Date: Tue, 26 Mar 2013 08:20:01 -0400 (EDT)
From: KJ71378@aol.com
Subject: Customer Service 1 installment

	The story you are about to read happened in the not so far off
past.  I was 34 and working at a national supercenter retail chain. My name
is John, I am 5'7", brown hair, blue eyes, 170ish lbs. I am what I term
fluffy, a slight belly and about 20lbs overweight, but, not all of that
weight is fat. I have muscular legs from walking and pulling heavy ass
pallets of freight. I don't have much body hair except for my arms, legs,
mustache and a goatee.
	It all started one cold winter day. The main area I work in, is the
sub-zero temp food area. I had been working with the company for about 8
years now. I knew management in the store fairly well. Some less than
others, but, I didn't have much interaction them. I was stocking ice cream
in the freezer. Of course, in this retail chain, rarely is it not busy, so
people are always everywhere. There was one or two people on the
aisle. Browsing, shopping, talking. I happened to look up and there was
this young guy, maybe 21 or 22, college aged anyhow. He looked about my
height, baggy clothes so I really couldn't tell what type of body he
had. This was so much more than common in the area I lived. The area is
mainly Native American Indians. Tuscarora and "Lumbee". He was walking down
the aisle looking utterly confused.
	I asked "Is there something particular you are looking for?"
	He looked at me with a deer caught in the headlight look and
replied "Where's your sausage?". Then he got this lopsided grin on his
face.
	I really wouldn't have thought anything of it, more than just him
being stoopid (my spelling of stoopid is to mean goofy, boneheaded, not
really stupid). But, he seemed to put more emphasis on "your" than
necessary. Well, being that I am slightly immature and have a dirty mind,
my answer met his question with some more sexual undertones.
	"Well, I have tube sausage, patties, links, ground. Which one are
you looking for?"
	"I am looking for some tube sausage" he replied. He was still had
that lopsided grin on his face.
	Now, my sexual preference is not a secret at work. Anybody that
actually knows me, knows about me. I don't wear anything that screams
gay. I don't flaunt my sexuality. If you ask me, I will tell you. But, I am
not screaming I am gay. I am NOT fem by any means. Just your average guy.
	"Well, the tube sausage we have is over hear in the dead animal
department." That got a laugh from him. "We have it in different brands,
different seasonings, different sizes, and different meats. First, what
kind of meat?"
	"Um pork?" He said
	"What type of seasoning? We have maple, mild, spicy."
	"Oh, I want it spiiiiiiicy"
	"Ok, do you want a big one or a smaller one?"
	"I believe I would like a big one."
	Now, this is a LOT of over kill on customer service, but, what can
I say? He opened the door to this whole thing and I am just going to see
how far he goes with it. I am not shy, and I sure am NOT scared.
 	"Ok, well, I only have 1 sausage that meets your requirements. But,
unfortunately they don't sell it in the store" I said
	He looked a bit disappointed. "Do you know where I could get
some. I really need it."
	"Well, walk outside with me to my truck (SUV, but can't bring
myself to use that term) and I will show you where you can get some"
	I put my stuff back in the subzero chilling apparatus and we walked
outside. We walked to my truck, I unlocked the doors and we climbed into
the front seats. Now mind you, he still had that lopsided grin on his face,
with just a bit of a nervous tinge to it.
	"So, where can I get this sausage that you were talking about"
	I reached over and leaned my seat back "Right behind this zipper"
	He actually just stared at me. I start thinking to myself, "Did I?
I know I couldn't have read him and the situation THAT wrong. He's starring
at me and I am looking at him thinking "say something".
	Well, we sat there for what seemed like ages. But, in reality, it
may have been 2 minutes at the most. I was leaning forward to put my seat
back up, when all of the sudden he pushed me backwards into the seat and
started attacking my belt and pants like a mad man.
	I asked "Dude, what the hell?"
	"There were some people over there getting into their van. I didn't
want the to see me put my head in your lap. I just couldn't take it any
longer. I didn't me to be so rough. Do you want me to stop?"
	"Hell no. It just kinda rattled my cage is all. You just sat there
starring at me. Not moving. Not saying anything. Then all the sudden, you
just WHAM!  I didn't know if I read this whole thing wrong or what." With
my seat laying back, I couldn't see the family getting into the van.
	He undid me belt, unbuttoned my pants, and pulled down my
zipper. My cock was straining to break free of my compression shorts and
looking at his groin, he was hard too, with a wet spot forming in the front
of his pants. I lifted my ass a bit and he slid my pants down enough to get
my spandex down so he could get to the object of his desire. My cock was
begging for release.
	He grabbed my manhood and swallowed the whole thing in one fell
swoop. It felt so good. That mouth was so warm and wet. He bobbed his head
up and down on my pole while massaging my hairless balls with his hand. I
was in pure ecstasy. He was moaning and slurping away on his sought after
prize.
	He pulled his mouth off of my engorged member and rolled his tongue
all over the head trying to tongue fuck my piss slit. He worked his way
down the shaft licking and kissing. I was so entranced in his actions of
pleasuring my rod, I didn't even notice the finger that quickly became 2,
that were exploring my love tunnel. With both fingers working my chute and
massaging my passageway, him going all crazy on my cock, it took no time
for me to reach my climax.
	"I'm gonna cum!" I grunted through clenched teeth.
	He pulled up long enough to growl "Give it to me!"
	I shot my load in his mouth. He swallowed every last drop. He
pulled his fingers from my man hole. They were dripping with natural
lubricant. He put his fingers to his lips and licked them clean. I just sat
there, trying to catch my breath. My heart was pounding, pulse racing. He
sat back in his seat. You could see a major wet spot on his pants where his
volcanic eruption had left it's evidence in the wake of his orgasm.
	I just kinda looked at him and asked him "What are you going to do
about that big old wet spot? I looks like you pissed yourself."
	"Um, I'm not quite sure."
	He stared down and unzipped his pants. He slid his hand inside. He
pulled his hand out and the cum was just dripping off of it. He put his
hand to his mouth and began to clean it off. I just looked at him. That is
two loads he has gotten to partake of, I was beginning to feel a bit
parched. He looked over at me, leaned back and opened his pants. No
underwear which would explain why the pants looked so wet. He was just a
cummy mess.
	I dove right in. Licking and slurping up as much of his man nectar
as I could get. It was one of the sweetest things I had ever tasted. I
tongued his crotch clean. Now, he was partially clean. The wet spot had
begun to dry just a bit, but, still VERY noticeable.
	He said, I am parked right over there. If I can wait until there is
nobody around, I will just make a dash to my truck. We sat there for 5 or
10 minutes and then there was a break in foot traffic. He leaned over and
kissed me, the taste of our mixed flavors on his tongue. Next thing I knew,
he was out the door and running across the lot. He didn't say a word to
me. Just gone.
	I went back into the store and resumed my duties.
	A few days passed and one of the managers approached me and said
"John, we got an e-mail from corporate today about your customer service. A
customer e-mailed corporate and said that you were one of the best customer
reps. he had ever come across. The e-mail is posted on the board. I just
want to thank you for doing an outstanding job. Thank you"
	Just out of curiosity I went over to the bulletin board to read the
e-mail the customer had sent in.
	It read "I would like to point out a VERY hands on employee by the
name of John that works in your sub-zero food temp area. I was looking for
a product and not too sure of what I actually wanted. This guy made sure
that I received exactly what I decided I wanted. He is a stand up
guy. Never has a employee ever given me what he did. I want to say thanks
to him. Next time I come in, I will make sure to find him to help with
WHATEVER needs arise. Thanks again John."
	At this point I could feel my face flush. I don't know if I will be
able to walk past this email without turning red.
	In the weeks to follow, he came back repeatedly for more customer
service and NOT always in the same area. Sometimes I would have him all
over the store looking at different items, but it always ended the same
way. In my truck providing the REAL items he wanted.


Thanks for reading. All comments, questions and critiques are welcome. Just
send them to kj71378@aol.com