A gay adult story: Clean-Up In Aisle One by lamby93 ,
Some times a trip to the shops can be more interesting than it sounds…
OK, here goes. Hopefully if I write this down my mind will clear up. So…erm…hi…paper… My name’s Jake and I’ve got a strange story to tell…
It all started last Thursday and it was the day I was meant to go to the shops and get some supplies. The supermarket we went to was always very good, never seemed to run out of anything. So I just popped down one morning to get the odd items, when I found myself sharing an aisle with a new teenage shelf stacker. He was average-sized for his age and had short blonde hair, with a blue shirt and black trousers that seemed to contain a rather well kept body. He gave me once glance and I found myself automatically busying my eyes in what ended up being curry powder. I could probably feel his cocky smile burning into my back.
Now I’d just like to point out at this point I’d never known myself to be even the slightest bit gay. I’ve been married for a year! I’d never thought I’d even have my attention caught by this guy. I mean he’s…a guy, how could I possibly like him?
While I was wondering why I was pretending to look at curry powder a deep voice behind me growled:
“Excuse me sir, do you need some help?” It was then when I realized I was snookered. I turned round and it was then I got a chance to see his face. You couldn’t exactly say he was unattractive, although he seemed to bear the scars of a few drunken fights. His eyes were…well you could say teasingly brown, almost as if he was looking for trouble. As he spoke he always smirked, I had no ideas why…
“Erm, yeah” I replied, feebly. Why was I talking like this? “I was looking for the milk?”
“I bet you were!” I wasn’t expecting as a reply… “It’s over in the fridges, at the other end of the store!” he answered in the cockiest way possible. Now I just looked stupid. I walked off back the way I came, without even thanking him. I bet he was laughing to himself all the time…
I just felt I needed to get out of there as quickly as possible before I found myself getting pointlessly embarrassed in front of that shelf stacker again. I grabbed the nearest bottle of milk to me and went to the nearest checkout. But:
“Oh hello again sir!” Tom smiled up at me (his name tag before you ask). I groaned inside to see him again. “I see you got your milk then…”
“Yes” I grumbled
“Sure you don’t need anything else with that sir?”
“No thanks”
“Doesn’t look like a lot though. Sure I can’t interest you in some eggs?” God he was annoying. Why can’t he just leave me alone? My ears perked up though… “…blowjob?”
“What?”
“You heard me…” This guy was massively confident to even suggest it!
“What? No! I can’t! I’m married!”
“Never stopped anyone before!” he grinned
“No! Just stop it! Leave me alone!” I grabbed my bags and hurried out of the store.
I sat in the car and found myself thinking about what he’d just said. His growling voice rolling over and over in my head, that one word… I shook it off, this couldn’t be happening to me! I drove off but the radio still couldn’t drown out the voice in my head.
The journey home seemed to take ages. And I wasn’t greeted in the usual friendly way. In my haste, I’d obviously gone and forgotten many things. A rather lovely argument and a trip back in the car, and I found myself back in the same building as Tom the Randy Shelf Stacker. I couldn’t help but try and dodge aisles to try and avoid him. Why was I doing that? It looked so stupid, a man in his twenties trying to avoid some teenager who likes to wind people up? Why did I keep thinking it would make anything any better?
Then in Aisle 1…
“Back for some more are you?” his boyish smile hit me in the face again. I was just going to have to grin and bear it.
“Well I just forgot a few things; the wife gave me this list…” I felt quietly confident he’d give up his little games. “Any idea where I can get any of these from?” I gave him the list which he pondered for a few seconds.
“Yep, if you’d just like to follow me, sir” he led the way through the store to somewhere that seemed to be a huge warehouse full of stock. I was slightly confused why he brought me here, but then it all became clear when he stopped.
“Right now, pretty boy, you unzip those jeans for me and I’ll get you those things you want!” he eyes had never been so bright and his smile so dark when he said that.
“What?”
“Oh come on, you’ve been gagging for it. And so have I. You look like you’ve got a nice juicy dick stuck in there and it wants to get out!”
“No, I don’t! Just get me the stuff!”
“Do you want me to come and do it myself?”
“Look! I’m taken, and I’m not…”
“So am I, but you’re hot! And your wife has you most of the time anyway! Why not save some for the rest of us poor boys?” By this time, he already had his hands clamped on the denim and was tugging at the buttons. Half of me wanted to fight him off, but the other half…
“But…but what if someone catches us?”
“Oh I’ve done this loads of times before. I suck you until you almost blow, then you go home and your wife gets fucked into seventh heaven!” somehow his voice made me twitch with…excitement I guess?
His cold bare hands then wrenched hold of my semi-erect cock and he squatted down at my knees. His lips wrapped warm and tight around my head, which he playfully licked at. The combination of his freezing hands and his hot mouth drove me wild. I was barely containing myself and his mouth moved down the shaft. By now it was drenched in a saliva-precum mix and was rock solid. He looked up into my eyes, and his were sinfully black as he ravaged at my dick.
“Yeah baby, your cock tastes good; you keep on cumming for Tom! God that tastes so sweet!” He smirked as his tongue went hyperactive. Dare I say this was the best time I’d ever been sucked off? “You’re wife must be gagging to have this in her! Shit, I wonder what this would feel like up my ass.”
Then a thought hit me… “You wanna find out?” I couldn’t help myself from saying. Now it was Tom’s turn to be cautious.
“Jeez, I dunno. I’ve never been fucked in public before… I am rather loud”
“Even better!” Was I really saying this to a guy who was at least 10 years younger than me? “You screw your ass on my fat dick and brace yourself for a fucking hot ride!” He didn’t need asking twice. Seconds later I found myself hurtling towards the hottest orgasm of my life. I had Tom’s peachy ass staring right at me as I bent him over the shelves. This was my first time with a guy, yet I was pounding relentlessly. And he loved it!
“Oh…my…fucking God! That’s hot baby, you keep pounding me with your hot fucking prick! Isn’t it nice to fuck a guy up the ass once in a while, you hot-cocked stud?”He screamed at me as he back-fucked me again and again, craving me to go deeper. His ass was a tight as his mouth and squeezed huge amounts of cum from my spraying cock. It was almost as good as ramming my hot wife’s clit.
“You’re one cock loving slut, Tom. Oh yeah, you fuck nice and hard for Daddy, Look what you’re doing to me! I gonna fucking spray inside your hot ass! Shit yeah, you fuck like a French whore!” I couldn’t believe the sorts of things I’d just said. I wasn’t expecting Tom to disembark so quickly but he shot off the end of my pecker.
“Sorry, sexy; duty calls. But you can always come back for more!” He gasped as he pulled his trousers back up. “Maybe next time I could get to fuck you!” he winked as he turned and went out of the door behind us.
As I sat in the car, I found myself with the biggest cock full of load I’d ever had. I had to let it out. I frantically undid the buttons one more time and stroked at my ten-incher, willing it to get hard again. The events of earlier rolled around in my head uncontrollably. But I didn’t want that! That was a one off, I’m still married remember, I’m still straight. I tried to drown out thoughts of Tom with thoughts of getting home and pounding my wife’s fucking hot slit until she burst with orgasm…like Tom… No! This can’t be happening! I jerked off, faster and faster. Which way would the load fall? Could I face Tom again? Could I ever want my wife as much as before? Where would my mind stop as spunk flew?
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