Richard Williams sat in his big leather chair behind an expansive…and expensive-looking… desk. I’d never met or ever even seen him before. Coach Conrad had told me they wanted to talk to me at the company owned by Robbie’s dad about the tutoring program. I had been directed to this office by the receptionist. I smiled at the attractive older man as I shook his big strong hand, and then settled into the chair across from him, my bag on my lap. I was mesmerized as I looked into his dark brown eyes.
Richard was a very attractive older man, but looked rather young to have a twenty-something year old son. His modern tailored suit enhanced his toned v-shaped body. His slightly salt-and-pepper hair was parted and gelled back, and what few wrinkles he had were in the very corners of his eyes. He could be as much of a model as his son.
“Very nice to meet you, Kent. I don’t get a chance to meet many of Robbie’s friends,” the older hunk said, giving me a big smile and leaning back in his chair. He rested an elbow on one of the armrests and toyed with a pen in his hand; his other hand, I assume rested in his lap. “I’ve talked to James Conrad and he says your work with the team has been exemplary. We’re…Jim and I, with the other coaches, thinking of expanding the tutoring program to the other teams.”
“Thanks, Mr. Williams,” I replied, excited this hot older man was giving such great news.
“Call me Rick, please,” he responded, shifting his weight in his chair. “We’re both adults here.” He loosened his tie and unbuttoned the top button of his shirt. “Of course, we’ll pay you more…”
“As long as it doesn’t start interfering with my studies and all…Rick,” I interrupted.
“Oh, no,” he said straightening up and leaning forward. “You can continue tutoring but we’ve discussed putting you in charge of interviewing some others to do the tutoring too. Maybe organizing schedules, paperwork, that kind of thing. No, we don’t want to take up all your time. We still need you to help keep Robbie making good grades and all.” He gave me a wink.
We talked for awhile about the specifics of the program. I noticed beads of sweat on his forehead. The room had gotten a bit hot.
“Sorry…just a second. I’ve got to take off this jacket,” apologized Rick. He stood up and pulled off his jacket and lightly threw it onto a nearby leather bench below a bookcase filled with books, sports trophies, and various awards. He then pulled off his tie as he stood there. I noticed his trousers were unzipped, just the white of his briefs showing a bit. He pulled at another button on his shirt as he sat back down.
We talked some more, until he looked at his watch.
“Hey, can we continue this on the way downstairs? I’m usually in the gym by this time everyday. It’s ‘chest day’… and when you get old like me, you can’t miss even one workout.” He stood up and bent over the desk toward me, his palms flat on the desktop. “Sound good?” He gave me a wide, white-toothed grin. Fuck, he was hot.
“Uhm, sure,” I said, grabbing my bag and standing up. I was a bit confused and a bit excited. If nothing else, I might get to see him half-naked.
We walked out of the office to a small elevator marked with a small “private” sign. Rick punched something into a keypad and the doors open. He ushered me in and then followed. He pressed a button and the elevator started. As we traveled down, he pulled his shirt out of his trousers and unbuttoned it. The white t-shirt underneath was molded to his well-built body.
When the elevator stopped we walked out into a bright hallway. Rick pointed to a set of double doors framed by a bank of windows at the end of the hall.
“That’s the exit, by the way.” He then pointed behind us toward what was the lobby of the business, closed off from us by another set of double doors set in a large wall of windows. “That’s access to the lobby and the rest of the building. This is my private area – gym, small apartment, pool…..perks of being the big boss around here,” he chuckled.
We approached a blue door and he punched on another keypad. The door opened up into a spotless complete gym. Every workout machine, weights, mirrored walls, carpets…a very nice set up. We walked to the back into a small plush locker room. Rick pointed to a bench and I sat down.
“That fucker, Jimmy Conrad, has told me a lot of good things about you,” Rick said with a laugh as he pulled off his t-shirt, revealing a thick hairy chest. “He couldn’t say enough good things about you.” He pulled off his belt and unbuttoned his trousers before sitting down beside me to take off his shoes and socks. He leaned forward and placed them in the empty cubby hole. “He said I should get to know you a little better.” He lifted himself up slightly off the bench and pushed his trousers and briefs off in one go. He roughly folded them and placed them above his shoes and socks. “Whatcha think?” he asked his arm resting on his thigh, his hand dropping in front of a huge dangling cock.
My eyes traveled up and down his fit older body. He could have given Coach Conrad a run for his money. He ran a hand over his furry chest down and over his tight abs to his meaty thigh. His finger caressed the tip of the long fat horse cock lolling against his thigh.
I didn’t even think about him being married or even being Robbie’s dad or whatever. All I thought about was how much I wanted that big tasty-looking cock.
“Okay, I’m in,” I muttered as I reached for his cock.
He gave a low growl as my hand grabbed his horse cock and jacked it slightly. I lowered my head to lick at the shiny drop of precum appearing at his piss slit. It sweetly coated my tongue as I felt his hand on the back of my head urging me to take more of his big cockhead into my full mouth.
“C’mon, son, take daddy’s fat cock,” he urged in a guttural whisper. “Yeah, I bet you’ve been wondering about daddy’s big ole piece of wood. Is it good as Conrad’s big fuckin’ schlong?”
I choked a bit as his cock hit the back of my throat. I tried to lift off him, but his hand and up-thrusting hips forced him further in. I gagged and pulled away. I looked up at him, his face blank. Then he grinned and wiped at the saliva and precum around my mouth.
“You like my big baseball-bat daddycock?”
I nodded my head.
“I love a young guy taking my fat prick. Jim told me you might like some of this long fat daddy meat.”
I nodded my head again sheepishly.
“I hope we can keep this just between us. Robbie doesn’t need to know I’ve been feeding you my cock. Understand?”
“Yes, sir,” I responded softly. I wondered what he’d think of his son seducing me onto his fat young cock, and then fucking the hell out of my tight college boy ass. Big cocks seemed to run in this family.
He patted my head and urged me to my feet. I pulled off my shirt as he pulled at my shorts. His hand ran over my cock and balls. His hands explored up and down my young body, enjoying my small frame and tight skin.
He made his way back to my cock and took it inside his mouth. He sucked it in and then pulled off of it, leaving it dripping with spit. He sucked it in again and started on a rhythm of pulling almost off it before sucking it back in. His rhythm got faster, his tongue darted and twisted around my cockhead. My hands grabbed at the crisp gelled strands of hair on his head as his throaty groans vibrated around my cock.
“Slow down or I’m going to cum,” I moaned pulling at his hair as another hand roamed his muscled chest until it found a hard nip. I pulled at his nip, twisted it.
“Mmm-hmmm,” he sighed, as his hands cupped my ass cheeks and kneaded them roughly.
He pressed my buttocks to him and I scuttled toward him on my tiptoes, forcing my cock all the way into his throat. Precum dripped out of his cock, leaving a trail of slime on my leg as his cockhead pressed into me. Rick pulled off my cock with a choking pop.
“Fuck, boy, I wanna taste your load in my mouth. You gonna give daddy that sweet salty college boy cum?”
“Yeah, daddy,” I answered in a broken hoarse whisper.
“Tell me. Say ‘Take my cum, daddy”…tell me. Give it to me,” he grunted looking up at me and pushing back thick shards of hair. He popped back onto my cock, still looking at me with his dark eyes.
“Take my cum, daddy,” I answered as my hands ran over his cheeks feeling the rough five-o’clock shadow. “Feel my load on your tongue. Taste my thick college boy jizz.”
He had started milking me with his lips, going up and down on me faster. I twisted my nips as his tongue swirled around my cockhead. I twisted my left nip hard and felt my load rise up from my tight nuts.
“Fuck!” I cried as my hips bucked against his face.
“Uh-huh. Uh-huh, uh-huh,” he gurgled as he took my hot salty spunk. His lips locked against the back of my cockhead as he slurped and tongued the last drips and dribbles. I felt his body shake as he shot his own big load onto my leg.
I was still twitching as he pulled off my cock wiping his mouth on his forearm. He doubled over and grabbed at my leg to lick off his load. He soon sat up and grabbed my sides. He grinned at me, a big drop of cum in the cleft of his chin. I reached out and scooped the drop of cum onto my fingertip and wiped it across his lips. He gave his lips a good swipe of his tongue and chuckled.
“Can I see you again?” he asked me, his hands caressing up and down my sides.
“Yes, Sir,” I told him, rubbing his hairy chest.
“Would you let me fuck you?”
“Yeah,” I told him, smiling. I pulled away and reached for my phone inside my bag. I noticed one missed call before getting Rick’s private number.
He said he was going to work out with the taste of me in his mouth. I got dressed and grabbed my bag. I walked, slightly disheveled into the hallway. I looked at my phone. He had put his number in as “Daddy Rick”. I laughed to myself.
I looked at who had called me as I walked to the exit. It was Robbie. He left a message about going to grab a pizza with the boys. I pushed the heavy exit door open and the sunlight blinded me for a second.
“Hey!”
I turned to my right and shaded my eyes as Robbie walked toward me.
“I forgot you had a meeting with Rick. How’d it go?”
“Your dad is a nice guy,” I answered, nervously shifting my bag to my other shoulder.
“My dad?” Robbie answered, looking puzzled.
“Yeah, Richard…your dad.”
Robbie laughed loudly. “Rick’s not my dad…he’s my eldest brother. My dad, Robert, is semi-retired, and Rick’s in charge now. That’s why dad is so concerned with me, the baby of the bunch. Anyway, I hope Ricky wasn’t a big prick. He can be a jackass motherfucker sometimes.”
“Oh, no, he was great. He’s going to expand the tutor program. Yeah, he was just great.”
“That’s good. Ricky and Coach Conrad used to play baseball together. Folks say they were pretty hot players back in the day,” Robbie laughed. “How about grabbing a pizza with me and the guys?”
“Uhm, yeah, sure,” I answered, but all I was thinking about was Rick’s big baseball-bat cock and whether his younger brother’s was going to be the dessert later tonight.