Jimmy paused by the bus stop and checked the time. He had almost thirty minutes before the bus would be by, and he was getting thirsty. His eyes went first to the convenience store behind him, then focused on the guy leaning against the wall of the building. His blond hair fluttered in the breeze, and his trim torso and muscular arms were barely covered by the muscle shirt he wore. When he glanced up, Jimmy caught his gaze, and a slight smirk of recognition crossed his face. He waved Jimmy over.

Jimmy strolled over, trying to be nonchalant, and realized he had seen him before.

"Hey," Blondie offered with a nod of his chin. "Didn't I see you with Derek last weekend?"

"Yeah, I was with him at the club," Jimmy admitted. "You know him?"

"Yeah," he nodded, giving a wry smile. "We go way back. You his new guy?"

"Not really," Jimmy shrugged. "Just hang out sometimes."

The blonde ran his hand through his hair, straightened up, and tugged on the waist of the tight trunks he wore. Jimmy's eyes dropped to follow them, taking in the nice bulge visible. He could make out the head of his cock, and it appeared to be a mouthful.

"I was over at the Y, taking a swim," he explained. "Thought I would grab a Slurpee before heading back to my place."

"I was thinking of getting one, too."

"Yeah?"

He pushed his crotch forward slightly and took Jimmy's hand, putting it on the growing bulge.

"Maybe you like giving slurpees. I could sure use one."

Jimmy felt the thick shaft and glanced around, making sure no one was watching, and gave it a few strokes.

"Where?"

"Come inside. They have a washroom we can use."

Jimmy followed him into the store, admiring his firm ass and muscular thighs. Derek was fit and trim, but this guy had a much more toned body, and a bigger dick, whetting his appetite quickly. He waited as Blondie got the key to the washroom from the clerk, then followed him to the little room in the back of the store. Blondie unlocked the door and stepped inside, leaving the door open a crack, and a moment later Jimmy joined him in the confines of the small washroom.

He had his shirt off and his trunks pulled down in the front, his thick seven-plus inches bobbing freely, and Jimmy dropped to his knees. He grabbed the thick shaft in one hand and steadied himself with the other, then took a long lick of the throbbing pole.

"Nice one," Jimmy complimented.

"Thanks."

Jimmy took him into his mouth, savoring the feel of the fat mushroom head passing his lips and sliding over his tongue, and began sucking. He loved sucking a nice cock, and this one was stretching the corners of his mouth and tapping his throat, making him hard as well. The hand on his head began moving, pushing him further down, and soon the fat tip was plugging his throat.

"Yeah, suck it. Suck it like a good little bitch."

The words aroused Jimmy. He liked it when guys called him a bitch or cum slut, and told him what to do. He moved his hand down and grabbed the big, heavy balls, feeling the weight of the big plums, and got a groan of approval.

"Fuck, yeah. Play with my balls, you little cocksucker."

Jimmy quickened his pace, sucking the fat pole and squeezing the big balls, feeling the fat tip begin to swell.

"That's it, swallow my fucking load, you little bitch!" he growled, holding Jimmy's head steady.

Spurts of warm cum shot down his throat and filled his mouth, and Jimmy kept pumping the thick, pulsing shaft with his hand until the spurts subsided. He slurped off the rest, swallowed, and then licked up everything he could from the thick, glistening pole.

"Fuck, you give good head," Blondie praised.

"I like doing it," Jimmy replied. "That was a pretty big load."

"Yeah," he chuckled. "Been a few days."

Jimmy stood up and unzipped, pulling his cock out.

"Nah, you do it yourself," Blondie growled. "Jerk off for me."

Jimmy was a little disappointed, but his need to cum was too strong to push the issue. He grabbed his cock and stroked it furiously, feeling the pressure build quickly.

"That's it, jerk your fucking cock for me. Let me see you blow your fucking wad."

Once more, the words were arousing, and Jimmy thrust his hips forward and stopped pumping, gripping his lower shaft tightly. Two fat ropes of cum shot out, followed by numerous spurts and dribbles.

"Fuck yeah, milk that little cock dry, bitch."

Jimmy stroked again, milking out the remaining drops until his balls were empty. Blondie gave a little chuckle, grabbed Jimmy's cum-covered hand, and lifted it to Jimmy's mouth.

"Clean that up, too," he urged. "Slurp that cum up, show me how much of a cum slut you are."

Jimmy greedily licked his hand, getting every slick drop.

"Fuck, you are a little cum-eating bitch," Blondie chuckled. "I like that."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. You come to the club Friday night, and I'll show you how much I like it."

"I could do that," Jimmy agreed, tucking his cock away.

"Good. Be there around nine," he instructed, pulling his shirt back on.

Jimmy wiped the droplets around his mouth and chin, then stepped out of the washroom. He left the store, avoiding the judgmental gaze coming from the clerk, and arrived at the bus stop just as the bus pulled up. He jumped on and took a seat, looking out the window at the store as Blondie strolled out and began walking up the side street.

He was looking forward to Friday.