I went into the small auto supply store just before noon on a Saturday. All the stores in the neighborhood were supposedly closed for the Sabbath, but this one was open with the lights out, so as not to advertise its violation of local practice. The guy filling in for his boss, the owner, was behind the counter, wearing a muscle T and jeans that fit like a second skin. I sized him up as a stunningly macho stud at the same time that I sensed he had sized me up as – well . . . uh . . . not to put too fine a point on it -- a pussy faggot. I practically gulped when I saw him and barely was able to find my voice to ask for a gas tank cap (I had managed to lose one from the car I had borrowed from a friend). This guy disappeared to get the cap and, when he came back, blatantly overcharged me for it to show his contempt for what he recognized me to be. Under the circumstances I couldn't protest and frankly I really didn't mind, because it was worth it just to see up close this magnificent hunk of manhood. I wanted so-o-o-o-o much just to kneel down right there on the spot and suck his dick, but I was afraid to say anything like that. So I turned and went out the door, but once I was out I thought, "oh hell, don't be such a coward,give it a chance." At least with him on the other side of the counter he couldn't beat me up if he was a basher.
So, I went back in, having noted that it was almost noon, and asked when he was locking up. He asked "Why." And I screwed up the courage to ask, "Would you by any chance like a blow job?" I thought I might fall through the floor during the moments he stared at me without answering. But then he sneeringly chuckled, and said, "Yeah I figured you was a faggot. I could just kick your pussy ass down the street, but . . . what the fuck, sure, you can suck my dick, maybe more." I was hugely relieved he had not gotten violent and even more that he agreed. But the "maybe more" made my spirits soar. This could be really great. "You think you can handle my big dick?" he asked as he lifted the barrier for me to come behind the counter. I nodded. To be honest I was scared shitless as to how this would go, but – hey -- why else is life an adventure?
We walked along an aisle of shelves crammed with stock, toward a window at the back, then turned right and went into a dark corner. There was no hesitation or rigmarole. He just opened his jeans (nothing under!) and pulled them down to his knees. His big dick was bared and all I had to do was approach, kneel, and start to work. He's a big tough-looking guy who you'd expect could be pretty rude and rough. But he was actually gentle and considerate. He was quick on the uptake and soon figured out that I would like him to talk nasty to me while I sucked his cock and balls. I can't remember exactly what he said except that it was so dirty it really turned me on. It made me work twice as hard to give him a good time and I had little trouble taking in his shaft all the way to the hilt. I was hoping it wouldn't end too soon and he obliged by holding back a long time. So, in fact, my jaws were getting sore by the time he blew his load, but the gushing reward of hot creamy cum was worth any amount of effort. It was really great getting to suck off a guy who is so much man. When he was finished I licked and sucked his balls some more.
He got into it and pulled out and turned around. So I ended up rimming him as well. I was hoping that would stir him up enough to get another hard-on, so he could fuck me. When he turned around again, I couldn't tell at first because his dick was sort of at half-mast. But then he reached into one of his jeans pockets and pulled out a condom. "You want me to fuck you, too?"
"Omigod, yesss!" I exclaimed.
"You really like this stuff, don't you?"
Moans of ecstasy from me answered the equivalent of "yes". I stood, whipped my jeans off and turned to give him access, as he stroked his cock to get it fully hard, then rolled on the rubber. He spat into his hand and lubed his shaft, then, grabbing my hips, he aimed right at my pucker. I pushed down inside to be able to receive him without too much pain. It hurt anyway, but I could not have cared less.
Because he had already come before, it took longer this time, but that only made it better. He began gently and only gradually became rougher. Before long he was going at it really hot and heavy, slamming against my ass hard enough to make my teeth rattle (if I hadn't been bracing myself instead). His grunting and groaning turned me on so much that by the time he exploded in me I also came, shooting all over the floor. I thanked my lucky stars I had not chickened out on asking him in the first place. When he pulled off the rubber it was full of cum and his dick was coated. I licked his cock clean and then sucked the rest of his man juice out of the condom.
As I pulled up my jeans, he said, "Get the fuck out of here fast and make sure nobody sees you leaving from the front door."
Whenever I pass that store on a Saturday morning I wonder if I should go in and inquire about some spark plugs.