You're Just the Type that gets me going, Part Three By Jay Roberts
Jay Roberts is the author contact is Diplomat1501@msn.com
It seemed like we waited hours for closing time but our frequent hot glances, not to mention occasional touching, helped. Finally it was six o'clock and Morrie had gone and we slowly traversed the store straightening and turning off lights until there was only one light on, the one outside of Morrie's office. . Skip didn't seem nervous at all. Suddenly I felt that I was no longer the more experienced. He smiled at me with his brilliant white teeth and made a gesture of you first at the door. Now I was beginning to feel that he was in command and I was the tyro. He added further to this by opening the door and urging me in by a big warm hand on my waist.
Once inside he immediately began unbuttoning my shirt.
"I can do it," I said, trying to regain some control of the situation.
"That's okay, just relax and let ole' Skipper take care of you."
What's happening here. My intention was to get him worked up and then fuck him, instead this is turning into him seducing me.
My shirt was now hanging off the back of my waist and his hand was rubbing over my nubs. My traitorous voice moaned and he chuckled.
"You like that Bubbie, You're so hairy but you still have some girly sensibilities." He cupped my chin like an uncle. I always hated that but I was enjoying his hand and I unconsciously put my hand over his big one and helped him rub. Then as he began licking my ear I felt his finger beginning to flick my erected nipple. My knees buckled slightly and he held on to my waist with an iron grip to steady me. "Steady Jeffy, don't worry about anything.?
I pulled myself together and began undressing him. I had to reassert my control of stage one of this sex scene. He allowed me to completely undress him. He kept smiling at the reaction his revealing body had on me. The sight of his belly alone could be remembered whenever I wank in the future. It was slightly puffed out but as smooth as glass and the slope down to his dark blond untrimmed pubes was delicious. And that big ball sack with the head of his cock nestled there, oh fuck!
Finally he was naked and then he turned to me and unbuckled my felt and whipped it off in one motion through the belt loops. That was a turn on and he again seemed to dominate the moment. He unbuttoned the top button and with one yank opened the zippered fly. A downward slide and my pants were at my ankles, another motion and my undershorts were pulled over my erected cock.
"Oh Sweetie, you are all excited aren't you. Is it me that is causing that?" And he gave me playful slap on my small tight buns. How did he know that I love attention to my ass although I have never let anyone in.
He seemed surprised by my reaction. "You have a lovely ass. You ought to look at. You use a hand mirror in front of a big mirror and...Ah ha, you do that. I can tell, you're blushing. Cute!"
I had to get away from talk about my ass. If I am not careful, my weakness will reveal that I love his talk and I was getting very turned on. I pinched his big shapely ass cheek. Then patted it.
"Nice," he murmured.
"Come over to Morrie's desk and lean over it." I said this very firmly to wrest the control over to me.
I had my arm around his shoulders and loved the smell of the boy. He seemed okay with what I was doing and certainly knew my intentions. At the desk he leaned his head on his folded arms and in that position his ass cheeks were slightly parted and his hairless asshole was exposed.
The room was filled with heavy breathing, his and mine.
The annoying way he was acting now made me decide that there was going to be no make out prelude. This was going to be fuck and run. That way he'd be begging for a fuck ever afterward and my dominance would be established.
With one hand pressed on his now sweating back I aimed my long cock at his pink rimmed ass hole. As the head touched his pulsing hole he moved forward dislodging me.
"What the fuck you doing?" I said, barely hiding my quick anger.
He said in a small voice, "I never did this. I am totally scared.
"Look, there's nothing to it. Let me show you."
I roughly pushed him up from his fuck-me position and assumed the same. There was silence in the room except for my pained breathing as I waited. I could feel cold air from conditioner blowing me amd my back totally became chicken flesh. He saw that, and he saw the sweat breaking out on my shoulders and neck.
"Jeffy, I think you want me to just put my cock head in you just to show me how it works."
"Do it," I said in a strangled voice, "Then let me up and you bend over for the fun you'll get."
"Right ass boy."
As Uh oh, I thought and then tried to get up and end this but in a moment his wide soft body was lying on my back and I felt the big head of his erect cock pressing on my hairy puckered hole.
He began talking to me in a soothing voice that was like hypnosis. "Now Jeff close your eyes and you'll feel something you never had before, something you always wanted."
He pushed until his large cockhead was just inside my passageway and then he paused. "The widest part is in. The rest is easy. My girlies always love my technique. Should I stop?
I wanted to jump up and get back to fucking him but I felt weak, besides his cock felt good. It was producing a feeling that I had always longed for....to be entered and controlled.
I didn't answer with words, instead I wiggled my ass like a whore and pushed back on him.
He laughed outloud. "Okay now when I begin to fuck you, try not to cum too quick. My girlies get so into the motion and moment that they cum to soon,"
And he was right. I was alreadyfeeling that brimming that means a cum is building. I suppressed it and groaned out, "Give me your best."
Again he crowed in victory and plunged in mercilessly. I let out a whoop of surprise but quickly fell in to lassitude of being a fuck whore, someone's pleasure hole.
He sensed my complete surrender and began a rapid series of short fuck motions that had me crying out in pleasure.
"I hope that wasn't too much for you darling but I don't cum fast, I need lots of ass hole strokes to fire off."
"More," I said.
"You got it."
More power fucking with he was hoarse breathing now. I was flying around the room in pleasure.
"I'm on my way you fuckee, clamp your ass hole tighter."
I did it and now he changed the angle and he was rubbing over my protate. My cock began dripping precum and my toes curled as my cum feeling started there and was racing up my legs and then thighs. I was bleating like a lost sheep.
I felt his motion show down as he was in the throes of an ejaculation. He bucked and moaned plaintively and I began to feel my insides being pelted with hot goo. That feeling made me roll into a heaving, happy cum as he continued his spooging until his heavy body lay on my back.
He said, amid panting, "Thanks for teaching me how to take a cock in my ass. I never have and probably will never. But I've fucked many proud guys like you."
I said nothing to this. It was all true and it was my doing. I did feel my ass buzzing and I knew I would be begging for it again.
In the days that followed he was exasperating. He'd wink at me and smile and grab ass when no one was looking. I had become a pet to annoy. This kept up for about three days and ended today as I entered the store. Morrie called me into his office. I saw Skip hiding at the suit racks straightening them needkesskt,
"Yourk Jeffery," began Morrie after he checked his appearance in a little hand mirror. "Orders from above," and he cast his eyes upward as if God had sent him a message, "We have to get along with one clerk from now on." He handed me a check, "Two weeks salary. I'm sure you can quickly get a job, perhaps in a fast food place."
I walked out of the office knowing that Skip had something to do with this. I found him crouched behind the sweater rack. "How did you manage this?" I said with clenched teeth.
"Well, I asked Morrie how I could increase my pay and he, he, offered to double it if, if, I allowed him to blow me. Can you blame me?"
"Your doubled salary came from adding mine to yours. Thanks a lot.?
"Well you've been here a long time. You could have done the same."
"I could have, but Morrie? I'd rather starve."
I actually did get a job with a department store, more pay, more advancement possibility. I ran into Skippy at a gay bar about six months later. He was arm in arm with some old bearded guy and looked embarrassed to see me. I waved but he turned away. Screw him!.
End of story