Hardware Store Display Chapter One
I go to the hardware store looking for supplies like lumber and screws and hinges so I can make a chest for my room. There is this group of older guys there, likely frat boys either at the latter half of their undergraduate degree or in their graduate degree. I try not to stand too close to them so that they don't think I am stalking them, but they are standing right in front of the wood I need. They end up thinking that I am checking them out anyway two of them leave to head to the bathroom and one of them starts on about how they are heading to the bathroom to hook up with someone there, separately obviously. It was someone who was there in the Hardware store bathroom often. I wasn't looking at him as he told this story, I mostly just stared at the wood with the occassional glance to the bathroom. When I did look at him however, I saw him looking me up and down with a sly smile.
He asks, "Do you want to check out the display in the center of the store?"
The display in question was a partially completed small house. The front of it just support frames and a door while the back half has plywood walls between the frames. He had his arm over my shoulders as he led me there with his friends, the group snickering the whole time. When we got there, he led me to the back left corner of the house. His friends circle around us as he pressed himself against my back. His hand snaked down from my shoulder, giving my ass a squeeze followed by a playful swat.
He stuck two of his fingers from his other hand into my mouth and whispered, "Give them a try. Just give them a few sucks, treat them as you would a dick."
The way he said it was sweet, not like an instruction or order but mere encouragement. He began to pull down my pants and underwear, just the back of them to expose my ass while my dick remained covered. He ground against me for a few minutes, and I pushed back a bit to meet his thrusts. After a few moments he withdrew his fingers, leaving me feeling a bit empty. That feeling was soon remedied as his finger, slicked with my own saliva, slowly slid in and out of my ass, pushing in deeper with each thrust in. Soon he added the second. It felt so good I had forgotten about our audience.
He whispered to me, "You're ready now for the real thing."
He pressed his head against my hole.
"Relax." he whispered as he kissed my neck and began to press his head against it, and after a few kisses his head breaches my hole. I let out a moan. He let out a light chuckle and I felt his hand creep up my chest and neck. Two of his fingers, the ones that had pulled my clothes down, sought entrance into my mouth. He didn't have to tell me this time, I began to suck on them feverishly without suggestion.
He put his lips right up to my ear and said quietly, "That's a good baby. Suck on them. It feels good. I know you like this baby, I do too, so I am going to push in more. Open up your hole for me."
True to his word I felt him ease in more. His knees pressed up to the back of mine. They were already starting to buckle from pleasure, his knees pressing them from behind was the final straw. I leaned forward, incidentally pushing my ass back causing him to go even deeper. He let out a groan then began to suck and occassionally nip at my neck as he pushed in deeper. It burned a bit from the lack of lube, but his lips felt good on my skin, so I didn't mind it much. As I felt his his well-groomed pubes press against my ass, bottoming out, he let out a sigh. He pulled out a bit then pushed back in, it was only a few inches but the feeling, his shaft rubbing that special spot deep inside my ass, caused me to moan and suck even more ferverently on his fingers which were now slowly pushing in and out just like his shaft in my ass. He began to pick up pace, pulling out more of his member before pushing it back in, hitting that spot each time. Drool had begun to drip down my chin but I didn't care, I just felt so good. He started pulling out until only the head was left in me each time then as quickly as he had pulled out, he pushed back in, to the hilt. He started going faster, even with his thrusts of his fingers as copious amounts of drool cascaded down my chin and down his hand. He buried himself deep in me and moaned against my neck. I felt his cock pulse.
As his orgasm subsided, he whispered louder than before marked eith his labored breaths, "I breeded you baby. That sweet ass of yours is full of my seed now."
He let out a chuckle and went back to kissing my neck as I kept eagerly sucking on his fingers. After a few moments he pulled his fingers out and his shaft. I found myself missing his intrusions. He stopped kissing my neck as well. I don't know why but my mouth betrayed me, letting out a whimper. He chuckled again and I felt his warm hand, sticky from my saliva, come to rest just above my ass.
"I like to hear you needy like this baby, hungry for my cock. I might just go for round two before my bros. But first I am gonna give you one last gift." he said. With that I felt him spread my cheeks apart. I felt his warm breath on my battered hole and shortly after, his warm tongue drags across my hole. He lapped at it for a while before his tongue began to intrude. He tightly gripped my ass my he pressed his tongue deeper and closed his lips, so they pressed against my ring. He ate me out for a while, and I began to touch myself. I felt orgasm start to build up after a while. I started breathing harder and came, spraying the plywood wall a bit with my load while most of it dripped down my hand. He pulled back.
"That's it," he said, "Cum for me baby. Show me how good I make you feel."
As my orgasm subsided, I heard something outside. I looked to the only installed window and saw in the distance a man from the register. He was in his early to mid-thirties and had a thick full beard. He was walking towards the house. The other guys fled but I noticed two of them, the one who had just bred me and another one lingering just outside the house. The worker approached the house and went in as I was trying to pull my pants up, the top of the waistband in the back soaked with a mix of my partners load andhis saliva from the rim job I had just recieved, as he entered. I was scared shitless that he was about to reprimand me and throw me out, or worse, call the cops on me. Thankfully he didn't. He came closer, so close that I felt the cold contact of the pin on his orange apron press against the back of my shoulder.
He told me in his deep voice, "You don't gotta rush out of here. Relax. Take your time."
His voice carried a relatively thick accent, Eastern European, I think. I felt his hand grip my left cheek.
"This feels nice, no?" He asked, his beard tickling my ear.
I couldn't speak words, just stuttered out an "uh huh" to him.
"Why don't I explore it more?" He asked as his fingers crept to my crack and his thick pointer finger slid across my puffy wet hole.
"You've been having fun in here, thats good." he said as his finger penetrates my hole.
"What is this, two loads?" He asked rhetorically.
I was about to answer when he interupted, "No, just one. A large one at that though."
"He fucked you good, didn't he? I can fuck you good too. How `bout I add another load to your hungry, hungry hole." he said.
I felt his bare member spring free from his jeans, the head flicking into the bottom of my ass cheek. I just stuttered out another "uh huh", nodding my head. He pressed his head to my hole and pushed in, facing less resistance than my previous guest. He slowly worked his whole cock in to the hilt, his hairy navel pressing against my back. He must have had a thick coating of hair on his body. He too brought his fingers to my mouth; however, he added a third. His hands were larger than the last guy's and his knuckles had a dusting of hair on them as well. He was thicker than the last guy, an inch or so longer too. I heard footsteps creep closer as he bottomed out in me for a second time after slowly pulling out. Each of his thrusts punctuated with the head of his shaft running into my prostate. He began to push his fingers in deeper causing me to gag occassionally and my saliva to flow down his hand and my chin. He whispered under his breath in another language which I didn't recognize. Occasionally he would praise me as well, telling me things like how I took his cock well, that I fit like a glove, and that I was being a very good baby for him. After a several minutes the pain had subsided, and I was overtaken by pleasure.
"Our audience seems to really be enjoying our show." he whispered.
He moved his other hand up from my navel where it had been resting comfortably since he first pressed his dick to my hole. He moved it up my chest, pausing over my heart to feel my chest pounding and the rise and fall from my labored breaths before settling on my neck. He applied a bit of pressure, not hurting me but asserting that he had me. He began to slide his hand up and down my throat as if he were stroking a cock as his fingers of his other hand slowly fucked my mouth. His hand spread my copious saliva up and down my neck. I don't know why but that just tipped me over the edge. I started moaning around his fingers. My moans egged him on further. He began fucking me harder.
"Stroke yourself." he instructed, as he nipped lightly at my ear.
"You like this, don't you? Me telling you what to do, guiding your actions. My smooth voice seductively telling you what to do next is bringing you more pleasure than your hand rhythmically stroking up and down your shaft. You've never felt this much pleasure before, have you? You are questioning how you ever got off before this now I suspect. My hand stroking your throat has your wires crossed, sending feelings of pleasure through you as you suckle on my fingers. You'd whimper if I pulled them out, wouldn't you? Whining for your treats back. You're close now, aren't you?"
He was right, I was. I nodded.
"I can tell." he said matter of factly.
I was putty in his big strong hands.
"You're fighting it though, desperately trying to hold on to this pleasure you're feeling which has you teetering on the edge. Barely holding back your orgasm. You haven't even noticed that my cock, the shaft that you have accredited all your pleasure to has only had the tip in, resting stationary for the past I don't know, twelve minutes. All this pleasure has been from my hands and my words. My soothing words penetrating your mind like my member has your ass. You haven't even noticed your button up shirt which once clung to your body is now laying at your feet or how my hirsute chest and navel are resting on your smooth back. I want you now to stop stroking yourself and rest your hand at the base of your shaft. Surrender control of your pleasure to me, give in to my calming words. Feel my shaft slowly slide deeper and deeper into you, the head teasing your prostate before plowing into it sending a wave of pleasure throughout your body. I can feel your elated moans move up your throat and reverberate through my fingers. As I pull back you begin to feel empty, trying to buck back onto my shaft but you forget that you have decided to surrender control of this to me. I assure you that I will bring you to a fulfilling orgasm. Just feel me ease in once more as my hand strokes your throat. I press into your sweet spot again and I feel your hole clamp down on me almost as if begging me to stay. I repeat this again and again: my hand stroking tour throat, my three fingers fucking your mouth, and my shaft easing in and out, each motion punctuated with a wave of pleasure from your prostate. Let the pleasure envelope you. Feel its warm embrace as your load travels up your shaft, releasing in three... two... one"
Just like that I cum, following his instructions without thought, my hand barely touching my shaft as my load pulses out of my cock.
"Stroke for me." he instructs as my orgasm begins to wrap up.
"Run your thumb over the slit." he adds.
He pushes all the way in me, the head of his cock parked firmly against my prostate as it begins to pulse.
"I know it is feeling really sensitive and the pleasure is overwhelming you right now but keep stroking it for me until you can't bare it anymore, okay baby? Be my good baby." he pleads.
Again, I follow his words, nodding as my body begins to lightly convulse from pleasure. He moves his arm from my throat to halfway down my torso, holding me up as my legs give out from under me.
"That's my good baby." he cooes.
He just held me there like that for a few moments, my body slumped in his strong masculine arm, impaled on his long thick shaft. Gradually I returned my weight to my feet, and he slowly pulled out of me. I only felt empty for a moment before I felt my hole plugged up with something.
It was smaller than what had previously occupied its spot, but it felt nice, nonetheless. "Here baby," he began to say, "here's a plug. It will keep you holding my load until tonight baby."
I was still recovering from my earth-shattering orgasm when he spun me around. He planted his lips on mine, and I soon felt his tongue invade my mouth. I eagerly sucked on it. His strong hand held the back of my head, keeping me in place. He continued to kiss me like that for several more moments before he pulled back. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a pen. He pulled my hand closer to himself and he began writing on it.
"Here's my number. Call me tonight before you go to bed."
I did my best to form a smile on my face, sore from his dominating kissing, showing him my appreciation.
He let out one last chuckle before playfully saying "Now get outta here with your friends. I've got to finish my work."
He patted me on the shoulder as I walked past him with the two guys who stayed behind.