Jason Slade

He looked at me; our eyes locked together.  I fought the tears that were trying to form.  He stepped closer.  “I’m sorry, Parker.”

I felt as though I might pass out; my heart was beating so rapidly. Man up, I told myself, but I couldn’t. I hurried past him and back into the locker room. I hurried out the exit and into the dorm. I didn’t want to go back to my room, so I headed back out and onto the campus grounds. I thought I heard my name; I headed north. I was running by the time I reached the edge of campus. To my right was a pizza place, and to the left was a construction site. I walked to the construction site figuring that I could have a little quiet time.

A pick-up and a van, parked next to the entrance to the site, were the only vehicles in view. A lanky man in a hard hat came out to the truck and put something in the back. I walked closer. He looked up and saw me. “Hey, kid. This place is off-limits.”

I figured that he couldn’t be more than twenty-five. I walked closer.

“You looking for someone?” He asked.

I smiled.

“Ah, you’re looking for something.” He smiled back at me as he rubbed the front of his right leg.
I noticed immediately that he had bad teeth.

“I’m not looking for you,” I said. I saw another man coming toward the van. I stopped walking.

“Fuck off, kid,” growled the first man. “You’re not allowed here,” he shouted at me. He got into his truck and drove off.

The other man was closer to me now. He looked to be about forty, maybe a little older. He was still wearing his hard hat, but he opened the back of the van and put his hat inside. His head had a thick sandy-brown crop. It was apparent that he kept it short, and after putting his hat away, he turned to look at me.

“Are you from the university, there?”

“That’s right,” I nodded and walked closer to him.

He laughed. “The last student who came here at the end of the shift wanted twenty bucks to give us blowjobs. He left with nothing because none of us would admit to wanting to get sucked off by a college kid.”

“But you did?”

He chuckled again. “Not saying. I will admit that it’s been a long time since I got a blowjob.”
I stopped with less than a foot between us. “I bet it’s been even longer since you gave one.” I’m not sure why, but I winked at him.

“So you’re looking for an old guy like me to drop to my knees.”

“You make it sound so cheap.”

“I’m not into paying for sex, young man.”

“My name is Parker, and I’m not a whore.” I moved a little closer to him. “I just don’t want to be alone right now.”

“And you want me to help you with that?”

“Well, you’re handsome; by the looks of what I can see with those two open buttons on your shirt, you’ve got a hairy chest. Those are two of the things I need for comfort.”

He sat on the bumper of the van. “What’s your story, Parker?”

“What’s your name, mister?”

“I’m Karl, and I’m probably old enough to be your father.”

“But you’re not my father. You’re a sexy man.” I put my hand on his chest. “With firm pecs.”

“It’s the heavy lifting.”

“Nice flat stomach.” I moved my hand to his belly.

“I don’t drink beer,” said Karl.

I smiled and moved my hand over the zipper of his pants. “Maybe you’re lonely, too.” I felt his cock swell and twitch.

“Yeah,” he said, pushing my hand away. “He’s been lonely for quite a while now. I’d blame it on the divorce, but the wife’s been an unwilling partner for quite a while.”

I stepped back. “So, you’re straight.”

“Mostly,” said Karl. “I fooled around in college, but I wanted kids and the American Dream.” He was looking at the ground as he said it. He looked back up at me. “You’re horny and you’re lonely, right kid, um, Parker.”

I sighed. “Yeah, that sums it up.”

“Well, if you want to play, get in the van.

I tried to imagine what it would feel like to be held in his strong arms, to feel his hairy chest pressed against me, and I imagined it’d feel nice. I walked around to the passenger side and got in.

Karl locked the back door and hopped into the driver’s seat. “Look, there’s a blow-up mattress that I can put down in the center of the back, or we can go to my apartment. It’s only a couple of miles away. There’s CVS around the corner, I can get us some uh... Beer.”

“I don’t really like beer, but I’d take a Sprite and some corn chips.”

Karl chuckled, started the car, and headed to the drugstore. He left me in the van and came back with two sacks. One of them had a two-liter Sprite and a two-liter Dr. Pepper. The other sack had Fritos, Ruffles, a bottle of lube, and a twelve-pack box of condoms. I pulled the box out. “Planning a busy night?” I laughed.

“That’s just six for each of us,” he laughed. “But, I’m not expecting that; I just thought I should be prepared.” He parked the van in front of a scary-looking apartment building. “Come on.”

Karl waited for me to get in front of him and he directed me to an apartment to the left of where he parked the van. We stepped into an immaculate but sparsely furnished apartment. “Sorry,” he announced, “she took almost everything.”

I pressed my body into his and pushed the palm of my hand into his crotch. “She left the best part.” I kissed him, and I felt his dick jerk. I wondered whether he was as straight as he had hoped all those years.

“I need to shower off; I must smell pretty bad. You want to make us some drinks? And, just so you know, I don’t like corn chips.”

I got the ice in the glasses with the drinks and put the chips into a bowl. I mixed the two kinds together. I put my folded clothes on the chair and stepped into the bathroom. Karl stood behind a cheap plastic shower curtain. I contemplated sliding in behind him. I reached for the edge of the curtain when he slid it open.

Before me stood six feet of construction-toned man. Water dripped from his hair. I followed the droplets down his broad shoulders. His flat chest was smooth, but a full bush of hair covered the top root of a thick penis that had to be at least six soft inches. His testicles looked huge to me and hung low below the tip of his dick.

I grabbed a towel and blotted his forehead. He took it from me and dried himself. I watched. I’d never paid attention to any man toweling himself off before. He lifted a leg and placed it on the closed toilet lid and dried his leg. When he switched legs, I got down and ran my tongue over his hole.

“Fuck, boy. Who taught you that?” He began to moan, and the more he moaned the farther I tried to push my tongue into his hole. He reached around to pull me to him and kissed me. I reached down and wrapped my fingers around his erection. His hands grabbed my ass and he lifted me far enough to carry me out of the bathroom and lay me onto his bed. He got in next to me and pulled me on top of him.

I slid down a little and sucked on one of his nipples. He began to moan again. It made me feel warm inside to know that he enjoyed what I was doing. I moved farther down and put the head of his cock into my mouth. I was able to get about three inches of his thick dick into my mouth. I sucked and tongued and tasted his precum. He dumped precum like I dumped cum, and I liked it.
His balls were too big for my mouth. I wanted to do to Karl what Jason had done to my balls, but they were too big to fit into my mouth.

Trying to open my mouth wider, I tried to swallow more of his cock; I had to settle with jerking the lower part of his dick with my hands and the upper portion with my lips.

Karl’s fists struck the mattress as I increased pressure with my mouth and moved my tightened grip more quickly up and down his shaft. Karl grabbed the sheets in his hands and bucked forward. I didn’t realize a man could come with such force or unleash a load so large. I tried to swallow, but most of his cum squirted down his rod and into his heavy bush or onto his balls.
His strong hands pulled me from his dick and up to his mouth. With cum dripping from my mouth and chin, he covered my mouth with his and rolled us over. His broad body covered mine as his weight pushed me into the mattress. When he was done kissing me, he had cleaned the remaining cum from my face and lips. As he relaxed he slid to the side. Half of his body now rested on half of mine.

His fingers pushed my bangs back. “Thank you, Nathan. It’s been a long time since anyone has made me feel that good.”

I snuggled up to him. Feeling his body against mine made my cock really hard. He held it in his hand. I kissed him gently and closed my eyes. He was holding me, and I felt safe. I drifted off.
Sometime in the middle of the night, I woke up to Karl playing with my cock. He slid it into his mouth; he sucked up and down my shaft until I emptied my cum into his mouth. He swallowed all of it then came up next to me again. He kissed my ear. “I have to thank you again, Nathan, for reminding me what pleasures life has to offer. You’re a special guy; there’s someone out there to cure your loneliness. I hope it doesn’t take you forty years to find him. I’m going to start looking for mine tomorrow.”

“Hold me until then, Karl.”

The next morning, we showered, and Karl took me to breakfast at IHOP. I wasn’t dressed for it, and it was very early as he had to be at work by eight. I told him that he could drop me off at the construction site, but he insisted on dropping me off at the dorm. The van windows were open and the cool breeze felt good.

I thanked him again as he stopped at the front entrance. I had just opened the door and started to get out as I heard him say, “Fuck, it’s my son.”

I slipped out and closed the door when I heard Randy call. “Dad, what are you doing here?” Randy walked up to the driver’s window.

Shit, I thought.  I just spent the night with Randy’s father.