That Night in the Empty Lot I Stopped Waiting for Him

By mid-December I had already lost count of the days. Since the end of October, when Damián had taken me in the boss’s office with my underwear still half off, he hadn’t touched me again. We ran into each other in the company corridors, he’d give me a little nod, I’d nod back, and he’d keep walking with that crooked smile of his that left me frozen in place.

That man had taught me to want something I’d never even considered before. Now I needed it with a desperation that embarrassed me. I wanted to feel him inside me again, I wanted those thrusts, that weight against my back, the way he never asked permission. And the bastard ignored me as if nothing had ever happened.

Carla, my flatmate, had tried a couple of times with the harness. She had made me come, I’m not going to lie, but it was a substitute. It’s not the same, I thought every time. I needed a real man, his heat, his urgency, the way he breathed down my neck.

So one night I downloaded one of those quick-meet apps. I spent a while swiping around the map until I noticed an area on the outskirts, an empty lot by the old riverbed, near where the flea market is set up on Saturdays. They said people hooked up there. They said it was discreet.

***

I left the car in the parking lot of the new office tower and walked. It wasn’t far. I crossed the underpass that goes beneath the avenue and, when I came out, turned right toward the dark area. At first there were only parked cars, probably from staff still working at that hour. I reached a roundabout and kept going. A little farther on, the trees began.

I stopped beside a dirt path that went up toward the road. Several vehicles could be made out up there, with their lights off. I hesitated. I didn’t know whether to go up or turn around and go home with my arousal still burning.

Then, from a car parked on the other side of the path, a burst of lights came my way. I stood still, undecided. The car flashed me again, a longer burst this time. That was enough to decide me.

It was an old family van, one of the classic kind. The driver’s window was down. I approached slowly, wary, looking around to either side.

—Hi —I said.

—Hi —he answered.

He was handsome and young, I don’t think he was more than thirty. Wavy brown hair and honey-colored eyes that were obvious even in so little light. Slim, almost slight. He wore a thick wool sweater, but from the waist down he only had on white briefs. One hand was inside them and he was stroking himself without hiding it.

—Do you like what you see? —he asked.

—Of course —I replied.

He pulled it out. It was half-awake, long and slender, and he kept running his hand up and down it.

—Do you want it? —he said.

Before I could answer, I heard voices. Someone was coming along the path. I looked toward the noise and saw two men walking and talking to each other. The guy in the car followed my gaze and tucked everything away quickly.

—Jesus, and this place is usually so quiet —he muttered.

—They’re leaving —I said, though I wasn’t sure.

The two men walked past and disappeared among the trees. The guy pulled it out again and started stroking himself, this time faster, watching it swell and harden between his fingers.

—Do you like it or not? —he repeated, almost irritated.

—Of course I like it —I said, and it was true. I was staring at it, hypnotized, my hands burning with the urge to grab it.

—Then if you want it, it’s all yours.

Right then another car braked beside us. The guy yanked up his briefs and trousers in one go. The people in the car asked him something through the window, he shook his head, and they drove off.

—Jesus Christ, they’re not going to leave us alone —he complained.

But he lowered his clothes again. He’d lost some of his hardness, though it was still impressive. I reached in through the window and took hold of it. It felt warm. I started working the skin slowly, up and down, and he lifted his hips off the seat so I could reach better.

—Ah, yes, like that —he whispered, eyes closed.

—Easy —I told him—, no need to rush so much.

I let go for a moment, slipped my hand under his sweater, and stroked his chest. He pulled the garment up. It was cold and his nipples were standing out. Not a single hair on a well-defined torso. I unzipped myself and showed him mine. He grabbed it, reaching his arm out through the window.

—And what exactly are you looking for? —he asked me.

—For now, to eat what you’ve got here —I answered.

***

I opened the passenger door while he took off his trousers and briefs completely and pushed the seat back as far as it would go. I bent my head into the cab and took him all the way in.

—Fuck... —he groaned, gripping the steering wheel.

His testicles were soft and tucked up. I knelt on the asphalt, slid my hand under him and lifted him a little; he weighed less than I expected. I took him again, going up and down, playing with the tip, luxuriating in the wet sound it made.

—You’re so good, man —he panted—. Don’t stop.

My knees were burning against the ground and I was hotter than I’d ever been. In the distance, a man watched us motionless among the trees, and far from making me uncomfortable, it turned me on even more. I stopped sucking him, pulled my trousers down to my ankles, and offered him my back, half my body inside the open door.

—What a ass you’ve got —he said, running his hand over me.

—Let’s see what you do with it —I challenged him.

He pushed two fingers in and they slid in without resistance; I’d prepared myself at home before leaving. He pulled me by the hips, got himself in place, and little by little I sat down on him until he was all the way in. I let the air out in a rush.

—Jesus, it goes in so easily —he murmured against my ear.

I started moving, up and down, but the position was awkward. Every time I came down I felt it hit the deepest part of me and pleasure clouded my mind. When I opened my eyes again, the man who’d been watching us from a distance was now standing beside the door, with his own out of his fly.

—Step out for a second —the guy told me.

—What? —I asked, dazed.

—Come on, get out.

He made me stand up and he came out after me, both of us with our trousers around our ankles in the middle of the cold. He backed me against the side of the van and positioned himself behind me. I had to bend my knees so he could reach. He held me by the waist, lined up, and pushed while pulling me toward him at the same time, all the way in.

—Fuck, what an ass —he huffed, and started moving faster and faster.

The other man, the one who had been watching us, was quite a bit older. More full-bodied, more weathered. He had taken his trousers off completely despite the cold.

—Do you want me to suck you off while he fucks me? —the younger one asked, amused.

—Sure —the older man replied.

***

The guy moved me a little away from the van and the other one stood in front of me, with his back to the car, putting his hands where I had had mine a moment before. I grabbed his waist and looked down. His was shorter but much thicker, with a broad head. I held his testicles, heavy and hairy, and took him into my mouth while I kept taking the younger man’s thrusts from behind.

—You squeeze so well, man... —the older one growled.

The one behind me didn’t let up. He dug his fingers into my hips, panting, hitting me harder and harder each time. My legs were trembling, everything was burning, and my mouth was almost hanging open, but I didn’t want it to end. I didn’t care about the cold or that someone might be watching us from the road.

—I’m gonna come... —the guy warned suddenly—. Oh, I’m gonna come.

He sank in to the hilt and went rigid. I clenched on purpose, contracting, and felt him unload in shudders. When he pulled out, a warm thread slid down the inner side of my thigh.

—Now it’s my turn —the older man said, taking his out of my mouth.

He made me lie on my back on the folded-down seat. He settled himself between my legs, lined up, and went in slowly, unhurriedly, while holding me with one hand.

—Slowly, please —I asked through clenched teeth.

—Relax —he said—. You’re going to like it.

And like it I did. That man took his time, savoring it, making me feel every inch. Once he was all the way inside, he slowly built up the pace until it became brutal, infernal, relentless. All I could do was moan.

—Ah, ah... —escaped me with every stroke.

—Hold on a little longer —he panted.

Suddenly he gave one last thrust, harder than all the others, went rigid, and emptied himself deep inside me. But he didn’t stop. As soon as he stopped trembling, he bent down between my legs and started eating me out like no one ever had. It was the first time a man had ever done that to me, and that guy was a master. He drove me wild until I came in his mouth, completely emptied out and weak.

***

We each went our own way. Neither of them asked for my number and I didn’t ask for theirs. It was better that way: a quick fuck, no names and no promises.

That said, the sex cost me dearly. When I got back to the car I discovered I’d lost my keys along the way. I went back over my steps looking for them among the dirt and grass, but they never turned up. I had to call Carla, ask her to bring me the spare set in a taxi, and the next day stop by a friend’s workshop so he could reprogram a new copy.

It was expensive, yes. But that night I stopped waiting for Damián. And I learned that what I needed wasn’t in his office, but out there, waiting for me in the dark every time I dared to go looking for it.