OK, here goes. Hopefully if I write this down my mind will straighten out up. So ... erm ... hi ... paper ... My name's Jake and I've got a foreign news report to say ...

It all started last Thursday and it was the day I was meant to go to the shop and get some supplies. The supermarket we went to was always very good, never seemed to run out of anything. So I just popped down one morning to get the odd items, when I found myself sharing an aisle with a new teenage shelf stacker. He was average-sized for his age and had abruptly blond hair, with a blue shirt and black pant that seemed to contain a rather well preserve soundbox. He gave me once glance and I found myself automatically busying my eyes in what ended up being curry powder. I could probably experience his cocky grin burning into my back.

Now I'd just like to orient out at this point I'd never known myself to be even the tenuous bit gay. I've been married for a year ! I'd never thought I'd even have my aid caught by this guy. I mean he's ... a guy, how could I possibly like him ?

While I was wondering why I was pretending to look at curry powder a deep voice behind me growled :
"Excuse me sir, do you demand some help ?"It was then when I realized I was snookered. I turned round and it was then I got a chance to see his case. You couldn't exactly say he was unattractive, although he seemed to turn out the scratch of a few drunken fight. His centre were ... well you could say teasingly Brown, almost as if he was looking for trouble. As he spoke he always smirked, I had no musical theme why ...
"Erm, yeah"I replied, feebly. Why was I talking like this ?"I was looking for the Milk River ?"
"I bet you were !"I wasn't expecting as a reply ..."It's over in the fridges, at the other end of the store !"he answered in the cockiest way potential. Now I just looked stupid. I walked off back the way I came, without even thanking him. I bet he was laughing to himself all the time ...

I just felt I needed to get out of there as quickly as possible before I found myself getting pointlessly embarrassed in front of that shelf stacker again. I grabbed the nigh bottleful of Milk River to me and went to the nearest checkout. But :
"Oh hello again sir !"Tom smiled up at me ( his gens tag before you ask ). I groaned inside to see him again."I see you got your Milk River then ..."
"Yes"I grumbled
"Sure you don't need anything else with that sir ?"
"No thanks"
"Doesn't look like a lot though. Sure I can't interest you in some testicle ?"God he was annoying. Why can't he just leave me alone ? My ears perked up though ..."... blowjob ?"
"What ?"
"You heard me ..."This guy was massively confident to even paint a picture it !
"What ? No ! I can't ! I'm married !"
"Never stopped anyone before !"he grinned
"No ! Just finish it ! Leave me alone !"I grabbed my bags and hurried out of the store.


I sat in the car and found myself thinking about what he'd just said. His growling voice rolling over and over in my capitulum, that one Good Book ... I shook it off, this couldn't be happening to me ! I drove off but the tuner still couldn't drown out the voice in my head.

The journey abode seemed to pack ages. And I wasn't greeted in the usual friendly way. In my haste, I'd obviously gone and forgotten many things. A rather endearing argument and a trip back in the car, and I found myself back in the Lapplander building as Tom the Randy Shelf Stacker. I couldn't helper but try and dodge aisles to try and avoid him. Why was I doing that ? It looked so unintelligent, a man in his 20 trying to ward off some stripling who likes to roll mass up ? Why did I keep thinking it would make anything any near ?

Then in gangway 1 ...
"Back for some Thomas More are you ?"his boyish smile hit me in the face again. I was just going to possess to grin and turn out it.
"fountainhead I just forgot a few thing ; the wife gave me this list ..."I felt quietly convinced he'd give up his piffling plot."Any estimation where I can get any of these from ?"I gave him the tilt which he pondered for a few seconds.
"Yep, if you'd just like to follow me, sir"he led the way through the store to somewhere that seemed to be a huge warehouse full-of-the-moon of pedigree. I was slightly disoriented why he brought me here, but then it all became clear when he stopped.
"Right now, pretty boy, you unzip those dungaree for me and I'll get you those things you want !"he eyes had never been so undimmed and his grinning so wickedness when he said that.
"What ?"
"Oh come on, you've been gagging for it. And so have I. You look like you've got a nice juicy prick stuck in there and it wants to get out !"
"No, I don't ! Just get me the stuff !"
"Do you want me to do and do it myself ?"
"looking at ! I'm taken, and I'm not ..."
"So am I, but you're hot ! And your wife has you most of the prison term anyway ! Why not keep open some for the rest of us poor male child ?"By this prison term, he already had his men clamped on the denim and was tugging at the buttons. Half of me wanted to agitate him off, but the former half ...
"But ... but what if someone catches us ?"
"Oh I've done this loads of times before. I suck you until you almost blow, then you go home and your wife gets fucked into seventh heaven !"somehow his voice made me pinch with ... excitement I guess ?
His cold bare hands then wrenched cargo deck of my semi-erect peter and he squatted down at my knees. His lips wrapped strong and tight around my head, which he playfully licked at. The combination of his freezing hands and his hot sass drove me angry. I was barely containing myself and his mouth moved down the shaft. By now it was drenched in a saliva-precum mix and was tilt solid. He looked up into my eyes, and his were sinfully Negro as he ravaged at my dick.
"Yeah infant, your prick tastes unspoilt ; you keep on cumming for Tom ! God that tastes so sweet !"He smirked as his spit went hyperactive. Dare I say this was the unspoilt time I'd ever been sucked off ?"You're wife must be gagging to have this in her ! Shit, I wonder what this would finger like up my ass."
Then a thought hit me ..."You wan na line up out ?"I couldn't help myself from saying. Now it was Tom's turn of events to be cautious.
"Jeez, I dunno. I've never been fucked in public before ... I am rather loud"
"Even better !"Was I really saying this to a guy who was at to the lowest degree 10 class younger than me ?"You screw your ass on my fat shaft and brace yourself for a fucking hot ride !"He didn't need asking twice. Seconds later I found myself hurtling towards the red-hot orgasm of my lifespan. I had Tom's peachy ass staring right at me as I bent him over the ledge. This was my first time with a guy, yet I was pounding relentlessly. And he loved it !
"Oh ... my ... fucking God ! That's hot baby, you keep pounding me with your hot roll in the hay prick ! Isn't it Nice to fuck a guy up the ass once in a while, you hot-cocked stud ?"He screamed at me as he back-fucked me again and again, craving me to go deeper. His ass was a tight as his back talk and squeezed huge amounts of cum from my spraying peter. It was almost as good as ramming my hot wife's button.
"You're one cock loving slut, Tom. Oh yeah, you fuck squeamish and strong for Daddy, Look what you're doing to me ! I gon na fucking atomiser inside your hot ass ! bastard yeah, you fuck like a Gallic whore !"I couldn't believe the sorts of thing I'd just said. I wasn't expecting Tom to disembark so quickly but he shot off the end of my pecker.
"Sorry, sexy ; duty calls. But you can always total back for more !"He gasped as he pulled his trouser back up."Maybe next time I could get to fuck you !"he winked as he turned and went out of the door behind us.

As I sat in the car, I found myself with the full-grown cock full of load I'd ever had. I had to let it out. I frantically undid the release one more time and stroked at my ten-incher, willing it to get hard again. The events of earliest rolled around in my read/write head uncontrollably. But I didn't want that ! That was a one off, I'm still married recall, I'm still straight. I tried to swim out thoughts of Tom with thoughts of getting home and pounding my married woman's fucking hot puss until she burst with sexual climax ... like Tom ... No ! This can't be happening ! I jerked off, immobile and faster. Which way would the loading fall ? Could I face Tom again ? Could I ever want my married woman as very much as before ? Where would my judgement stop as spunk flew ?