Traveling for a living had brought me to all corners of our great country. While I generally tried to speed along on the highway, this project had me on the backroads for a couple hours.
I pulled my car in front of the diner, almost knocking over an empty planter made of chipped concrete. I walked on stiff legs into the old diner, hearing the bell chime as the door opened. The blast of air conditioning felt good as I looked around, taking in the diner that had been converted from an old train car. I felt like I'd just traveled back in time to the 1950's. "Pretty cool!" I thought to myself, taking a stool at the counter. A couple of the locals nodded at me and went back to their iced tea and newspapers.
An unremarkable looking waitress took my order and brought me an ice filled glass of soda. Glancing around, quickly, I knew I had some privacy, so I clicked my phone on and brought up the private browser window that had Squirt loaded. "Not a damn thing interesting around here," I noted and turned off my phone, leaving it on the Formica counter.
I was there after the lunch rush and could hear the guys in the kitchen cleaning up. "Gotta get her something nice," I heard. "Oh, yeah?" "You fuck up?" I heard another guy say. I couldn't hear the reply as a patron rustled his newspaper. But then I heard, "Go get some flowers from that fag down the street," as the waitress pushed through the swinging door with my sandwich on a plate. I caught sight of the guy who just said that, and he turned and looked right at me just as he was miming sucking a dick, at his friend. The door swung close and broke our eye contact. I must have been blushing and the waitress apologized. "Um...I'm sorry you had to hear that...he's kind of an asshole," she explained.
I shrugged and ignored it, starting to eat my sandwich. I finished eating and left some cash on the counter, slipped under the paper bill that the waitress had set next to my plate. Stepping out of the diner, I looked up and down the street, taking in a bunch of small shops, where almost every other shop was closed for business. The only businesses that seemed to be maintained were the diner and the flower shop that sat on the corner the next block over. "Maybe I'll just go for a walk," I told myself, as I walked up to the entrance of the flower shop.
A pleasant buzzing sound went off as I entered the shop. I took in the aroma of the fresh flowers, "I'll be right there, dear!" I heard the lilt of a very flamboyant voice in the back call out." "Holy shit, the stereotypical flower shop owner," I thought, pretending to take some interest in a couple of vases filled with flowers lined up, waiting for pickup on the counter. "Beautiful shop!" I called back, perhaps adding a little extra lilt to my own voice. I was feeling particularly horny and knew I could be bold as I'd never see this guy again.
The owner came out from the back, carrying some boxes, which he set on the counter. We both checked each other out, me enjoying this average height man, in his early sixties, wearing a green apron with the name of the shop stenciled across it. "Hi Lee!" I said, smiling at him, having read the name on his apron. He paused, wondering how I knew his name, and then I reached out and almost touched the label on his apron. He laughed and said, "Well, you know my name, what's yours?" in a flirty way. I told him and then he asked what I was looking for. "I'm looking for cock, Lee," I thought, but didn't say. "Oh, just looking for a nice arrangement..." my voice trailed off. "For your wife or girlfriend?" he asked. "More like a boyfriend," I replied, watching a smile slip from him at that. "Oh!" he said, "Well what's he into...?" "I mean, what's he like?" he stammered.
My hand brushed my crotch, and I pulled my package up, not even trying to be subtle. I knew Lee and I had connected quickly and we could move this along.
I proceeded to describe a very specific flower for my very non-real boyfriend. "It's got these beautiful red petals with a long, well, it looks like a dick sticking out," I teased, crooking my finger to show the part of the flower I was describing and then gently stroking it with my other hand.
"Do you want to look in the back," Lee said, adjusting himself under his apron. I followed Lee in the back and saw what looked like organized chaos as there were mounds of flowers and clippings all over the worktable.
"Do you like it here?" I asked him, meaning the town.
"I love my shop," he explained. I clarified that I meant the town, and then boldly asked if he was gay. He confirmed he was.
"I find friends along the way," Lee said, smiling at me, as he anticipated my next question.
His tone had changed as he asked, "What are you into?" Ah, the old magic four words. He also asked if that's why I came into his shop and I nodded, moving a little closer to him. "Is that okay?" I asked. He nodded that it was and then asked me to stay there for a moment. He left and I heard him click the lock on the front of the shop, quickly returning to the back room, he pulled the green apron over his head and tossed it on the pile of flower clippings. "There's a pickup coming soon," he informed me, while he unzipped his cream-colored work pants. His long, cut, cock flopped out and I licked my lips. I can't tell you how many guys I've come across of average height and build that are packing a long, full, cock.
I fell to my knees in front of him and he held the back of my head, guiding my mouth onto him. "That's right, baby!" he cooed. I drooled all over him and gave him a wet, sloppy, blowjob, knowing that some of the moisture in my mouth was coming from him. "Mmmm, what luck!" he teased, lightly tweaking one of my earlobes. I murmured my agreement.
"So glad you came in," he sighed as I cupped his balls, now slick with the spit spilling out of my mouth.
He surprised me by not cumming quickly. I figured he'd be so hard up for head that he'd blast off within seconds. I pulled off him, stretching my jaw and wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. We both heard the knock on the plate glass at the front door of the shop.
Lee patted me gently on my head and said, "Oh, goodness, just hang on a second." He stuffed himself into his pants and quickly pulled his apron back over his head. I watched as he expertly tied his apron and walked through the door back into the front of the shop to let his customer in.
For the next few minutes, I waited patiently as he sold the flowers in their vases. His customer sounded pleasant and went on and on about the quality of his work and how the other ladies at the book club would rave about him. For my part, I got off the floor and walked around, enjoying this small workspace filled with flowers, the workbench, and the buzzing overhead fluorescent light. I wondered whether the mood would still be there when Lee returned.
Lee eventually returned and smiled at me, "Oh, good, you're still here!" he exclaimed, squeezing my hand as he walked past me. I followed as he opened the back door of the shop, propping it open with an overturned 5-gallon bucket. He pulled a cigarette out of his apron and lit it with a small, gold, lighter. "Care for a smoke?" he asked, offering me the pack. I declined, explaining that I'd quit several years ago. Lee watched me and looked me up and down. "How'd you manage to wander in here?" he asked. I explained that I was at the diner, and I sheepishly explained what I'd overheard. Lee roared with laughter and said, "Well, one of those two would know because he's sneaking in here every chance he gets for some fun!" I laughed with Lee and exclaimed, "Really?" Lee nodded his head.
Lee sat on the bucket and blew the smoke outside. I was intrigued and asked him what the guy from the diner was into. "He's a total bottom," Lee said. I laughed in surprise and Lee gave me a playful but admonishing look, "Oh, honey, he didn't start out that way, but I helped him get there!" Lee explained.
"Are there a lot of guys like us in this town?" I asked Lee.
"You'd be surprised," he explained. "More than would admit it, but when they can't fight their urges any longer, they somehow find themselves in my shop." "I guess I'm the town's de facto gay counselor...maybe the de fago gay counselor!" he laughed. I laughed with him and realized I was enjoying his company.
Lee was finishing his cigarette and blew out a plume of blue smoke and then stubbed out his cigarette against the inside of an old coffee can. His hand ran up my pant leg and rested on my hip, "So you're my latest client I guess," he said. I shrugged and smiled down at him. "Do you like to be on the bottom, too?" he asked, his voice lowering. "I like to bottom, too," I admitted, knowing I wanted to do that with him. Lee smiled and reached for my belt buckle, unclasping it and then leaned back against the door jam, still sitting on his bucket.
"Show me," he said, simply, lighting another cigarette. I stepped back from the open doorway and unbuttoned my jeans and then unzipped my pants, lowering them down around my knees, standing in front of him in just my boxers. "Don't be shy," he said. I took a deep breath and lowered my boxers, letting them fall on top of my jeans, gathered at my knees. I was semi-hard, but also feeling a little self-conscious, but Lee helped by saying, "Beautiful cock!" I thanked him and then he twirled his finger, telling me to spin around for him. The bright daylight caught his exhalation of cigarette smoke as I slowly spun around in it. His hand reached out, and as I turned, his fingers grazed my skin, giving me goosebumps.
I kicked off my shoes and pulled off my jeans and boxer shorts, not wanting to trip over them, but now feeling very exposed in the back of Lee's shop. "Fuck it!" I thought and pulled my polo shirt over my head, now completely naked except for my socks. I spun again and Lee finished his second cigarette and pulled me by my hips to his open, waiting mouth. His lips closed around me and while I loved the feeling, I was a little worried. Anybody wandering by the back of the shop would see Lee orally satisfying me. Not that there was too much risk of that as the back of Lee's shop faced some woods.
"Um Lee, can we close the door?" I asked him, anyway. He pulled back and smiled up at me, stroking my cock which had gotten hard very quickly. Lee stood up, with his hand still on my shaft, slowly stroking me, and nudged the bucket out of the way with the tip of his shoe, letting the door close fully. He leaned in and our lips met. He, of course, tasted like cigarettes and I probably tasted like his penis, since that was the last thing in my mouth!
Lee gently walked me backward until my rear met the corner of his wooden workbench. He pulled his apron off and tossed it behind me and then took his penis out again. Laying it on top of mine, he stroked us together. I noticed that even at semi-hardness, Lee was still longer and wider than me. "This feels good," he remarked, and I moaned in agreement. "But" his hands slid around to my back and held my cheeks, gently pulling them apart, "That's not what you came for, is it?" he asked in a singsong voice, tapping my hole as he spoke each word. I was starting to feel like I was in heat, wanting, no, needing Lee to be in me.
"Please fuck me," I begged him. "Turn around," he said, quietly. I didn't waste any time, and turned and bent over the bench, bending my knees a little so my hard cock pressed right under the top, but was free to move. "Spread your cheeks for me," Lee said and I reached back and opened myself to him. I felt his hot breath first and then his tongue as he gently probed me. I shuddered in pleasure and pushed out, letting his tongue slip into me. My ass gets very sensitive, especially when I'm really turned on and this had me moaning and grinding against Lee, whose face was now pressed well into my ass. After a few minutes of this heaven, I felt him stand and then slip a finger inside of me. "You're very, very wet, my dear!" He whispered in my ear. I blushed and then told him how much I wanted him inside me. "Push out a little for me," he asked. As I beared down, he added a second finger and started running them around the edge of my hole. He fingered me for a few minutes, driving me crazy, but then he stopped and told me to stay there, pulling his fingers out.
Lee crossed the small room and retrieved a bottle of lube from his desk drawer, along with a bottle of poppers. He uncapped them and took a long drag and then handed them to me. I took an equally long drag, and just as my brain was feeling very fuzzy, and my desire peaked, I felt Lee's hard cock, now fully lubed, press against me. "Just relax," he said, easing himself up and inside me. I moaned and pushed back, not feeling any discomfort. Pulling my cheeks wide apart I could have sucked Lee in and he sensed this, now thrusting up and into me, rocking my hips against the side of the bench. "Oh, God damn, Lee!" I moaned. He hooked my right leg behind my knee and pushed my leg up onto the bench. I braced against it as he started to fuck me deep and fast. Thankfully, the workbench was bolted to the ground, otherwise we would have pushed it right out the front of the shop. "Oh, you're too tight!" he moaned in my ear. "Oh, you're so big!" I responded. I folded over, my knee up on the bench and my arms spread out, knocking several flowers and a pair of scissors off the end. Lee was moaning loudly now, really fucking me hard. He was an expert on this, varying his tempo, his angle and telling me just how much he liked fucking my ass.
Finally after fucking me for several minutes, I heard "I'm gonna cum, gonna cum, gonna cum!" he moaned. I moaned in response and felt him push in deep and then start to shake against me, shooting his load deep in my ass. "Oh fuck, Lee, Oh fuck, oh fuck!" I moaned.
"Did you cum?" he asked, several moments later. I shook my head no. Lee pulled me off the bench and still inside me pulled me down on his crotch and started rapidly stroking my cock. Reaching around me, he held me tight and moved his hand quickly. His hand was slick wth lube and I knew I wouldn't and didn't need to last long. I looked down and saw that the head of my dick was bright red and ready to pop. "Ah! Ah! Ah!" I gasped and then quickly orgasmed, shooting several shots of cum up and onto the workbench, splashing the side of a block of green foam and several cut flower stems. Lee pumped me with his semi hard dick, helping to push the cum out of me.
Lee gently pulled out and his seed dripped onto the floor. I was breathless, satisfied, and very happy. He directed me to a small bathroom where I cleaned myself up. When I came back, Lee had cleaned my cum off the table and his cum off the floor. "That was very good," he said, smiling at me. "You're amazing!" I told him.
"Still need those flowers for your boyfriend?" he teased me. I laughed at that and asked if I could get a discount. He smiled and patted my shoulder and said, "Come see me on your way back." I nodded, knowing there was no way I'd miss an opportunity with this guy; giving him a hug as I left his shop. "By the way, that flower is called an Anthurium," he informed me, crooking his finger to look like a penis. I laughed as the shop door closed with Lee smiling through the glass at me.