Last Sunday, I was eating a quiet lunch alone at a diner when I noticed something distracting. Or should I say, someone distracting. That someone was an extremely handsome man; a man much older than my 23 year-old self. He was big and rugged, with a closely cropped beard, effortlessly exuding confidence. His white polo was tucked into his jeans, and I couldn't help but spy his thick, hirsute arms bulging in the sleeves, and bushy chest hair bursting out from the collar. All in all, he was exactly my type.
As the meal went on I found myself entranced by this older gentleman. The domineering way he carried himself made him ooze alpha. As if to prove his patriarchal mastery, his beautiful wife and kids were all dressed and preened immaculately, the offspring in matching uniform to their parents. I thought back to my rambunctious family at restaurants on Sundays during childhood and chuckled at our disorder. We looked feral compared to them!
As I continued to glance (let's be honest, stare) at my delectable DILF, our eyes managed to cross paths on several occasions. On the first, I swore he did a slight double take with just his pupils. To be honest, I'm sort of used to that. I'm a cute, lean, tall, brown haired, blue-eyed guy, and in our big city it's not uncommon for me to get male attention. But rarely do I notice an obviously straight man - with his family, to boot! - take interest in me. I blushed when our eyes met again. This time he smirked.
His smirk said it all. He looked at me so knowingly you'd think there was a neon sign on my forehead that said "COCKSUCKER". And if there was it wouldn't have been wrong. I am a cocksucker, and usually don't really care, but the way he caught me gawking him, and his condescending grin, made me boil with shame... and lust. I love a cocky guy. I felt my prick filling, and since I was going commando it began to show.
We continued to steal looks for another few minutes, him sometimes boring his eyes into me, other times doing that enraging smirk. I wasn't sure if he was into me, thought I was weird, or was messing with me, but I giggled to myself like a teenager as my cock thickened at this Daddy's coy game.
I was lightly stroking my now-hard rod over my basketball shorts, moaning as the smooth fabric tickled my tip, when he completely cut me off. He re-engaged with his family, and I decided I was probably being a little creepy, so I stopped checking him out and went back to scrolling the news.
After a few more minutes of dining I got up to use the restroom. I peed in the private room then checked myself out in the mirror. I thought I looked good and hoped the Daddy thought so, too. Satisfied that I had maybe turned him on, I went to unlock the door. As I started to twist the handle, it turned with me and the door opened hurriedly. Someone slipped in and closed it.
"Well if it isn't the little faggot."
I looked up and gasped when I saw the man I'd been swooning over. I stared wide-eyed as he smiled and locked the door. His frame was much larger than mine and he was clearly stronger. He also had a few inches on me even though I'm 6 foot. In short, I wasn't getting passed him. He looked at me with a menacing grin and pointed to the floor.
"Go on, get on your knees, faggot."
I started trembling and felt sweat forming in my pits.
"W-w-wha?"
"I said, 'get on your knees, faggot.' I saw you looking at me. I know you're a cocksucker and I know you want it, so get on your knees. I'm gonna give you my 'cock' so you can 'suck' it. Go on."
He glared at me impatiently and I thought about the situation in a split second. Sure this was fucked up, but he's right, I did want it. This guy was pretty much my dream Daddy and my cock was hard as hell. And it didn't hurt that I'm a kinky bottom who likes a man in control. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity! I had to do it.
