Surprisingly things for the most part went on as usual. I would see the guys every now and again, Justin seemed to keep his distance, but Tay as you may have expected would drop by the store from time to time around lunch and as he passed by the counter he muttered the same phrase "Lock the door". I'd meet him in the bathroom and take care of his needs one way or another. I liked our little arrangement but hungered for more.
I fully expected to be bombarded by offers assuming Tay would freely run his often open mouth, but this assumption was proving to be incorrect. I took matters in to my hands one afternoon during a Tay visit.
"Lock the door" Tay barked in passing while undoing his belt.
I flipped the "Closed for lunch" sign and made my way to the rear of the store. By the time I reached the bathroom Tay was completely nude from the waist down and stroking himself.
"What's it going to be today Sir?" I asked as if I were taking a food order or something.
Tay quickly replied "I'll take some mouth today" He said pointing to the floor in front of him.
I assumed the position and made quick work of it. Tay shot a couple of loads down my throat and immediately pulled his jeans back on. I remained kneeled and watched him dress, I for some reason enjoyed the hell out of it.
"Tay can I ask you something?" I inquired.
"Sure...Shoot queer" Tay responded.
"Have you told anyone?" I asked.
"Told anyone what queer?" Tay asked as he presented me with a boot to tie.
"You know...About what I do for you...You know?" I said awkwardly.
"Ohh...I fucking get it...You want more cock do ya?...You think I wanna share ya with my buddies?" Tay asked, sort of.
"I was hoping...Yes" I replied.
Tay answered as he pushed past me "I'll fucking think bout it" And he was gone.
Friday afternoons were fairly busy and rest of the day went by quickly. I couldn't help but imagine that every guy who rolled through was potentially a friend of Tays looking for something that wasn't on the shelves, so to speak.
Saturday was by far my favorite as I may have mentioned earlier. This particular Saturday was unseasonably warm, nearly 60 degrees. Nicer weather would hopefully translate to guys in less clothing. I was doing a little restocking when I heard the door open and close.
"I'll be right out" I yelled from the back room.
"Take your time Josh" a somewhat familiar voices replied.
I was intrigued to say the least and quickly put myself behind the cash register. There was one guy in the store circling a rack of shirts. He was a shorter guy maybe 5'8", Full on black beard and matching shoulder length scruffy hair. I didn't think I knew this one, but he did know my name. I could only see his head at this point and was a big fan of the dingy camo ball cap.
"Anything I can help you locate?" I said aloud.
He responded "Think I got it Josh...I'm just kinda checking shit out".
"Do I know you?...Seems like you know me" I asked him.
"We went to school together Josh" He said looking toward me for the first time.
"I'm sorry you don't look familiar to me...At all" I said.
"Yeah guess I've changed a bit...Paul DeSilva...We had 5th period english" He said as he walked in my direction.
If this was in fact Paul DeSilva he wasn't the Paul I remember. The Paul I recall was a chubby kid with a ton of acne and as he got closer it wasn't difficult to see how fit he was. The tight shirt and loose hanging insulated overalls were incredibly hot.
"Wow...Paul...You look great" I said just as reached my location.
"Yeah...Thanks Josh" Paul said giving me a little flex to admire.
"What have you been up to since high school?" I asked Paul.
"Not to much...Just work...I guess" He replied.
"What kind of work you do?" I inquired.
"Construction mostly, but got a little firewood thing I do on the side...Know anyone that needs any wood?" He answered with a snicker of sorts.
"Not off hand, but if you want to leave a card I'd be happy to put your name out there" I replied innocently.
"Great...I've heard how helpful you can be" He said as he dug through his pockets.
I think it was pretty clear what Paul was implying, or perhaps I was hearing what I wanted to hear. It it safe to assume I found the new and improved Paul sexy.
"Shit I don't have any on me Josh...Got a ton of em at the house" Paul almost happily said.
"No worries Paul...Just drop them off anytime...I'm here Wed-Sat" I stated.
"Why don't you give me your number?...I'll text ya...That way I don't make a wasted trip" Paul asked as he handed me his phone.
I plugged my number in to the device and put it back in to his huge grease covered mitt. The size of his hands was unexpected, I guess I didn't catch notice of them before. You know what they say about a guy with big hands...Right?.
"Great Josh...I'll be in contact real soon" Paul said as he strutted out the door.
Paul was the only remotely interesting customer that day and after an unusual slow business day I headed home. I couldn't get the imagine of him and his hands out of head. His lack of grooming and general dirtiness were thought provoking. Following dinner I layed in bed to do some reading, Checking my phone obsessively and after nearly an hour there it was.
Paul texted "Found them...I'll swing by the store next Wed. and leave em".
I reply texted "Great...I'll do what I can for you...It's the height of winter I'm sure some folks need some wood".
I didn't fully expect anything in return, but "How you doing on wood?...Need any?" Paul sent.
The truth is my folks house didn't have any means of wood heat, but I wanted to see where I could take this, so I return texted "Can always use more wood the winters are "LONG" in these parts...Lol".
He sent "I hear ya...This one is "LONGER" than most not to mention "HARD"...Lol".
I was definitely beginning to think he was not referring to the weather any longer, but I needed to proceed with some sense of caution.
I sent in reply "Funny...I was thinking the same thing...Lots of snow this year".
Paul texted "Yup...Don't know about your place, but I still got a real "THICK" layer of snow in my front yard".
"I know...Getting a little silly...Think we're suppose to get a little more of the stuff tomorrow...Shit" I sent in response.
He replied "Might be coming a bit earlier than that...And from what I hear it's a big storm...As much as 8 inches...You up for that?".
It was time to take a chance, so I sent "Maybe I should come pick up those cards?...Just in case we get snowed in...Lol".
"I couldn't agree more...Ya know where I live?" Paul sent quickly in response.
"No" I sent.
"First driveway on the right just past the old red barn...I'll be waiting" He texted.
I was in my car and rolling down the road in a matter of minutes. I was familiar with the driveway he suggested was his, but didn't think there were any houses down that way. I made the sharp right turn and after what felt like a mile I could see smoke billowing from the stack of a small shack. I've lived here my entire life and some how had no knowledge of this place. As I parked the front door swung open and out walked Paul. He was sporting the same overalls as earlier, but must have misplaced his shirt, one shoulder strap was undone and dangling which revealed one perfectly developed pectoral. I could only imagine that the other half was just as spectacular, he was built like a Russian gymnast. I shut the engine off and sat for moment to think things through.
"Josh...Ya like my little slice of heaven?" Paul asked as he raised an arm to wave.
I kicked open my door and eagerly walked toward the redneck god poised on the porch "Yeah...This place is super private...Huh?" I answered him.
"My Grandparents left it to me...25 acres of absolutely nothing...The house ain't much, but it's got all I need" Paul replied.
I was now standing in front of Paul and listened to every word as he went on and on about how much his living situation appealed to him. His arms were lightly tanned, but what ever else I could see was a stark white, with exception of a dime sized brown nipple. Pauls bare feet were equally impressive in proportion compared to his filthy hands, but having spent most of their time encased in boots were distinctly cleaner. He was smoking hot.
"Can interest ya in a beer?...or something?" Paul asked as he turned to re-enter his tiny dwelling.
I not much of a drinker, but in present circumstances it did sound good "Sure...I'd love one" I replied.
I followed Paul inside and like gentleman he graciously closed the door behind me.
"Make yourself at home dude" He instructed.
I didn't think it was possible, but this place was actually smaller on the inside than it appeared from the outside. Maybe 20'x20' and consisted of a single room. There wasn't even a separate space for the bathroom, the end of the kitchen gave way to a shower and that to a toilet. In the opposite corner was a mattress piled with a variety of unkempt bedding and what space remained was occupied by a sofa, entertainment center and the biggest TV I'd ever seen.
"Big...Huh?" Paul asked as he handed me a cold can.
"Huge...Great picture too" I replied.
"Nothing but the best Josh...4k, 65 inches and full surround sound..Have a seat dude" He stated pointing at the dingy clothes covered couch.
I quietly sat and sipped my beer. We exchanged chit-chat on various topics as Paul went about straightening things up a bit. He was standing in front of the kitchen sink with his backside towards me when he felt the need to undo the remaining strap over his broad shoulder. The overall slid down just far enough to give a little peek of a nicely rounded rump. His physique was wonderful, wide strong shoulders, a classic vee shaped dorsal and narrow waist which widened as it turned in to legs and ass.
Paul next turned his attention to what he'd likely called the bedroom. He took one blanket at a time outside to shake clean of any debris, carefully folded them and stacked in a neat pile on the far corner of his mattress.
"Need another beer Josh?" He asked as he crushed his emptied can with one hand.
"Nah...I'm good...Thank you Paul" I replied as I took another little sip.
"I'm guessing you live here by yourself Paul?" I half asked.
"Right now I do...My girl took off on me a few weeks ago" He replied.
"Ohh...I'm sorry...Were you together long?" I inquired.
"I ain't sorry...I wasted to fucking years on that cunt...Only time she eva opened her fucking mouth was to bitch bout one thing or another" Paul answered as he snapped open another brew.
It seemed like maybe I had struck a nerve and quickly made effort to change the subject "Need any help?...I can vacuum like nobodys business" I offered.
Paul didn't say a word and glared at me in a tone I had not seen before. I felt like I had said something of which he completely disapproved.
"That's not even the worst of it...When the bitch left she stole my fucking dog" Paul said as he threw the piled clothes from the sofa to the floor.
"That's awful...What a bitch!!" I answered.
"So now I got no pooch and no fucking pussy" He said sternly as he layed back on the sofa to down his beer.
I didn't know what to say and figured it might be best to just let him vent and vent he did.
"Well now that I think bout it the pussy wasn't all that great...Hell she wouldn't even blow me" He ranted while adjusting himself.
"What a shame...Nothing worse than a chick that won't take care of her man" I said laughing a little.
"I know...Right?...What kinda chick doesn't suck cock....Plus I got a nice one you'd think she'd be all bout it" Paul exhibiting the same scowl as before and tugging at his lap.
"Yeah...What kind of chick doesn't like a nice fat cock" I said without a thought.
"Cheers to that Josh" Paul said as he raised his beer to mine.
We both enjoyed what was left of our respective brews and sat quietly for a few moments. His next set of questions caught me slightly off guard.
"So Josh...Which kind are you?" Paul asked.
I wasn't exactly sure what he was getting at, so I requested a little more information "Which kind of what?" I asked.
"Fuck dude...You like a nice fat cock or not?" He inquired.
"I guess I do" I replied staring at the floor.
"Ya know even the chicks that suck cock don't eat nut...I'd be willing to bet your a swallower...Right?" He asked.
"Yeah...I guess" I replied still looking to the carpet.
"Should I take a shower before?" Paul asked me.
"Before what?" I asked.
"Before what?...Fuck dude...Should I wash the sweat off my balls or not?" Paul said as stuck a hand in to his pants to stroke himself.
"I lifted my eyes from the floor and as I turned they met with his "Your good I guess" I replied.
"Fucking knew it...Your one of them dirty little cocksuckers...aren't ya Josh?" Paul asked as he undid the side buttons that held up his overalls.
"I guess" I said nervously.
"You like your men to smell and taste like men...Don't ya?" He inquired.
"I guess I do...Yes" I answered shyly.
"Fuck ya waiting for dude...Got a big sweaty cock for ya right here" Paul stated as he shoved the other hand down his pants.
I got in my preferred position, between a studs legs on my knees. Paul stood putting his package right in my face and allowed his overalls to fall to his feet. His smell was nearly overwhelming, a mixture of sweat and uncleanliness, I loved it and took in a nose full.
"You fucking like the way I smell Josh" Paul asked as he stepped out of his pants.
Boxer briefs, I could have guessed "Yes...You stink of manliness" I answered as I nibbled on his cotton covered hard cock.
Without warning Paul circled behind the couch in the direction of his make shift bedroom "Get the fuck over here cocksucker" He ordered.
I stood to the most magnificent site, Paul completely naked laying back on the stack of neatly folded bedding, legs spread wide and arms folded behind his head. I stared for a moment to take it all in. A picture perfect fat 8 inch cock rested on the mattress between his muscled legs.
"Holy Shit" I said what I thought was to myself.
"I know dude...You'd think the chicks would line up for a go on this thing...Wouldn't ya?" He asked as he slapped himself against his hairy leg.
"Paul it's beautiful" I said making an effort to not drool all over myself.
"I need to empty these fuckers dude" Paul said tugging at his large hanging sack.
I followed in his tracks and speedily found myself looking down at this hot bearded stud. I was at least four feet away and could still smell his aroma. Part of me took delight in watching himself stroke, but a much larger part wanted on it.
"This what you do?...I don't need your ass here to jerk off...I ain't taken a shower in 2 days your gonna fucking love it ya nasty lil cocksucker" Paul said as he let himself go.
Out went the tongue and around my lips it went. I lowered myself to my knees, again and crawled on in. The second my tongue was close enough I licked the entire length like a piece of candy. He was absolutely rank. I wrapped a hand around him and stood him straight up to admire what he had. The site put a big smile on my face that didn't go unnoticed.
"You like that big cock?" Paul asked in a softer tone.
I simply nodded my head up and down signifying a definitive yes and lowered my open mouth over his sticky head. He tasted of smells I'd experienced earlier, Salty sweat and sweet gizz.
"There ya go cocksucker...Do what you fucking do" Paul commented.
My first plunge put my nose buried in his never trimmed man hair. Paul thick cock effortlessly found my throat.
"Damn dude...Take that fucking cock" He said as he watched on.
I took his entire length with every decent, twisting my head around like a crazed lunatic.
"Fuck...Tay said you was good, but damn....Get that fucking seed" Paul stated undoubtedly enjoying my mission.
I kept to the task at hand, or mouth to be more specific and bobbed away.
"That what you after cocksucker...You want that fucking juice...Don't ya?" Paul asked.
With him thoroughly buried in my windpipe I gave him a nod of approval.
"Got a five day load saved up for ya dude...Hope your hungry?" He said.
I think the look in my eyes must have said it all and I felt the first torrent coat my throat. Needing to get a taste I managed to get back to head for the second discharge. Pauls flavor was sweet and tangy. After a third and final shot he was done.
"Clean that fucking cock off real nice" Paul ordered.
I did just as he demanded, tonguing every little bit of his manhood till he went soft.
"Your fucking done here cocksucker...You know where the door is bitch!!" He directed as he pulled a blanket from the pile and covered himself.
Did I feel used?...Yes...did I care...Hell no. I got to my feet and made my way to the door.
"Hey Paul...Where did you leave business cards?" I asked.
"What fucking cards cocksucker?" Paul replied.
"Remember...The ones for your firewood business" I responded.
"What fucking firewood business...Get the fuck out" He replied.
Well isn't he crafty, I thought as I drove home and then it occured to me, Now my number is out there. The End.