EASY SHOP by Mike Austin
nasstop@yahoo.com
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PART I...
It had rained all afternoon. I'd worn my dick out beating off. I was raw, my nuts still ached and I couldn't tolerate one more porn video. As I grabbed the truck keys, a loud roar of thunder and lightning flash nearby echoed down my street. It was now dark inside, the rain continued and all I wanted was to get out of these four walls. I crawled into the truck and made my way to the local Easy Shop, two miles away....................
Two pick-ups and the store manager's car were there. I knew the manager, a nice older guy from middle America who had come to Texas to escape the rust belt. He landed a pretty sweet deal with the previous owner and began as a night manager, working his way up to partner and when the previous owner decided he'd worked enough 70 and 80 hour weeks, he sold it to Bob, the current owner and store manager on duty. Bob had a fat uncut dick and I'd swung on him several times late at night after closing. It usually took him a long time to nut, but I never minded and always left filled with his thick bullmilk. I paused to see if the hard rain would slack up before making a run inside for chips and Coke, maybe some milk, bread and cinnamon rolls. Not a second after leaving my truck to run across the lot and into Easy Shop, the sky opened and I got soaked. My t-shirt was glued to my chest, jeans wet from the knees down and my head looked like I didn't dry off from a shower.
Bob grinned as I ran inside. He was talking to a local redneck I'd seen and admired and when I ran inside, Bob's nod told me I was welcome. He pointed to a coffee stand and I wiped my head as dry as could, then poured a styro cup of the hot, black brew. The steam and coffee warmed me, but the sights became a lot clearer. Rick, I was to learn was the redneck Bob was talking to. Rick called to his bud Jeff, who walked from the beer case, wearing grey sweats, a t-shirt a little too short that exposed his hairy abs, and something faded on the t-shirt front only framed the hard flat bull pecs underneath. The long hair and goat capped it all. Oh yeah, the meat swinging in those sweats was over the edge for me and know I actually licked my mouth as I stared at that crotch! Rick and Jeff were splitting a 24 case, damn how I wanted them to split me!
Rick was a beefy former athlete, now early 40s, still a bull by any definition, a welder by trade, as evidenced by his Lincoln welding rig riding in the back of his F250. As he turned to reach for the 24 case from Jeff, I caught his glance and my eyes dropped to that huge fucking bulge hanging left in his jeans. Again, mouth-lick time. I shot my look to Bob who actually started laughing at me and my hard-core cruises. Bob's finger motion calling me to the side of the counter, was the ball-breaker. He reached under the counter, handed me a ring of keys and told me to go lock the door and turn the sign to closed, "Only fools, horny bulls and faggots were out right now anyway", as I turned to head toward the door, he swatted my wet jeans butt and announced to the guys, we were "gonna party now". As soon as I turned the latch bolt and the closed sign, Bob hit the lights and all but a few exterior security lights remained on, one light at the back office door and the light over the register inside. Rick and Jeff were already headed to the office as I handed Bob the keyring. He two-handed spanked my butt and the wet jean-smack echoed loudly in the store. Lightning and thunder outside and the hard driving rain would be no match for the hard driving dick action that was coming.