I go to the hardware store looking for supplies like lumber and screws and
hinges so I can make a chest for my room. There is this group of older guys
there, likely frat boys either at the latter half of their undergraduate
degree or in their graduate degree. I try not to stand too close to them so
that they don’t think I am stalking them, but they are standing right in
front of the wood I need. They end up thinking that I am checking them out
anyway two of them leave to head to the bathroom and one of them starts on
about how they are heading to the bathroom to hook up with someone there,
separately obviously. It was someone who was there in the Hardware store
bathroom often. I wasn’t looking at him as he told this story, I mostly
just stared at the wood with the occasional glance to the bathroom. When I
did look at him however, I saw him looking me up and down with a sly smile.
He asks, “Do you want to check out the display in the center of the store?”
The display in question was a partially completed small house. The front of
it just support frames and a door while the back half has plywood walls
between the frames. He had his arm over my shoulders as he led me there
with his friends, the group snickering the whole time. When we got there,
he led me to the back left corner of the house. His friends circle around
us as he pressed himself against my back. His hand snaked down from my
shoulder, giving my ass a squeeze followed by a playful swat.
He stuck two of his fingers from his other hand into my mouth and
whispered, “Give them a try. Just give them a few sucks, treat them as you
would a dick.”
The way he said it was sweet, not like an instruction or order but mere
encouragement. He began to pull down my pants and underwear, just the back
of them to expose my ass while my dick remained covered. He ground against
me for a few minutes, and I pushed back a bit to meet his thrusts. After a
few moments he withdrew his fingers, leaving me feeling a bit empty. That
feeling was soon remedied as his finger, slicked with my own saliva, slowly
slid in and out of my ass, pushing in deeper with each thrust in. Soon he
added the second. It felt so good I had forgotten about our audience.
He whispered to me, “You’re ready now for the real thing.”
He pressed his head against my hole.
“Relax.” he whispered as he kissed my neck and began to press his head
against it, and after a few kisses his head breaches my hole. I let out a
moan. He let out a light chuckle and I felt his hand creep up my chest and
neck. Two of his fingers, the ones that had pulled my clothes down, sought
entrance into my mouth. He didn’t have to tell me this time, I began to
suck on them feverishly without suggestion.
He put his lips right up to my ear and said quietly, “That’s a good
baby. Suck on them. It feels good. I know you like this baby, I do too, so
I am going to push in more. Open up your hole for me.”
True to his word I felt him ease in more. His knees pressed up to the back
of mine. They were already starting to buckle from pleasure, his knees
pressing them from behind was the final straw. I leaned forward,
incidentally pushing my ass back causing him to go even deeper. He let out
a groan then began to suck and occassionally nip at my neck as he pushed in
deeper. It burned a bit from the lack of lube, but his lips felt good on my
skin, so I didn’t mind it much. As I felt his his well-groomed pubes press
against my ass, bottoming out, he let out a sigh. He pulled out a bit then
pushed back in, it was only a few inches but the feeling, his shaft rubbing
that special spot deep inside my ass, caused me to moan and suck even more
ferverently on his fingers which were now slowly pushing in and out just
like his shaft in my ass. He began to pick up pace, pulling out more of his
member before pushing it back in, hitting that spot each time. Drool had
begun to drip down my chin but I didn’t care, I just felt so good. He
started pulling out until only the head was left in me each time then as
quickly as he had pulled out, he pushed back in, to the hilt. He started
going faster, even with his thrusts of his fingers as copious amounts of
drool cascaded down my chin and down his hand. He buried himself deep in me
and moaned against my neck. I felt his cock pulse.
As his orgasm subsided, he whispered louder than before marked eith his
labored breaths, “I breeded you baby. That sweet ass of yours is full of my
seed now.”
He let out a chuckle and went back to kissing my neck as I kept eagerly
sucking on his fingers. After a few moments he pulled his fingers out and
his shaft. I found myself missing his intrusions. He stopped kissing my
neck as well. I don’t know why but my mouth betrayed me, letting out a
whimper. He chuckled again and I felt his warm hand, sticky from my saliva,
come to rest just above my ass.
“I like to hear you needy like this baby, hungry for my cock. I might just
go for round two before my bros. But first I am gonna give you one last
gift.” he said. With that I felt him spread my cheeks apart. I felt his
warm breath on my battered hole and shortly after, his warm tongue drags
across my hole. He lapped at it for a while before his tongue began to
intrude. He tightly gripped my ass my he pressed his tongue deeper and
closed his lips, so they pressed against my ring. He ate me out for a
while, and I began to touch myself. I felt orgasm start to build up after a
while. I started breathing harder and came, spraying the plywood wall a bit
with my load while most of it dripped down my hand. He pulled back.
“That’s it,” he said, “Cum for me baby. Show me how good I make you feel.”
As my orgasm subsided, I heard something outside. I looked to the only
installed window and saw in the distance a man from the register. He was in
his early to mid-thirties and had a thick full beard. He was walking
towards the house. The other guys fled but I noticed two of them, the one
who had just bred me and another one lingering just outside the house. The
worker approached the house and went in as I was trying to pull my pants
up, the top of the waistband in the back soaked with a mix of my partners
load andhis saliva from the rim job I had just recieved, as he entered. I
was scared shitless that he was about to reprimand me and throw me out, or
worse, call the cops on me. Thankfully he didn’t. He came closer, so close
that I felt the cold contact of the pin on his orange apron press against
the back of my shoulder.
He told me in his deep voice, “You don’t gotta rush out of
here. Relax. Take your time.”
His voice carried a relatively thick accent, Eastern European, I think. I
felt his hand grip my left cheek.
“This feels nice, no?” He asked, his beard tickling my ear.
I couldn’t speak words, just stuttered out an “uh huh” to him.
“Why don’t I explore it more?” He asked as his fingers crept to my crack
and his thick pointer finger slid across my puffy wet hole.
“You’ve been having fun in here, thats good.” he said as his finger
penetrates my hole.
“What is this, two loads?” He asked rhetorically.
I was about to answer when he interupted, “No, just one. A large one at
that though.”
“He fucked you good, didn’t he? I can fuck you good too. How `bout I add
another load to your hungry, hungry hole.” he said.
I felt his bare member spring free from his jeans, the head flicking into
the bottom of my ass cheek. I just stuttered out another “uh huh”, nodding
my head. He pressed his head to my hole and pushed in, facing less
resistance than my previous guest. He slowly worked his whole cock in to
the hilt, his hairy navel pressing against my back. He must have had a
thick coating of hair on his body. He too brought his fingers to my mouth;
however, he added a third. His hands were larger than the last guy’s and
his knuckles had a dusting of hair on them as well. He was thicker than the
last guy, an inch or so longer too. I heard footsteps creep closer as he
bottomed out in me for a second time after slowly pulling out. Each of his
thrusts punctuated with the head of his shaft running into my prostate. He
began to push his fingers in deeper causing me to gag occassionally and my
saliva to flow down his hand and my chin. He whispered under his breath in
another language which I didn’t recognize. Occasionally he would praise me
as well, telling me things like how I took his cock well, that I fit like a
glove, and that I was being a very good baby for him. After a several
minutes the pain had subsided, and I was overtaken by pleasure.
“Our audience seems to really be enjoying our show.” he whispered.
He moved his other hand up from my navel where it had been resting
comfortably since he first pressed his dick to my hole. He moved it up my
chest, pausing over my heart to feel my chest pounding and the rise and
fall from my labored breaths before settling on my neck. He applied a bit
of pressure, not hurting me but asserting that he had me. He began to slide
his hand up and down my throat as if he were stroking a cock as his fingers
of his other hand slowly fucked my mouth. His hand spread my copious saliva
up and down my neck. I don’t know why but that just tipped me over the
edge. I started moaning around his fingers. My moans egged him on
further. He began fucking me harder.
“Stroke yourself.” he instructed, as he nipped lightly at my ear.
“You like this, don’t you? Me telling you what to do, guiding your
actions. My smooth voice seductively telling you what to do next is
bringing you more pleasure than your hand rhythmically stroking up and down
your shaft. You’ve never felt this much pleasure before, have you? You are
questioning how you ever got off before this now I suspect. My hand
stroking your throat has your wires crossed, sending feelings of pleasure
through you as you suckle on my fingers. You’d whimper if I pulled them
out, wouldn’t you? Whining for your treats back. You’re close now, aren’t
you?”
He was right, I was. I nodded.
“I can tell.” he said matter of factly.
I was putty in his big strong hands.
“You’re fighting it though, desperately trying to hold on to this pleasure
you’re feeling which has you teetering on the edge. Barely holding back
your orgasm. You haven’t even noticed that my cock, the shaft that you have
accredited all your pleasure to has only had the tip in, resting stationary
for the past I don’t know, twelve minutes. All this pleasure has been from
my hands and my words. My soothing words penetrating your mind like my
member has your ass. You haven’t even noticed your button up shirt which
once clung to your body is now laying at your feet or how my hirsute chest
and navel are resting on your smooth back. I want you now to stop stroking
yourself and rest your hand at the base of your shaft. Surrender control of
your pleasure to me, give in to my calming words. Feel my shaft slowly
slide deeper and deeper into you, the head teasing your prostate before
plowing into it sending a wave of pleasure throughout your body. I can feel
your elated moans move up your throat and reverberate through my
fingers. As I pull back you begin to feel empty, trying to buck back onto
my shaft but you forget that you have decided to surrender control of this
to me. I assure you that I will bring you to a fulfilling orgasm. Just feel
me ease in once more as my hand strokes your throat. I press into your
sweet spot again and I feel your hole clamp down on me almost as if begging
me to stay. I repeat this again and again: my hand stroking tour throat, my
three fingers fucking your mouth, and my shaft easing in and out, each
motion punctuated with a wave of pleasure from your prostate. Let the
pleasure envelope you. Feel its warm embrace as your load travels up your
shaft, releasing in three… two… one”
Just like that I cum, following his instructions without thought, my hand
barely touching my shaft as my load pulses out of my cock.
“Stroke for me.” he instructs as my orgasm begins to wrap up.
“Run your thumb over the slit.” he adds.
He pushes all the way in me, the head of his cock parked firmly against my
prostate as it begins to pulse.
“I know it is feeling really sensitive and the pleasure is overwhelming you
right now but keep stroking it for me until you can’t bare it anymore, okay
baby? Be my good baby.” he pleads.
Again, I follow his words, nodding as my body begins to lightly convulse
from pleasure. He moves his arm from my throat to halfway down my torso,
holding me up as my legs give out from under me.
“That’s my good baby.” he cooes.
He just held me there like that for a few moments, my body slumped in his
strong masculine arm, impaled on his long thick shaft. Gradually I returned
my weight to my feet, and he slowly pulled out of me. I only felt empty for
a moment before I felt my hole plugged up with something.
It was smaller than what had previously occupied its spot, but it felt
nice, nonetheless. “Here baby,” he began to say, “here’s a plug. It will
keep you holding my load until tonight baby.”
I was still recovering from my earth-shattering orgasm when he spun me
around. He planted his lips on mine, and I soon felt his tongue invade my
mouth. I eagerly sucked on it. His strong hand held the back of my head,
keeping me in place. He continued to kiss me like that for several more
moments before he pulled back. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a
pen. He pulled my hand closer to himself and he began writing on it.
“Here’s my number. Call me tonight before you go to bed.”
I did my best to form a smile on my face, sore from his dominating kissing,
showing him my appreciation.
He let out one last chuckle before playfully saying “Now get outta here
with your friends. I’ve got to finish my work.”
He patted me on the shoulder as I walked past him with the two guys who
stayed behind.
The End
