Date: Sat, 2 Jul 2011 06:09:46 -0400
From: Ftacker <ftacker@gmail.com>
Subject: I Think He Is Hard

This is the text message I sent to a friend of mine. I just had a really
cute guy come in the store. 22 years old. With more than a hint of stale
beer on his breath. It smelled disgusting. But he had a fit and trim body
with a hint of a beer belly. And seeing a guy in basket ball shorts always
drives me crazy. It's very much a weakness of mine, as you all know by now.

/You really think so? Go check! Slip him ur number!!/

    I read over the text and grabbed a sheet of paper and jotted my number
down on it. He was very much in the straight porn section, as far from gay
as he possibly could be, but I had to get a closer look. I went around the
store, circling my prey, as it were. Randomly checking movies and items on
the shelves, all the while looking in his direction. The fucker turned his
back to me, no worries, I will go around further.

    I definitely see a bulge there, that wasn't there when he first walked
in. I needed a closer look. I go right up next to him and start mindlessly
shifting around DVD's into the wrong sections. I see a sharp bump, and it
was very much a VERY VPH. (Visible Penis Head for those of you who aren't
in the loop yet)

    He was definitely more than half hard. My heart pounded, my cock
throbbed, my mouth watered. I needed this cock. I got closer to him, I
could smell the beer again. I used a line I have used dozens of times.

    "Can I help you find something?"

    "Nah man, I'm just looking around."

    "Its all good. Lemme know!" I said with a smile, then started to walk
around him. "Oh yea, I forgot. I wanted to give you this."

    I extended the post-it to him. He looked confused momentarily. "What's
this?"

    "Its my number, you should gimme a call sometime." He started to
interrupt me, before I cut him off. "I'm not looking for a relationship or
anything, I just saw your bulge and wanted to suck your cock. Would you be
interested?"

    He took a quick breath, "I don't know, maybe..."

    "Awesome, let's see how big you are." I hit my knees, and was pulling
his shirt up before he could even respond. I pulled down the basket ball
shorts just far enough for the cock to pop out and hit me in the face.

    It was more than half hard, or so I suspected. Like an elephant trunk
with a curve. I gave it a few quick tugs and a quick deep throat. It had
the perfect shape, and was very fast on its way to standing up.  My lust
was taking over, and I was very much on camera. I needed a place to go, and
my relief was due in less than 20 minutes.

    The corner in the back. The only place in the store that isn't on
cam. "Follow me."

    I lead him back to the corner of the store. My secret sex corner, as I
called it. I never tell them that. I like the guy to believe that this is a
first time thing for me. It really helps them to enjoy the experience when
they believe that I am risking my job for their sheer hotness. That I am
noting more than a cum hungry whore here to serve them. It really helps out
the straight bravado they up.

    He had his cock out for most of the way, I noticed it when I turned
around. They curve was point the way to the corner where he would unleash
his seed into my belly.

    I got on my knees, and gave the head a few licks before he grabbed the
back of my head and shoved it down my throat. He was almost choking me as
his cock reached his full hardness and was hurting the back of my throat. I
allowed him to pump away until I needed to breath. This boy was drunk and
horny. A dangerous combination for a fertile sorority girl, but a wonderful
combination for me. I pulled off of him and dove into his balls, mainly to
let my throat recover. He took hold of his stick and started smacking me in
the face with it and moaning.

    I ate out his sack for a good minute before taking over his smacking
and jerking him off into my mouth with my suck and twist motion. He had to
be 8 inches, if not nine. As much cock as I suck, you think I would be
better with measurements.

I notcied his pants down, so I bravely grabbed onto his young ass cheeks
with each and and gave them a squeeze. Firm yet giving. I kneaded his ass
while I let him pummel my throat for a minute. I had to shush him several
times, to get him to watch his moaning. Boy was getting loud.

    "Ever had your hole licked?" I wanted to taste that virgin hole, the
virgin holes are always sooo sweet.

    "Nah man. I ain't down like that." He replied trying to put his cock
back into my mouth. I was having none of this. I was gonna lick that hole.

    I spun him around and parted his cheeks and dove right in, full
force. He was too drunk to realize what was happening before it was too
late. But that sweet yelp told me everything I needed to know. I lapped and
darted with my tongue for all I was worth until I felt him begin to push
back into my face. jerking his cock, he had bent over and stuck his ass out
into that "fuck me like a bitch" pose. His face pressed against the wall,
breathing heavily, I pulled him further into me and parted him with my
tongue and tasted that sweet virgin hole. It was everything I thought it
would be, and a tad salty.

    I was thoroughly enjoying eating this boy's hole. I really wanted to
slip my dick into him, but knew he wasn't drunk enough to allow anything
"gay" to happen. I was satisfied licking his hole. He was beginning to
sweat and I could feel his heart pounding in his rectum as his hole kept
trying to tighten around my tongue.

    Reaching around to take hold of his cock, it was no longer sticking
out, but up. And it was very much alone. He had one hand over his mouth and
the other in a tight fist around the movie he selected. Focusing purely on
the sensations coming from his asshole, he had forgotten about jerking off,
and wanted only to be rimmed.

    As much as I was enjoying this, I knew the time was running out before
my relief showed up. I told him to turn around and went a bit crazy on his
cock. Up and down, in and out, spit lubed hand to add more sensation. The
kicker, is and always will be. I open my eyes, go as deep as I can, and
make eye contact with him, and scream "Feed me!" with my eyes. He moaned so
loud, I was convinced I would be fired. I felt the first load, go right
down my throat.

    I pulled off and kept jerking as face as I could. I wanted his load in
my mouth. I wanted to taste this boy. He tasted very sweet. I would make a
mental note to ask him what he had been eating, but brought my attention to
the third and fourth spurt. His moans turned to growls and I lapped up
every bit of it. refusing to allow a single soldier to escape my lips. He
finished after the sixth spurt and fell back against the wall, trying to
catch his breath.

"Open your mouth faggot!" he breathed out. I obediently open to show him
the load. "You gonna waste it?" I closed my mouth and swallowed it all
down.

    "No, sir," I said as meekly as I could muster to the boy who was
several years my junior. I opened my mouth again to show him that I obeyed
his near command.

    "Good boy," he breathed. You can eat my ass again. He spun around and
assumed the position. No pun intended.

    I love how I was given permission to do something that we both
loved. Like it is some big treat. Ya know?

    As he pushed his ass further into my face, I got an idea, I wet a
finger, and rubbed his hole. No objections yet.

    Got in to the nail. Still nothing.

    The first knuckle. "Don't be getting greedy now!" He warned me. Damn,
at least we had a bit of ass fun. I continued with him for another minute,
while jerking my own cock until I came in a puddle on the floor. I finished
and stood up. He was hard again, or still. I don't think it ever went down,
honestly.

    I helped him get dressed and position his tool so it wasn't completely
obvious what we had just done incase he bumped into another customer at the
door or something.

    We walked up to the front counter, and he purchased his movie, full
price. Didn't even ask for a discount. I would have given it to him for
free, but hey a sale is a sale, right?

I bagged him up and gave him his change. I followed him outside for my
post-orgasm cigarette. he stood there and made small talk with me about
some bullshit I don't even remember. before I asked him had he ever been
rimmed before. He told me no, but that he loved it. He asked me to do it
again, I reminded him that he had my number. Promising to use it, he
started scratching his supple ass as an invitation.

    "Can you do it again? Like, now?" he asked with that puppy dog drunken
red eyes. I agreed and put out my cigarette and headed back inside. What
happened in the next ten minutes, is for another story entirely.

Until next time...

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