would give it a try.
He got a cab and began his plot.
His nerves had set once he was backseat in the cab.
He glanced into the car's mirror and caught the quick glance of the taxi driver - 'Andy'. Catching the driver's eye made Sullivan's heart skip a beat and made his mouth wet with nerves. He quickly looked away and stared down at his phone and sweatpants. This made him realise he was wearing the same sweats he wore during his first cruising encounter and his dick began to grow in his pants.
"You okay?" - Andy said, interrupting a thick silence that surrounded the taxi ride.
"Uh...yeah," Sullivan muttered as he now looked up into the mirror and saw Andy's big brown eyes staring back at him again.
Sullivan soon noticed things he did not see when he first quickly jumped into the taxi. Andy was wearing a button down shirt. His brunette hair was covered by a baseball cap. He had big hands that gripped the wheel firmly and his thighs seemed to want to burst out of the blue jeans he was wearing.
"I see you're headed to Grady park." Andy's words interrupted Sullivan's inspection. His hands became just as wet as his mouth and his heartbeat seemed to be louder than the sound of the tire rolling across the road.
"Yeah, I'm meeting up with a friend." Sullivan replied, an excuse he had thought through when he plotted this adventure back in his dorm.
"Cool, I meet friends there all the time too."
"Oh that's good" - Sullivan replied quickly and fell back into thinking about his plan. He was trying to remember the pathway he needed to take in the park to get to the forest area. He heard about this one particular big tree that seemingly acted as the focal point for action and what some described as the meeting point for a wild night of unbridled fucking.
"You know, by the tree" said Andy, looking up in the mirror to catch Sullivan's eyes.
Sullivan's thoughts broke by the mention of "the tree" as he soon realized his cover for a hot rendezvous was obviously blown. He looked up in the mirror to see the driver's eyes dancing between looking back at him and looking toward the dark road ahead.
