A Quick BJ

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 Ayrancı travesti 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.

“You enjoy having a hard cock slapping your face cocksucker?”

“Yes, Sir. I love it…” he panted.

“Time to claim your reward cocksucker.” With that, I pushed his head back down. He didn’t waste time with licking, but instead dove down on my hard cock, engulfing my rod with his warm, wet, sucking mouth. Damn, he was good. He covered his teeth with his lips and slathered his tongue on the underside of my shaft as he easily took half my cock in his mouth. “Fuck, yeah cocksucker…! Ayrancı travestileri Work it… You really know how to suck a man’s cock…”

I rested my hands on the back of his head as he eagerly bobbed his head on my rod, sucking and slurping, taking a little more of my cock as his saliva lubricated the shaft so he could take it deeper. “That’s it. Work that cock. Yeah… C’mon, don’t wimp out. Take it all, cocksucker. Take my cock down to the root…”

I felt a muffled, wet, “Yeth, Thir…” around my cock. Damn, I love it when a cocksucker talks with his mouth full.

My cocksucker tried to take all of my seven and a half inches on his next plunge but came up an inch short and choked. He tried to pull off but I held him in place with a couple of inches still in his mouth as he caught his breath by inhaling air around my cock. “Don’t give up cocksucker. I know you can do it. I’ll help you…” I patted his head, but he looked up at me skeptically. “You want it all, don’t you, cocksucker?”

“Yeth, Thir…”

“Okay. Deep breath…” The cocksucker did as he was ordered and took a deep breath around my cock. I applied pressure to the back of his head, “Down you go…” He slowly took my cock down as deep as he could. I held his head and slowly lifted my hips, forcing the last two inches down his throat. I could feel the cocksucker’s throat clutching the head of my cock and he started to struggle against the intrusion. “Easy, easy…cocksucker,” I soothed. “You got it all, cocksucker. You got it all…”

He started to relax for a bit, working his tongue on my shaft, then started to rise off it. I let him come up for air. He pulled off my cock with a wet pop and with raspy gasps tried to catch his breath while bent over my sloppy cock. “You alright…?” I asked with real concern.

He nodded and then added a hoarse, “Yes, Sir.”

Damn that pushed my buttons. On a wild impulse I leaned forward, grabbed his hair again and shoved my tongue in his mouth. He was too stunned at first to respond, but soon yielded and started to suck on my tongue like it was another cock. Shit, I’m not usually into kissing guys, but this dude had a lot of oral talent. If my ex could kiss like this cocksucker, we’d still be married. I ran a hand down his back and grabbed a meaty handful of solid butt cheek. Nice. I gave his butt a quick hard slap and he moaned into my mouth. Not a moan of pain or surprise, it was a moan of submissive need.

My evil kinkster side emerged from the depths of my psyche. I had scored a handsome young straight soldier with a submissive side so deep that he needed to indulge it by sucking Travesti Ayrancı men’s cocks. Now I had discovered from his submissive moan that I could ravage his ass too if I so desired. I wondered if my cocksucker knew he was a natural bottom boy too. Probably not, so I needed to focus on developing his oral skills first.

I broke off the kiss. “Get back to work, cocksucker,” I ordered.

“Ohhh…Yes, Sir,” he moaned submissively and dove back on my cock. Obviously, being called a cocksucker was pushing my soldier boy’s buttons. Soldier dove back onto my cock, bobbing his head a few times before taking me down to the root again. He was a quick learner, pulling up, bobbing on half my shaft to catch his breath before going back to the root again.

“Yeah, soldier. You got it now. Show Daddy what a good cocksucker you are…”

“Yeth, Thir!…” the vibrations on my cock pushed me over the edge…

I impaled his head on my cock as I erupted, “Take it, cocksucker! Take my load! Take Daddy’s cum down your throat! Swallow it all, bitch!” I roared as soldier boy held on as I shot volleys of cum down his clutching throat.

As I came back to earth, I released my hold on his head and he pulled back, gasping for air and nursing my cock for the last drops of my load.

He finally pulled off and fell back into the passenger seat, looking ashamed and spent.

I was having none of that. “Give me your phone, cocksucker,” I ordered. He looked stunned at being called a cocksucker after the passion had faded but handed his phone over. I added my number to his contacts. I was tempted to use the handle Daddy but settled on Sir. I handed it back to him and started the car, “Now you can reach out to me the next time you feel the urge, cocksucker.”

“Yes, Sir.” He blushed. We both knew he would be back for more.

I let him out a discreet distance from the front of the gym and watched him walk to his car. My cocksucker had a nice round ass on him, and I watched his muscled cheeks rise and fall as he walked away. Sweet.

Patience…I reminded myself. Patience…

I was almost home when my phone pinged with a text while I was sitting at a light.

“Just checking the number, Sir. 😉”

“Hungry again so soon, cocksucker?”

Another ping as I pulled in my driveway.

“Yes, Sir! 😊”

“My place, ten minutes, cocksucker.” I sent him my address.

“YES, SIR!!!!”

I grabbed myself a beer and a bottle of lube from my night table before settling into my recliner. While I waited, I saved my cocksucker’s number under Soldier. I saw headlights and a moment later heard a hesitant knock on my front door.

“Crawl in here cocksucker!”

A moment later my new cocksucker crawled on all fours into my living room like a good soldier.

I smiled. He is so good at following orders.

My soldier boy may be crawling into my house, but he is going to be limping when he leaves…

THE END

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