Lots of Guns

A meet-cute at the gun range and an even cuter relationship.

Gunshots ring out from behind the counter, and my head drops into my shoulders. Before you panic, this isn’t a soon-to-be crime scene. I’m at the county gun range, teaching myself some lethal self-defense. We can get into specifics of that later, but let’s just say it’s because of an abusive ex and a few dodgy jobs. But I won’t dampen my mood with blasts from the pasts as I enter a new chapter of my life, starting with protecting myself properly. I pick up a 9 millimeter borrowed from the front desk, place large ear muffs around my ears, and move into the range itself. Feeling like a complete badass, I cock my gun just like in the movies and—BANG! I set off my gun on accident. Luckily, it hits the ceiling of the range’s shooting side, so no harm done, but I could start to feel myself shake, maybe at the recoil my arms just experienced. I breathed heavily, and when a large paw thumped at my shoulder, I jumped. I turn around, and a drop-dead handsome young DILF reaches out to my gun. Sharp nose, short brown beard, communicative eyes, and very slutty large glasses. And he’s touching me. I feel the beginning uncomfortable tightness in my cock.
“Hey there. Looks like you may need some help?” He asks with a white smile. I kind of melt, but I know I should grow some independence. Also, this is just some nice guy I’m perving on.
“I’m good. Just practicing my aim.” I say a little shakily.
“Nonsense. Here.” He comes up behind me, just like in the romcoms, and my heart melts a little more. Ok, so more perving. As he’s instructing me and adjusting my form, I nudge a little back to feel his crotch. I’m just curious, ok? Sue me. I feel something big, must be at least semi-hard. Interesting.
“Pay attention. Hold it here, and put your thumb here.” He said, tapping my wrist.” I nodded and followed his orders.
“Okay, you’re ready. Take the shot.” He says, putting on his headphones. I fire a few shots, hitting around the outer loops of the canvas. He shoots me a dad-like thumbs up that almost had me drooling, and moved to his aisle.

The entire rest of the time, I focused on imagining peeling off the layers of clothing on Mr. DILF. Was he hairy? Please god, let him be hairy. His tight jeans suggested a muscular, beefy build, but I couldn’t tell much under his sweatshirt. He looked around thirty years old, maybe a little older. He looked up and I instantly shot my gaze back to my aisle. I doubt he noticed.

When I was packing up my things, I saw him approach me, my stomach tossing. I’m not sure why people call it “butterflies,” when it’s more like a laundry machine spinning your stomach.
“Good work out there, I see you really improved!” He said, patting me on the back.
“If you want to celebrate, I’m assuming this is your first time at the range, I’d like to take you to drinks?” He asked and paused, staring into my eyes. I was a little shocked, especially at someone this handsome. I knew I looked good, but damn. This guy was hot. And he had these kind, emotional eyes.
“Yes. But I can’t do tonight. How about tomorrow?” We exchanged phone numbers and I left, a definite jump in my step.

When I got home, Madi was waiting for me with Mac and cheese she had made. “So you know what happened today at the gun range?” She rolled her eyes at me even entering this place.
“I saw this hot DILF, not like actually I think he was still fairly young, but hot, and he…asked me out.” She squealed.
“COLEE! Show me a photo.” She said, jumping a little.
“I don’t have one, Madi I just met him!” She rolled her eyes again, something she clearly does often, even at my completely reasonable answer.
“I’m so happy for you. It’s gonna be so much fun and your type is totally daddies.” She said and my face heated.
“We’ll see how it goes.” I said, but I was getting my hopes up.

‘Tomorrow night’ came quickly, and I threw on my nicest crew neck and white slacks before grabbing an uber to the restaraunt Mr. DILF, who set his name in my phone to Daxton.

I entered the restaurant and he flagged me down, and I sickly quickly walked over.
“You look great.” He said and stood to pull in my chair. Wow, princess treatment already?
“Thank you. You look very nice.” We continued pleasantries and slowly talked more. I learned that he was a cop, had been for five years. He eventually got to a story about his first experience with a gun, probably to make me feel better about mine, that had me snorting water from laughter. It was nice. My cheeks hurt from smiling and laughing. At the end of the night, I was feeling very good. Warm, bubbly. The waiter came by with the check but he quickly took out his blue Amex and gestured for me to put my wallet down. Nice. Hot. His beard and forehead was slightly perspiring, and my dick started growing again. As we stepped out of the restaurant, I opened my phone to call an uber.
“I can drive you. It’s no problem.” Feeling warm and very attracted right now, I followed him to his truck. The whole way, he had 70’s songs playing, and I felt comfortable silence as I sang along quietly, as he asked me about how I knew each song, etc.

We arrived at my apartment building, and I sat still. He leaned forward to give me a goodbye kiss, but I leaned in harder. I tasted his thick lips, beard fluffy and scratching at
My face. He deepened the kiss, taking control and wiping his tongue around my mouth. I let him explore, and after around thirty seconds we came up for air.
“You-you wanna go on another date?” I asked.
“Right now?” He said, humor hinting at his eyes. I laughed a little.
“How about Wednesday?” I said. He nodded, giving me one last kiss on the lips. And came around to open my door. Unnecessary, but sweet. Ok, I had to go in for another loss. I know, I know, but he was hot. And kind. And funny. I reached up and kissed him again. This time, he backed me up against the hood of the car. He deepened the kiss again. Licking at my mouth, as he his hands softly pet my crotch. I moaned, hard, as he continued this for a few more seconds, then pulled away. His cheeks were red and he breathed hard.
“Have a nice evening, Cole.” He said as he walked me to the door and got back in his truck.
“See you Wednesday?” I said. He nodded. Adjusting my hard cock, I went inside.

I debriefed Madi, who I later learned watched that second kiss from our blurry doorbell camera. Luckily, not too many scandalous details showed up, though she casted it our television to double check.
“He’s hot!” She said. I nodded excitedly and she shrieked.

Daxton

The cute boy from the gun range won’t get out of my head. I’m a patrol officer in the LAPD, meaning I mostly drive around a specified area until I’m needed to answer a call. And those don’t happen that often, so I have a lot of time to think. Should I shave? Some people thoroughly enjoy my thick chest hair and pubes, but others dislike it. Maybe just trim the pubes. I was bigger than him physically, and I could only imagine my hand dwarfing that his little co—I shook my head, focusing on the road.

Cole

I drove to Daxton’s house, as we agreed on dinner and a movie on his sofa. It wasn’t entirely a ploy to get into his pants—I also wanted to see him a little more relaxed and casual. I arrived at a nicer apartment building than mine, where he buzzed me in. I took the elevator, and when I knocked on his door, my breath escaped my chest. A clean, tight button-down shirt was rolled up to his high forearm, revealing a strong and hairy arm. Score. He gave me a quick kiss and let me in. He had made homemade pizza we can eat while we watch.

After dinner and a comfortable conversation, we moved to the couch. His body sprayed out so sexily, I had to explore a little.
“Can I…” I said, gesturing for his shirt. He shrugged then nodded, his arms still splayed wide on the couch, I crawled near him, and opened that button where brown hairs were crawling out of all night. I popped one button, and more gorgeous hair was revealed. Another, and I could already see a delicious chest covered in brown hair, curling at the end from sweat. I stifled a moan. His hand came to rest on the widening hole in his shirt.
“I can shave it if you want. Some people like that.” He said. I shook my head a little too hard.
“Don’t you dare take away this sexy, hairy chest.” I said smoothing my hand against his and peeling it away from my prize, I opened his shirt all the way, delighted to see his entire torso covered in dark brown hair. Keeping eye contact with his unsure eyes, still not believing me I liked this, I went right between his meaty chest and slurped at the accumulated sweat and thick hair. I suckled on the hairs, moaning a little. His eyebrows shot up. I licked down, happily devouring a thick happy trail. His arms tensed and flexed, and I saw large muscles pulling against his sleeves. Hot.
“Your body is so fucking hot, Daxton.” I said. Massaging his two pecs, I ground against his crotch with mine. I could tell he was a little exhausted from cooking and keep on up conversation, so I just gently massaged his pecs and torso. I was completely over the moon about this body. His personality was amazing, yes, but did I expect a muscular, hairy body that screamed masculinity? No.