Supermarket Sex
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Josh found his college degree less exciting than he'd expected - forensic science wasn't half as glamorous as CSI made out. He'd spent far to much money partying and indulging in fun, and as a result ran up a big overdraft. So when his parents suggested he ask the next door neighbour Mr. Walsh if there were any summer jobs at the supermarket where he was deputy manager he offered little resistance.
Although he'd been living on the street for three years Josh had barely noticed his neighbour, a forty-something married man with no remarkable features or much sign of a personality. Their few social interactions had been brief and superficial. Mr Walsh promised to see what he could do and a few days later came back with the promise (subject to filling in a few forms) of a position as a temporary shelf-stacker. 'Such prestige, such glamour' thought Josh sarcastically.
It turned out to be the best six weeks of his life. His initial reaction was that the job could be worse. His colleagues were mainly spotty lads and mumsy middle aged women, but Josh did enjoy staring (discretely of course) at the customers. He hadn't realised just how many hot guys went shopping. But thinking about it, everybody's got to eat. He engaged in a little light cruising and even got a couple of encouraging responses, but no opportunity to follow up.
When he wasn't flirting with the customers he daydreamed about sexual encounters real and imaginary. His thoughts often returned to the Xmas party at the end of his first term where a rather drunk rugby player gave him his first blow job. Then there was the mature student, Ryan, who tenderly embraced him and made him feel safe as he explored a male body properly for the first time. It had been a big disappointment when the next time their paths crossed Ryan was with a girlfriend and pretended not to know him.
Josh liked to imagine making out with some of the hotter customers. Some were regular shoppers like the office workers from the business park next door, some were just passing through. There seemed to be an inexhaustible supply of sturdily built builders, ranging from the young and athletic to the more mature hairy daddy types, popping in to pick up a sandwich. Whether they were builders or electricians, gardeners or kitchen fitters, he imagined kneeling in front of them and relieving them of their work overalls, giving him access to an array of stiffening cocks. In his more vivid fantasies he'd be driven into the sunset with the weather-beaten tradie and his young apprentice, ending up in a layby where both would plunge their cocks deep into his ass in the back of their van.
One such beauty, a broad shouldered six foot four paramedic in a green uniform that clung tightly to his muscular thighs, caught his attention on Monday morning. Josh watched while unpacking cartons of plums - scanning the jolly green giant, taking in his light brown hair, neat beard, broad torso and a bulge that looked exciting and inviting. As the paramedic walked past Josh's gaze switched to the solidly proportioned rear as it disappeared towards the dairy aisle.
Josh sensed that someone was beside him and looked right to see Mr. Walsh standing there. Eyebrows raised suggestively he suggested: "when you've finished admiring the scenery, perhaps you could get back to work."
The episode made Josh feel a little uncomfortable; not yet out to anyone other than a few friends at Uni he didn't like the idea of his secret being in the hands of someone he barely knew. But on the positive side at least Graham (as he'd learned to call Mr. Walsh) seemed amused rather than horrified.
Next morning's events left Josh even more uncertain. As he stood in the staff toilets taking a piss Graham came up to stand beside him - even though there was a vacant urinal at the other end of the set of three. Josh finished pissing and was shaking himself off, but before zipping up he couldn't help but sneak a peek. His boss stood there stroking his swelling cock, still only semi-hard with no sign of any intention to piss. Josh could feel his own cock responding and tucked it inside his flies before the situation got out of hand.
He left the rest room pretending to himself that nothing had happened. But it had and he couldn't stop thinking about it. Mr. Walsh was his boss and Mr. Walsh wanted him. That in itself made Josh feel both aroused and uncomfortable. As he lay in bed at night stroking his cock he couldn't stop thoughts of his neighbour's cock growing before his eyes. He imagined kneeling before it, rolling back the foreskin and taking it in his mouth.
During Friday's shift Josh felt a hand on his shoulder. "Mrs J's on holiday next week so I'm running the show" said Mr. Walsh referring to the store manager, "means I can access all areas." he winked.
Home alone on Saturday afternoon, laying on his bed wearing just his sheer black hipster briefs he contemplated his neighbour's intentions. His rod strained against the silky material as he wondered whether he'd get anything more than a half-hearted fumble with a married man who might be even more inexperienced than he himself was. But it still felt hot as fuck playing with forbidden fruit. A moist spot appeared at the front of his briefs. He slipped the waistband down to reveal his rampant glory. With no need for any additional lube his hand grasped his cock. As he caressed his rigid rod he felt his body tensing and tingling, his athletic thighs flexed. And then a shuddering climax as strands of cum sprayed across his broad manly lightly downed chest.
It was Tuesday before Josh and Mr. Walsh were both on shift together. The student shelf-stacker spent the day in a state of mounting excitement, augmented by a couple of winks and knowing grins from his boss. "Come and see me when you finish your shift at five" he ordered.
It took all the self-discipline he had for Josh not to touch himself there and then in the middle of the dairy section.
Promptly at five Josh knocked on the manager's office door; Mr. Walsh opened it, picked a bunch of keys off his desk and commanded "follow me."
Josh began having second thoughts: 'was this wise?,' 'obviously not' 'what's the worst that could happen?' 'getting caught and everybody knowing our secrets'. But still lust drove him on, following in his boss's footsteps.
They crossed the warehouse threading between pallets of toilet paper and pet food before reaching a small storeroom on the far side. Checking they were unobserved Graham Walsh opened the door revealing piles of old display materials. They entered and Graham shut the door. It was pitch black.
"Best not put the light on" Graham declared.
Josh felt Graham's hand take his and place it on the front of the boss's trousers. Josh could feel the outline of an expanding cock radiating heat as he gently squeezed. Graham sighed.
As Josh sank to his knees he could hear the sound of a belt being unbuckled and trousers being undone. He pulled them down and pressed his face against Graham's stiff cock and the thin cotton barrier that separated them. He breathed in deeply, smelling the aroma of a man who had spent a full day at work almost permanently in heat. Graham had been just as excited as Josh at the prospect of their rendezvous.
Graham pulled out his cock, slaps Josh's cheek with it once just to hear the sound a firm cock makes on contact with a horny cocksucker, and allowed the youth to devour it.
Josh clutched Graham's chunky behind to steady himself with one hand, while the other grasped Graham's ballsack allowing him to line up his master's cock and take it in his mouth. He felt Graham's hands on his neck as his boss forced his meaty piece to the back of Josh's throat. It wasn't particularly long, but it was a veritable mouthful on account of its girth. He hadn't sucked many cocks, but enough to know how to please his master.
Without visual stimulation Josh's most potent sexual organ, the brain, took control. As lips and tongue insistently explored Graham's cock and balls Josh imagined Chelsea star Adam Danger, with rampant rod proudly pointing out of his blue shorts.
Graham moaned as Josh continued to work his cock, his tongue deftly probing every nook and cranny of the manage's appetising package. The youngster fumbled with own his flies eventually releasing his steely rod. As he touched it Josh wondered if it had ever felt so rocklike to touch. From the root sheltering his plump balls to the tip dripping with pre-cum all eight inches felt like granite.
Graham slowed the rate of his thrusts; Josh recognised that his master was on the brink of cumming but wanted to delay the climax. Without saying anything Graham stepped back and pulled Josh to his feet and manoeuvred him to face the wall. Josh felt Graham deftly unbuttoning his utilitarian brown work trousers and pulling them down.
He felt Graham's stiff cock urgently pressing against his ass and Graham leaning in to whisper in his ear.
"Do you want me to fuck you?"
"Yes sir"
Those were the only words spoken during the encounter.
Still both clothed from the waist up the pair prepared for their coupling. Josh braced himself against the wall while Graham lubed the youth's ass and rubbered up. As he heard the condom packet tearing and the rubber being stretched Josh marvelled at the amazing proficiency with which Graham accomplished the task given the complete darkness. 'He must be more of an expert at this game than I realised. Surprising given he is married and so ordinary' thought Josh.
Josh was about to learn a valuable lesson - it's the plain looking ones you need to watch out for. Only later would he discover that Graham had a long list of mainly anonymous conquests (many in dark parks) stretching back to his teenage blossoming. Graham's skills and experience were about to be deployed, giving Josh the ride of his life.
A finger worked his hole, followed by an iron shaft pushing and probing until it finally breached. Josh could sense Graham's heavy breathing on his neck as Graham allowed him to get used to the invasion. Then slowly Graham began to probe deeper inside him.
Graham's hips begin to thrust. Pain and pleasure, Josh drifts in the darkness. He is an ass and attached is a penis, a pumping piston attached to an anonymous body. Once again Josh's imagination is at work: 'could that anonymous cock belong to Blues legend Terry Johns' he thinks.
Graham has one hand on Josh's excited cock and the other is clasping the youngster's chest. With plenty of purchase the older man relentlessly pounds his plaything. Josh sighs with pleasure. Graham's heavy breathing morphs into grunts, signalling that he is on the brink.
With four final extravagant thrusts Graham collapses onto Josh's back. Deep inside Josh Graham's little swimmers are released and simultaneously Josh's own cock explodes covering his boss's hand with an extra large helping of virile teenage cum. Josh feels the current surge through his body, his orgasm literally draining the life force out of him.
Graham lifts his cum covered hand to Josh's mouth and the youth eagerly cleans it off, licking the palm and then each finger individually. Josh slides the rubber off Graham's still hard and cum-coated dick, bringing it to his own face and allowing him to taste his conqueror's vitality.
The pair dressed wordlessly.
Josh couldn't wait to get home. Aside from the need to wash the heavy odour of sex off, he needed to savour the experience, stroking his cock as he played it back in his mind. It was the best sex he'd had and he already longed for a repeat performance.
"If you ever have the urge to do that again I'll be ready and willing" said Josh, next time he saw Mr. Walsh
"I've had the urge since you moved in next door, and now I've got the taste for more" Mr Walsh replied
And Mr Walsh felt the urge several times more over the next few weeks as they reprised their performances several times in a variety of interesting places.