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The Right Mix
When I walked into the shop, I saw that I was the only customer. That wasn't unusual at all, considering it was 15 minutes before closing on a Sunday. In fact, from what I could tell, business had been going downhill in the last few months and I usually found myself alone with which ever guy was behind the counter. This evening, it happened to be James.
"Welcome to Velocity Vapors", his voice rang out as I entered. "What can I do for you?" I took a moment to look him over before answering. He was tall, probably 6-foot, black hair, blue eyes hidden behind black from glasses and a beard that needed a trim. He was the epitome of "straight guy" and I had been somewhat obsessed with him lately. Something about his Sam Elliott voice really got me hot.
"Do you have any Blueberry Mist in stock?" Since I started vaping, this flavor has become my go-to. The problem was, they rarely had any. I was told that the manufacturer had issues with delivery and it was always hit and miss on whether I would be lucky.
James paused for a moment, thinking, then turned to the shelves behind him and started to scan the bottles. It was awkward to just stand there, watching him search for my juice, but it did give me a chance to check out his ass. When he squatted down to look on the lower shelves, the back of his jeans hugged the roundness of his butt and slid down and couple of inches, allowing a peek of his crack. My mouth watered.
"Sorry, it looks like we are out." He stood up and faced me again. "But I know you come in often looking for that one and I think I can help you out."
"What do you mean", I asked. If they were out, how could he help me?
I think he saw the confusion on my face and quickly explained. "All of our house-made juices are usually a combination of 2 or more liquids. It looks like we have the ones needed to make Blueberry Mist, so if you want, I can mix up a bottle for you."
My lucky day after all. "Wow, that would be awesome. I've been out all day and wasn't looking forward to trying something new again. The last juice I tried was way too harsh."
"Sorry to hear that!" he said. "How about I mix up the Blueberry Mist and give you a 20 percent discount? Would that work for you?"
"Uh, sure, man, but you don't have to do that."
"It's not a problem. I'm sure you've noticed, but business has been slow lately. We are doing everything we can to keep our customers happy and coming back." He looked almost embarrassed to be admitting that the store wasn't doing well. I made a quick decision to just be bold.
"I did notice that I'm usually the only one in here, but I thought it was mostly due to the time of day I come in. A discount is nice, but trust me, that's not what will keep me coming back". I smiled at him and winked.
His mouth opened a little and he immediately started to blush. "I..uhÉ". He seemed to be at a loss for words.
"No offense, man", I said. "I can go to any of the vape stores in the area, but it's the eye candy in this one that keeps me coming back." I sort of laughed at that and he turned an even darker shade of red. "If you want to mix up the juice, great. Then I'll let you get closed up. It's a quarter till 6 now."
He nodded and quickly turned around and grabbed a couple of bottles off the shelf. He also grabbed a 100ml bottle to mix the liquids in. Placing it all on the counter, he looked up at me again.
"House made juices are all about getting the right mix. Do you like more blueberry flavor or more menthol" he asked?
"I'm not sure I like either one more than the other, is it possible to do like a half and half so that one doesn't over power the other?"
He nodded and started taking the caps off of the assortment of bottles. I noticed his hands were shaking a bit and he looked nervous. I started to get a knot in the pit of my stomach. I probably shouldn't have said anything to him about "eye candy". Now I would really need to find another shop. Maybe I should apologize?
"Look man, I'm sorry I said what I did about coming in here. The truth is, I always get good service from you guys and sometimes I let my mouth run away from me when I should know better."
He stopped fiddling with the bottles and looked up and stared right into my eyes.
"No need to apologize", he said. "IÉhmmm". He stopped talking again and looked lost in thought for a moment. "It just caught me off guard is all. Its been a stressful day and I'm in a fight with my girlfriend and the boss is thinking about closing the storeÉ" he trailed off. I started to say something but he cut me off. "But if you want to suck my dick, I would let you". He said this last part really fast and low, like someone would overhear. I stood there, dumbstruck for a moment.
"Um, yea. Yes. IÉdefinitely want to suck your dick". I laughed and ran my hand through my hair. Jesus Christ this had taken a turn. Me, a gay guy in his mid-thirties, getting to suck the dick of a hot straight guy? Yes, please.
He nodded again. He wasn't much for words I guess. He walked from around the glass counter and to the door of the shop. With a flick of his wrist, he turned out the lights and the "Open" sign turned off. He locked the door. With the lights off, it wasn't very dark inside. There was still daylight outside and the evening sun gave the interior of the store a golden hue. I was still standing at the counter and he walked past me to a door marked "Employees Only".
"Can we go in here", he asked? "There are cameras in the main part of the shop, but none back here." It was my turn to nod. I followed him into the back room. There were shelves of more liquids and boxes everywhere. Against a side wall, there was an older sofa that had more boxes stacked on it. He grabbed some of the boxes and moved them out of the way, leaving a space on the sofa for him to sit. However, he didn't sit down. He stood in front of the sofa and crossed his arms. He didn't say anything, but he really didn't need to.
I crossed the small room and got on my knees in front of him. With slightly shaking hands, I reached up and placed them on the back of his legs and leaned forward and nuzzled into his crotch. He sighed heavily, like he had been holding his breath. He still had his arms crossed, but he widened his stance while I rubbed my face over his denim covered bulge.
I removed my hands from his legs and lifted the front of his shirt. His belly was flat with a light dusting of black hair that trailed into his jeans. He wasn't wearing a belt, so I unsnapped the button and opened his pants, revealing plaid boxers. I could see the lump of his dick. It wasn't quite hard but it wasn't soft, either. I glanced up at him and he had his eyes closed. Not wanting to waste any more time, I grabbed his boxers and jeans and tugged them down.
His dick wasn't hard but it was fat. Like thick as my wrist fat. Soft, it hung down over his hairy balls and was about 4 inches long. The head was a true mushroom, thick and red. His balls were about the size of large walnuts. There was an intoxicating smell coming from his package; a mixture of sweat and pheromones and for some reason, cinnamon. Before he could change his mind, I leaned forward and sucked the head of his fat dick into my mouth and started nursing on it. Fuck, it tasted good.
As I sucked his rapidly thickening dick, I looked up and him and he had his eyes open in slits, watching me. His lips parted slightly and he had almost a smirk on his face. By this point, his dick had gotten almost hard and it was now about 6.5 inches long. I pulled back and sucked on the head and could taste his precum. He tasted sweet and salty and I wanted more. With one hand, I began pumping his dick while sucking it and with the other hand I started to play with his balls.
"Mmmm, fuck yea" he muttered. "Play with my balls. Fuck! You know how to suck a cock!"
Rolling his balls around in my hand, I began to lightly pull on them. He shivered and moaned some more. He really liked ball play, it seemed. I stopped jerking his dick and started swallowing it instead. I could feel it reach the back of my throat and I swallowed hard, bringing my nose right into his pubic hair. I stayed in that position, breathing through my nose while he gently fucked my throat.
Letting go of his balls, I used my index finger to trace into the space underneath, feeling his sweaty taint. I didn't know if he would let me play with his hole, but I was damn sure going to try. My burrowing finger found the edge of his butthole and I started making small circles around it. I could hear him catch his breath and his legs opened a little wider. Bingo.
Pulling myself off his dick, I sat back and looked up at him for a second. He had a pained expression on his face; obviously not happy that I had stopped. I had other plans, though. I was sure I would only get one go with this dude and I wanted to make the most of it. Without saying anything, I pushed on his legs, letting him know that I wanted him to sit on the sofa. He quickly got what I wanted and sort of fell back since he was still wearing his pants and boxers. I reached down and pulled off his shoes and grabbed the bottom of his pants and pulled them down and off, leaving him only in his tee shirt.
Running my hands up and down his thighs while his hard dick bobbed in the air, I grinned at him and leaned forward and started licking his balls. His reaction was immediate.
"Fuck yea! Lick my fucking balls! Fuck that feels good!" His balls were loose in his hairy sack and I licked on each one, ignoring his dick for the moment. I grabbed his legs around his calves and pulled him forward a bit so that he was more on his back. Still licking and sucking his balls, I pushed his legs up, exposing his entire package, including his sweaty man hole. Did I dare do what I wanted? Yes, I think so.
Letting his spit-soaked balls fall from my mouth, I started licking his taint, all the while looking directly at him. The lower my tongue went, the wider his eyes got. My tongue trailed down into that delicious valley that I'm sure was untouched by anyone but him. There it was. His virgin hole. Unlike the rest of him, there was basically no hair on or around it. It was small and pink and fucking perfect. I could smell him; that sweet scent of a hole that's been trapped in pants all day. Sweaty but not dirty. Musky. Still looking into his eyes, I made my first swipe with my tongue.
"Uhhhhhhhh", he whined, breathing hard. As I circled my tongue around his hole, his hips involuntarily pushed his ass into my face some more. "Oh my God!! Lick me! Oh my God I can't believe you are licking my asshole Jesus Fuck!" It all came out as one long sentence. I had been right. No one had ever ventured down into this territory. How lucky was I that I got to be the first to taste his man's ass?
He continued pushing his ass towards my face while I licked him. He grabbed his legs and pulled them back, opening himself up to me. I didn't need any more of an invitation. I made my tongue into a point and started pushing it into his hole. He was moaning and almost thrashing around on the sofa. His breathing sounded like he was running a marathon. His hole was tight but I managed to get my tongue in about an inch. Using it to gently fuck his hole, I put my entire mouth around his asshole and started sucking it while tongue fucking it. I thought he would lose his mind.
"Hooooly shit!" he cried. "Jesus Christ what are you doing to me?! I can't believe you're eating my ass. No one has ever eaten my ass before. Fuck it feels so good!" I guess the ass eating had made him more vocal. "Fuck man, that's so dirty! You are eating my fucking butthole!" He wrenched his legs open even more, allowing me to get my tongue in even further. In and out, in and out. I continued fucking him with my pointed tongue, tasting his insides. I could feel his balls resting on the bridge of my nose as I sucked on his sweet hole.
Not wanting to turn his butt loose, but wanting to make him cum hard, I reached up and grabbed his dick and started pumping it while I made out with his hole.
"Fuuuuck", he yelled. "Goddamn you're gonna make me cum if you keep doing that! Don't stop please don't fucking stop! Eat my fucking dirty hole! Eat it! Eat my shithole, bitch! Goddamn I'm gonna cum!" His ass rolled in circles as I drove my tongue in and out. He was definitely kinkier than that I would have imagined. It was all very hot. I could feel my own dick leaking into my underwear. I would save that for later, though.
With his pronouncement that he would soon be cumming, I had a decision to make. Take my tongue out of his ass and swallow his cum, or continue to suck on his hole and watch the cum squirt out. Decisions, decisions. I went with option 3.
I could see his balls drawing up and feel his dick get harder. I knew he would be blowing his load at any moment. Reluctantly, but very quickly, I pulled my tongue out of his ass, replaced it with a finger and shoved my mouth onto his dick before he could even realize what was happening. I swallowed his dick to the root and used my finger to find his prostate, which I began tapping and rubbing lightly. He literally roared like a fucking lion.
His dick swelled in my throat and as I felt the first blast of hot cum shoot out, I pulled back just a bit so I could taste it. He continued to shoot in my mouth while I finger banged his asshole. He moaned and roared and thrashed, lost in sexual nirvana for the moment. His cum was thick and hot and interestingly, tasted like cinnamon. I swallowed all he had to offer and kept sucking until his dick started to deflate. I slowly pulled my finger from his ass, gave his dick head a final suck and leaned back on my heels.
It took him a minute to gain his voice back. "Holy shit, man. That was honestly the best head I've ever had. I can't believe how good that felt. No one has ever played with my ass and definitely never eaten it. You had me shaking." By now, he was grinning.
We both stood up and my hard on was prominent. He looked at it and I shrugged. "Don't worry, I'll take care of that when I get home."
Pulling his jeans back on, without the boxers, I noted, we started making ourselves presentable.
"Let me get this juice made for you and get you on your way", he said. "Jesus Christ, I'm still shaking." He was more talkative now, more outgoing. Of course, I had just tasted his insides, what did he have to be nervous about?
"Sure, man, that would be great", I replied. "I have some uh, business to take care of", gesturing to my crotch. He laughed and smiled. Then said something that was a real shocker.
"Can I give you my number?", he asked? Almost shyly. "In case you ever want to do this again."
Let me think. "Hell yes!" I smiled too.
"Let me ask you something", he said. "That tongue, finger, jerking combination. How did you figure that out? I thought I was going to rip apart."
I looked at him while he started working on my juice. "Lots of practice, I guess." I shrugged and smiled. "Honestly, it's all about the right mix."
To be continued?