Date: Thu, 19 Jun 2008 22:58:03 -0700
From: Porn Writer <hot.porn.writer@gmail.com>
Subject: Snagged in the Produce Aisle - Part 1

The events and characters depicted in this story are purely fictional, and
should not be misconstrued for real life events and characters. Any
similarities are purely coincidental.

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He was a beautiful guy; seemingly average, but the more I looked at him, the
more beauty I recognized in him. He was about 5'6" tall, I'd guess, and
probably just over 200 lbs. He had a shaved head and a goatee, which I found
very sexy. However, it was his bright eyes and big smile that made me
recognize his true beauty.  This guy had lips that begged to be kissed, and
big white teeth. There was just something about him that clicked with me
from the moment I spotted him in the grocery store.

As my eye toured his body, I became more aroused. Nice belly, good
proportions, and a great pair of hairy legs below his khaki shorts, and boat
shoes with no socks. As my eyes traveled back up his body, I was floored to
see him staring right into my eyes with a big smile. I knew there was no
doubt I had been snagged.

"Hi.", he said, as he spun a bag of scallions, so he could put a bag tie on
it.

"Hi.", I said, feeling myself blush so bad, I felt like my face was on fire.

"How are you?", he asked, with a knowing look. I knew now I wasn't getting
out of this one.

"Fine, thanks.", I said, trying to play it cool.

"Nice.", he said as he looked me up and down.

Fighting like a trapped animal, I said, "Can you believe how expensive this
stuff is. I mean, it's produce! How can it be so outrageous."

Not letting me off the hook, he replied, "Huh. I didn't see you checking out
the produce." He had a big smile on his face, and I wanted to grab him and
kiss him right there.

"Yeah, sorry about that.", I said, indirectly confessing.

"Are you kidding? You like?", he asked vaguely.

I nodded, "Oh, yeah."

"Me too.", he replied.

"Wanna grab a cup of coffee later?", he asked.

"Sure.", I returned.

"Cool. I need to run these groceries home. Wanna meet a Java House at, let's
say, eight?", he offered. This is a great little cafe in at the corner of
17th and Q Streets, in northwest DC, a predominately gay area of town.

"Sure!", I replied.

"Great, then I better get moving. See ya there.", he said with a smile.

As I turned away, I thought, "Damn, that guy is HOT! Man, I hope this works
out."

I hurried through the store, and ran my groceries back to my place. I then
brushed my teeth and hair, and headed back out the door.  As I arrived at
Java House, I saw him waiting nervously outside. As he saw me approaching,
that big smile overtook his face, and he said, "I was hoping you'd come.
Wanna grab some coffee?"

"Sure!", I said, as we walked toward the entrance.

He opened the door for me, and placed his hand on the small of my back to
guide me through. His touch was electric, and I just felt like I wanted to
get closer to him. As we walked in, I was struck by the smell of coffee
roasting. The smell was heavenly, and absolutely solidified my need for a
strong cup of that!

"Wow, that smells incredible.", I said.

"Yeah, it does.", he replied.

We approached the counter, and he said, "So, what do you like?"

"Coffee. Black. Just black.", I said.

"Wow, you're easy.", he said.

I smiled at him and blushed, and he said, "You're adorable."

"No, you are!", I said.

"Glad you think so. Hey, you want a desert? They have great White Chocolate
Mousse Cake.", he said.

"No, thanks, though.", I said.

"C'mon. Splurge.", he encouraged.

"Ok", I said. I just couldn't seem to get past being embarrassed by him
catching me staring at him. Even now, I couldn't take my eyes off of him. He
was a neat guy, wearing a white t-shirt under his button down. His nails
were clean and trimmed, and his hair was cut close to his balding head.

I was yanked back to reality by a voice from behind the counter, "Yes,
Gentlemen, what can I do for you guys?", asked the middle aged, dark skinned
shopkeeper.

"Two black coffees, and two pieces of White Chocolate Mousse Cake.", my new
friend responded, as he moved in tight behind me, with his hands on my hips
and his belly against my back. I wanted this guy so bad, and feeling him
against me was making my cock hard! It was as if he was radiating some sort
of sexual aura that was making him irresitible to me.

"You smell good.", he whispered.

"I think you do, too.", I said.

"So far, so good.", he replied through that big smile.

"Wanna go grab us a table outside, while I pay for this?", he asked.

"Here, let me give you some money...", I offered.

"No way. You just get us a table. I got it.", he insisted.

"Ok. Thanks!", I said.

I went outside and a woman who had been sitting reading a book with her dog
on the ground next to her was just cleaning up her table.

"Are you leaving?", I confirmed.

"Yeah.", she said.

"Oh, great. Thanks.", I said as I settled into one of the green plastic
chairs at the green plastic table. It was just a little neighborhood cafe,
where practicality ruled. But, they had great coffee, and I love to sit
outside.

Soon, he came through the door with nothing in his hands. "They're going to
bring it out in a few minutes.", he explained.

"So, my name is Chris by the way.", he offered.

"I'm Tom.", I returned.

We talked about all the usual stuff, and really got on well. We were in
similar fields. He helped develop content for text books, and I was a
freelance business writer. We enjoyed our cake and coffee, and before we
knew it, it was 10:30 p.m. on a Thursday night.

"Well, my friends. I'm afraid we are closing.", the shopkeeper announced, as
he approached the table. "Can I get you anything else?"

"No, thanks. We should get going.", Chris said.

We both started to stand up, and walked out to the sidewalk. I had a sinking
feeling in my stomach, not wanting the evening to end. I couldn't remember
the last time I met such an engaging guy, and I could look at him forever.

"I'm just going to say it. I'm really enjoying talking to you, and I'm not
ready for it to end. Can I talk you into coming over to my place for a
while...just to talk? I promise, it's just to talk.", he said.

"I know, I'm really enjoying it, too. Sure.", I said.

I love DC at night. The streets are quiet, but somehow still energized. I
especially love walking along the sidewalks and being able to see into some
of the row houses, and how beautifully their decorated.

The sound of gently rolling thunder filled the sky, and a breeze had picked
up. We got to his place, just as the first drops of rain were falling, and
the air smelled so good and clean.

"This is me.", he said, as we approached The Chastleton, a 1920's apartment
building with beautiful architecture that had recently gone condo. An
impressive building, which had been home to many famous people, including
General MacArthur and Wallis Simpson, who would later become the Duchess of
York.

He led me in the front door, and down a long corridor toward an elevator.
The building is amazing, in that the further into it you go, the more
isolated you feel from the world. It just feels like a solid piece of
architecture.

We boarded the elevator with a young professional woman, who got off on the
next floor. The doors closed and Chris pulled me toward him, teasingly.

The elevator stopped and he led me to his unit. We entered and his place was
decorated in an eclectic style, typical of Washington, DC. Lots of books,
and intelligent knick knacks. It was very comfortable, and he walked through
turning on a few lights and some nice music.

"What can I get you to drink?", he asked.

"Just water, is fine.", I said.

"Nah, come on. Really?", he confirmed.

"Yep, I love water.", I ensured him.

"You got it.", he said. "Have a seat on the sofa."

Not considering the implications or the precision of that instruction, I sat
down on the sofa, and explored his artwork and collectables. He had a few
strategically placed pictures of him with various friends and family
members. He looked like a genuinely happy guy, and I was glad to see his
place was tidy, though not surprised.

He came from the kitchen and handed me a glass of ice water, and then placed
a couple coasters on the coffee table.

"So, do you usually check guys out in the grocery store?", he asked out of
nowhere.

My face turned instantly red, and I wanted to just get up and run. "No, no.
I'm so sorry. I can't believe I did that.", I apologized.

"Sorry for what? Look at me, do you think it's every day some cute guy
checks me out in the grocery store?", he asked.

"Uh, YEAH!", I replied.

"Pfft, no way. No one has ever done that before. I see guys checking me out
once in a while, but not like you.", he said.

"You are a VERY attractive man. You're a HOTTIE!", I insisted.

"Yeah? I'm glad you think so.", he said.

"Let me ask you a question. Would you be mad at me if I broke my promise?",
he asked.

Puzzled, I replied, "Broke what promise?"

"My promise that we would just talk.", he said. "I have wanted to kiss you
all night."

"Hrm... I don't know. You DID promise. I remember that very clearly. It was
definitely a promise.", I said mockingly.

"Shut up.", he argued, "You have to pay the price for checking me out in the
grocery store. I figure you owe me."

He brought his lips to mine. It was just the way I imagined. He had big full
lips, and his kiss was electric. I had no choice but to return his kiss, and
our tongues met and explored each others' mouths. I didn't want the kiss to
end.

We kissed and nuzzled each other for the better part of an hour, with the
sound a thunderstorm raging outside. It was getting very late. We had slid
down on the sofa, and he was lying beside me, with his face above mine,
kissing me deeply.

"If you keep this up, we're both going to have to call in sick tomorrow, and
you'll have to stay.", he said.

"No, we can't do that. That would look bad, especially on a Friday.", I
insisted.

"Yeah, sucks for them, huh? I want you to stay with me. You can't go out in
this rain, anyway. C'mon on...", he said.

"Mmmm... Ok.", I agreed.

He broke into laughter. "That wasn't a hard sell!"

"Man, look at you. I wanted to do you in the Safeway! You're lucky you've
held me at bay this long.", I countered.

"Oh, really? Sounds like we're in for a nice night, then.", he said.

He slid off the sofa and onto his knees on the floor. "Then, you won't be
needing these.", he said as he started removing my shoes.

"Not unless we have a fire drill.", I cracked.

It felt incredible as he started to massage my foot. I laid my head back
against the sofa, and just went with it. Man, this guy knew what he was
doing. Then, I felt air moving past my foot and looked up to find him
sniffing it.

"You smell good. Am I freaking you out?", he asked.

Honestly, I had never had anyone do that before, but so far I was not
terribly freaked out.

"No, not at all.", I insisted.

Unlike Chris, I hadn't had time to go home and change after work, so I was
still wearing the dress socks I had put on that morning--they were very
thin, the ribbed kind, where you could see my foot through them very
vaguely. And, my feet had been in shoes all day, so I was betting my feet
smelled pretty strong. But, he looked like he was in heaven.

Suddenly, my toes felt wet and I realized he was sucking on my toes through
my dress socks. It was kind of crazy, but it felt really good, and he was
totally into it. I indulged myself and let him continue. He explored my
entire foot with his tongue, and then slowly started taking off my sock.
First, he pulled my sock only half way up my foot. He licked and sucked on
my heel, and slowly pushed the sock up further, so he could lavish his
attention on the ball of my foot. I was in heaven, as he worked his magic on
me. I was moaning in approval, and he was encouraging me to enjoy it.

"Yeah, you like that? Your feet smell so good. They taste so good. Does this
feel good?", he asked.

"Yeah, it feels incredible. Come up here, I want to try.", I said.

"What? What do you mean?", he asked cautiously.

"I want to try doing this to you.", I said.

"Are you sure?", he asked.

"Yeah, Baby. Please?", I pleaded.

"Ok, come on, let's go to the bed, so we can get more comfortable.", he
offered.

We went back to the bedroom, and he started unbuttoning my shirt, as I
unbuttoned his. I was a few inches taller than him and probably weight about
50 or 60 pounds more. He was furry all over, definitely a bear type. I was
more of a chub, with little hair on my chest or belly, but plenty on my arms
and legs. In contrast to his beautiful brown eyes, mine are blue, and my
hair is brown--ok, salt and pepper.

As he pushed my shirt off of me, over my shoulders, he ran his hands across
my chest and belly. I got his shirt off, but still had that undershirt to
contend with. I grabbed it at the bottom and started to lift, as he raised
his arms to allow its removal.

His body was beautiful. He had a big furry belly and chest, and I couldn't
resist bending over to kiss it and run my face over it. He grabbed the back
of my head, then leaned down and kissed it. It was great.

I reached down and unbuckled his belt, and then unfastened his pants. As his
pants fell to the floor, he was standing there in just his boxers, and I
knelt down and pulled them to the ground, revealing a beautiful cock and big
hairy balls. I leaned in and kissed the head of his cock. Realizing that it
was already coated with precum, I drew it into my mouth to clean it off, and
he threw back his head and moaned.

"Stop, stop. Let's get you undressed, too.", he said.

He unbuckled my pants and unbuttoned them, and then pushed them down, so I
could step out of them. He then leaned in and started sniffing and sucking
my cock through my boxer briefs. I felt his fingers move under the
waistband, as he stripped me of my last piece of clothing, except for one
sock.

"Come on. Let's climb up on the bed.", he instructed.

We lay in a 69 position, and he began working on my remaining socked foot,
giving it the same treatment he had given the other. I pulled one of his
feet closer to me, and ran my hand over it. The skin was so soft and smooth.
I pulled it toward my face, and breathed in its faint scent. It smelled like
a foot, but a clean one. I was surprised at how aroused I was getting from
it. He seemed oblivious to my exploration, as he continued his work on my
foot.

I eventually took one of his toes into my mouth, and he let out a sigh.
Before I knew it, I was aggressively making out with this foot, licking
between his toes, sucking on his toes, sucking on the ball of his foot,
licking his sole, and sucking on his heel. He seemed to be really enjoying
it, and I eventually went onto the other one.

This went on for some time, and then he started moving up my leg, so I did
the same. Soon, we each had the others' balls in our face, and we were
licking and sucking on them. This lasted for about a half hour, until he
adjusted himself again and started working on my cock.

His mouth felt great as it engulfed my cock, and he had me raging horny. I
took his thick cock into my mouth and was doing my best on it.

"You better stop...", he said, still stroking my cock and getting me
incredibly close to cumming.

"Uh uh.", I argued.

"This is your last chance. I'm gonna cum. Oh fuck. I'm gonna cum.
Ooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh...", he groaned, as he filled my mouth with his ball
juice.

"Fuck, oh fuck. That is so hot. I want yours. Give me your come, Baby.", he
said.

I didn't need much coaxing, and as he continued stroking my cock, I blew my
load all over his face and chest.

"Oh yeah! Let me drain that cock. Yeah, that's so hot! Dump those balls,
Baby. Come on. Let me milk it all out of you.", he encouraged, as he leaned
forward and engulfed my cock with his mouth.

As we both collapsed back onto the bed, still in the 69 position. "Aw, that
was great...", he said as his voice tapered off.

"Sure was. I got more than I bargained for in the produce aisle tonight!", I
said, as we both broke into laughter. "Fuck, if celery is $2.50, I don't
want to know what this is going to cost me!"

"Come on, let's go get cleaned up, Funny Man.", he said.

We went to the bathroom, and he got the water temperature adjusted.

"I gotta pee.", I said.

"Yeah? I want it.", he replied.

"What?", I asked.

"I want you to piss on me.", he said as he nuzzled my cheek and kissed my
lips.

"No way. Are you serious? I'm not sure I can do that.", I said.

"Why not?", he asked.

"Um, I have a hard time peeing when someone else is in the room.", I said
sheepishly.

"A lot of guys, do. Here, come over here. I'm going to kneel in the tub. You
just relax and take all the time you need. When you're ready, just piss.",
he instructed.

We stepped into the tub. I leaned against the back wall and closed my eyes.
I REALLY needed to piss, but it just wasn't happening.

"Just relax. I want your piss. I'm going to wait right here as long as it
takes. Just listen to the water, and let it rip whenever you're ready.", he
coaxed.

"I'm trying.", I said, as I felt him reach up and start rubbing my legs
softly, and then my belly. I was really close to letting loose, now, but
just couldn't get over that edge.

Then, I told myself, "Just forget he's there. Just piss and think about
something else." Before you know it, I felt the first trickle.

"Yeah, there ya go. Give me that piss.", he growled.

I felt myself relax and relief overcame me as I felt my bladder starting to
empty and the stream of piss strengthen. When I was sure I could keep going,
I opened my eyes, and there was Chris bathing in my piss. He would open his
mouth and let it fill with my piss and then close it. I couldn't tell
whether he was swallowing it or spitting it out, because the shower was
washing over him. Eventually my stream stopped, and he leaned in and sucked
on my cock a bit.

"You want mine?", he asked as he looked up at me.

"I guess.", I said, as he stood up to trade places. I got on my knees and
Chris almost instantly sent a stream of piss slapping against my chest.

"Want a taste? Open your mouth.", he directed.

Without thinking, I opened my mouth and instantly felt his piss filling my
mouth. I don't know whether it was instinct or desire, but I started
swallowing. It didn't taste anything like I expected. He grabbed my head and
pulled my mouth onto his cock, while he continued pissing, and I was
swallowing all I could, gulp after gulp, with Chris's hand on the back of my
head, holding his cock in my mouth.

Eventually, his stream tapered off, and he helped me up off the floor,
quickly locking his lips against mine and exploring my mouth with his
tongue. It was far more erotic than I had ever imagined it, and wasn't at
all disgusting. I was surprised that I actually enjoyed it.

"You're a keeper.", Chris said.

"Let's get cleaned up and go get into bed, and we maybe we can do this all
again in a few hours.", he smiled.

"Sounds good to me!", I agreed.

We showered, and then crawled into bed. We made out for a while, and then he
turned his back toward me, and pulled my arms around him. I spooned him,
wrapping my arms around that sexy furry belly of his. I gently kissed his
neck and ear, and we drifted off to sleep together.