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More Cock than I Expected at the Supermarket
I just got back from the supermarket. Here, the supermarkets have been smart and bulldozed the single story and built skyrise apartments overhead with the ground floor reserved for themselves. A great idea and a ready market of customers.
This evening, I dropped into the supermarket after work. Looking sharp (if not a little frazzled after a long day) I was wondering around, mind somewhere else. But, as I walked down the bread aisle, passed a mixed race guy. I genuinely was looking for bagels but as I passed him, noticed a long, thick sausage that was clearly pushing out of his black track pants.
Damn, I thought as I walked past. I walked down to where the bagels were and pretended that I couldn’t find what I wanted and walked back…. Just to be sure. Yup. A long, thick sausage there.
I turned again, ‘looking’ for my bagels and this time, he noticed that I was looking at his bulge. ‘Found what you’re looking for yet?’ he asked.
I looked a bit surprised, ‘No – I wanted something for my hotdogs’, I said and glanced down as his bulge (forget the bagels, I knew which sausage I wanted for my hotdog…)
‘I think I know where I can find what you’re looking for’, he said and tilted his head towards the end of the aisle.
I followed him in good faith thinking he was (funnily) taking me on face value that I was in fact, looking for hotdog buns!
There’s a toilet at the front of the supermarket and he walked straight in, with a cheeky glance over his shoulder as he did so. I followed him in. He was standing at the urinal. I fronted up and stood next to him.
Slowly, he slid his track pants down and a long, thick, cut cock sprung out. A heavy bell end head swung back and forth as he gave me a cheeky glance from the side. I am no shower and was a little reluctant to flop mine out as it was nothing to compare to his own, but I undid my belt, lowered my fly and dropped my underwear, releasing my cock and then looping my ballsack out with another finger to give him a decent look at the whole package.
My cock basically shot up and he stood there and stroked his to life. Damn. It was a think to behold. Thick, veiny and the head swelling as I watched. I slowly stroked mine and watched him as he grew to his full length. Fuck. I was so horny and just wanted to suck it.
I reached over and went to stroke his cock and he moved away a bit, glancing behind us at the door and shook his head. Damn, I thought, really?
He lent over and asked quietly, ‘where do you live?’
‘A few stops away on the subway’, I said
He had a cheeky look in his eye and nodded towards the ceiling, ‘upstairs’, he said.
Glancing at my cock, he nodded upwards again and I nodded.
Struggling to stuff our hard cocks back into our pants, we made our way out of the toilet and up a few flights of stairs and into his apartment. Door closed, we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. Kissing passionately, I could feel his hardening cock against mine and we rubbed back and forth against each other’s hardness.
I couldn’t help myself. I sank to my knees and slowly pulled down his track pants for his massive cock to spring out and slap me in the chin. Not the worst thing in the world! I took his thick cock in my hand and wrapped my hand around its girth. Guiding it to my mouth, I started to suck the massive head, licking off the precum and sliding my tongue around the engorged head.
He was looking down at me and me, looking up. Desire was raging in both our eyes and I reached forward and grabbed a handful of his ball sack and gave them a slow tug. He threw his head back and moaned – clearly his vice.
I opened up wide and stated to slide his veined cock into my mouth. He grabbed my hair and grabbed a bunch on either side, slowly drawing in his fists – he’d now found mine. I, once again, opened my belt buckle, unzipped my fly and slid my trousers and underwear down to let my cock free to stroke as I sucked his thick cock and pulled lightly on my hair.
I worked my way around his cock, down to his ball sack and under it, lapping up all of his scent and manliness. All the time, stroking his thick cock.
Most guys like this just want cock adoration, but he was not the usual run of the mill…. He reached down and slowly brought me to my feet then slithered down and took a breath at the fact that I am shaved.
He spent time licking my ball sack and stroking my uncut cock back and forth, precum sliding all around and dripping off over the side of his face each time he slid it upwards. It was the time he spent sucking my balls that almost sent me over the edge, but managed to slow his hand with a touch of mine. He was so good that he managed to get both of my balls in his mouth at the same time and with a slurping noise, slowly pulled down on them. I was in in heaven.
All the time, his own hand was stroking his own cock and sliding his finger around on the mushroom head and spreading his own precum around to lube things up. Looking down at this hot guy sucking my ball sack, stroking my cock up and down and then down to his own long cock in his hand, dripping with pre all over the floor was just. So. Hot.
Slowly he worked under my ball sack and underneath. His tongue slowly seeking my hole. He had me over the armrest of the couch and I slowly rocked back. He relinquished my cock to support my thighs to stop me falling back and his grip was firm but strong. Finally making it to my hole, he took long – appreciative laps, like cat licking milk with pleasure.
I let a moan loose and shivered as he went deeper and deeper with that expert tongue. All the time stroking my own cock and thinking about what he was doing with his own, kneeling on the floor in front of me. My mind was buzzing with what he was going to do next.
He expertly lifted me off the couch in a single lift and took me over to the dining table, gently placing me down on the edge and pushed me back. He stood over me and laid his cock over mine. Placing his hot ball sack against mine and slid up and down to share the warmth of them both. While my cock may not have sized up to his, he lay his on top of mine and with a bit of spit on his hand, began to mix the precum and saliva, rubbing them as one in his hand – sliding both cocks together which simply felt like he was still sucking my shaft.
Looking around the table, he managed to grab some olive oil and with a smirk of mirth, drizzled the oil over our cocks and balls like it was a main course and it was… a main course.
Slowly stroking our cocks together and moving his hand up and down my ball sack, he again made his way down to my hole. Gently sliding in one, then two fingers while I writhed on the table. Still stroking our cocks as one, I had to move his hand off or I was going to explode there and then.
With his own cock in his hand and stroking it slowly, he dragged it down, over my ball sack and towards my ass. I was ready and stroking my cock, waiting to be ruined by this man.
He nudged the fat head of his cock against my hole a few times, testing the water and after a few more strokes of an oily hand, slowly edge it in. I gasped a bit but lay back and relaxed, stroking my own hardness as inch by inch, this thick cock stretched my hole.
I let out a moan of delight as he was sliding in my manhole, looking me in the eye the whole time. At one point, he leant over and kissed me passionately as he slid in a little more, covering my mouth as I moaned and sliding his tongue in to kiss me deeply.
His huge cock was all the way in, right up to the hilt and I arched my back a little to give him the space he needed to start fucking my ass. At first he went slowly as I relaxed into the rhythm and the picked up the pace, my hand following suit with the rhythm on my cock.
Fuck this was hot. His ball sack was slapping my ass with each stroke as I begged him to fuck me deep and hard. With a wicked glint in his eye, he thrust all the way in to the point of me gasping and only withdrew a few inches before fucking me like a machine gun – bap bap bap bap bap…… Each time pushing me backward on the table.
He dragged me forward and speared me on his cock again and again, each time fucking me hard, pulling me back onto his rigid pole and making me cry out in pleasure. It was so intense that I had to stop stroking my own cock and had both hands trying to grip the edge of the table to remain impaled the whole time.
Dripping with sweat from the exertion, he leaned over me and slowed his thrusting to be able to take my cock in one of his hands and stroke it in time with his thrusts. When the oil ran dry, he reached for more, aimlessly splashing the lubrication over my chest like olive oil cum and wiping up what he needed in his hand before stroking my cock once more.
I was edging and he knew it. His grin grew cheeky as he played with my cock – bringing me to the tantalizing edge before slowing down and fondling my ball sack for a bit. But this time, he was going for gold.
He upped the tempo on his thrusts and I knew exactly his plan. Fuck my till I blew wads of cum all over my chest and he was right. Taking over from his hand, he looped his arms under my knees and drew me in deeper than before. His balls slapping hard against my ass with each thrust, I felt the orgasm building. My eyes were locked onto his as he pounded my ass and with a final, guttural yowl, floods of cum covered my chest and abs – like a sea of cream and I threw my head back in release.
He withdrew in one deft move and stood over me stroking his thick meat. Oil dripping with precum splattering everywhere, he too threw his head back and with a huge growl, unloaded his seed all over me, some catching my face and hair in the first few shots then mixing with my own cream sensation on my chest.
We were both panting from the exertion and I lay there till it subsided, glowing in the pleasure of what just took place. No words were spoken, just soaking up the sensation of two such massive loads being blown.
He smiled at me. ‘Nice to meet you, I’m Nick’
‘Guy’, I said and put out a cum soaked, oily hand. He shook it and we both broke into fits of laughter.
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