Travis’s haircut did it for me

I kept catching the guy on the other side of the shop trying to sneak looks at me. He’s cute, aside from the shoulder length hair – that’s not my thing. He looks to be mid-twenties, fit, blonde hair and, as he came closer to stack tire over his head, I noticed his green eyes flat four pack, complete with a blonde treasure trail rising from his waist band. Normally, I’m into older, taller, dark featured guys. Aside from having a dick, this guy is the opposite of what turns me on. But he did plump my dick, so I had to admit there was something about him.

In paying for the service, I noticed the other side of the shop is a detail shop. And they do ceramic coating (it’s the same building but two different businesses). I made my appointment and left, not thinking about ‘westside’ guy. ‘Westside’ guy: that’s what we call people from that side of town. The west side is a less than desirable side of town in which to live (though it’s not all bad). Generally, people on that side of town are either turn-your-stomach unattractive of ‘hot’. Not hot enough to bring home to mom, but definitely hot enough to fuck. This guy – ‘westside’ guy – was definitely a hot one. 

A couple weeks later, I arrived and dropped off the car for its coating, not even thinking about ‘westside’ guy. Standing outside waiting on my Uber, I noticed, from a distance, an attractive guy walking around. Focusing more, I realized it’s ‘westside’ guy. But damn; he got his hair cut! Short! My word. How fuckable is that?!? I walked towards the garage slowly. Maybe it was because of his short hair, but from behind, I noticed incredibly wide shoulder that tapered down to a “V” which ended in a round, firm looking ass. Where was this stud two weeks ago?!? When he noticed me noticing him, he did the ‘straight guy head nod’ to say “hey”. But both of our eyes studied each other.

Being I’m 10-15 years his senior, he must be into daddies. Which is fine by me. I’ve grown into my looks quite well – I’ve been called a DILF many times in the past couple of years. And while I’ve had younger guys come to me, flirt and proposition me, I’ve turned all but two of them down. After all, if you can’t grow decent chest hair, you’re not my type. That’s what I thought. As my Uber arrived, me and ‘westside’ boy exchanged one parting glance. I offered a ‘I’d hit that!’ smile and he returned a ‘I’d let you hit it’ smile. 

For two days I thought about him. Friday afternoon when the detailer left me a message saying the car can be picked up before 5PM. But around 2PM, at work, a customer had issues and, after meetings and phone calls and making travel arrangements for the engineers, I knew I was going to be late by 15 minutes or so. I texted the detailer worried that, as they’re not open weekends, I’d be sans car until Monday evening. He said he figure something out and let me know. Minutes later he texted me saying someone would be closing the shops late and I could get it so long as I was there before 6PM. Deal!

I ordered a LYFT, and arrived there around 5:35PM. Per the detailer’s instructions, I knocked on the side door. When it opened, I was face-to-face with ‘westside’ boy. He smiled, his straggly beard, which normally bothers me, looked good on him. I looked at his shirt and saw his name: Travis.

“Hi Mike. Matt said you’d be here later to pick up the car?”

“That’s me!” I replied.

Travis invited me in, showed me to the car (which looked amazing by the way) and I paid. I apologized for keeping here so late on a Friday evening, suggesting his girlfriend probably won’t be too happy him being late at the start of the weekend.

“I live alone” he stated matter-of-factly.

“Me too” I replied. “So, no plans tonight?”

“Not really. You?” he asked, his eyes glimmering in a familiar way. My dick, which was already swollen some, grew even more as I knew what I was going to say next.

“Nope. But, to say thank you for staying late…let me buy you a beer or something” I offered.

He didn’t think much before he said “Yeah. Sure. Sounds good.” I noticed on the way over, the skies were darkening and, not wanting to stay out in the rain after paying $1,000 for this coating, I knew what I had to say.

“Looks like rain. I don’t really want to keep the car out in the rain tonight, seeing I spent so much on it right now – I want to enjoy it. What about a drink – at my place?” I waited with bated breath.

“Where do you live?” I told him. “Well, let me go home and clean up first. Is that OK?” he asked.

“Sure. I need to do the same” I replied. “Say…7:30?”

“Works for me – see you there!” he replied.

I drove home – quickly – and parked in the garage right as the heavens opened. I rushed in, got a shower shaved and trimmed the necessary areas, and fixed myself something to eat – something little as I didn’t want to get ‘post food coma’ while I was ‘entertaining’. 

The doorbell rang around 7:40PM. Fashionably late, I thought. Nice! I opened the door to see a cleaned Travis. His green button up shirt worked well with his green eyes, paler skin and blonde hair. Tan shorts and brown sandals bookended his toned and relatively smooth legs. I instantly twisted my waist, allowing my hardening dick to fall down and not be so obvious. If all goes well, he’ll see it. But it’s a bit too early now.

“There’s the man! Come on in out of that rain” I said. 

The next couple of hours we chatted, ordered and ate a pizza, and drank a couple bottles of beer. The alcohol helped him loosen up enough I knew it was time to move to step number two.

“I noticed you cut your hair from the first time I saw you. I almost didn’t recognize you when you opened the door” I lied.

“You didn’t notice me when you dropped off the car the second time?” he asked. 

“When was this?” I asked, feigning thinking hard.

“Come on, Mike. I saw you noticing me the other day” he said, getting comfortable on the couch.

“Oh! You mean the day you were checking me out?” I challenged.

“What can I saw. I like what I like.” He seemed quite at ease with me now, obviously.

“That makes two of us. Now that’s out there for us to ponder, what do you want to do?” he asked.

“I have an idea. But it involves the bedroom” I suggested.

“Why do you think I wanted to go home and clean up?” he asked. I stood up and he followed suit. 

“That hair cut – super hot” I rumbled, as I ran my hand through the longer part on top.

“That feels good” he whispered.

“Travis – I can make you feel real good!”

“Lead the way, Stud” he said. The term ‘stud’ seemed out of character for the situation we found ourselves in, but I lent that to his inexperience.

I grabbed his wide shoulders and turned him around, facing him towards the bedroom. I walked him forward, guiding him into the dark room. Once there, I spun him around and kissed him hard. Normally, I don’t kiss a simple fuck, but something about him struck a chord with me and I wanted to feel his hot breath in me. And I’m glad I did.

He returned one of the most passionate kissing sessions I’d ever had. He may not know what to say, but he sure knows what to do so far. He removed his mouth from mine and latched onto my neck, as if he knew that was a weak spot for me. He sucked and chewed for a few minutes but seemed like hours. My body vibrated with sexual energy as he moved from the side of my neck to the right below my Adam’s Apple. He kissed me slightly there, licking the stubble I purposefully left unshaven. I felt him lick some of my chest hair.

“I love a hairy Daddy!” he said. My legs got weak. He’s this young guy, not as experienced as myself, putting the moves on me. Successfully, I might add! In an instant, he had my shirt pulled over my head and tossed it to the floor. He got to work on my nipples. Even though I have, what they call, a Dad Bod, I still work out and am still built nicely, just not like I was at 22. This Dad Bod seem to do it for him, and he went from the right nipple, left through my chest hair, to the left nipple, then back. He chewed and sucked every inch of me between these two points. My head was swirling and my dick begging for release. Normally I’m the one in control. Occasionally I let an older guy have control. But I’ve never let a younger guy have control. I didn’t let this one, either, but he took it. And I wasn’t stopping him.

Moving down my slightly fuzzy stomach, his chin met the button of my shorts. He had them off in no time. His eyes widened as he took in what was trying to get out of my boxers. While I’m not the most hung in the city by any means (I’ve been with guys packing 11 inches) at almost nine, thick, honest inches, I’m well above average. And the upward curve seems to please every bottom I’ve pounded.

“Daddy is packing” he hissed as he ran his lips over the head where he stopped and took time to suck some precum, filtering it through the fabric. His mouth, as hot as it was on my mouth, was even hotter on my throbbing piece. He reached up and grabbed my ass, seemingly to relish in its fuzzy goodness, before pulling the boxers to my knees. The waistband caught my head and, when fully down, flung my cock up against my stomach, tossing a drop of pre on my belly, which he happily sucked down, licking my belly hair clean.

He instantly grabbed the base of my member and, eyes fixated on my eyes, eased down on me. I felt the head hit the roof of his mouth, then get shoved down his throat. I watched him take every inch of me into his mouth, slowly, until his nose was up against my pubic bone until his eyes were mostly obscured by my reddish-brown bush. I felt his throat squeeze my dick head, milking it for it’s clear, sweat liquid. 

He pulled off and stood up, my wet dick marking his green shirt, turning it darker with the spit he left hanging from my cock. I watched as he took off his shirt, tossing it on the bed. His body glistened, reflecting the dim lights shining in from the other room. I reached out and ran my hand over his smooth chest. No hair anywhere, not even around his nipples. And this made me so hot! 

I dropped to my knees, licking his chest, trying in vain to find one hair, one area of stubble. But he had none. Normally a disappointment, this caused my balls to burn with anticipation. I’ve never been with a guy this smooth – ever! Then I remembered his fuzzy belly. I made my way down south, allowing my stubble to scrap along his smooth but firm torso. He moaned eagerly, seeming to like that sensation.

I found his blonde, fuzzy navel, and bathed his soft blonde hair with my tongue. I savored every single hair as I licked and chewed from his navel around to his side as I ran my hand up his chest, feeling his flat and firm pecs, eventually making my way to his pits. Surprisingly, his pits were thick with blonde hair. I removed myself from his belly and landed in his left pit, pushing his arm over his head. In doing so, it caused his bicep to flex so I held on to it while I ate his pit, enjoying the scent of deodorant and musk. He moaned and squirmed as I tortured his pit. His breathing increased to rapid inhales and exhales.  It was then I felt something on my thigh. 

I pushed him down on the bed and removed the rest of his clothing. I stood back to admire this young, firm, athletic ‘westside’ boy, naked on my bed. Much to my indulgence, his cock, which was startlingly large and thick with a great round head, laid off the right of a massive blonde bush. The juxtaposition of a smooth upper body and a hairy bush protecting a nice, thick piece of boy-meat, caused my wet dick drool, literally. 

“You want to fuck me, Daddy?” As if he had to asked.

“Bud, I’ve been fucking you for days!” I growled.

“Nothing like the real thing, Daddy” he said as he spun around, presenting his smooth, round ass.

Not wanting to waste an opportunity, I leaned down and, to his surprise, started eating his hole. I remember its pink, mostly hairless, ring catching the light from the living room as I plunged down to his musky goodness. His body arched, showing his toned muscles in his shoulders, as my lips and tongue annihilated his pucker. His legs shook as I forced my tongue ever so slightly into his most private of areas. I pushed my face further into his crack, plying his cheeks away from their protection of his hole. The niceness of a few seconds ago eroded as I violently went at him. He screamed but pleaded me not to stop as he slapped the mattress like he was trying to get airborne. 

I reached under and grabbed his hairy nut sack, wrapped my hand around both of those bastards, and pulled them down as far as I could. The noise he screamed into the pillow probably was still heard by the neighbors. I didn’t care. I wanted to almost hurt him sexually. I felt like he toyed with me for days, to no fault of his own, so he deserved what he got. 

“God stop please stop!” he was able to yell over his shoulder. Being my mouth was tired – and for that reason only – I stopped. He collapsed on the bed, face down. I stepped to my left so I could see his eaten hole in the light from the hallway. It glistened and slowly vibrated, having been stimulated like no other time. 

“I’ve never had someone do that before” he muttered as he caught his breath. “I was expecting that big dick, not that mouth.”

“You complaining?” I asked with a smirk.

“God no! I want more, Daddy. Please give me more!” he begged, turning back over and showing his now wet ass in the air.

“Nah. It’s time for the real thing” I replied.

“Promise?” 

Reaching into the nightstand, I pulled out the lube. I squirted the remaining liquid on my hand. Still facing down, his body instinctively shuddered at the sound. He knew what it meant.

He gasped as the cool lube hit his hole. Tossing the empty bottle to the floor, I raised my right leg on the mattress and stood on the floor with the left. I put my ultra-sensitive head against his hole. The feeling of his pulsing hole sent tingles up my shaft into my brain.

“Shop boy want Daddy’s meat?” I asked.

“Fuck yeah!”

“No” I said, slapping his cheek with my wet dick. The feeling of his firmness almost caused me to drop a load right there.

“You have to beg Daddy for it” I demanded.

“Please Daddy. I want it. I need it. I wa-“ I didn’t let him finish the sentence. I plunged the head right through his already worked ring.

“Go-!” he screamed before his face hit the mattress. I watched his shoulders rise and fall as I slowly pushed the entire almost nine, thick inches into him. As my pubes pressed against his cheeks, I was disappointed I couldn’t see it well enough. I pulled out quickly, causing him to scream and fall to his side.

I grabbed his hips. “This way, Son” I said as I positioned better. But it still wasn’t’ good enough. I reached back and flipped on the lights.

“That’s better. I want to see this ass!” He turned his head as if to say something as I slid back into him.

“Ahh!” he cried. I decided to give him a minute, so I left myself in him without moving, I watched his body’s twitching subside. I pulled out slowly, I watched the few hairs along his crack cling to my wet dick as it excited his hole. Ince by inch I pulled out, watching the big vein that ran down the top of my cock snake its way out and my flared head caught his ring.

Then back in, slowly, watching those wet hairs stuck to my cock disappear back into his hole, only to be seen again as I pulled out. The whole time he’s moaning, groaning, crying, begging, pleading. He wants slower, then harder, then faster, then to stop. I ignored his pleads. This was my time.

I reached up and grabbed his wide shoulders.

“Get ready, Boy” I whispered as I leaned my furry torso against his smooth back.

“Mm Hmm…” he muttered. Raising back, I took my stance, got my balance, and without hesitation or preparation. I started pounding into him as if my life depending on it. After a couple minutes of cursing and fucking, I literally fucked him off the bed. I popped out of his hole as he tumbled off the bed. He laid there, breathing, as I stood over him. My dick covered in lube and ‘Travis-juice’.

“Please. I can’t take anymore” he cried. I knew he was serious and, even though I wanted to hurt this sexually, I didn’t want to really hurt him. I held out my hand, he grabbed it and I pulled him to his feet.

I kissed his chest tenderly, as I knew he needed a break. “My god Mike. What the hell?!?” he said, then started laughing. “If I knew this was going to happen, I would have said something weeks ago.”

“Absence makes the cock grow harder” I quipped.

He laughed before dropping to his knees and, in seconds, had my cock in his mouth. I was taken aback so much I instantly blew my load into his mouth and I grabbed his head and held him in place, ensuring he took every ounce. I screamed a guttural growl with each blast. I’ve been holding back for weeks, waiting on this moment and, even though it didn’t happen exactly as I wanted, I was appeased I wasn’t wasting my seed. 

I pulled out of his mouth, his teeth scrapping my head, causing chills to flow up my spine. I dropped to my knees and took his dripping knob in my mouth and he, too, unloaded down my throat. The first two last hit the roof of my mouth before I could pull back enough to actually taste it. And when I did, I tasted salty sweetness. Travis cam quietly in my mouth, much unlike my previous explosion. Which was fine as it gave me enough time to watch his face as he squeezed all his cock juice into me. I pulled off of him, cum still in my mouth, stood up, grabbed my still hard dick and, with a mouth full of Travis jizz, I jerked another load on to his smooth thigh, making sure I was able to get one shot onto his blonde bush. I sat back against the wall, dick in hand and swallowed his once thick cum that I held in my mouth. 

Travis dropped onto the mattress only to remember his sore hole. Breathlessly, he realized and rolled over to his side.

“I think we need to clean up?” I suggested. “Sure. If I can walk” he replied.

I reached out my dry hand and pulled him to his feet once again. I reached around his smooth globes and felt his hole – it was still swollen and sensitive, as I slide my cum ladened finger into it. He shook and smiled as I buried my finger all the way in, feeling around. 

“That’s wrecked back there I’m sure” he said.

“It only takes 15 minutes or so to bounce back” I suggested.

“It might take longer than that” he mused.

“Then I guess, you’ll have to fuck me. If you’re up to it!” I said with a pleading smile. 

“Fifteen minutes it is then” he said. “Then you’re all mine”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep” I replied, flicking his dick that, seconds ago was softening, but was now hard.

“I keep my promises, Daddy!” he replied, pushing me down to the mattress. I landed on the wet spot his cock left for me while I was fucking him.

This is going to be a fun night, I thought. And it was.