Cute College Kid Helps Me Heal

 Near Home—September, 2025

My penis healed.  Slowly.  One of my least favorite parts of aging is how much longer it takes my body to deal with cuts and scrapes.  I finally ventured back to the bookstore.  I was leery of just letting anyone deal with my dick—but maybe, I thought, I would have a session of just me doing the sucking.  Note to self:  Never Make Plans…

 

I get out of my car.  Parking at the same time is a man around my age.  He is a talker.  He is hailing me the moment he opens his car door while I am locking mine.  He walks in with me, telling me a story about a problematic cashier at a big box store.  I don’t have to respond.  He doesn’t give me any air space to do it, even if I wanted.  I pay.  He pays and is right on my heels, so we go into the theatre together.  He makes a beeline to sit near the gay screen.  I avoid my usual chair in the middle and sit as far away from him as possible on the opposite wall—which means I can only see the straight screen. 

I take out my hardening dick.  I lube it up well.  I stroke—and all is fine.

Except this new guy is now being vocal about what’s happening on the screen.  “Look at the size of his dick.  How can that guy take it so easily?”

Other men (there are maybe five more of us) look away, not wanting to engage.  Soon they physically move away from him. 

One of them is the guy with the long mustache.  He asks if he can suck me.  I tell him, in a low voice, what’s up with my dick.  He commiserates and wants reassurance it wasn’t his tooth that did it.  I reassure him that it’s not.

The talkative guy now comes over to join us.  He sits a chair away.

“Let me suck that beauty,” he volunteers.

I shake my head. 

He makes a few more comments, now about the women on the screen.  We all ignore him and minutes later, the guy falls asleep, emitting an occasional snore.

The whole room is relieved.  The guy with the long mustache finds a willing guy and goes to work.  I watch them and the screen.

The door opens.  In comes Cute College Kid—without his trademark black framed glasses.  His hair is slightly longer.  He is looking hotter than ever—no longer cute, but outright handsome.  He sits on the other side of the sleeping guy and takes out his cock.  He looks right at me.  Now at his dick.  And back at me.

Perfect.

I get up and kneel in front of him.  His cock is just above average, but he is a copious precummer.  I slurp away on him as he writhes in pleasure.  He stops me for a moment, so he can push his jeans down to his ankles.  Now I can get to his balls with ease.  They are fragrant after half a day in the hot weather.  I lick them clean—then suck his cock again.  But I want more of his ball scent.  I lick my way down again.  I lift them with my left hand and lick under them.  I spend a long time there before my tongue snakes down his perineum.  He scootches down in the chair so my tongue can touch his pucker.

He groans the moment I lick him there.  Loud enough I’m afraid he’ll wake the snoring talker.  But no.  I begin to lick up and down his ass crack.  But CCK wants more.  He motions for me to stop and we go around the corner to the gay screen.  He strips completely but for socks and kneels in the wide chair.

I pick up where I left off, my tongue all over his ass crack.  Now I can slowly zero in on his hole.  Soon, I am tongue fucking him and he is beating his cock.  He moans again.

“Please…” he mumbles.

I know what he wants.  The last thing I’d thought I’d do today is fuck…but I stand up and slide into him.  He grunts out his satisfaction.  He actually stops jerking himself so he won’t shoot.  His ass is super wet.  And hot. 

“I want it…” he murmurs. 

And I want it.  My cock is more than ready, even after this short time inside him.  I plunge deep and I can feel my balls empty into him.  It’s a weeks-worth of semen.  It is not an explosive orgasm, but it feels great, shooting inside him.  I fuck in it.  And churn it.  I pull out and go to my knees to felch some of it.

He starts stroking again as I eat his freshly fucked hole.  Suddenly, he wriggles around, rolling to sit—so he can feed me his dick.  He gets it into my mouth just before he spurts out a massive amount of cum.  Spurt and spurt.  I savor and swallow.  And swallow.  And lick him clean as he writhes in pleasure.

He pulls me up to look me square in the face.  “Thank you, Daddy,” he whispers.

I smile, before catching the last drool out of his dick…

*

When I got home, I checked my dick.  It was slightly red where the scrape had been…but just fine…