Cute College Kid Sits on Daddy's Lap

 Near Home—October, 2025

 

I wasn’t planning to go back.  I knew I was playing on Halloween.  Don’t take the time, I told myself.  Save the money.  But my hard dick won over my brain.  I went back to the bookstore the very next day.  A Wednesday afternoon.  It was packed…

 

There are 10 or 12 men in the room as I enter.  Surprisingly, one of the few empty chairs, is the one a bud had designated my throne, front and center.  I sit down and, in moments, my cock flops out.  I work to stiffen it up as I look around the room.  Shaved Head is sucking a guy in the back corner.  A handsome young Black man is jerking a sizable dick as he scrolls through his phone.  Other men are kneading their bulge.

Shy One, Shaved Head’s partner, comes over to me.  He asks if he can start me off.  “I need some of that Louisville Slugger.”  I am secretly thrilled—I love his mouth and his thirst for pleasing cock.  He kneels and takes me to the root the very first instant.  Then he goes to work.  My cock is soon wet and dripping.

A guy a seat away is inspired by the action.  He unzips and strokes to our sex.   Shy One goes to my balls.  I groan audibly—loud enough for the Black guy to look up from his phone.  He smiles and gives me a head nod.  Shy One works up the length of my dick with his tongue and deep throats me once more.  We both sense his partner is now watching us.  Shy One gives way to him. 

Shaved Head kneels and begins sucking me.  I like what SH does with my dick—but it always feels slightly toothy after his partner.  I know he has just taken a load from the guy he was sucking seated behind me—and that makes my cock drip all the more.  He sucks me for some time, but tires faster than usual—and the two of them take off.

The Black guy on his phone has been searching online for a younger man (than any of us in this room) to suck him.  He’s found him.  The guy walks in and goes directly to him.  He drops to his knees and is quickly rewarded with a load down his throat.  They both take off.

Cute College Kid comes in.  I love his smile when he registers that I’m here.  He sits next to me, takes out his cock and gets it hard.  He leans over and whispers: “Today I need to get fucked.”

Great.

We stroke to the porn for a moment.  Then I slip to the floor and suck his cock.  He murmurs his approval.  All too fast he pulls his dick out of my mouth so he won’t blow his load too soon.

“Let’s move around back…”

We move to the two seats near the gay screen—now vacant after Shaved Head got the guy off.  CCK removes his pants.  I kneel and suck him one more time.  He hunkers down in the seat, pulling his legs up so my tongue can just reach his ass crack.  He moves more—so I can connect with his hole.  Soon, he is beating his cock as I tongue fuck him.

“I want your dick.”  I try to enter him in this position.  It’s not going to work.  I ask him to get on all fours, but he doesn’t like that position.  (News to me—I have fucked him that way countless times.)  I sit in my chair.  “Ride me.”

His eyes get big.  I add more lube and he lowers himself onto my cock.  It feels great—his ass is clinging to every inch of my dick.  He moans, loving how full he feels.  He begins slowly moving up and down.  Soon, he is truly riding me, pushing his ass down my entire length.  He groans.  The guys across from us watch and stroke.  CCK keeps it up until he’s ready to blow his load.  He pulls off my cock, spins and feeds me his cum—spurt after spurt.

I clean him up, getting every drop.  He sits and busies himself with his phone.  I know that soon enough, there will be a second load coming my way…

*

Cute College Kid is hard again.  We move around to the chairs we started in.  He idly plays with a guy sitting to his right.  He fondles the cock, but the guy won’t let him suck it.  But it gets CCK hot.  Hot enough to turn to me and whisper “Quick, take it!”  I slip to the floor and get his second load.  He takes off—happy and with significantly lighter balls…

I stroke.   Other men filter out of the room.

A man my age has been watching me since I arrived.  He has a neatly trimmed grey bread and a pleasant face.  He comes over, asks politely to suck me, and kneels.  Oh, yeah.  His mouth is just what I need.  He knows all the tricks I love.  His tongue is everywhere.  Balls.  Shaft.  Dripping cock head.   The amount of suction he builds up almost sends me over the edge—but not quite.  He works me until he has to stretch.

Another man, a few years younger, takes a turn.  If he had been on me before the bearded guy, I would have really liked his mouth, but after him, he is nothing special.  But it is fun—and he loves to stroke himself as he sucks.  He even comes back for a second round.

One of the men openly jerking to Cute College Kid riding me, was a mixed-race man I have never seen before.  He had a nice seven-incher and loved beating it to our fuck.  I wanted him in my mouth—but he took off soon after CCK pulled off me and fed me his first load.  But he seemingly didn’t leave the parking lot—for he comes back in.  He sits where he can look right at me. 

We both stroke.  Now I’m not sure who wants who on their knees.  I nod.  He nods.  I go over.  Is he going to reach for my dick or have me kneel.  A moment—and I kneel.  I take him into my mouth.  He sighs.  His dick is damp with precum.  I love the taste—somehow sweeter than CCK’s.  I work hard.  He even opens his pants more so I can suck his big ball sack.  But I can’t quite get him over the edge.  His cock actually wilts a little after my 10-minute workout.  He thanks me profusely—and goes into the restroom.  Damn, I would have taken his piss in a heartbeat…

I need to shoot.  I find the bearded cocksucker.  I stand in front of him and let him work on me.  I grab the sides of his head and begin to face fuck him.  He groans—letting me know how much he likes this.

“I’m gonna shoot,” I mutter.  “Take my load.”

He pulls away from me.  “I don’t swallow.  I don’t even like cum in my mouth,”

I stand dumbfounded.  My impending orgasm truly side-tracked. 

I look around the room—but so many men have left throughout my playing with others, there is no one left.  I look again at the bearded guy.  He won’t meet my eyes.

Why suck dick if you don’t want the prize?