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 Ayrancı travesti 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.
“You’re a hungry cocksucker, aren’t you?” Fuck Yeah, I was hungry for cock! The “urge” was fully on me now. I was so hungry for his cock that I could have ripped his ratty old jock to pieces with my teeth. I needed to suck on his cock more than I needed air to breathe.
“Yes, Sir.” I replied again. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head up as he hooked his jock under his balls. He slapped his long hard cock on my face, leaving trails of precum everywhere. I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out like a hungry baby bird.
“You enjoy having a hard cock slapping your face cocksucker?”
“Yes, Sir. I love it…” I panted in hunger and lust as only a cocksucker can.
“Time to claim your reward cocksucker.” The man growled as he pushed my head down onto his cock. I was so mad with “the urge” at that point that he couldn’t have stopped me if he tried. I damn near inhaled half his length on the first plunge. Damn I needed this so badly. I was like a hungry vampire, but instead of blood, I needed this infusion of masculine lust between men. I need the taste, the scent, the flavor of his manhood and “the urge” wouldn’t be satisfied until I had drained his life force from his sweaty, hairy balls.
“Fuck, yeah cocksucker…! Work it… You really know how to suck a man’s cock…” he panted above me. Yeah, I had him now. He wouldn’t be satisfied until he had satisfied his own “urge” to conquer the body of another male by filling me with his seed.
He started to growl encouragement as I managed to take most of his cock down my throat, “That’s it. Work that cock. Yeah… C’mon, don’t wimp out. Take it all, Ayrancı travestileri cocksucker. Take my cock down to the root…”
I managed to answer with a muffled, wet, “Yeth, Thir…” around his cock.
Then I got cocky and tried to take his entire length on my next plunge but came up an inch short and choked. I tried to pull off but he held me in place with a couple of inches still in my mouth as I caught my breath by inhaling air around his cock. “Don’t give up cocksucker. I know you can do it. I’ll help you…” the man patted my head, but I looked up at him skeptically. What did the man know about taking cock?
“You want it all, don’t you, cocksucker?” he teased, wanting to hear me confirm it to him while looking into my eyes.
“Yeth, Thir…” Of course I wanted it all.
“Okay. Deep breath…” I did as he commanded and took a deep breath around the cock filling my mouth. “Down you go…” I slowly forced myself down on his cock as far as I could go. He held my head in place and then slowly lifted his hips, forcing the last two inches down my throat. I started to choke and tried to pull up but he held me down with his shaft impaled down my throat. “Easy, easy…cocksucker,” he soothed. “You got it all, cocksucker. You got it all…”
I started to adjust, then worked my tongue on the shaft before starting to pull off it. The man let me come up for air. I pulled off his cock with a pop and tried to catch my breath while bent over his sloppy cock. “You alright…?” he asked with real concern, giving me a glimpse of a decent, caring man behind the rough façade.
I nodded and then added a hoarse, “Yes, Sir.”
Then he did something shocking. He grabbed the hair on the back of my head again and pulled my head back so I was looking him in the eye…and kissed me! I was in total shock. I had sucked many a cock in my life but had never kissed another man. He shoved his tongue in my mouth and started to explore every nook and cranny. Maybe it was “the urge” but I soon found myself allowing it and then engaging in it. It was wildly masculine in every way, the strength of his tongue, his taste, his rough stubble on my smooth cheeks. I felt him slide a hand down my back and grab my left butt cheek aggressively like he owned it. Then he gave my butt a hard spank and I involuntarily moaned into his mouth. That scared me a bit because it wasn’t a moan of shock or protest, it was a moan of yielding, like I was giving him permission to use my butt.
The man broke off the kiss. “Get back to work, cocksucker,” he ordered, breathlessly. He was getting close…
“Ohhh…Yes, Sir,” I moaned and gladly dove back on his cock. I have sucked many a hard cock, but I felt we had forged a connection and I desperately wanted to please the man, not just the cock. I bobbed my head a few times before pushing my limits and taking him down to the root again. My throat was open now, so I got into a rhythm, pulling up, bobbing on half his shaft to catch my breath a few times before going back down to the root again. The man was loving it almost as much as I was.
“Yeah, soldier. You got it now. Show Daddy what a good cocksucker you are…”
“Yeth, Thir!…” I slobbered after I pulled up a bit.
How did he know I had been Travesti Ayrancı a soldier…and was he my Daddy now? That thought turned me on more than being called cocksucker. There was no chance to think about it as Daddy roughly grabbed my head and rammed his cock home as he orgasmed. “Take it, cocksucker! Take my load! Take Daddy’s cum down your throat! Swallow it all, bitch!” the man roared in triumph. I held on as his cock swelled in my throat as he exploded and shot volleys of thick cum down my clutching throat that oozed down into my belly.
The man finally released his hold on my head and I pulled back, gasping for air and nursing his cock for the last drops of his precious Daddy nectar. I finally pulled off him and fell back gasping into the passenger seat. Damn. Now that “the urge” was gone, I felt used, ashamed and spent.
“Give me your phone, cocksucker,” Daddy ordered. I was taken aback. Being called a cocksucker after the fact seemed a bit meanspirited, but I handed over my phone anyway. He handed it back to me and started the car. I saw that he had added a number to my contacts with the handle “SIR”. Just looking at it gave me a submissive rush.
“Now you can reach out to me the next time you feel the urge, cocksucker.”
“Yes, Sir.” I blushed with a mixture of shame and pride. I was his cocksucker now and we both knew I would be back again and again for more of the same from my new Daddy.
Daddy dropped me off a discreet distance from the front of the gym and I made the long cocksucker walk of shame to my car. I sat there in shock for a few minutes over what happened. I was at the point in my career as a cocksucker where I no longer kidded myself that I would never suck cock again. My satisfaction was already fading as quickly as the taste of daddy’s cum in my mouth. I knew from experience that “the urge” could only be denied for a while. What really bothered me about the encounter was my reaction when Daddy grabbed my ass. Would I have allowed him to use me if he had tried? Would I have denied him entry? Then there was the kiss…that amazing kiss. My hand reached down to rub my cock which was already so hard that it threatened to tear open the zipper of my jeans.
Oh no. The “urge” was already gnawing at me again even deeper than before. I looked down at my phone…almost drooling at the sight of the name “SIR” in my contacts. I caved and sent Daddy a lame text, “Just checking the number, Sir. 😉”
“Hungry again so soon, cocksucker?”
Busted! Yes, I was hungry… Hungry for more domination from my new Daddy.
“Yes, Sir! 😊” I texted and waited…staring at my phone while rubbing the bulge in my jeans.
“My place, ten minutes, cocksucker.” He had sent me his address. It was close by.
“YES, SIR!!!!”
Ten minutes later I pulled up in front of a modest cape. My head told me that this was a bad idea. What if he was a psycho…? With my heart pounding in my chest, I knocked quietly on the door and heard Daddy’s sexy gruff voice call out.
“Crawl in here cocksucker!”
My head screamed at me that this was a bad idea, but I surrendered to “the urge” just like I always have, and always will, stepping through a door, getting down on my knees like a good cocksucker. Daddy was sitting in his recliner waiting for me with legs spread, casually drinking a beer.
I paused when I spotted a bottle of lube on the coffee table…
I swallowed what little pride I had left and crawled into his living room to serve my new Daddy…
Just like I always have, and always will…
THE END
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