A straight gym stud blows a verbal Dom.
This tale is the result of my personal challenge to pen a one-shot stand-alone short story. It's the same story as "A Quick BJ" but this version is told from the sub's perspective and is a little darker than my other tales so I hope you enjoy it. As always, comments and suggestions are always welcome.
I would also love to hear from female readers for their thoughts.
Everyone is OVER 18 in this twisted tale. This is a work of fiction with some unsafe practices. Please be careful in real life encounters.
I'm a cocksucker.
I'm also straight.
Let me put that out there before we go any further. I know that won't make any sense to you guys who never have and never will suck another guy's cock, but that's my situation. My quick bio is that I'm in my mid-twenties, with a two-year degree under my belt along with a stint in the National Guard, was a jock in high school and still hit the gym to keep in shape. I have a decent job and a girlfriend who went back to college about two months ago, so I was already feeling "the urge" as I call it.
Just so you know, "the urge" has nothing to do with not getting pussy. I'm a cocksucker, so it can hit at any time. When it does, I get consumed by "the urge" to drop to my knees and suck on a man's hard cock. I don't get any thrill out of the anonymity of glory holes, when I suck a man's cock I want and need a personal connection. I also have a "type". I prefer older guys who are comfortable being in charge and know exactly what they want from me, like the guy I stumbled across at my gym.
I was getting dressed in the gym locker room after my evening workout and was sitting on the bench tying my sneakers, ready for some quality time at home with some online porn, when I noticed him. The man stepped into my field of view as he opened his locker to retrieve his stuff and "the urge" caused me to reflexively check out his crotch.
I was caught by surprise when he gave his package a teasing tug. I glanced up at him and the man gave a subtle nod toward the exit. Holy Shit. I couldn't believe my luck. This guy checked every box on my cocksucker wish list. He was about forty, tall and very masculine. A total DILF.
I followed him out of the gym at a discreet distance into the parking lot. I was liking what I saw so far. He was wearing some plain, worn sweatpants and a loose tee shirt. He had obviously come to the gym to get a serious work out and seemed like the kind of unpretentious man that wouldn't be caught dead in spandex. When he got to his SUV he gave me another head bob and I ducked into the passenger seat. As soon as I was inside, the man grabbed my hand and pressed it into the crotch of his sweats.
"You wanna swing on this dick, boy?" he asked me point blank. I liked his gruff, straightforward style.
I squeezed his ample package through his damp sweats and simply replied, "Yes, Sir."
I felt his cock start to swell under my grip. "I know a safe spot," the man fired up the engine and drove around back as I played with his hardening cock through the soggy crotch of his sweatpants. His masculine scent was filling the confined space of the car and it hit me like an aphrodisiac. The man was all sweat, cock, balls, lean muscle and attitude, so I was really starting to feel "the urge" as he parked in a spot that was shielded by dumpsters, trees and hedges. He turned off the engine, slid his seat back and pulled his sweats down over his jock to his knees.
"It's all yours, cocksucker..." he damn near growled with lust. His deep voice was turning me on big time, but when I tried to reach into his jock to free his cock, he pushed my hand away.
"Uh-uh, boy. You have to get it hard before you get a taste!" he teased.
The man grabbed the back of my head and pulled my face toward his crotch. I had to scramble around to get over the console (the bane of cocksuckers everywhere!). I supported myself with a knee on the passenger seat, one hand on the console and the other on the driver's door's armrest as I let him press my face into his sweat soaked jock. The man moaned in lust above me as he rubbed my face over his hardening lump. I was in my happy place too, having my face rubbed over a hard cock and plump balls, inhaling his man scent while tasting his sweaty, salty jock on my lips. I started to suck, lick and nibble on his cock and balls through the thin fabric of his jock.
"You enjoying the smell of a real man's junk, cocksucker?" he teased me. I loved when he called me cocksucker in his husky voice.
"Yes, Sir." I answered with my face buried in his junk. He must have liked that because I felt his cock get rock hard and lift up in his straining jock. I worked my way up to the head, clamped my mouth around it and sucked hard, vacuuming his precum through the fabric of his jock.
