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Not Very Long Ago
By: Londebaaz Chohan
Hello my name is Rizwan Earl and people have always called me Rizzo. Last summer break, I was a bit hard up and luckily got a very nice job at a Local Mall toy store. This was not the toy store for the k**s only, meaning they had just a small section reserved for the k**die toys but most of the toys were for the young adults and adults. The toys for the younger adults and adults mostly were the things, people could take home and install or build in their back yards just for fun or the exercise purposes like the climbing walls, tree houses and much more new and specialty items.
Being a new concept, most customers would walk in to look and browse only but being on the expensive end, only couple of sales a day was more than enough to break even at least. Honestly it was more like a service type store and not a commodity type; with customers walking in and walking out with bags full of items and with only two people working in a shift, it was kind of tiring, wearing and even thanklessly boring job mostly, with lot of information sharing, answering questions but as I said earlier, it paid well and I needed money for the semester and I was happily doing it. I can recall; it was almost closing time, Saturday and we had about an hour and a half left to close the store. The manager had left already for some emergency and I was alone at the shop. Nothing unusual.
Then a Guy walked in and without asking his body was speaking. He surely looked like a wood worker, installer for the items we were selling. He looked around and browsed the whole store with a special interest to the section where we had some displays of swings, hammocks and alike items. We had a nice catalog for most of the items for our customers. The guy looked around, he needed help and I decided to assist. He was wearing a shirt with some logo that kind of displayed some non-English lingo. He introduced himself as Andres Castillo. The word Andy was embodied on his left upper arm, just below the shoulder.
Andy was a very polite person. After asking some questions, he asked to see the catalog about various swings and also some other options for the styles and the models of the hammocks. As a routine, I invited him in the back office with a blinded glass window and he sat himself on a chair at the side of the office desk and I sat at the so called manager’s chair at the desk facing towards the window. It was a one sided glass window; meaning we could see outside from inside but even with the lights on, no one could see us from outside. Andy looked close to 40—45 years old with salt and pepper but full head of thick hair, at least 5’ 10” tall, 175 lbs., thick neck, broad shoulder and overall a very healthy man of a mixed race; halfway black / wheat colored skin with black eyes.
Andy asked me couple of questions about the material used in the hammocks and also the seats of the swings and then he got busy flipping the pages of the catalog familiarizing himself with various models. I looked out through the see thru window to watch if another customer walked in. Andy had pulled his chair closer to me on my left by now and I could see; one of his hand was on the catalog while the other repeatedly dropped towards his crotch, I think massaging and rubbing there a bit. Watching his eyes glued to the catalog; I landed my gaze between his legs to realize that he was wearing a jeans cut to make a relatively short shorts that hugged his beefy thighs quite tightly. The bulge there was so obvious and pronouncing itself loud. Not being a gay but perhaps curious, not in the habit of looking at some other guy’s cock; I tried to look away and stood up to walk a few steps afar.
Andy also slowly pushed the catalog away and gentlemanly asked if there was a bathroom, he could use. We did not have a facility for the public but a small washroom with a commode and a urinal for the employees only at the one corner of the office. I could have easily refused but my good nature plus the closing time on Saturday with no other customer in the store, I signaled him towards the washroom. He thanked and walked politely towards the pointed door.
Not thinking much, I walked closer towards the chair, where he was seated when the washroom door opened and out walked Andy, saying that he needed just another look at the catalog to decide, the items he was going to order and came to the chair and took the seat where I was seated looking outside towards the store to monitor if any other customer walked in. In a flash I could see, either he was not wearing an underwear or he just removed it while he was in the bathroom. His hardening cock was snaking down the right thigh of his shorts. Fuck!! This guy was hung longer than a stud horse. Totally stunned or let me say, mesmerized; I could not help staring at his cock while my mind was trying to make me move away. Both Andy and I knew; what was going on and just as I was to move away, Andy extended his hand and grabbed my arm, opened his legs bit wider for a better view of the eye candy for me and gently but firmly pulled me between his legs and with a swift move, his hand reached my shoulder to make me go down on my knees in front of him.
Now, he pushed the hem of his shorts slightly upwards over his clean shaved balls. WOW! What a lovely pink cock head pushed out of the foreskin and at least 5—6 inches of the jet black shaft came into my view. He later told me it was a smudge over 12” and called it his ‘foot’. I could hear Andy telling me that I was loving it so much and must not miss the chance to taste it too. I could never forget, now my face was so close to his ‘foot’, the first thing I got hit was his male aroma, arising from his all damp foreskin pulled over Andy’s thick knob. It was so addicting to say the least. My nostrils were kind of itching because of the musky aura of his masculinity. He ordered me to take off his shorts and I obliged.
Nervously, I reached and took his warm and hard shaft length in my hand, gently stroking it up and down. Shit; I could hardly get my fingers all around it, it was so thick plus the bump like swollen veins all around it were making it a marvel to handle but Andy kept encouraging me saying that I was doing fine and it felt great, but stressing that it would feel even better in my mouth. I can swear, I was also thinking the same; looking over my shoulder to see if I could see outside the office and be sure, nobody else was in the store. I began to stroke him faster. I remembered thinking if I could have licked my own 8” length and especially the cock head, I would have not thought twice but somehow; I opened wide and took his cock head in my mouth, slowly sucking him, taking a bit more of him as the time passed.
Although my jaws were opened like a hippo but still I was enjoying the feel of Andy’s cock in my mouth. Soon, with a decent effort, I had almost half of his cock down my throat as Andy also helped me by thrusting upwards to meet my valiant effort and aggressive mouth. May be after 10 minutes or so; I only moaned when Andy asked me if I was ready for his cum and then he started a harsh fucking of my mouth. I am not going to take an oath on it but I kind of remember even today that his balls were resting on my lips, which means that his ‘full foot’ was in my mouth and throat; I cannot say how.
Less than a minute later, I could feel his cock swell and surge much more as I was speeding up my sucking and bobbing my head on his shaft up and down with the increased need and then he began blowing his essence in my mouth with repeated volleys of thick juices emerging from his cock hole and falling on my tongue. I had to swallow, keeping up with the volume of his brew, he served me. More honestly, I swallowed him all because I loved the velvety smooth texture, extremely viscous and thick tasty globs of it and the silky nature, sliding down my throat as I kept sucking Andy, trying to milk him out as much as he could offer and my body desired more.
As I was finishing the cleaning of his limping cock, he asked me to jot down his order. He ordered couple of swings, hammocks and paid it with his Amex credit card. He asked me to write my phone number at the back of the copy of his receipt, I gave him and he wrote his phone number on my palm before walking out with a swagger of invitation for many repeats.
The End. Your comments are appreciated. Londebaaz Chohan August 21, 2019.
By: Londebaaz Chohan
Hello my name is Rizwan Earl and people have always called me Rizzo. Last summer break, I was a bit hard up and luckily got a very nice job at a Local Mall toy store. This was not the toy store for the k**s only, meaning they had just a small section reserved for the k**die toys but most of the toys were for the young adults and adults. The toys for the younger adults and adults mostly were the things, people could take home and install or build in their back yards just for fun or the exercise purposes like the climbing walls, tree houses and much more new and specialty items.
Being a new concept, most customers would walk in to look and browse only but being on the expensive end, only couple of sales a day was more than enough to break even at least. Honestly it was more like a service type store and not a commodity type; with customers walking in and walking out with bags full of items and with only two people working in a shift, it was kind of tiring, wearing and even thanklessly boring job mostly, with lot of information sharing, answering questions but as I said earlier, it paid well and I needed money for the semester and I was happily doing it. I can recall; it was almost closing time, Saturday and we had about an hour and a half left to close the store. The manager had left already for some emergency and I was alone at the shop. Nothing unusual.
Then a Guy walked in and without asking his body was speaking. He surely looked like a wood worker, installer for the items we were selling. He looked around and browsed the whole store with a special interest to the section where we had some displays of swings, hammocks and alike items. We had a nice catalog for most of the items for our customers. The guy looked around, he needed help and I decided to assist. He was wearing a shirt with some logo that kind of displayed some non-English lingo. He introduced himself as Andres Castillo. The word Andy was embodied on his left upper arm, just below the shoulder.
Andy was a very polite person. After asking some questions, he asked to see the catalog about various swings and also some other options for the styles and the models of the hammocks. As a routine, I invited him in the back office with a blinded glass window and he sat himself on a chair at the side of the office desk and I sat at the so called manager’s chair at the desk facing towards the window. It was a one sided glass window; meaning we could see outside from inside but even with the lights on, no one could see us from outside. Andy looked close to 40—45 years old with salt and pepper but full head of thick hair, at least 5’ 10” tall, 175 lbs., thick neck, broad shoulder and overall a very healthy man of a mixed race; halfway black / wheat colored skin with black eyes.
Andy asked me couple of questions about the material used in the hammocks and also the seats of the swings and then he got busy flipping the pages of the catalog familiarizing himself with various models. I looked out through the see thru window to watch if another customer walked in. Andy had pulled his chair closer to me on my left by now and I could see; one of his hand was on the catalog while the other repeatedly dropped towards his crotch, I think massaging and rubbing there a bit. Watching his eyes glued to the catalog; I landed my gaze between his legs to realize that he was wearing a jeans cut to make a relatively short shorts that hugged his beefy thighs quite tightly. The bulge there was so obvious and pronouncing itself loud. Not being a gay but perhaps curious, not in the habit of looking at some other guy’s cock; I tried to look away and stood up to walk a few steps afar.
Andy also slowly pushed the catalog away and gentlemanly asked if there was a bathroom, he could use. We did not have a facility for the public but a small washroom with a commode and a urinal for the employees only at the one corner of the office. I could have easily refused but my good nature plus the closing time on Saturday with no other customer in the store, I signaled him towards the washroom. He thanked and walked politely towards the pointed door.
Not thinking much, I walked closer towards the chair, where he was seated when the washroom door opened and out walked Andy, saying that he needed just another look at the catalog to decide, the items he was going to order and came to the chair and took the seat where I was seated looking outside towards the store to monitor if any other customer walked in. In a flash I could see, either he was not wearing an underwear or he just removed it while he was in the bathroom. His hardening cock was snaking down the right thigh of his shorts. Fuck!! This guy was hung longer than a stud horse. Totally stunned or let me say, mesmerized; I could not help staring at his cock while my mind was trying to make me move away. Both Andy and I knew; what was going on and just as I was to move away, Andy extended his hand and grabbed my arm, opened his legs bit wider for a better view of the eye candy for me and gently but firmly pulled me between his legs and with a swift move, his hand reached my shoulder to make me go down on my knees in front of him.
Now, he pushed the hem of his shorts slightly upwards over his clean shaved balls. WOW! What a lovely pink cock head pushed out of the foreskin and at least 5—6 inches of the jet black shaft came into my view. He later told me it was a smudge over 12” and called it his ‘foot’. I could hear Andy telling me that I was loving it so much and must not miss the chance to taste it too. I could never forget, now my face was so close to his ‘foot’, the first thing I got hit was his male aroma, arising from his all damp foreskin pulled over Andy’s thick knob. It was so addicting to say the least. My nostrils were kind of itching because of the musky aura of his masculinity. He ordered me to take off his shorts and I obliged.
Nervously, I reached and took his warm and hard shaft length in my hand, gently stroking it up and down. Shit; I could hardly get my fingers all around it, it was so thick plus the bump like swollen veins all around it were making it a marvel to handle but Andy kept encouraging me saying that I was doing fine and it felt great, but stressing that it would feel even better in my mouth. I can swear, I was also thinking the same; looking over my shoulder to see if I could see outside the office and be sure, nobody else was in the store. I began to stroke him faster. I remembered thinking if I could have licked my own 8” length and especially the cock head, I would have not thought twice but somehow; I opened wide and took his cock head in my mouth, slowly sucking him, taking a bit more of him as the time passed.
Although my jaws were opened like a hippo but still I was enjoying the feel of Andy’s cock in my mouth. Soon, with a decent effort, I had almost half of his cock down my throat as Andy also helped me by thrusting upwards to meet my valiant effort and aggressive mouth. May be after 10 minutes or so; I only moaned when Andy asked me if I was ready for his cum and then he started a harsh fucking of my mouth. I am not going to take an oath on it but I kind of remember even today that his balls were resting on my lips, which means that his ‘full foot’ was in my mouth and throat; I cannot say how.
Less than a minute later, I could feel his cock swell and surge much more as I was speeding up my sucking and bobbing my head on his shaft up and down with the increased need and then he began blowing his essence in my mouth with repeated volleys of thick juices emerging from his cock hole and falling on my tongue. I had to swallow, keeping up with the volume of his brew, he served me. More honestly, I swallowed him all because I loved the velvety smooth texture, extremely viscous and thick tasty globs of it and the silky nature, sliding down my throat as I kept sucking Andy, trying to milk him out as much as he could offer and my body desired more.
As I was finishing the cleaning of his limping cock, he asked me to jot down his order. He ordered couple of swings, hammocks and paid it with his Amex credit card. He asked me to write my phone number at the back of the copy of his receipt, I gave him and he wrote his phone number on my palm before walking out with a swagger of invitation for many repeats.
The End. Your comments are appreciated. Londebaaz Chohan August 21, 2019.
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