Suburban Dads: Grocery Store DILF

Fresh out of law school I was putting in my time at a suburban branch of a well-known large tax attorney firm. I had to put in my dues in the burbs in order to get a promotion to the big time. I had been in the area for only a few weeks but was settling in fine. It was a little slower pace of life than I was used to and I was a little jealous of my friends who immediately jumped to positions in the city, but I knew I had to bide my time.

One great thing about where I lived was that it was that there was a crew (rowing) club. I was able to get on the water as much as I liked. I was a crew athlete in undergrad and continued competing through law school. That plus lifting weights religiously kept me in tip top shape.

Sunday mornings were one of the days I always hit the water with the crew club. We would get a great workout in on the water and be finished by 8am. Afterwards, on this Sunday, I realized I needed to get some things from the grocery store for the week.

I was in the sweats that I had changed into after finishing on the water and was probably still sweating a little bit because it was in the middle of summer. I got to the upscale grocery store before the rush, luckily. I was able to get most of what I needed quickly. When I rounded into the aisle of the last item I needed, I spotted him. He was in his mid 30’s and his children surrounded him. He looked to have three kids between 5-2 years old with one that looked even younger in the baby seat in the cart for a total of four kids.

The three older kids were running around in circles around him and he looked a little frazzled. His cart was mostly full, and I noticed a gold wedding band on his left ring finger. Another thing I noticed as he tried to navigate through his children to find the items he needed was that he was freeballing in his gym shorts. It looked like a nice slab of meat was swaying back and forth as he moved.

Just then, one of his kids knocked over a whole bunch of cans from the shelf. He looked like he was about to yell but then realized he was in public and just looked exasperated. I hurried over to help him pick up the cans and when I got closer, I liked what I saw even more. He was about 6’1 with a great muscular build that his gym clothes showed off well. His brown hair looked like it would usually be perfectly combed and his face perfectly shaven, but now he wasn’t as put together.

“Hey, thanks, guy.” The man said as we finished picking up the cans.

“No problem, four kids look like a handful.” I replied.

“Like you wouldn’t believe.” He said as he turned to push the cart and his kids away.

The toddler in the cart threw the little stuffed animal he was playing with on the ground while the man was looking the other way trying to corral the other kids. I knew I had to be decisive and I was. I grabbed the toy and pulled out a business card from my wallet (I know, who still uses a business card but my firm gives them to us for free).

“Hey man! I think you dropped this.” I called to the man as I handed him the toy with my left hand and reached to shake his hand with my right hand concealing my business card, “I’m Grant by the way.” I said as I shook his hand, we made eye contact. I deliberately lowered my gaze to his freeballing crotch, smiled, arching my eyebrows slightly, and lightly wet my lips. “Use the second number on the card if you ever need to unwind.”

I was certain he got my message loud and clear. When we made eye contact again, I broke the handshake. He paused for a second then heard one of his kids make a fuss. He blankly turned to his kids and shoved my card in his pocket. That was that.

I went on with the rest of my day. I ended up hitting the gym to get a good lift in. Even though I had rowed that morning, I was pumped up from just interacting with that DILF at the grocery store. Around 3pm, I was at home watching the baseball game and getting some things in order for the next workweek. I had plans to meet some friends for a beer around 5. My phone buzzed with a text message.

-Grant? We met at the supermarket this morning. If you are free I’d like to take you up on your offer to unwind.-

-Hey bud! I’m happy to help. I’m free now I have the game on. Come on over and relax.- I replied to the man’s text quicker than I thought possible. Then I quick sent him my address.

-Great. Wife just got home I can tell her I need something from Home Depot. Be there in 20.- the man replied.

I put him in my phone contacts as Grocery DILF and smiled to myself. I’m fairly neat, but I wanted to quick pick up my place. I had 2nd floor one bedroom condo in a complex. In what seemed like a snap of a finger, he was ringing my doorbell.

I quick ran to the kitchen and grabbed 2 beers and went over to answer the door. He was standing there looking around himself uneasy and nervous. Quickly a opened the door and handed him one of the beers.

“Hey man, come on in. Make yourself at home.” I said.

The DILF walked in quickly and took a pull off of the beer, to try and quiet his nerves. He quickly looked around my place probably to make sure it wasn’t some creepy dungeon or something. Then he looked back at me.

“Thanks, uh, Grant. How does this work? I haven’t done anything like this before.” He shifted his weight between legs as he talked.

“Just make yourself comfortable. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want.” I motioned to the couch.

Seeing him here I realized how much more attractive to me he was. He was still in those gym clothes from before. He clearly worked out and took it seriously. He had the commanding presence of someone used to being in charge at work but also had the suburban dad vibe.

He sat down on the couch and comment on the Orioles’ terrible season and I commiserated. I grabbed my beer and sat down next to him. He’d quickly finished his and got him another. He was starting to get a little more comfortable and the conversation was flowing more freely. His wife had been away visiting her sister this weekend, hence his overwhelmed appearance with the kids this morning, and she had just returned. He figured he had bought himself a little over an hour.

Half way through his second beer, I put my hand on his thigh by his knee. He froze for a second, and then must have remembered why he came here and relaxed, though only slightly. I methodically slid my hand up toward his crotch over his gym shorts. I was able to feel his thickly muscled legs, finely conditioned with running and lifting. I got to his crotch and felt him jump and I grazed the head of his cock through the material. I slowly moved up the shaft to the base. I could feel it start to thicken under my light touch. The DILF opened his legs a little more for me and I continued to lightly stroke him through the material.

I reached up to his waistband and tug on it, he lifted up his hips and let me pull his shorts down to his boat shoes and then totally off. His cock was a beauty! It was about half hard and already very fat. His pubes were slightly unwieldy but not a jungle. I lightly grasped the shaft and gave it a soft tug. I felt his cock instantly come to full attention with the skin-to-skin contact.

I sank my tall, muscular body down to my knees and maneuvered between his legs. His cock was fully hard now, 8.5 inches and fat. Veins bulged in the shaft and a small drop of precum oozed forth from the slit. I looked up at the DILF to make sure he was still ok with this. He was staring back at me, boring into me with his blue eyes. He then looked back towards the TV and the O’s game. I parted my lips and slid them over this flaring head. The precum tasted salty and at the touch of my lips, more oozed into my mouth.

“Holy fuck.” The DILF swore.

I glanced up and he was staring back at me. I let my tongue play with the fat head in my mouth and then slobbered my way down the underside of the thick, long shaft. He moaned as I slid down to the point where the balls and shaft meet. I lapped at his balls for a minute and slobbered my way up the shaft. When I got there, I engulfed the head again.

This time, in one fell swoop, I swallowed the whole thing. I deepthroated his huge cock. My nose was grinding into his pubes. I savored the smell of his musk while I contracted my throat muscles around his cock.

“What the fuck! How did you – ughh man!” Groaned the DILF.

He was squirming a lot and I pulled out of the deepthroat and began to suck on the shaft and pay attention to the head. I could tell he was close and I wanted to taste his seed. This virile man, his seed sired 4 kids, I wanted to taste it. I felt his cock pulse and shot after shot of hot cum ejected into my mouth. I swallowed it but only to make room for the still spewing semen. His body jerked an jolted through his orgasm and his moans echoed through my condo, he was not a quiet cummer.

Finally, after it had subsided and I had spit shined his deflating member; I pulled off and sat back next to him. He was sitting there with his shorts on the ground next to him still holding his beer with a blank stare in a post BJ haze. I knew that he had never had a blowjob anywhere nearly as good as what he had just experienced.

“That was… incredible. I’ve never had anything like that.” The DILF said without breaking his blank stare.

“Another beer?” I asked, he was holding an empty beer bottle as if it was full without realizing it.

“Yeah. No wait, I can’t I have to get back.” He suddenly remembered his wife and kids at home. “Thanks for helping me, uh, unwind.” He continued getting up and putting his shorts back on.

“It was my pleasure man. You’re welcome back any time.” I replied as we both walked towards the door.

He thanked me again and headed out the door into the late afternoon sun. I had been rock hard in my shorts ever since he had texted me. I quick jerked out a load reliving what had just happened then showered up to meet my friends. They wouldn’t believe what had just happened.