Underground parking lot. 11PM. Cocksucker kneels on the cold concrete, heart racing. A message earlier: "23:00, north corner. Be ready." Two straight Arab guys appear—hoods up, eyes locked. No words. They unzip, thick cocks out, hard and dripping. He opens wide. Mouth full. Deep throating both, slurping, gagging. They grab his head, take his face hard. Sweat, spit, raw tension. The first one groans, explodes—hot cum streaks his cheeks and lips. The second follows, splashing his forehead, eyes, and tongue. Then they each spit in his face. Soaked and breathless, he wipes his mouth, grins, and disappears into the shadows—still hungry for more.
