It is my habit every morning, to stop and get a cold soda pop at the local convenience store on my way to work. I'm there every weekday morning at nearly the same time, so I know the store clerks by name, and some of the other regulars stopping for their morning coffee or newspaper. This is where I met John, quite by accident.
John is about 30, about 5'10" with dark hair and light skin. The first morning I met him, he was dressed in his official uniform as a security/armored truck guard. I couldn't help but notice the gun strapped to his hip, but I quickly noticed how well his uniform fit his body. He was standing at the ATM machine, with the front opened up, and money clearly visible. The ATM was very close to the soda fountain, and I felt unsure if I could get my pop, or wait for him to finish.
"Can I get a pop?" I asked.
"Sure, go ahead" he responded, with a nice smile.
I moved in close to get the ice, noticing that he was just standing there, waiting for something.
"It must be like standing around with your fly open," I said casually, noticing how vulnerable he was with the open ATM.
"Yeah! You got that right," he said, with a devilish grin on his face.
Within seconds, the machine began to print something, and he made some movements inside the machine and closed the front. He moved with precision with an empty moneybag, past me standing at the counter, and out the door to the armored truck. It was a pleasure to watch him work, a man good at his job.
That was my first introduction to John, and it took me several more times to finally learn his name. I saw him empty or load the machine several more times, before I had the opportunity to speak again. This time, he spoke first.
"Well, here I am with my fly open again" He commented, as I approached to get my morning pop.
I smiled as I realized he had remembered my previous comment. "You exhibitionists are all alike, anxious to show the world all your goodies." I returned the jibe.
"Oh well, God only made a few of us perfect, and we have to show the rest of the world what it looks like."
I responded "Glad you head isn't too big for your body." And with no thought of the crudeness of the comment, "either head."
I saw his blush as he registered my comment, but the banter continued. "They had to make me a special uniform, just to fit the big head."
"Is that the shirt or the pants?" I asked.
"Wouldn't you like to know," he smirked. Just then, the machine responded and began to print. John returned to his serious demeanor as he closed the machine. I saw him smile as he turned and left the store.
For some reason, which totally confused me, the conversation had completely awakened me. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest and adrenalin totally sweeping through my body. My face felt hot, and most troubling of all, I could feel the rush of sexual arousal. I chocked it up to the mental stimulation, and went off to work.
I can't remember how long until the next encounter, but it wasn't too long. I got the chance to speak first. "Good Morning, officer Big Head, I see you got your fly open again."
"Well, you know us exhibitionists, we never miss an opportunity to let the little guys see what a real man is like." He had a twinkle in his eye, as he smiled wide, showing straight white teeth.
"Who you calling little? I can see that observation is not one of your skills."
"I'm sorry to inform you, but my job required a keen sense of observation." I could see he was enjoying the verbal jousting early in the morning.
"I'd put my head up against yours any day of the week!" I said, defending my own body.
"Now, which head is that?" he smirked, face fully flushed.
I could feel my body respond to his comments, my pants suddenly feeling very constrictive. "Either one."
Suddenly, the machine kicked into life, and he was gone. This time I watched him leave the store, admiring how well he looked from the back in his uniform. All the way to work, I was in turmoil about my body's reaction to John's comments. It felt like a high school crush, but this was a man! What was happening to me! The tornado in my thoughts was only calmed by a full day of work.
One of my duties of being a dad was sitting on the bleachers, cheering on my son's baseball team. It was the first game of the season, and I loved being outside in the sunshine. The bleachers were filling up, when a guy sat next to me, closer than usual for two guys. I looked over when I heard him speak.
"Hi, I'm officer Big Head, and you are...?" he asked.
"Oh my God, it's you! And out of uniform. I didn't recognize you...Oh, my name's Brent." I finally got out after a brief stammer. I could feel my body responding to his closeness.
"Mine's John, that's Officer Big Head to you," he said, as he smiled that familiar smile. "You have a son on the team?" he asked.
"Yup. That's my son, number 12 on the Rockies. Which one is yours?"
"Number 3, over there behind the backstop. Small world, isn't it?"
We sat and watched the game together, with the usual conversation, but the slightly off color jousting was gone. We were no longer anonymous guys, free to speak our minds. Now we were dads, on the same team, responsible citizens. The only time that I felt the flush of excitement was when I'd catch him at the ATM machine, that is until the team won the regional championship, and was scheduled to play out of town for the first time.
The team captain and sponsors had a meeting about the trip. We had money to raise and lots of details to work through. In the end, John and I would accompany the team and act as chaperones. Because of policies to protect the boys, we would not be sleeping in a room with the players, so John and I were assigned to share a room together. On the outside, I didn't give this a second thought, but on the inside, I could feel a stir of excitement that I could not name or identify, just a stir of unfamiliar excitement.
The boys were pretty excited, and didn't quiet down till after midnight. We were pretty stern, citing the importance of tomorrow's big game, and the need for a good night's sleep. We came from opposite ends of the hallway, exhausted by the hassle.
"Man, I didn't think I'd ever get them quiet," I said.
"They're all pretty excited about the game tomorrow. I guess I'm pretty hyped about it myself. I think I need a hot shower and watch a movie to get relaxed."
"You take the first shower, and I'll see what's on TV," I suggested.
"Great." He put his suitcase on the bed and began to rummage around. "I forgot pajamas. I hope you're not too modest?"
"No problem. I haven't worn pajamas since I was 12. How modest are we talking about?" I asked.
"I usually sleep in the nude, but I've got underwear I can use." John replied, a little inflection in his voice, as if searching for something.
"No matter to me. Comfort is my only concern." I replied, not able to admit to myself that I hope he chose to sleep nude. I stretched out on my bed flipping through the cable channels, secretly watching in the mirror as John undressed. I told myself that it was perfectly normal for guys to check each other out, but knowing on a deeper level that what I was feeling was far from normal.
John took his sweet time undressing. He sat down at the end of the bed to remove his shoes and socks. He stood facing away from me as he removed his shirt. In the mirror, I could make out his chest. There was a modest amount of hair in the center and surrounding his dark, eraser sized nipples. A line of hair moved from his navel and disappeared until he removed his slacks. I could feel my body respond as I pondered what type of underwear he would wear.
It didn't take long to admire his Calvin Klein white'y-tiddies. His ass was round and filled the underwear to the max. In the reflection, I could see that he filled them out in the front as well. He was not a muscle bound gym rat, but had good natural definition. I could not deny my own arousal as he slipped his thumbs in the waistband and bent at the waist to remove them. His ass cheeks spread as the pulled them off his feet. He turned to get his shaving kit, and I could not miss his perfect dick. He was circumcised, about 2-3 inches, but was surprised me was that his pubic hair was neatly trimmed. I had never seen a guy with trimmed pubes.
"I really like it this way," John replied, when he caught me looking.
"Oh...uh...I didn't even notice." I stammered.
"Yes you did! It's ok, I get that reaction sometimes, and was ready for it tonight."
"How do you do it?" I asked.
"I have a beard and mustache trimmer. Works real well, and then I shave my balls with a women's razor. It has a safety wire to prevent nicks."
"I didn't notice your balls," I said, completely red from embarrassment and undeniable curiosity. John hefted them, to demonstrate their smoothness.
"They get a lot more attention when I keep them smooth, and that makes it worth the trouble." I detected some growth as he grabbed his shaving kit and moved to the bathroom. I was surprised that he didn't shut the door. Through a multiple number of mirrors, and my shifting almost off the bed, I could see him bend down and turn on the water. There was not hair on his ass and I wondered if he shaved that too. He stepped inside and closed the curtains, and I was left alone with my thoughts.
What in the hell was going on with me? I was completely checking out John, and thinking thoughts I'd never thought of before. Man, I'm freaking out! Damn, I'm hard as a rock. How am I going to undress and not embarrass myself?
I tried to concentrate on the TV and had managed to refocus my mind when I heard the shower curtains open. I tired not to think about it, but found myself moving to watch in the mirror. Damn, the mirror was all fogged up! A couple of minutes later, John came out with the towel wrapped around his waist. I never realized how hot that looked before. Moist tanned shin, contrasted with white cotton towel, with an obvious bulge in the front.
"Your turn. The water is great. Heh, hand me the remote." He was already sprawled out on the bed with only the towel on. He wet hair was combed straight back, and he looked so fresh and clean. His arm was behind his head, showing his pit. I'd never noticed how sexy that looked either. Even his feet caught my attention.
I stood and put my suitcase on the bed. Should I take underwear in with me? I decided against it, and only got my soap and shampoo. Normally, I would undress in the bathroom, but felt a little risky. I moved to the end of the bed, secretly hoping John would be watching. When I got to my underwear, plain ole Fruit-of-the-looms, I dared myself to peel them off, even though I was still slightly aroused.
"You ought to trim up that bush. You'd be surprised how much better it looks." John said.
"You have your trimmer with you?" I asked. It felt as if someone else asked that question, almost an out-of-body experience.
"Sure, let me get them," he said as he fumbled around in his gear. "They have a guide to keep it all even. How close do you want it?"
"Gee, I don't know. What setting do you use?"
"Four, but that may be too radical for you." Before I could respond, he opened his towel to show me what a four looked like. I felt free to stare, taking advantage to check him out more closely. He was defiantly more full that before his shower.
"That looks good...I mean...four looks about right."
John wrapped the towel back and handed me the trimmer. "You can trim your balls to, but be careful! It's not as easy as it looks."
I went into the bathroom and plugged in the trimmer. I sat the trashcan on the toiled and proceeded to stand over it to catch the hair. I was a little shaky as I turned it on. It went pretty quickly, and I had to admit, it looker cleaner and neater.
"Aren't you going to trim the balls?" John asked. I was startled to see him at the door.
"I wasn't sure how," I replied.
"Here, I'll help," John said, as calmly as if we were talking about the weather. "The trick is to pull your balls up tight and stretch out the skin. You do that and I'll run the trimmer."
I was quickly moving towards full erection as he manipulated the trimmer over the hairs. I covered it with my hands, as if that would hide the problem.
"There, that looks better. The next step would be to shave them, but I didn't bring the razor."
"I think this is enough for now. It might be difficult to explain it to my wife,"
I said.
"If you're as hard then as you are now, I don't think she'll notice the trim job."
"Oh, sorry...It's the...feel of the trimmer," I stammered.
"I get hard every time I do it myself. Perfectly normal if you ask me."
I turned and started the water. As I bend down, I heard his say "With a good razor, I could clean up that ass too." I felt his hand touch me, which sent electric shock through my system. "I really like a smooth ass, and don't get me started about the hair around the anus."
I quickly moved into the shower as I realized that my body was about to respond in orgasm. I was breathing hard, and had to lean against the shower wall to regain my composure. I had considered jacking off, but John was still in the bathroom. When I finished, I turned off the hot water to shock myself into control. When I opened the curtain, John was brushing his teeth. I grabbed the towel, more to cover my growing hard-on. I lifted each leg and dried myself, no longer able to hide anything. When I finally wrapped the towel at my waist, it only accentuated my arousal.
"You better put some cream on those balls. They get irritated sometimes and it helps. Here, I've got some." He threw the travel sized bottle to me. I dropped my towel and began to rub it into my skin.
"Careful there, much more rubbing and you'll be cleaning up the floor." John was clearly enjoying watching me. His towel was very noticeably tented, but he made no attempt to hide it.
"Let's see what's on TV. I need to relax," John stated, leaving the bathroom.
I took a big gamble, and decided not to replace the towel. I walked back and spread out on my bed, one leg raised to hide my erection. John also dropped his towel as he turned off the lights. With only the illumination form the TV, I could see that John was erect.
"I need some of that lotion myself," John commented. He moved to the bathroom and returned with the bottle. He lay back on his pillows and began to apply the lotion to his balls. I could hear the slippery motion, as if he were jacking off. I couldn't help it as I turned to look, drawn like a moth to the flame.
"You caught me! I need some relief. If you're uncomfortable, I can go to the bathroom." I recognized that devilish grin from the first time I saw him at the ATM machine.
"I was thinking about doing the same thing, but was going to wait till you were asleep. I guess there's no need to wait now. Hand me the lotion." I liberally applied the lotion, spreading my legs to give full access to my balls. I sat the bottle on the nightstand between our beds.
"Man, you're really getting into this," I commented.
"Maybe you can learn something from Officer Big Head," he said when he caught me staring.
I watched in rapt attention as he played with his balls, then tweaked his nipples, then made a few short strokes, twisting his wrist as he approached the head.
"I haven't seen anyone do this since I was 14 years old," I said, my voice slightly quivery "and I thought that was intense." I was shocked when John spread his legs and his hand move below his balls.
"What are you doing?" I asked. John moved sideways on the bed to give me a better view.
"I love to play with my ass when I jack off."
"That's a new one on me. Does it hurt?"
"Not if you do it right. Here, let me show you." Before the words were out of his mouth, he had moved to my bed, on all fours perpendicular to me. He applied some more lotion to his hand, and moved to below my balls.
"This area is real sensitive to erotic touch. Now I'll just move a little lower, there. Feel me there?"
"I couldn't miss that, careful, oh...god that feels great."
"Now, this might hurt a little. Just push against me and relax."
At first, I could only feel discomfort. The lotion helped, and thank god it was only a finger, but he worked it quickly inside. I began to stroke myself.
"Here, let me do that for you. You just lay back."
I was beyond any form of control or resistance. His finger had worked deep inside me, and was beginning to feel really good. His other hand was exploring my cock. I noticed his butt, not too far away, and began to move my hand in exploration. He moved his rear closer, as if to encourage my touch. His balls were hanging down and easy to manipulate. I rolled the smooth skin around in my hand, and then explored his penis. I also wanted to explore his ass, and moved my finger over the puckered opening.
I didn't get too far before I felt that familiar stirring deep inside as my body prepared for release. I could feel my back arch and an urge to thrust against his strokes. My heart was pounding and I was holding my breath when the first volley shot out at amazing speed. I had to close my eyes to miss the cum. The second blast was almost as intense and hit my chin and neck. I hadn't shot like that since high school.
"Man, you're really a good shooter." I was in awe as I watched him lick off some cum on his hands that didn't have lotion. He bent down and slowly began to eat my semen off my chest. I was prepared for two guys jacking off together, but this was beyond that. I could feel my dick slowly begin to shrivel. At first I wanted him to get away, but when he moved up and tweaked my nipples, I was getting interested again. I was relieved when he didn't try to kiss me. He finally collapsed and lay beside me. I could see his powerful organ, dripping and needing attention.
Part of me wanted to run and hide, but the part that won was very curious about this cock. I moved down the bed to get closer. He could make it move, and that startled me at first, much to his amusement. I could detect a musky smell, which was enticing. I first felt it with my hand, and was amazed how hot it was. I moved the skin up and down, and watched the pre-cum dribble off the head. I touched it with my fingertips, and smeared it around. I got up on my knees, and began to explore in earnest. His balls were silky smooth, and I moved closer to smell them. I took one in my mouth, and rolled it around with my tongue. John spread his legs wider, wanting more attention. I looked at the cock and thought "Could I put that in my mouth?"
"Go ahead, it won't bite" I heard him encourage me, as if he could read my mind. I guess I really wanted to, as I moved and took tentative attempts to engulf the top. There really was no taste, but I could detect the pre-cum as different from the skin. It was pleasant, as I tried to move my tongue around the ridge of the crown. I could hear John groan as I found the slit and underside of the crown. I couldn't take too much of the shaft, but I began to create some suction and used my hand to stroke the shaft.
My next worry was the thought of his cum in my mouth. I was trying to read his body and just got my mouth off when he shot his first blast of cum. I wasn't aiming very well, and most of it landed on his arm and the bedspread. I adjusted the angle, and the next blast centered on his chest. I continued to pump until he motioned me to stop. I watch in rapt attention as his cock began to shrink with each heartbeat. I got up to wash my hands.
"Bring me a towel," I head John say from inside the bathroom. When I looked in the mirror, I saw the face of a cocksucker. Shame and guilt swept over me I returned to the room and threw him the towel. John was still on my bed, and I wasn't sure where to go. I felt very naked and ashamed. I watched him clean himself. John solved my dilemma, when he moved to his own bed. He pulled the covers back and sank into the comfort of a fresh bed. I turned off the TV and got in bed. The only sound, other than the thoughts in my head, was John peacefully snoring.
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