I don’t usually pick up with guys I don’t know…especially not in public…but this guy was pushing all my buttons…and he seemed to know it. I love a scruffy looking jock boy…with a friendly smile. And it’s like he was in uniform…just asking to be fucked…the backwards cap…the “rough ruggers” t-shirt…a few tattoos…a pair of Levi’s and some shit kicker boots.
"What’s your name, pops?" he asked me.
Did the cocky little jock just call me “pops”…really?! I should just kick the shit out of him with his own boots, I thought.
"I’m not yer daddy, sport." I sneered back at him.
He just smiled his cocky, sexy smile and my own dick started betraying me…getting all chubby in my cargo shorts. He slid his hand under his t-shirt casually…scratching his belly like cocky guys do without even thinking about it. I heard a female voice holler, “Coach! Ice coffee with cream and sugar?” I grabbed my drink and thanked her…turning to leave, when I bumped right into the sexy fucker…goosing him smack in the ass.
"Oops…sorry, sport." I apologized.
"No problem, ‘coach’," he grinned…"actually it was my pleasure! Coffee always have this effect on you?" he asked…turning around, and brazenly cupping my crotch…right there, in the middle of the god damn Starbucks! I brushed his hand away and looked him right in the eye.
"Nah, sport…that’s the Viagra getting my cunt buster primed for a date this afternoon." I shot back. I heard him suck in a deep breath as I turned and walked out to my truck. Before I could even click unlock on my key fob, the persistent little dude was at my side.
"Excuse me, coach. I don’t mean to be rude or anything…but I’d consider it an honor to take the edge off ya before your date…that is, if you’d have any interest at all…I mean…a hole’s a hole, right? My place is just a few minutes away."
I turned to look at him. The smile was still there, but a little less cocky..and a lot more…I dunno…earnest, maybe. My traitorous cock was snaking down the leg of my shorts…getting harder by the second. But as horny as I was, I sensed…this young buck was even hornier. He didn’t just want it…and even though he wasn’t exactly begging for it…yet…I could tell he needed it. I studied his lean frame for a minute and felt the first squirt of precum drip from my piss slit as I imagined his tight, furry ass enveloping my thick cock. I took one menacing step toward him as he backed up to the side of my pickup…reached one hand up to his increasingly nervous face…and gave him a playful little slap on the cheek.
"Get in, sport," I growled…"lets make this quick."
I drove him to his place and followed him around the back to his workshop. He tugged his jeans down…wasn’t wearing underwear…and sat on a table in the middle of the room…eying me cautiously. I stepped between his legs…pushing them open wider with my hands on his thighs, and leaned down to kiss him…no time for niceties…we went straight to sucking face…hungrily! He slid his hands under my shirt and ran them up my furry belly to my chest…mashing my tits with his palms.I raised my arms and he pushed my shirt up over my head and tossed it on the floor.
I would have liked to have more time…to suck face…suck his cock…have him suck mine…but I was in a hurry. I pushed him back on the table and lifted his legs…pants still around his ankles…and shoved them up and back…til his ass raised up to my face. I spit on his furry pucker and buried my face in his cheeks…licking my saliva over his hot hole. I licked and chewed all over his taint and ass for a minute or two, then spit on it again.
"Grab yer knees, sport," I ordered him, as I shoved my shorts down. I grabbed him by the thighs and slid my hard thick cock over his nuts and shaft.
"You ready for this, sport?"
"Hell yeah, coach…fuck me!"
I pounded the poor kid senseless…and he never so much as whimpered….just a “unnhhh, shit” when he came the first time…a “holy fuck” when he busted the second time…and a “fuck yeah, coach” when I grunted and churned my load into his ass.
30 minutes after we’d left, I was dropping him back off at his car…with a promise that I’d be back after my date…with my architect…who was probably gonna be a little miffed that I was 15 minutes late. But I figure that cocksucker is gonna love the taste of this boy’s ass on my dick anyway. Win, win…