Date: Mon, 28 Aug 2006 12:46:31 EDT
From: VAgentlman365600@aol.com
Subject: produce manager-2

This is a follow-up to a story a wrote back in June 2005.  Please post
and paste if you like this installment.

I was at home one evening when my phone rang.  I don't usually answer my
cell phone, unless I know who is calling, but this number seemed vaguely
familiar, so I picked up the call.

"Hello?"

"Hey, fag."

"What??? Who is this?"

"This is the guy from the grocery store.  Can I come by for a few
minutes?"

Several months before I had an encounter with a straight produce manager
that works at a grocery store near my home.  I had actually left a note
on his truck windshield, and when he called me three days later we had a
very hot sex session.  I hadn't heard from him in months, so I figured it
was a one-time experimentation for this very hot straight man.

"Um...sure.  Do you remmber how to get to my place?"

"Yes, I'll be there in about ten minutes," he replied.  "Be on your knees
when you answer the door, fag."

"I'll have the door unlocked," I responded, "just come on in."  He hung
up without replying.

I took a quick shower, and positioned myself at the front door.  A few
minutes later I heard a vehicle pull up, and then my door opened.  There
he stood, well over six feet tall, just as I remembered him.  Tall and
lanky, brown hair closely cut, and a stern (almost angry) expression on
his face.

"Go for it," he said, shoving his crotch in my face.  I began mouth his
crotch through the fabric of his khaki work pants.  I could smell his
crotch after a full day of lifting and hauling produce, and I
involuntarily moaned.  "What is it, fag?  Do you like the taste of my
pants?"

"No, sir, I like the smell of your body."

"Here," he said, unbuckling his belt, yanking down his zipper, and
dropping his pants.  "smell me through my shorts.  I haven't had a shower
since yesterday"

I rooted my face underneath his balls, encased in white briefs.  I
sniffed and huffed, and moaned.  I didn't know his name, so I said "Oh,
sir, your crotch smells so good...so masculine."  He seemed to like
that.  He asked me to take him to my bedroom.

When we got there, he stripped, and ordered me to do the same.  Soon I
was on my knees in front of him again, but this time my face was
presented with his big, cut cock with a large bubble of pre-cum on his
cockhead.  He rubbed it all over my face.  "I want you to do what you did
last time," he muttered.

"What?" I said, looking up at the intense expression on his face,
although I knew what he wanted.

Instead of answering me, he turned around and stuck his ass in my face.
"Lick it, queer."  I gulped and stared at the broad back that tapered
down to a narrow waist with a hairy ass, and lots of hair fanning out of
the crack.  I stared at this beautiful man offering me his most private
part, and he reached back with both hands, spreading his ass open and
showing me his asshole.  I stuck my face in his ass and inhaled.  The
smell of sweat, ass funk, and male musk surrounded me.  I inhaled deeply.

"Don't just smell it, you nasty fag, eat it."  I did.  I dove in with my
tongue extended and began lapping at his ass like a dog.  He sighed when
my tongue lapped his hole.  I worked my tongue up and down his asscrack,
tasting his essence, rolling my tongue around and around his funky
asshole.  It pulsed as I ate it.  I was going crazy with the smell and
taste of his ass on my face.

"Lay back, queer, and let me ride your face," he commanded,  as he sat,
pushing me onto my back and sitting on my face.  I thought my nose would
break as he ground his ass all over my face, finally concentrating on my
tongue up his hole.  His hole relaxed and I was able to jam my tongue up
inside him.  He cursed and called me every thing he could think of.  He
must have ridden my tongue for twenty minutes before he said, "So,
faggot, you ever been ass-fucked?"

"MMMphph," I tried to answer with his ass smothering me.  He lifted off
me and said "Get on your hands and knees.  Now."  He may have been a
straight man when he walked in the door, but I knew what was coming
next.  The question was, could I take it.