The summer before I started university, I was out shopping with a couple friends. Two girls, just friends. I was not interested in either of them, after having been introduced to sex by my big coach, I was becoming more and more interested in men rather than the girls.
I was almost 19, my birthday in just a few days and I was still rather short, at only 5’3” and weighing a whopping 120 pounds. I was small but muscled for my size as I was a baseball athlete and had started working out. I had broad shoulders for my size, and my arms were starting to fill out. I had that cute, boy next door look about me. Which I soon discovered was what many men were after.
As we shopped in the mall that day, picking up a few things for our first year away from home in only a few short months, the three of us found ourselves in the food court. It was at the peak of lunch, and there were hardly any tables left. Many of the patrons were business types from the neighboring office buildings, all suits and ties or blazered women on their lunch break.
We grabbed a table near a group of suits, and I sat my little ass down facing them. When I looked up, I noticed one of the men staring at me. My blue-green eyes locked onto his light brown eyes and I felt a twinge of something before I looked away. I felt suddenly flushed and grabbed my soda to take a drink from the straw as the girls chattered about what they had just bought. I returned my eyes to the man across the way, and noticed he was still staring at me, now with a half-smile on his face. As if what he suspected was true.
He was very handsome, with carefully coiffed blonde hair shaved short along the sides and longer on top. He was clean shaven and smartly dressed. Probably late 30s with an air of power over him as he sat among colleagues. He had a tailored blue suit, with a crisp white shirt underneath his jacket with a matching blue tie. He looked fit, solid, and lean in the suit as he sat there. As I looked at him, he stood up knowing my eyes were on him as he returned a tray to the counter, as if to give me a show. I fell for it, watching him as he removed his suit jacket and tossed it on the back of his chair to move away again to another counter to fetch a bottle of water. I watched his firm round ass move under his tightly fit dress pants, clearly the rump of a man who was very fit. He had designer light brown shoes on with a matching belt, and he was now rolling the sleeves of his white shirt up to his elbows. They looked strong, blonde hair over thick forearms. I was completely staring when he turned from the counter and caught me looking. He gave a little chuckle and looked down at the counter to grab the bottle, then right back up at me with a grin and a raised eyebrow. I immediately looked down and focused on my lunch as my two friends laughed away, unaware of what, or who I was looking at.
I could see him return to his table as I cautiously looked up without him seeing me. He slowly sat down again, and I could hear his voice talking with the others at his table. He had a deep voice, almost booming, as he laughed with them, saying something about the weekend, and what he had planned. I noticed the wedding ring on his finger as I looked up gradually, and then he caught my eye again as we stared at each other.
This time I held it a bit, not looking away. He didn’t look away either, but instead held my gaze and picked up his bottle of water and took a small sip. I watched as the water poured into his full lips slowly, and then as he tilted his head back, watched his Adam’s Apple move up and down as he swallowed the gulps.
“You okay over there Brian?” I heard one of my female friends say.
I snapped out of it and returned my gaze to them, trying to eat my fries in front of me and hide my flushed face. “Yeah, just lost in thought.”
I focused on the conversation with them, but my eyes kept darting casually back to this suit and tie guy. Every time I looked at him, he was looking at me. Even if he was talking to his colleagues, his eyes were still on me. His smile was getting bolder and cockier every time I caught him. It was like a game to him, catching me looking at him. Or was it a game for me? I was the one after all who kept glancing his way to see if he was watching. No matter what, I was hypnotized by this handsome well-dressed man.
He held up his water bottle again and his silver Rolex shined in the light against his thick wrist. I looked at it, suddenly intrigued by it as he held the bottle to his lips again. I pictured those lips close to mine as he drank this time, and my cock started to bulge in my shorts.
What was I doing? I thought to myself. Things had just ended abruptly with my coach, and I had tried to turn my attention to girls before I went away. I had a few outings and had sex with a couple of girls over the past two months, but here I was, looking at this hot married business guy and I was resurrecting feelings I had convinced myself were gone since my coach Steve left.
Again, I realized I was staring. My eyes moved up to this suit and tie guy’s eyes, which were locked on mine. He grinned slightly, and then slowly licked his lips, moistening them a bit while looking directly at me.
Holy fuck. I was being cruised here at the mall. By a married guy. On his lunch break.
My heart was pumping so loud I could hardly hear my friends. I caught myself smiling too now as we looked at each other. There was something extremely sexy about this married man in the suit. Not sure what it was that was pulling me to him – his stylish form fitting suit? His clearly fit body? His model good looks? He certainly wasn’t as tall as my baseball coach, nor nearly as big and built, but there was something pulling me in.
I heard the man’s deep voice announce he was hitting the washroom, and he stood up slowly, glancing my way as he got up. With a smile he turned and slowly walked away, putting his hands in his pant pockets to pull the material around his ass even more, to show me.
I dropped my napkin on the tray and told my friends I had to go to the washroom. Pacing myself a bit back, I watched the suit go into the washroom up ahead without looking back. Maybe I had read this wrong?Either way, I did have to pee!
I walked into the bathroom, which was large and deep, a few other guys milled about as I turned the corner to the long row of stalls and urinals. At the far end, all alone taking a piss at the last urinal, was the man in the suit. As I started walking towards him, he turned his head, saw that it was me, and let out a slow smile, keeping his eyes on mine as I neared him.
I went to the empty urinal two over from him, trying not to make it too obvious. He continued to stare at me as I fished out my penis to take a leak. When I had my cock out, I turned sideways to see him staring. And then he slowly leaned back.
As his cock came into view, my eyes moved down instinctively. He was definitely a shower. His cock was smooth, and thick. About 5 inches soft. He was cut and he wasn’t pissing. As he held it there for me to look at, it was slowly getting bigger.
I finished urinating, and just stood there, staring at his boldness. He was now slowly stroking his cock, and I could see it getting slightly bigger. It didn’t look as big as mine, maybe a good solid thick 7 inches, but it was fat. And looked tasty.
My eyes looked back up and he was smiling at me. When our eyes locked, he gave a nod backwards and turned his back to me and the rest of the crowd and walked to the stall behind him, his dick still out. He didn’t close the door behind him, and I couldn’t see him behind the door. I shook my cock, which was already starting to harden, and tucked it away and moved slowly over to the stall.
He was standing over the toilet, facing out. His cock was standing at full mast out of his dress pants, stroking it, looking at me as I stood in the open stall door. He motioned with a finger for me to come to him, and, hypnotized by him it seems, I did.
I closed the door behind me, only inches from him now as I stood in front of him. “Hey.” He whispered. “Go ahead. I know you want it.” He moved his big hand to the back of my head and pulled me closer and down, until I was bent over and face to face with this hard cock. I grabbed the base with my hand, amazed at its thickness and opened my mouth and guided it in. I could taste him, a mixture of pre-cum and piss, but he smelled clean and manly. Masculine. Hot. I was overcome and let out a small moan as I swallowed his cock all the way to the base. He let out a soft whimper as he held my head lightly in his hand, pushing forward a bit to make sure I got every inch of him. “Oh my god yes.” He breathed out as I started to suck his cock. It wasn’t as big as my coach’s, so I was having no problem sucking it all the way down, burying my nose in his blonde pubes, and coming all the way back up while working the base with my hand. He was loving it by the sounds he was trying not to make, and the way his hips were gently thrusting.
I kept up this rhythm of being bent over with this married man’s cock in my mouth for a while, until he pulled me off him and took a step forward, looking into my eyes as he stopped himself from cumming. “Not yet hot stuff.” He whispered at me. He paused, our eyes staring at each other. He grinned that cocky smile, his hand still resting lightly on the back of my head. I stood there, not knowing what to do. I wasn’t used to anything other than obeying my coach. “You’re a good cocksucker.” He whispered, moving his face closer to mine. I waited. I wanted to kiss him but wasn’t sure if he wanted that. He licked his lips again and looked down at his cock. My eyes looked down too. There was a drop of cum on the head, glistening under the light. I bent down impulsively and licked it off the head, causing him to shudder and gasp so I stood back up.
“Fuck.” He moaned staring into my eyes again. “How old are you?” He asked, assessing my size and my boyish looks.
“Almost 19.” I whispered.
He closed his lips, not sure if he believed me. I never looked my age, always looking years younger than I really was.
“I turn 19 in six days. Honestly.”
He nodded, and pushed my head down again, allowing me to take his cock into my mouth once more. My hands went on his hips as I sucked him this time, and they started to roam as I bobbed up and down on his meat. His legs were solid under his pants, his stomach flat and hard above his zipper. As I dove into his cock and took it all the way down my throat again, my hands moved around to his ass to force him in more. His ass was firm, round, muscled and felt big in my hands. Suddenly I was more turned on than I expected, and I found my hands sliding under the material of his pants to feel his skin.
He was moaning a bit more, trying hard to stifle his sounds as my hands moved inside his pants and I felt his smooth ass cheeks. He held my head still, his cock stuffed down my throat and then suddenly pulled me off it again. This time though, he pulled me up and dove for my face, his mouth finding mine and his tongue opening my lips for a deep wet kiss. His tongue was just as fat as his cock and he knew how to use it. He moved me backwards, and then sideways till I was up against the wall on the side of the stall. It banged as we hit it, but we didn’t stop kissing. His hands were suddenly on my own pants and he was frantically undoing them.
“Do you like getting fucked?” He whispered in my ear as he unzipped my fly, and then was back kissing me hard.
“Yes.” I managed to say in between his tongue in me and him looking down at my pants to make sure he was undoing them correctly.
Without another word, he spun me around and pushed my face against the wall and pulled my pants down under my ass. He stepped up against me, and I could feel his hard cock against my cheeks, rubbing up and down as he grinded his hips into me. He was the perfect height against me, just tall enough to be bigger than me, but not too tall that we were unproportioned. He slapped his cock against me, and I suddenly felt the thrill of having a cock in me once again. It had been too long.
I arched a bit and stuck my ass out and he groaned in pleasure. “You horny slut,” he moaned in my ear, his tongue snaking out and licking it as I could feel his cock moving in between my cheeks. “You want this daddy dick in you don’t you boy?”
I nodded. “Yes.” I whimpered quietly.
He backed up and I could see him lick his hand and massage it onto his cock. “Yes what?” He asked, again at my ear as he held his cock in between my ass and started to rub it up and down a little more forcefully.
“Yes, I want it.” I whispered, unsure of what he was getting at.
I felt his cock slide against my hole, and I moaned and pushed backwards. He knew he found the spot. “You want Daddy to fuck you?” His voice was like a drug, intoxicating me and making me nod furiously at the sounds he was making, along with his words. “Tell Daddy you want it.”
I sighed out a big breath. “I want Daddy’s cock.” I moaned out.
He sneered in my ear. “Yeah boy, Daddy’s gonna fuck you.” And he pushed forward.
A pain roared through me as his cock penetrated my ring, and he didn’t stop there, but kept forcing it in me all the way. As soon as I started to scream, his other hand was on my mouth, keeping the sounds from escaping. “Shhhhh,” He was saying behind me quietly, as he held his cock, now all the way inside me, pushing me against the wall even harder. “Daddy’s cock feels good. Take it. I know you want it.”
I closed my eyes and felt tears leaking out as he held me against the stall. We were still completely dressed, just his cock impaled in me with my pants hanging under my butt. My own cock was still trapped inside the front of my underwear dying to be freed and stroked. I listened to his soothing “Shhh” sounds as he kissed my neck and held me still, and slowly, I adjusted once again to having a thick penis inside me.
I turned away from his hand to let out a breath and put the top of my head against the wall of the bathroom stall. He adjusted and pulled back slightly and pushed back again, and I felt no more pain. I could feel his cock throb, pulse in me, and I knew I was ready. And what I wanted.
“Fuck me Daddy.” I moaned, turning to him.
His hips started thrusting as soon as I said it, and he grabbed my waist firmly as he leaned over me, slamming me up against the wall. I reached my right hand down to my cock, pulling it out of my underwear and started stroking hard as he raped my ass. He turned my head to him and kissed me hard and sensually as he pumped into me.
“Fuck boy, your ass is so tight.” He hissed at me, smiling while holding my head still so he could look into my eyes. “You like Daddy’s cock in you.”
I was pushing back against him just as hard as he was fucking me. “Yes Daddy.” I muttered quietly. “Fuck me harder Daddy.”
He grunted and picked up the pace as did I, stroking my cock hard as he hit that spot inside me I remembered from my coach. I breathed out loudly as I felt my insides burning and knew it wouldn’t be long till I was ready to explode.
Apparently, the same sensation must have been coursing through my new daddy plowing my ass behind me. “Daddy’s gonna breed you boy. You ready for your dad’s load?” he murmured in my ear. His deep voice was so seductive it ran straight through me.
“Yes!” I cried as I started to shake myself. This only caused him to groan and violently fuck me harder. I swear the entire washroom must be hearing the slapping sounds of him against me as we quietly started to explode.
I started first, shaking wildly as I shot my sperm all over the wall in front of me. I guess my ass clenching as I shot my load caused him to start exploding in me. He grunted quietly and shoved his hips into me as his cock starting shooting cum in me, coating my insides with his dad seed again and again as we shook out spurts of cum.
As soon as he shot his last drop, he backed right out of my ass and stepped back, probably not wanting to get any cum on his expensive suit. I heard him grab toilet paper and wipe his cock off as I remained against the wall, trying to catch my breath. I could see globs of cum on the stall, sliding down slowly, along with a couple puddles worth of it below me by my shoes. I had my head resting on my forearm against the stall as my breathing returned to normal. I was afraid to move my ass, fearing that his cum would leak out of me.
I heard more toilet paper rip off and then his hand was on my ass, gently wiping up just beneath my ass catching any stream of cum that was dripping from me. He repeated the gesture again with a second wipe, and I heard the toilet flush. A soft smack of my ass told me I was ready to move and pull my pants up.
I stood up and turned to see him tucking his shirt in and straightening his tie, watching me. As I slowly pulled my pants up and zipped up, his mouth was on mine kissing me softly. He backed up and raised his eyebrows at me. “That was fucking hot boy.” He whispered so quietly I hardly heard him. “You okay? I didn’t hurt you?”
I shook my head, and finished dressing.
He dug into his pants and pulled out a single card and held it to me. “If you want another load, contact me. What’s your name?”
I took the card from him. “Brian.” I said, looking down at his name. Jason O’Connor. Attorney. Huh. A lawyer.
“Jay.” He said, staring into my eyes again. “Fuck you are sweet.” He muttered to me. “Just be discreet.”
He opened the stall door cautiously and peered out a bit before turning back to me one last time. “I mean it boy. Contact me. I wanna tap that again.” And he stepped out, leaving me alone in the stall holding his business card.
Then I smiled, realizing I was still able to draw in married men. As I looked down at his information, I realized I wanted to contact him again soon. This new hot daddy of mine. I looked at my cum dripping down the stall.
Yeah, I needed a new daddy.
