The man didn’t seem to hear him, too engrossed in the sight of the pink handle sticking out from between Frank’s firm, round cupcakes before he began to lick around it, pressing his tongue against the plastic, even managing to slip the tip of his tongue into the hole alongside it.
Suddenly he stood up and, taking a firm grip on the base of the vibrating dildo, pulled it out of Frank’s ass with one hard yank. Frank did his best to stifle his cry of surprise and pain at the suddenness of the action and the friction it caused, his hands reaching out to grab at the top of the counter to keep him from toppling over. Looking over his shoulder, he saw the man had pushed his trousers down past his thighs and was now busy squatting down slightly and pushing the thoroughly lubed vibrator into his own hungry man-hole. Frank knew the exact moment the artificial cock hit his prostate, as the member seemed to lose all tension, a look of delicious pleasure spread all over his face.
Opening his eyes, the member then grabbed Frank by both hips and, just as brutally fast as he’d emptied Frank’s back-pussy, he filled him back up, this time with his own twitching man-meat. By the feel of it, the customer had a very respectable 7 something inches of his own, though fortunately not too thick – just thick enough to make Frank feel it as the hot cock was shoved into him to the hilt, while not so thick that he was worried about internal damage. “Ohh!” an involuntary sighing-moan forced its way out his lips as the member’s balls slapped against his firm butt. “Ahhh!” as the cock began to pull back out again, retreating until only the head remained before being rammed back in.
From the beginning the fuck was a quick, hard one. Frank didn’t know if it was because the customer had obviously been primed before his arrival at the Club, or if he was just inspired by the buzzing 9 inches of thick plastic vibrating against his inner erogenous zones, but this was definitely going to be a quick cum on the customer’s part – which probably meant that Frank himself wouldn’t get the chance to shoot his own wad. Oh, well, he could at least enjoy the hard battering his prostate was receiving, as well as the grunts and moans coming from behind him as the customer pounded himself to orgasm inside of Frank’s welcoming body.
“Ohhh, ass! Oh, fuckin’ ass! Fuck! Gimme that ass! Oh, fuck!” What the man’s moaned words lacked in originality they more than made up for in passion as he pistonned back and forth.
Frank only had a moment’s warning before his rectum was flooded, the hot flow helping to ease the burning friction as his customer’s hips speeded up even more for his climax. “Yes! Yes! Fuck, YES!!!”
Frank’s own excitement was reaching a boiling point, although between the restraint fastened on his dick’s base and the fact that he needed both hands to keep from being slammed into the counter he was leaning against – which would have crushed his erection in the most painful way if he let go – he couldn’t give himself the kind of relief his customer was experiencing. Still, he’d take a flooded rectum over a dry one any day.
As the last shots fired from his buried cock, the man leaned against Frank’s back, his death-grip on Frank’s hips finally easing, his body slowly relaxing as he came down from his climax, panting breath whooshing against the back of Frank’s neck. “Ahh, shit… yeah!”
Resting for a few moments, the customer then pulled himself upright, disengaging his spent cock from Frank’s raw-feeling hole and bent over to pull up his trousers. After repeatedly trying, and failing, to pull them all the way up the confused look on his face only cleared as he remembered the vibrator still lodged deep inside of him.
“Allow me, sir,” Frank said, gently turning the man around the reaching down for the handle. Slowly he pulled it out, his movements far more gentle than the member’s had been when HE had removed the dildo from Frank. After he successfully pulled it free, the man finished pulling up his clothing and re-fastened them. He appeared rather embarrassed, now that it was all over, his eyes not meeting Franks, but looking down at the floor – or at Frank’s purple, leaky dick.
He seemed to find new inspiration at the sight and, licking his lips, the man once again went down on his knees and took Franks erection into his mouth for a deep-throated suck. Pulling his face away briefly, he kept his eyes firmly at crotch level as he asked, “May I?”
It took Frank’s sluggish mind a moment to understand the question – did he want to take Frank’s cock away with him as a souvenir or something? ‘Oh, I see!’ Looking at the restraint around the base, the member wasn’t sure if Frank was allowed to spunk off.
Frank was more than happy to reassure him, “Members are allowed to do almost anything they wish, sir, so long as it is not illegal. I’m here to give you whatever service you require, sir. Would you like me to something else for you, sir?”
Finally looking Frank in the eye, the member said, “Yes. I want you to give me a mouthful, more if you can manage it, in ten seconds or less.”
“In that case, sir, might I suggest you return to what you were doing so very skillfully only a few seconds ago? I can guarantee you’ll get the mouthful, but how soon is really… OH, YEAH!” It took all of Frank’s self-control not to grab onto the man’s head as the most powerful suction he’d ever felt was applied to his cockhead, followed by a full, deep-thoated massage for his whole tingling shaft.
It might have been ten seconds. It might have been ten years. All Frank knew was that he was getting one of the most awesome blow-jobs of his life and, much like the fuck that preceded it, it was over much too soon – although, at least this time it was HIM shooting his wad into another man’s willing orifice.
And just like that, the man was gone. It was a good thing there was no-one out in the street looking into the building, as Frank was retroactively aware that he had stood of full view of the doorway for the, admittedly brief, moment it had been open. It seemed to his sluggish mind that he had cum, blinked, there was a flash of light (the door opening and closing, showing the brightly sunlit street), and suddenly he was alone.
Or, almost alone. “Wow! And here I’d been led to believe that the day shift was a dud! Do they always suck you like that, or do you have to be a really good fuck?” Jason was lightly stroking himself as he moved from behind the curtains, the flush on his youthful face an almost unnecessary accent to how aroused the scene he’d witnessed had made him.
“Well, I’ll tell you, man – I’ve done more than 50 day shifts on this job, and that was singularly THE most exciting one I’ve ever, EVER had! By a mile!” Frank smiled, reaching behind himself to finger his well-used hole. “And, by the way, get your hand off of that,” he gestured with his free hand towards Jason’s hand rubbing his throbbing cock, “You’ve got to sit behind the desk and cover for me till I finish cleaning up and get wood again. The idea is that there might be another club member coming in for a nooner while I’m out of commission. But don’t count on it – lightning isn’t likely to strike twice. But it is against day-shift rules for the guy on duty to get off unless it’s for the benefit of a club member – and in case no-one told you, our boss likes to spring surprise inspections on day-shifters, and if he catches you spanking the monkey, you’ll be in big trouble, whether you cum or not.”