He texted me Friday late afternoon, suggesting 10 am at a place that wasn’t too far from school but also wasn’t known as a student hangout. I told him I’d see him there.
I thought I should do something before we met or I’d just be sitting around, so I put on some lycra and got into the saddle of my bike. I did several miles before I noticed the time and needed to get back to shower and prep.
I got a booth at the restaurant and got some water for both of us. I thought I looked good, in a long sleeve linen shirt with a couple of buttons undone and a pair of not-too-short shorts. Those thoughts passed quickly from my mind when Cam walked in, wearing a cut off tank top showing his abs under a hoodie and lycra half tights under shorts.
I stood up when he arrived and he came over to the booth and hugged me, making sure I felt all of his body against mine. He slid into the booth and took a sip of water.
“What are we doing here?” he asked. “Have you ordered?”
“No, just got here and was waiting for you.”
“Then let’s go,” he said and stood up.
I followed him out, trying not to stare at his ass. He turned as we exited the restaurant.
“We can go to your place or I can go back to mine alone,” he said, running his hand lightly over my chest through my shirt. “We can stop right here, but I don’t think you want that.”
My mouth was dry, but I managed to get out that I didn’t want him to leave. He asked where my car was and I nodded towards it.
He told me about his final on the drive back as he ran his left hand up and down my right thigh. I drove carefully, but all the blood in my body seemed to lodge elsewhere. We pulled up and I unlocked the front door.
As soon as the door shut, Cam slid in front of me and used his body to push me into the door. His tongue found mine as his hands ran over my shoulders and arms. He kissed me again, harder, and pushed his cock into mine.
He broke the kiss briefly.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No,” I whispered.
“Good, now show me how you feel.”
He put his hands on my shoulders and gently, almost softly, guided me to my knees. I used my hands to pull down his shorts, but he told me to leave the half tights in place, for now.
I looked up and him.
“Lick.”
I ran my tongue over the outline of his cock. Tasting the fabric of the half tights, feeling his hand in my hair, hearing him sigh.
“Look at you, on your knees in front of a boi 15 years younger than you. And look how hard your cock is, I bet your ex never did that for you.”
I heard him but didn’t stop licking him through the tights. I put my hands on the back of his strong thighs to give me some leverage. He pulled my hair, lightly, to remind me to keep going.
He then told me to stop. He took a step back and helped me up. He took my hand and asked me to take us to the bedroom. We entered and he told me to strip, while he remained clothed. He muttered something about needing to make some improvements. After taking off his sneakers and socks he stretched out on the bed and told me to resume.
I did so, for a little while, when he lifted his ass off the bed and told me to take off his half-tights. I looked at him and he nodded, and I started licking his smooth balls and running my hands over his chest.
“I should have kept after you; I always suspected it would come to this,” he said. “Now, show your Daddy how you suck my cock.”
I did. It had been so long, but I did. The taste was amazing, clean, masculine. I loved it.
He pulled out of my mouth just before he came and shot all over my face. He stepped back and gave me a moment to catch my breath. He told me to stay where I was and asked me where the bathroom was.
He left and returned, telling me to look up at him. He gently washed my face and helped me up. We got into bed together and I quickly fell asleep.
