It was summer and Dave was about to head off to college. He was not your typical 18 year old. At 5'10, with a muscular but not bulky build, it was his masculine all american jock features that made the handsome young man stand out. That said, he never gotten much pussy. In fact, he only had sex once despite being the highschool heart throb. Despite this causing Dave some level of anxiety, he had so many quality traits both physically and personably, that he was almost always the talk of the town. An extremely handsome jock who wasn't a douchebag.
Dave was also a phenomenal athlete. He played soccer in the fall, basketball in the winter, and lacrosse in the Spring. He was the quintessential school jock. The guys wanted to be him, and the girls wanted to be with him. He was muscular but lean, with a limited amount of body hair, brown, curly hair on his head, and beautiful blue eyes.
There was just one problem. Dave wasn't anywhere near ready to admit it, but he liked men. And I don't mean guys his age or at all similar to him. Dave had only a couple wet dreams during those highschool years, but they were always with a 50+ year old man. Despite his alpha jock persona around school, he often found himself fantasizing about giving a bj to a big, alpha dom top who was at least 55. Whenever he caught himself daydreaming he would feel guilty and depressed. He truly did not know what was wrong with him...why did he sweat in heat thinking about blowing a hung, beefy big guy over 55 when the rest of his bro's were into boobs? As his thiughts spiraled, he would often wonder whether there something chemically wrong with his brain.
For as long as he could recall, Dave had always fantasized about really big daddies and their hung cocks. The perfect image in his head was of a 55-60 year old who was 6'5 and 280-300lbs of beef, with an uncut 8 in cock. He imagined the beefcake feeding him his man meat while he kneeled between both godly thunder thighs. There was nothing that turned Dave on more than that image. Ever since he had gone through puberty at the age of 12-13, he couldn't get his mind out of this intoxicating gutter. The first time he jerked off at around 13, he envisioned giving a blowjob to his dad's 6'2" overweight boss named Todd. Objectively, at 54 yrs old and about 40-50 lbs overweight at 280, not many people commented on Todd's "good looks." But Dave didn't care. There was nothing that drove him to the brink of orgasm faster than thinking about servicing Todd under his desk while he was on a work call yelling at Dave's own biological "dad."
One night Dave was driving home from a highschool party. It was around midnight and he was being careful, but his heart still skipped a beat as he noticed the lights of a cop car start flashing behind him. He had 3-4 drinks and was likely below the 0.08 legal limit, but as an 18 year old there was no threshold. He was screwed.
Shaking slightly, Dave pulled off on the shoulder and parked. He anxiously found his wallet and pulled out his license as well as his registration from the glove box. While he had only been going 5 mph over the speed limit, he was so scared. Would his college of choice pull his acceptance letter because of this instance? The thought was enough to give Dave a full blown panic attack.
Before he knew it, the frame of a 6'6" 350 lb black cop was almost at his door. Dave flinched and immediately rolled the window down. "Hello officer," Dave's voice cracked. "I...I didn't see that stop sign in the dark back there," he stammered.
"Where you coming from boy?" The officer barked.
"My friends birthday," Dave answered, "Jus'..just trying to get home," he stammered as the knot in his throat built.
Officer Harrison was a massive, 55 yr old, beefy black man. He was 6'6" 350lbs and crispy in all the right places. His girthy belly protruded outward, but was well supported proportionally by his thick arms and legs. Dave noticed how large the officer's hands were as he handed over both his license and registration. Officer Harrison's tight uniform only accentuated his bearish, sturdy figure. Many times he had noticed women's eyes start to wander over to his bulge as he asked them whether they knew why they were being pulled over.
The young athlete tensed up and could feel the back of his head prickle. Something was coming over him that he couldn't explain. Dave's face flushed a deep red as Officer Harrison flashed his light into the young man's blue eyes...examining the boy's license picture against the submissive, humiliated jock frozen within the tractor beam of his flashlight.
Officer Harrison knew how stressed Dave was. Seeing the veins along the boy's forehead expand, combined with the fear in his eyes, was enough to inform Harrison that this young man was both confused and distressed. Officer Harrison had seen Dave plenty of times on various sports fields over the past few years. He had taken note that despite the boy's physical prowess and athletic success, Dave's parents were never present as they both held corporate jobs. Officer Harrison put the two together; at the same time remembering how every now and then one of these young boys also needed a daddy. Seeing Dave's blush face and the expression he gave as he choked up a few answers to some simple questions, was enough for Officer Harrison to know he had found a potential boy to nuture.
