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Paul walked into the front door of the bodega. It smelled like stale coffee and cardboard. He walked directly to the drinks, grabbed a pop, and walked up to the counter.
The man that greeted him was gorgeous. Shining white teeth, a thick, black beard, and warm, inviting eyes. Paul's stomach dropped and his hole twitched.
"Hey there, man," the cashier said.
"Hi..." Paul said.
He rubbed the palms of his hands on his thighs, trying to rid them of their sweat. His dick was swelling in the confines of his jeans from nothing but the sight of this masculine, handsome man.
The transaction continued, and the man broke eye contact only when necessary. Paul was going to faint, his knees were going to buckle and his face was going to melt. The man just stared into him, like he was being dissected, or visually digested.
Paul declined a receipt, and the man slapped the paper down on the counter, still staring directly at Paul. The sound made Paul flinch, and the man smirked at the sight.
They stared at each other, the man with intention and Paul with a combination of fear and desire. This went on for an agonizing 30 seconds. The man reached beneath the counter and slowly placed a sign in front of himself.
"Back in 15" it read.
Paul's stomach dropped, again, as the man turned and went into the back room. Paul didn't know what to do, on account that he had no idea what this man was thinking, or if they were thinking the same thing. The tension was undeniable, but there was no way for Paul to discern what kind of tension. It was either sexual or this man was luring Paul to his death. Either way, Paul needed to find out.
He started walking, first to the edge of the counter, then around it, and up to the door. He slowly pushed it open, terrified of what he might find. His heart was pounding in his ears, and he felt like his entire nervous system was on fire.
The man was sitting on a blue, dingy couch. The entire room was full of boxes and tables with half-eaten food and unfinished drinks. The man grinned at Paul, who was standing in the doorway. The man placed his hand on the crotch of his pants and gave himself a good squeeze.
Paul took a step forward and closed the door behind him.
"I know a cock-hungry whore when I see one. Come," the man said with a deep vocal fry.
Paul practically ran to him with this confirmation that he was, in fact, about to service this gorgeous man's cock. He didn't waste a second getting on his knees and fumbling for his zipper.
Paul opened the button on the man's khakis and dragged the zipper down, opening them to a grey pair of boxer briefs. Paul dove in, inhaling the deep smell of man through the thin fabric. He started lapping at the firm cock before him, soaking the underwear and making spots of dark grey. He'd had enough and pulled the waistband back, unleashing a thick, 9" uncut cock. Paul moaned with the hunger of a feral animal before grabbing the sides of the man's pants and yanking them down, revealing the entirety of his desire.
This man's cock was a perfect deep shade of brown, with a juicy fat head and perfect, round balls. His pubes were dark, thick, and manicured like his beard.
Paul grabbed the thick member by the base and directed it to his desperate mouth. He immediately swallowed 5", feeling the warmth on his tongue. The man placed his large hand on the back of Paul's head and firmly directed him down. Paul followed orders until he reached the base of the man's cock. Paul waited a moment, enjoying the feeling of his nose buried deep in a man's bush.
Paul backed off before swallowing the entire shaft, cradling his balls with his fingers. He was ecstatic to be servicing this cock, and he wanted to do its owner well. He slurped up and down, still holding the balls, getting that cock nice and wet as it fucked his throat. Paul was swirling his tongue around every time he got to the tip, making the man groan and tug on Paul's hair.
Paul bobbed up and down on the man's cock for a few minutes, letting himself relax into it and become his throat. The man grabbed the sides of Paul's head and started to take control. He threw Paul's head down, slamming Paul's nose into his pubes before lifting him back up and slamming him down again. Paul was in heaven letting himself be used by such a hot guy. Paul completely gave up control and let the man fuck his throat, hard, for as long as he wanted to.
Paul had no idea how long it'd been, lost in his personal heaven when the man's started to grunt and his cock started to twitch. The man said nothing before starting to shoot hot cum down Paul's throat, filling him up from the inside. He shot pump after pump of cum into Paul, groaning and grunting, but saying nothing. As his orgasm came to a finish, he held Paul's head down on his still-hard cock, feeling the walls of Paul's throat as his erection began to soften.
He pulled Paul's head off his cock, letting it fall to the side. He looked at Paul before letting a good slap fall onto his cheek. Paul said nothing as the man pulled up his underwear, then his pants, zipping and buttoning them before standing up. Paul turned to follow as the man walked out the door and back behind the counter.
There was a woman waiting there and the man got right to work helping her. Paul didn't know what to do, but he knew he should just leave. So, that's what he did. He walked past the woman, not even glancing at the man whose cock he just serviced, and out the door.