Nick HATED it when his wife pulled the shopping trick on him. He'd get home from work, begin to unwind, maybe even log on to one of his "private" sites, and he'd hear her voice.
"Hon, I got too busy today. Would you mind picking things up at the market? I have a list."
Actually, Nick WOULD mind, but it was easier to go along with the request than risk one of their fights. "Yes dear. Let me put shoes on, and I'll be right there." He sighed. If he got back to the website tonight, it would be late. And he was horny. REALLY horny. He looked around for something clean. He pulled on a white t shirt - one he probably shouldn't have been wearing for the last 3 years - and grabbed the brown leather jacket he had inherited from his dad. He pulled on sneakers, and went to the kitchen. "I know. The list is long, but, there was JUST SO MUCH TO DO." "It's ok dear, it's ok." He kissed his wife. "I just hope you wrote down what brand you want, so I don't screw up." "All there. Sizes, brands, everything. Thank you darling." "My pleasure." Nick headed out to the car, wishing that he had some kind of screen or something so that he could check out one of his sites on the way.
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He headed into Wegman's, hands thrust into his jeans pockets. Out of the corner of his right eye, Nick saw a guy he had never seen before: shaved head, slight goatee, maybe about 6 feet tall, wearing essentially the same thing that Nick was wearing. "But he's hotter" thought Nick. He turned his head, and he saw the guy smile at him before he moved on. He felt his cock jolt just a bit. Did the guy just cruise him? "Probably not" he thought. "No one ever cruises me. And it's Wegman's."
He began moving down the aisles, throwing stuff in as he went. One thing about this store that he liked, was that the aisles were wide. Wide enough for two carts to move through, if they went in opposite directions. And who was coming toward him? The bald guy. He had tossed his jacket into his cart, and Nick saw the barbed wire tattoo around his arm. Without thinking, Nick stood up straighter, and pushed his chest forward . The guy passed him and smiled. "How's it going?" He didn't stop though, just kept on walking. Second jolt from his cock that trip.
Nick looked down at the list: he had just a few more things to pick up. He stopped in one of the aisles, to look for the brand of mayonnaise his wife had written down. "I should stop eating mayonnaise," he thought , and then... did he just feel someone goose him? He was sure he did. He looked up, and there was "Baldy" as he started thinking of him. Actually, he began thinking of him as "Sir Baldy," because this was exactly the kind of guy who wanted to be called Sir on his websites. Nick didn't know what to do. He didn't want to run after him , in a not uncrowded store, yelling "HEY. DID YOU GOOSE ME?", and the guy was about 6 inches taller than he was, so starting a fight was the wrong thing to do. In any event, a fight was the last thing he wanted. What Nick wanted was those fingers: the fingers that had just goosed him, running up and down his nipples as he lay there, tied down, gagged, and unable to move.
"SIR. Please put your groceries on the conveyor belt. " "OH, Sorry. Just sort of drifted off." "Happens this type of night Sir. " The clerk began ringing up his groceries. As he pulled out his credit card to pay, Nick heard a resonant laugh behind him. He turned around as little as he could , to see Sir Baldy. He was smiling, and chatting with the one male check out clerk in the store. He heard the clerk. "It WAS a fun party, but I went home alone. You didn't." That's when Sir Baldy started laughing. "I should've waste of my time. Remind me not to take any 20 somethings home again." As close as he was, Nick could see the coating of dark hair on Sir Baldy's arms, and the stubble on his chin. "GOD I bet that feels good." "Excuse me Sir?" his clerk asked him "Oh, I'm sorry. Drifting again," Nick laughed, sheepishly, picked up his bag, and headed out. Where was Sir Baldy? Had he come out and left? Nick waited, and waited. DAMN. The guy was gone. Oh well. If he didn't get on the chat room that night, he had something to jerk off to after dinner.
His wife said she was turning in early that night, and headed to bed shortly after dinner. Nick went off to his study, and went onto one of his chatrooms. This one was supposed to be local, so Nick didn't post a photo. He began scrowling through, and... THERE HE WAS. Sir Baldy.
He read the profile. "Fairly new to town, looking for action. Total top here, looking for service. Prefer men to boys. You better be really good if you don't have a photo." DAMN. Did Nick risk sending a photo? WAIT. If this was the guy he thought he was, he had grabbed his ass at the Wegman's that night. He wouldn't need a photo.
"HEY. Did you grab my ass in Wegman's tonight?" He sent off the message and saw the three dots. The guy was answering:
"Guilty as charged. Next time I'll give you a chance to grab a piece of me. I got an idea I know what you'll grab. Chuck here. Who are you?" He gulped. "I'm nick. Sir." He wrote his name in all small letters. Chuck wrote back. "You know a bar called Whiplash?" Nick responded "No, but I can look it up." "It's about half a mile from the Wegmans. Two days from now. 7pm. " Nick gulped again. He felt his cock go completely rigid. He'd need to jerk off before he went to bed. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Nick thought about his up and coming meeting often. Making up an excuse to get out of the house wasn't hard: he just told his wife that there was a company dinner, and she was good with that. "Terrific. I'll order myself some take out and watch movies. Girl's night. Maybe I'll call my best friend and we'll hang out." With that taken care of, Nick turned to thoughts like: what do I wear? Should I wear what I was wearing that night? Something else? He tried to contact Chuck on the site, but he seemed to have disappeared.
The morning of his meeting, he sighed, and finally picked something to change into at work. People told him he looked good in red, so he picked a bright red, tight fitting t shirt. It was one that framed his nipples well. He also packed a pair of black jeans, and what he jokingly referred to as his "butch boots." They were a comfortable, sturdy pair of boots he had bought many years ago. He smiled. When he COULD get out of the house for a quickie, he always wore these. Then, he put something in his pocket. he wouldn't dare put the slave lock on himself, but he'd offer it to Chuck, if he wanted to use it. And of course, he wore the jacket.
He couldn't concentrate the whole day. Finally, as the time to meet Chuck got closer, he went off to the men's room, and changed. As he checked himself out in the mirror, he smiled. "You know, nickboi, you're not the stud you were in college, but you're still a pretty fine man. " He went off to his car, his work clothes thrown in the back.
Nick had never been to Whiplash, but he had heard of it. It had a reputation as being a rough bar, where you went looking for sex, not a date. It had a back room, which was supposed to always be busy, and there was more than one report of men being arrested for "inappropriate behavior " outside of the bar. THAT unnerved Nick a bit. The last thing he needed was to get in that kind of trouble. He crossed his fingers before he started to drive.
It was a weeknight, but parking was not easy near the bar. Nick wound up parking 3 blocks away, and walked. His wedding ring was a turn off to many men, so he kept his hands deep in his pockets. , He got more than one look from a guy who had clearly been either to Whiplash or to one of the other bars in this gay neighborhood. One not bad looking guy smiled and "WOOFED" him.
"Should I have taken it off? Should I take it off now? SHIT I should've thought about that earlier. " Nick didn't want to lose the ring, and he didn't want to go back to the car. The only place he had to put it was his jeans pocket. He gulped, sighed, slipped it off, and shoved it deep in his left pocket. Now, he walked with his hands out, and behind his back. He knew that some guys would take that as a cue. Who knows? Maybe he'd get a second "date" out of this.
He walked into the bar. The music was loud, and the place was dark. It took his eyes a few minutes to adjust, and see that as "new meat," he was being checked out hard. Most of the guys smiled. "I've still got it " he thought, and looked around for Chuck. He saw someone at the bar, back turned to him. It looked like Chuck, but he wasn't sure. Tentatively, he walked up behind the man. "Excuse me Sir. Are you Chuck?" The guy was talking to another man sitting next to him. He stopped, stiffened a little, and turned around. It was Chuck. His eyes glared at Nick. "You think I didn't know you were in here boi? Mind if I finish my conversation, mancunt?" "Uh, sorry Sir. I just didn't want to make you wait." Chuck laughed. "Boi, you better learn something now. NO ONE makes me wait. If I didn't call you to come over here, it means I ain't ready for you." "Yes sir. Sorry. " "Now I'm gonna finish my conversation with my bud. You, stand here. Keep those hands behind your back." "Yes sir." Nick got in position. Then Chuck called over another guy. "Steve, give this boi's nips a workout. TENDERIZE him for me." A stocky older guy, with more than a five o'clock shadow came over. He smiled. "Well, well, well. A new bottom. Collared yet, bitch?" He began to run his fingers over Nick's nips.'" "No sir. I'm available." He sucked in his breath as Steve got to work . He knew what he was doing. "I'll be the judge of whether or not your available, shit stain." Chuck got up. He clapped his hand on the back of Nick's neck. "What's your specialty str8 boi." "Uh, I give good blow jobs Sir." "I'll be the judge of that. What's the most you've ever taken?" "I had a 9 incher once Sir. Didn't gag." Chuck imitated Nick in a high pitched voice. "Taking 9 is nothing to be fucking proud of, boi. A GOOD cocksucker can take 12, and not even gag. " "Yes sir." He laughed. "If 9 is the most you've ever taken, your limits are gonna be pushed tonight." Nick heard that and felt excited, and scared. They were right outside the back room, and Chuck pushed him in. "Someone told me I don't make my cocksuckers feel loved. Lemme make you feel loved. " He laughed, and continued the nip work Steve had started, as he shoved his tongue down Nick's mouth. Nick hadn't been kissed that way that often, and it began to thrill him even more. His cock was getting harder, and he wanted to push it up against Chuck. He also wanted to wrap his arms around the man. Chuck was not having any part of it. 'GET ON YOUR KNEES. Let's see if you're gonna be worth a second time." "Yes sir." Nick did as he was told. The floor was filthy, and he'd have to either explain the mess on his pants to his wife, or he'd have to arrange for them to get cleaned himself. He reached up to open Chuck's zipper. Chuck pushed his hands away. "DAMN IT . A good cocksucker uses his teeth. And where the fuck is your wedding ring?" "The ring's in my pocket Sir." "Put it on. I wanna know I'm fucking a married man. Now put that ring on, get your hands behind you and get to fucking work. I don't have all night." Nick had never opened a zipper with his teeth. He had seen videos, but... it wasn't going well. He began to sweat, and redden. Finally, Chuck grabbed his head by the back of his hair. "Listen up str8 boi cocksucker. Your technique here is awful. I'm gonna help you. But you better make it up on the sucking. " He unbuttoned his pants, and dropped them down. No underwear. The rank, jizzy smell almost overpowered Nick. He thought he was a good cocksucker, but he was losing his confidence tonight. He tongued the tip of Chuck's cock, and Chuck smiled. "good start boi. Most of you str8 guys go up and down like a fucking lollipop. Tease it. GOOD. " Encouraged, Nick moved his tongue up the upper side of Chuck's cock. Then he positioned his mouth so he could take each ball in it. "FUCK YEAH. Points for fucking originality, cocksucker. " Chuck was laughing, and Nick was feeling more emboldened. He switched back around, and now, plunged down on Chuck's cock. He had never had trouble at 7. His gag reflex came in after that. He was working on it, but Chuck was getting impatient. 'TAKE THE WHOLE GODDAMN THING MOTHER FUCKER" He shoved Nick's head forward. Nick didn't dare wretch, even though he wanted to. He was having trouble breathing, but Chuck wasn't letting go. "Please God. Don't let me faint," Nick thought, and the god of cocksucking must have heard. His throat opened, and soon he had all ten inches in his mouth. Now that the gag reflex was not an issue, his technique could take over. He slid his mouth up and down, slowly. He knew he was doing well, because he heard Chuck moan, and occasionally spit out a "fuck YEAH." He knew he had succeeded when Chuck began pushing, faster and faster. As that happened, Nick was faced with a dilemma. He didn't know this guy. Swallow or not? Pull his mouth off, or not? "In for a nickel, in for a dollar," his father always said, and as Chuck got closer, and closer, he primed for swallowing. At the last minute though, Chuck pulled his head back. He shot all over Nick's face. "DAMN that was a good bit of fellatio boy." "Thank you Sir. " "Listen up. You ain't no rookie, but you made a rookie mistake. Find out ahead of time about swallowing. And don't swallow a stranger's jizz. " "I know Sir. I was just having so much fun..." Chuck smiled. "You were having fun? I got plenty of fun for you. " He pulled out a card. It had his address on it. "Saturday afternoon. Plan on a few hours. " He grinned. "you look like the kind of guy who suits up for work ." "I am Sir." "business casual. Saturday afternoon 2 pm. Bring a necktie, don't wear it." He laughed.
"I'll make sure you get home for family dinner. Don't be late."