A Quick BJ
A dominant older man gets a blowjob from a straight gym stud.
This tale is the result of my personal challenge to pen a one-shot stand-alone short story. It's told from the Dom's perspective and is a little darker than my other tales so I hope you enjoy it.
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 had just finished my evening workout at the gym and headed for the locker room. I never shower there because I live so close I usually just head home after a workout. I grabbed my gym bag out of my locker and tossed in my gloves and sweaty towel.
That's when I noticed him checking out my crotch. He was sitting on the bench by my locker, fresh from the shower, tying his sneakers when I saw him sneak a peak at my sweaty crotch. I gave my equipment a tug and when he glanced up at me, I gave a subtle nod towards the exit which meant only one thing, "Let's go, cocksucker." I headed for the exit without a glance back.
I knew how this game was played. Either he was serious and would follow or he would wimp out. I hoped he would follow. I had seen him around the gym before but never gave him a second thought. He was a typical, young, All-American gym rat with high and tight light brown hair and a solid build. I was guessing he was about twenty-five and probably an ex-frat boy. I liked ex-frat boys, in my experience, they always gave a competent blow job.
I'm a single divorced DILF, just past forty and a total top. I've been around the block long enough to see past the gay/straight BS and recognize that the world is more accurately divided into tops and bottoms. So, if a decent looking guy or gal wants to take a swing on my dick, why pass up a hot mouth? Or a willing piece of ass?
As I reached the glass doors leading to the darkened parking lot, I caught the reflection of my newest cocksucker following at a discreet distance. I smiled to myself. Atta boy...come to Daddy...
I reached my SUV and gave my cocksucker another head bob, indicating that he should get in the passenger side. I got in and after a guilty glance around the parking lot, cocksucker ducked into the passenger seat. Before he could say anything, I grabbed his hand and pressed it into the crotch of my sweats, "You wanna swing on this dick, boy?"
He squeezed my chubby and answered, "Yes, Sir."
Score! I could instantly tell by the way he said "Yes, Sir." that he was former military. It's hard to explain, but it's kind of like when you could tell when a guy in a sporting goods ad was a legit athlete, instead of just a male model. My chubby went to half-mast at the "Yes, Sir." Veterans were awesome bottoms, they knew what they wanted and knew how to follow orders without whining like college boys.
"I know a safe spot," I started the engine and drove around back to a spot behind the dumpsters. We rode in silence. We both knew what was going down so there was no need to talk...yet. I parked in a spot that was shielded by the dumpsters, trees and hedges. Then turned off the engine, slid my seat back and pulled my sweats down over my jock to my knees. "It's all yours, cocksucker..." He eagerly tried to reach into my jock to whip it out, but I pushed his hand away. "Uh-uh, boy. You have to get it hard before you get a taste!" I grabbed the back of his head and pulled his face toward my crotch. His hair was still damp from the shower, which for some reason turned me on big time. He scrambled around to allow me to bury his face in my sweaty jock, with one hand on the console and the other on the door's armrest for support. He smelled of soap and herbal shampoo. Rubbing his handsome, All-American face against my crotch felt awesome. It was turning me on that I was soiling the squeaky clean, fresh-from-the-shower form of this young man in his prime with the reeking man sweat from my foul-smelling jock.
My cocksucker was enjoying it too. I could feel and hear him lapping and sucking on my growing rod through the increasingly damp fabric of my jock. "You enjoying the smell of a real man's junk, cocksucker?" I teased.
A muffled, "Yes, Sir." emanated from my crotch. The vibrations from those words against my dick pumped me up to full mast. He worked his way up to the head, clamped his mouth around it and sucked hard, trying to vacuum my precum through the fabric of my jock.
"You're a hungry cocksucker, aren't you?"
Another muffled, "Yes, Sir." He passively allowed me to pull his head up by the hair as I slid my jock down under my balls. I slapped my meaty seven inches on his handsome face, splattering him with precum and enjoying the friction of his light stubble on my cock head.
