Shop To You Drop

(Part 1 from 2)

He came into the candle shop just as I was about to
close. I probably would have sent him on his way if he
hadn't been so damned good looking.

"Am I too late to look around?" He asked. He had one of
those soft soothing voices that's pleasing to the ear.

"No, not at all. I've got some straightening to do
before I leave. Take your time."

He was everything in a man that turned me on. He was
young, eighteen, or nineteen. Even though he was wearing the
latest baggy fashion, I could tell he had a slender physique.
His brown hair was parted in the middle and hung straight
down over his ears to frame his youthful features.

I was glad his back was to me, I couldn't tear my eyes
off of him. I could feel my cock getting hard. I couldn't
help it, the kid was a walking, talking wet dream. Just
watching him browse through the shop made me horny as hell.

After ten minutes or so, my young shopper turned to
me, and with the biggest brown eyes, and the coyest of
smiles, he asked. "I hate to be a bother, but would you have
a rest room I could use?"

I showed him to the facility off the small storage room
in the back of the store. "It's not real pretty," I said,
pointing the way, "but it serves its purpose.

"Thanks," he said, reaching down to unzip his fly. I
thought for a second he was going to pull his cock out before
he was even in the bath room. He didn't, but he did the next
best thing. He left the door open while he took a piss.

So as not to seem too forward, I stood back listening to
his wide stream of urine as it made a nest of bubbles in the
toilet bowl.

"Have you worked here long?" He asked, inviting
conversation.

I couldn't resist taking advantage of the opportunity.
"About a year," I answered, going to sit at the desk adjacent
to the open bathroom door. I sat down just in time to watch
him shake the last dribble of piss from the tip of his long,
slender dick.


He started to tuck his limber young rod back inside his
pants, but stopped when he turned and caught me staring. He
sensed the hot lust smoldering between my legs. "Would you
like to have a better look?" He asked, reaching to unfasten
the top of his pants.

"I would love to see all of you," I sighed dreamily.
"I've thought of nothing else since you walked into the
store."

"I know the feeling," he said. "I've been thinking the
same thing about you." At thirty-four, I was almost old
enough to be this beautiful, young stud's father. "I like
older guys," he said, slowly unbuttoning his shirt. "Older
guys make me feel special."

"Maybe they treat you special because you are special,"
I said, breaking out in a sweat as my eyes caressed his
masculine torso. He had a smooth, soft body, square
shoulders, and a petite waist. I was drooling to see more.

My rapidly beating heart fluttered anxiously as he
kicked off his shoes and let his pants drop down around his
ankles. His manly cock, now half hard, still dangled from
the gaping slot in the front of his Jockey shorts. With the
flick of his head he tossed the hair from his face and
stepped out of his crumpled pants. After making short work
of peeling off his socks and underwear, the kid pivoted
seductively, giving me a birds eye view of his stark
nakedness.

In a seductive tone of voice he asked, "What do you
think? Am I everything you expected?" He was that and then
some.

Below the waist his body became much hairier. Usually a
lot of leg and ass hair didn't do a lot for me, but in this
case I found it to be exotic. "You're absolutely beautiful,"
I said, nearly slobbering down the front of my shirt.

The kid ran his hands down his firm, flat belly, sighing
softly when they reached his triangle of dense crotch fur.
His velvety pouch clung to his huge balls as they rose and
fell with spontaneous contractions of highly concentrated
sexual energy.

A tingling surge, like an electric current, shot through
me when he turned around and stuck his round, hairy ass in my
face. I watched in awe as he reached down and forced his
elongated cock back between his thighs. When I saw the
shimmering drop of pre-cum dangling from his pisshole I could
resist him no longer.

The kid moaned with approval as I palmed the cheeks of
his ass. "That feels good," he sighed. "I like having my
butt worked over. I'm so sensitive back there, even the
slightest touch sets me on fire.

The pungent essence of his crimson pucker delighted my
senses as I leaned forward and licked the manly dew from the
head of his circumcised cock. His abundance of sweet nectar
was like an aphrodisiac. I could not resist taking his
swollen, helmet shaped knob into my mouth. The surface of my
lashing tongue became slick with his persistent discharge of
tangy pre-cum. I wanted to lick him all over, from head to
toe. Sweat streamed down my face when he turned around and
crammed the entire length of his eight-inch dick down my
throat. I held tenderly to his quaking thighs as he gently
fucked my face.

"Oh yeah, suck it, take it all!" He said, gingerly
humping. "Most guys only take the head, maybe half the shaft
if they really get into it. But you, you take the whole
thing. No one has ever given me head like this before, I
love it."

As his thick shaft slid from my mouth, I licked his
distended piss tube all the way down to his contracted nuts.
He shivered when my lapping tongue entered the dense forest
of curly hair behind his ball-sac.

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