Zac. Or Zack. Or Zach. Didn’t matter. He’s beautiful

The way he looked at me I knew he was interested. But, being he’s a younger guy, I could tell he was a bit hesitant. But I had time to waste. I allowed him to walk past and look at me out of the corner of his eye – like he was being sneaky successfully. He wasn’t. But I enjoyed the attention, especially from such a young, beautiful man. Being a daddy, I guess, does have its privileges!

I watched him reach above his head – his shirt pulling out of his pants and riding up exposing his slightly tanned skin pulled tight over a taunt, athletic stomach, covered in a golden blonde trail of hair growing up from his boxer’s waistline. His arms were smooth, and his face covered in light and sparse blonde hair, matching the intentional messy blonde hair on his head. But it was his green/blue eyes and perfect lips that caught my attention. Working together with his gruff, yet curious demeanor really got my juices going.

I watched as he walked past a few times, admiring (and somewhat jealous of) his wide shoulders and tapering waist, culminating in a round, firm looking rear end. Over and over again, he’d walk by, thinking he was checking me out slyly. As he came back towards me, I called his bluff. I looked him straight in the eyes, nodded my head and said ‘hey’. His eyes widened as he passed. But I knew in a few minutes, he’d be back. And I was correct.

Right on que he walked past again, towards his desk with the other advisers. It was late and there was almost no one here, so I knew he didn’t have any work to do. I waited until he looked towards me and stood up from the chair and walked into the restroom. Not my ideal location for a quickie, but it would have to do – not a lot of places in the dealership for such activities.

Checking the stalls, I knew I was alone. Standing at the urinal, I waited, knowing he’d be in soon. As a daddy, one of the things I’ve learned is patience. That and experience told me what this young buck was going to do. True to form, I heard the door open and footsteps as he walked up next to me.

“Hey man – what’s up?” I asked, breaking every straight guy public bathroom rule: no talking at the urinal!

“Good” he replied. I looked over brazenly. I was in a public place and have been here for oil changes often. We’ve played this game for months. I was tired of the game and, to be honest, been craving this young man’s seed for weeks. I knew what I wanted.

He couldn’t have been thirty; maybe even younger than that. Even if he was thirty, I was almost twenty years’ his senior. I wondered how experienced he was, what he expected by following me in here, what he wanted. I looked down and noticed a rather large head in his hands. I was impressed; I hadn’t expected such a piece on this young man. But I was happy to stretch my mouth for someone like him.

I stepped back, dick hanging out partially hard, turned towards him and walked behind him into the stall. This was a dealership and while it wasn’t busy, there were people here. I didn’t want to be on my knees when his manager walked in. No reason for me to be arrested and him be fired, now is there?

Standing next to the toilet, I stroked my hard piece, boring a hole in the back of his head with my stare. He didn’t move and I wondered if I misjudged him! But slowly, he turned his head, his eyes locking on my curved cock. He looked up to my eyes. I smiled and motioned him to come into the handicapped stall with me. He hesitated. I could tell he was nervous. Would he or wouldn’t he, I thought?

Quickly he stepped in, having unfortunately already stored his dick away. I pulled the door shut and slid the lock, securing the door. Without speaking, I pulled his tucked shirt up and out and ran my hand up his stomach, feeling his abs and every single soft golden blonde hair I saw earlier. His breathing was fast and heavy, so I had to reassure him of my intentions. While I enjoy a good blowjob, today I wanted to give instead of receive.

“Relax” I whispered, looking up slightly into his eyes, a mix of fright and desire behind those blue/green eyes of his. As my hand moved up, the hair subsided as I moved onto his surprisingly thick and smooth pecs. He inhaled sharply as I grazed his nipped with my finger. My cock pleaded to be released as I wondered how he’d react to a tongue on his hole if he jumped at a nipple graze. But time was precious – I’d have to wait to see if he wanted to hook up for more later. He was still on the clock, after all.

I tweaked his nipple, feeling a hair or two arounds its circumference as I slide my hand under his arms to the mass of thick hair there. Something about the underarms of a fit, toned man that just boils my balls. I twirled the deodorant caked hair, feeling the small amount of moisture collecting there.

He closed his eyes as I removed my hand and placed it on the button of his pants – pants that were tight to begin with, but now are stretched to their limit, thanks to his growing friend in the front. I pulled down his zipper – the sound echoing off the sterile walls of the empty room. As they fell, they exposed his blue briefs. Cute. I’m a boxer and boxer brief man myself, but these young guys I guess are going back to briefs? I hooked a finger in the side of his waistband and slide it forward. I could feel more and more soft hair caress my fingers in the process as I made my way around to the front.

With one stroke, I pulled them down – his almost frighteningly large prick sprung out. Thick from its hairy base to its mushroom-like head, vein running down the top as it curved to the left. Reaching underneath, I found his bushy balls and pulled them forward. They were hard and heavy, hanging low once they were freed.

I’ve spent too much time savoring him already, I thought. Time to get to work. Kneeling down I grabbed the bushy base of his pecker and pointed it towards my mouth. I licked the head, sending shivers through his body. I rolled the tongue around the flared head, tasting the heat and inhaled the working day man musk emanating from him. Grabbing him firmly, I slide him into my mouth. Without any provoking from me, he grabbed my head and started pushing himself deeper. His dick was long and thick – my mouth strained to take him in without scraping him with my teeth. Muscle memory kicked in as he shoved himself into the roof of my mouth and forcing it down my throat. I fought a gag reflex- I’m out of practice it seems!

Thankfully, he pulled back, my lips dragging along his soft yet hard and veiny skin. I took a breath as he shoved back into me, his gilded bush scratching my nose. Once fully in, he grounded himself in my mouth. I took this chance to collapse my throat against him – a trick an ex taught me that feels amazing. He moaned loudly, taking me by surprise. Immediately, he started face fucking me. Hard and deep and fast. I could barely keep up! This young stud was insatiable!

I noticed his hairy balls that were once slapping my stubbly chin had pulled up tight against his body. I grabbed his ass – it was as firm as it looked earlier – and moved my hands into his hairy crack. He didn’t seem to notice (or didn’t care) as I slide my finger down further and further, finding more heat and hair, until I found his hole – puckered and tight. Not giving him time to say ‘no’ I slide my finger into him fast and hard. He half groaned and half screamed, but never stopped the pummeling of my face. His breathing picked up noticeably with each millimeter of finger I slid into him. Matching his rhythm, I pushed in until I found his spot. I flicked it with my fingernail. He inhaled deeply, pushed what felt like his whole body into my mouth, and started flooding me with warm, baby seed.

He came. And came. And came. And came. I lost track after eight enormous blasts of liquid that started out as warm but became hot and salty. I pulled my body back as I wasn’t able to swallow all of it fast enough and I didn’t want cum on my clothes while I waited in the lounge for my car to be done. His body was shaking like a tuning fork as he dumped an amount of man spackle I’ve only seen in porn. His hole squeezed my finger so hard I thought it would snap it off! Thankfully, he pulled out enough for me to suck back in the liquid that was spilling between his hard, thick dick and my lips. I slurped like child eating a popsicle on a hot summer day as I pulled my tortured finger from his hole. That caused his cock to jump and dump another little drop of stuff out, plastering my inside cheek.

He fell back against the stall wall, his cock slinging from my mouth. Semen strung from the back side of his flared head to my lips, hanging in heavy beads along the string, like droplets of liquid pearl. Finally free, I was able to gulp down his deposit, which allowed me to take a deep, needed breath. I sat back on my heels, trying to catch my breath as Zac leaned on the stall door doing the same. His cock, shining with cum and spit, still throbbed with each beat of his heart that lived behind that smooth chest of his. His face, which was blood red during the dumping of his genetic material, now was starting to turn back to its normal color. He opened his eyes, looked at me and smiled a smile of ‘oh my god what just happened and why did I like it so much?’

“Shit!” he said as he stuffed his big ol’ dick into his already tight pants. “I’m gonna be late” he said tucking in his shirt.

“Go. Don’t get in trouble” I replied. “I’ll be out in a minute.” He pulled out his wallet and handed me a card with his name and number: Zac Crooze.

“Don’t finish in here” he said. “Call me after 8. We can meet up and finish this proper!”

I rose up and sat on the toilet, giving my legs a rest. “Yeah?”

“Oh yeah!” he said. “You have a place?”

“I do” I replied.

“Good. We got to finish this” he said as he hurried out of the restroom.

I sat on the toilet, pants still up, a wet spot on the from of my pants. I knew I had to pull my shirt out to hide it when I was going to leave the restroom. But I also knew…I pulled out my phone and checked the time: 6:47PM… in a couple hours, more fun was to be had.

As I sat in the chair of the lounge, I watched Zac from the corner of my eye. He went about his day like nothing ever happened. I wondered if, what I thought was an inexperienced young man, had just fooled me into what he wanted? Was Zac schooling this daddy? Maybe. And I didn’t care. Eight o’clock can’t come soon enough – and neither can I!