Toby's heart pounded as he wiped the sweat from his brow, his 48-year-old body still feeling the exertion of his morning's work. The mid-afternoon sun cast a warm glow on the grounds of the prestigious male-only college, where he'd been the unsung hero for nearly two decades. As a groundsman, he took pride in keeping the lawns impeccable and the flowers blooming. The tool shed at the edge of the woods was his office , a place where he could escape from the occasional bureaucratic and jerk off quietly in his breaks.
It was just another day until a young, cocky student sauntered over, his eyes gleaming with mischief and a smirk playing on his lips. This was Brad, a fresh-faced 18-year-old with a swimmer's physique that made every head on campus turn. Toby had seen Brad around before, but they'd never exchanged more than a nod or a passing greeting.
"Hey, Toby," Brad called out, his voice a mix of casual, trust fund confidence, and the kind of arrogance that only the young and attractive could get away with. "I need your help with something."
Toby set down his shears and wiped his hands on his shirt. "What can I do for you?"
Brad looked around, his eyes scanning the area to ensure they were alone. Then, with the swiftness of a panther, he closed the distance between them and pushed Toby into the tool shed. The older man stumbled back, his eyes widening in surprise.
"I've been watching you," Brad whispered, his breath hot and heavy against Toby's ear. "I know you like to look at my dick." Brad was assertive, casually dominant. Directive.
Toby felt a shiver run down his spine. He'd caught himself glancing at the young man more than once, his thoughts wandering to what lay beneath Brad's athletic shorts. He'd never imagined it would come to this.
"What are you talking about?" he stammered, his voice betraying his nerves. “I don’t want to get fired or nothing.”
Brad stepped closer, his crotch pressing against Toby's own, his hands reaching for the zipper of the groundsman's pants. "You know what I'm talking about, you fag. You've been eyeing me up all year. Now it's time to pay up."
Toby's cock swelled in his pants, his body responding to the situation despite his better judgment. He knew he should say no, knew that this was wrong on so many levels, but he couldn't deny the excitement that coursed through him.
"What do you want?" he managed to ask, his voice a hoarse whisper.
"A blow job," Brad replied, his voice low and demanding. "You're going to suck my cock, and you're going to like it."
Toby's eyes widened, but before he could protest, Brad had his zipper down, his hand wrapping around Toby's thickening shaft. The student's touch was surprisingly firm and sure, and Toby found himself leaning into it, his resolve crumbling like the dusty earth beneath their feet.
"You're going to do it," Brad murmured, his grip tightening. "You're going to get on your knees and take me into that mouth of yours."
Toby did as he was told. He sank to his knees as he fished out the young man's cock, feeling the velvet heat of it against his palm. Brad's dick was long and thick, the head a perfect plum hue, already glistening with pre-cum. Toby's own cock was rock hard now, straining against the fabric of his pants, and he couldn't help but lick his lips in anticipation.
Without another word, Toby leaned in and took Brad's cock in his mouth, his tongue flicking out to taste the salty tang of his precum. Brad groaned, his hands threading through Toby's thinning hair as he guided the old man's head in a rhythm that grew steadily faster. Toby's cheeks hollowed as he sucked, taking Brad deeper and deeper, the musky scent of his arousal filling the small space.
Brad's hips began to buck, his movements growing more erratic as Toby worked him over, his tongue swirling around the sensitive head of his cock. The student's breath grew ragged, his chest heaving with each pant and grunt.
“Suck my dick, you’re doing so well”, then Brad started to call Toby “Cocksucker”, again and again he used the name … “Cocksucker”
Toby felt a sense of power in his submission, the thrill of sucking a student’s dick mixing with the pleasure of giving Brad what he so obviously craved. His own cock was painfully hard, his balls tight and heavy with need. Toby liked the idea of being known as “cocksucker” and he wanted that name for himself.
Brad was even closer. With a final, desperate thrust, he buried his cock to the hilt in cocksucker's throat, and with a roar he came. The first hot spurt of cum hit the back of cocksucker's throat, and he swallowed instinctively, his eyes watering with the sheer force of it. Brad's hands tightened in his hair, holding him in place as he emptied himself into the cocksucker's willing mouth.
When it was over, cocksucker sat back on his heels, his face and chest a mess of sticky cum. Brad's dick softened, and he stepped away, tucking it back into his pants with a satisfied smirk.
"That was incredible," Brad said, his voice still breathless. "You're a natural cocksucker."
Cocksucker could only nod, his mouth still full of Brad's seed as he embraced his new role and identity. He felt a mix of emotions - shock, guilt, and a strange sort of exhilaration. He'd never done anything like this before, never even considered it. Now that it had happened, he couldn't deny that he liked it.
The rest of the afternoon passed in a blur, Cocksuckers's mind replaying the scene in the tool shed over and over again. He couldn't believe he'd given a blow job to a student, a young man he'd been fantasizing about for months. As the sun began to dip below the horizon, he found himself eager for the next time Brad would come to him with that same demanding look in his eyes.
