Subject: The Bloke in the Shop Part 1 The Bloke in the Shop My first real time? My first time being touched by another man, a real man? As opposed to the fumbles with the odd or very odd bloke I met? Ok, here goes…… Working late one night at the shop, I stopped off at a new off licence on the way home to buy some fags. The owner was behind the counter, and as any new business owner will tell you, it pays to be polite and friendly to your customers – very friendly! Believe me, he was my ideal at the time – short and stocky, cropped hair, clipped moustache and stubbly chin. A tantalising glimpse of a hairy chest through his checked shirt – a clone of sorts but back then, the type of man guaranteed to get my cock hard and straining in my jeans. After serving me with my cigarettes, we got into a bit of small talk. Chatting away, I took the opportunity to view the rest of this man – tight faded jeans and trainers and one hell of a package. The conversation seemed to have stopped whilst I checked out how well his jeans fitted – the jolt brought me back to my senses and the unexpected silence. I figured I’d been asked a question and a response was needed, but he just laughed it off and asked me if i was busy later. Living close by was a bonus as it meant I could pop back nearer closing time for him and we might grab a drink and talk more. I drifted home, grabbed a shower and a thorough clean, put on ankara masaj yapan escort clean jeans but somehow forgot the underwear, adding a tight white tee and a shirt. I popped on my favourite trainers – almost mirroring my shopkeeper. I arrived at the shop just as he was turning the “open” sign around and he held the door open for me. He had some small tasks to do before we could leave, and held his hand open in the direction of a small back room. This smelt of stale beer, and was full of crates and stock…….and that was when I felt his hand on my arse. It was like electricity coursing through my crotch, instant erection. He was gentle at first, I stopped where I stood and let him continue with his good work, as his hands moved round the front and started kneading my hard cock. The lack of underwear was a good move, it gave him room to work. I felt his breathe on my neck, and then the wetness of his tongue and he traced a line from the nape of my neck to my ear, biting my lobe as his hands did their work. It was then I felt him move up really close behind me, his horse sized cock pressing into my arse crack, and for a moment it felt like we were naked and at any moment he’d force his way inside. He slowly turned me round to face him, and kissed me. His hands were now on my back and slowly slid down to caress my arse, gentle at first but as he pressed mecidiyeköy escort his cock into mine, his groping grew more forceful. His tongue in my mouth, his breathing getting harder, he dry humped, thrusting that cock into me to the point I thought it’d escape his jeans any second. Thats when I felt him ease up on the kissing, slowly biting my lip, playing with me, licking my nose, tongue tracing my mouth, hands coming to my side, round my front, reaching for the buttons on my jeans, opening my shirt, pushing my tee up to give him access to my hard nipples. My jeans slowly slipped to my ankles, releasing my wet cock, pre-cum dripping from it and making his jeans wet, joining with the patch his own cock had formed. He moved away from me, to view my skinny body, the six pack formed from my lack of weight rather than exercise, but this gave my cock an illusion of size, helped by shaving those stray hairs at its base, keeping my balls clean shaven, along with my arse hole – waiting for the day it’d get used and abused. He took my cock in his rough hands, hands used to manual labour, hands more experienced than mine, and thats when he started to drop to his knees. I wasn’t prepared for the feeling of his hot breath on my cock head, the warm and wet feeling as he engulfed the entire thing with the skill and precision of a seasoned pro. mersin escort His hands moved to my arse, one moving into my crack and his fingers probing my virgin hole. I didn’t care at that moment, I would have let him do anything so long as he continued his sucking, licking and the pure pleasure he was giving me. I could feel the hard plastic of the drinks crates digging into my flesh, he pushed me further back into them, they dug into my legs, my thighs but it was worth the pain. He was so experienced, he took the whole length, and even now, all these years later, I can still feel his moustache as it tickled my crotch, fell his breath coming hot and heavy from his nose as he licked the shaft from ball sack to tip, and back. I didn’t need too long of this treatment before I could feel that familiar ball clenching, that signal that any moment now a stream of hot cum was going to shoot from the sensitive head and down this gorgeous mans waiting throat. Being young and inexperienced, I shot gob after gob of hot salty cum into his warm mouth. He told me after that it didn’t surprise him at all as he could feel my balls contract and this was enough warning – but he loved my taste! My knees buckled as I felt him swallow and each one contracted his throat, clenching down on my sensitive cock head, milking me dry. As I came down from the most intense orgasm I’d had in my young life, he stood up and kissed me, passing me the taste of my own cum, salty and warm, and popped one of his fingers in, giving me a taste of my own musky hole, a taste of things to come. That night ended there, my pulling my clothes back to some sort of decency to get home, and a request from him to return soon as he had so much to teach me……and me an eager and willing student.