Show Me The Way

I met David the same way every other gay guy in my small Ohio city did - Grindr. My 19-year old self would spend hours a day on there just browsing at the different guys in my area, searching nearby cities to see whats out there, or even big cities to see what's way out there. I was really shy and it was pretty rare that I actually ever met anyone, merely chatted instead. Then I met David...

As David and I exchanged the usual banter and photos, I began to admire every physical part of him. He was forty-two, 6'1 and stat himself as muscular; his photos revealed a square-jawed stud with dark hair and broad shoulders spawning thick arms. He had his arms crossed too so his arms looked bigger than they probably were, but I liked it. 

Once he convinced me to meet him at a coffee shop, I was hooked. His photos were a couple years old, but he showed up looking even better in my opinion; with a few dashes of gray in his hair around the sides and some manscaped stubble on his face. I was incredibly anxious to meet him, and especially be out in public doing so, but my internal conflict soon went away. We quickly clicked and he invited me back to his place. He said he didn't live far and that he could bring me back home whenever I wanted. I had taken a Lyft to the coffee house so I took him up on the offer, growing more anxious though as I don't really know this man.

Once in the car he said he didn't live very far. As soon as we left the parking lot, he reached over and placed his hand on my thigh. I placed my hand on his just before he started gently massaging the inside with his fingertips. I'd never had an older man feel me up before but it was always a reoccurring jerk-off fantasy. I could feel my cock begin to grow and I became really anxious suddenly, worried he may notice and be put off. Obviously I knew his ultimate intention, so looking back I don't know what worried me.

"No, no, stop," I asked as I pushed his hand away.

"Oh, I didn't mean to offend you," he gently apologized. 

"No, you're fine.. It's me. I, uh, am.. what would you say?" I thought, "Easily excitable." 

He chuckled, "Oh me too bud. I didn't lose it with getting old."

"You aren't old," I smiled and looked out the window, too anxious to look at him.

"You're handsome," I said. 

"You're pretty cute yourself," he smiled and extended his open palm.

I met his with mine and he placed it on his thigh this time. 

He drove me to his home at the edge of the city, and through the turns and roundabouts, he pulled my hand closer. A bump in the road made our hands bounce into his lap where I felt his half-hard cock through his pants. The back of my hand rested of his shaft and I felt his hand tighten, keeping it there. 

"Oh, whoa I'm sorry," I said surprised.

He chuckled again, "Only if you want to be."

He looked at me and pressed our hands into his pants further, pushing against his shaft. I could feel how firm it was, and it seemed to be getting more so. The back of my hand felt it pulse and throb as it began to grown more. He pushed and rubbed our clamped palms into his crotch the remainder of the way home before turning into a steep downward sloped driveway in front of a modest home. He threw the car in park and quickly turned to me and grabbed my chin.

"What do you want boy?" he softly asked, our eyes meeting.

"That," I press our hands into his crotch again.

He let go of my hand and promptly began lifting up his shirt and removing his belt. He unbuckled his pants and started pulling them down.

"Whoa whoa, here??" I asked in near shock. These homes were virtually on top of each other and the driveways a mere ten yards apart. There were people on the sidewalk, surely kids playing in the street somewhere close by, etc!

"It's fine! It'll be fun, don't you think?" he pulled his pants down to his knees, showing his Tommy navy blue boxer briefs with a bulge and a half that had grown down his right leg.

"But what if someone sees us??" I asked anxiously.

"No one will see, don't worry."

He reached for my hands again and pulled them to his crotch.

"C'mon," he pleaded. 

I gripped his shaft through the fabric as he shuddered. I stroked him gently through the soft material until I saw a wet spot accumulate at the tip. He had his head rested back on the headrest and his eyes closed. I continually kept looking around, darting my eyes through the windows to see if I could spot anyone who could maybe spot us. My lurching around made David open his eyes.

"Calm down, boy, it's okay."

He took his waistband and pulled it down, finally releasing his thick, throbbing, veiny cock. It lurched as it stood straight up and developed a thick drop of white pre cum on its tip. I stared at it in amazement as I'd never seen a grown mans cock in person before. Watching porn and jerking off, I'd fantasized about this plenty of times but suddenly my anxiety and inexperience kept me from knowing what to do. I gaze back to his eyes, bewildered.

"Suck it, boy," he ordered as he reached his hand behind my neck. 

He pulled me forward and virtually impaled my face on his cock. My open mouth just barely getting more than half of his head and shaft. It was too much too fast though and I pulled off. 

"Careful!" I ordered.

He put his hands up beside his head, "it's all you then."

I lowered my mouth back down to his cock and began licking his shaft all around. From the base to the tip, followed by my fist slowly stroking out any pre cum that may leak from him. His musky, sweaty man smell wafted through my nose and made my cock throb in my shorts. He groaned as he laid his head back and closed his eyes again, this time gently resting his hands on my neck. I swallowed his head and twirled my tongue around before diving down his shaft. His cock filled my mouth and throat and he'd occasionally push my head a little further down. I gasped and chocked and gagged on his cock for a solid ten minutes before remembering we were in a car in a driveway. 

Suddenly, my anxiety raced back and the moment I began to pull his throbbing cock from my mouth, his hands tighten on my neck. His groans grow louder and he pushes my head further down. 

"Mm-mmm!" I plead, "Mm-mmmm!"

"Ahhhh, yes boy, yes! Take it," he says loudly, forcing me to swallow his whole cock.

Completely devoid of air, sweat on my forehead, red-faced, boom! I feel a huge rush of cum down my throat. Two, three, four thick streams that flood my mouth and throat. He thrusts more and more into my mouth as I choke and some cum spills from around his cock through my lips. His hands release and I lurch back, coughing and choking. 

"Holy shit, boy," he said with a grin.

"Were you trying to kill me?" I asked playfully but sternly. "I couldn't breath!" I coughed.

"Whew, I'm sorry bud. Tap out next time!"

I was a little put off but was distracted by a figure passing behind the car. A woman walking a dog is all, and she continued by. As I had looked over, David had reached over and grabbed my pants. He quickly unbuttoned them and reached inside. His big hands wrapped around my adolescent cock and I shuddered. My eyes closed and mouth gaped open and my muscles all over tensed. I was hard as a rock from sucking David and the euphoria was overwhelming.

"Oh, David!" I gasped in ecstasy. "Ohhh!" I laid my head back on the head rest and let him take over. I felt my waist band hastily pulled down and I lifted my butt to allow my shorts to go down to my ankles. My cock flopped up and stood to attention just as David's had. I began to open my eyes and look over at David by saw no one, I looked down and found the back of David's head lowering himself onto my cock. Just then, his wet warm mouth encircled my cock.

"Ohh my goddd! David!" I gasped and ran my fingers gently through his hair. 

He lifted his head and I opened my eyes, our gaze meeting.

"It's Daddy, not David," he said firmly and lowered his head back down, swallowing my cock.

I was certainly in no position to argue or negotiate so I didn't say a word.

He circled my shaft and head with his tongue and stroked me and he sucked the tip.

In no time at all, "Oh, oh oh Davi- I mean Daddy, ohhh!"

He buried his face in my crotch and shoved my dick down his throat. I lurched in the passenger seat of his car, spewing thick sum streams deep into his throat. I moaned and groaned and writhed my body and he continued to suck every last bit of me out. Quickly becoming too sensitive, I pulled his head up from his chin. 

We stare at each other.

"Daddy, that was amazing," I say exasperated and still gasping.

"Sure was, boy."

Daddy and I continued to hang out when our schedules worked. We often talked about what desires we had and what sexual escapades we'd have some day. He's shown me that I am much more submissive than dominant, and that I like to be told what to do, even when I protest. Daddy's favorite thing is to fool around in public. He helps me get over my social anxiety when we are in public. And I help him get off in those very same public places. Some of those stories to come.....