I fell back into the routine of visiting my local adult bookstore each Friday. Despite jerking off in the shower Saturday through Wednesday, I still had that unsettling full sensation in my privates come Friday. The reader might logically ask about Thursday.
Yes, I still showered and fantasized about rimming my wife Donna’s beautiful ass and eating her tiny pink pussy; but I forced my soapy fist to avoid my wet, longing cock. My goal was to build up that load of hot cum desired, no expected by those servicing me each Friday.
Being a regular at the ABS had its rewards. The day clerk, a twenty-something gamer type, began calling me “Pops” and even greeted me with a smile. This was a pleasant change from his sullen “Can’t you see I’m on my phone”-affect that awaited me my early days as a patron.
One Friday morning as I pulled behind the ABS, I was disappointed to see no other cars, just the clerk’s Vespa. I was close to driving away, but thought heck, maybe a straggler or two might filter in.
I headed through the filthy door and greeted the clerk with my usual, “Hey, Bud,” and received his usual, “S’up Pops.” I commented that things looked slow and started to hand over my five spot.
He smiled and pushed it back. He laughed. “Save your money. I know what you want. I’ll suck you off for free.”
My response was to quickly look around the store at all the security cameras. He read my mind and suggested there was no video coverage of the hallway leading to the restroom or the john itself. Before I could decline (or, not!), he got up and headed back.
I took another look around and specifically scoped the cameras. Before I could run for the door, my little guy and his brain took over. I slowly walked back, rounded the corner and traversed the short hallway leading to the restroom. I peeked around the cracked open door. Bud was already sitting on the toilet, waving me in with a chuckle.
“Come on, I won’t bite!”
I stepped in and locked the door behind me.
As I moved in front of him, he rotated the bill of his ball cap backward. I got my first really good look at him. He truly was a handsome young man: jet black shoulder length hair, Caribbean blue eyes and almost pouty full lips. My instincts took over. I leaned down and with my left hand brought his chin up, bringing his lips and opening mouth to meet mine. His girl-like lips circled mine as he probed my mouth with his tongue. His passion was so extreme that I felt almost lightheaded.