By: Ryan Michaels
I used to buy my cigarettes at a
certain gas station in town because they had the lowest prices. Due to an
upcoming road expansion project, the government appropriated the land, forcing
local businesses to close or relocate. The gas station simply shut down about
three weeks ago.
As a night owl, I regularly
popped out late at night when running low on smokes. Because alternative local
stores and gas stations all matched the same elevated prices, I ultimately
switched to a 24-hour convenience store located closer to home.
On my first visit around 1:00 AM,
the clerk—a cute guy in his early twenties with a light-brown complexion and a
slim, athletic swimmer's build—was talking to someone who was clearly a friend
rather than a customer. As I approached the chest-high counter, they stopped
talking, and I could feel his friend's eyes on me. I turned, gave a friendly
smile, and immediately recognized the friend as a guy whose cock I had sucked a
couple of weeks prior. I am a one-sided cocksucker by trade; when I hook up
with guys, it is strictly to suck them off with no reciprocation wanted or
needed. As I crossed back toward the door, I heard the friend whispering to the
clerk.
The next time I went in around
12:45 AM. This time, the clerk greeted me with a wide smile, leaving me to
wonder if his friend had filled him in. I bought my smokes and left.
On my third visit right around
1:00 AM, the clerk was on the phone with someone. He looked at me, told the
person on the line that a customer had arrived for smokes, smiled, chuckled
softly, and said a pointed "Yeah" before putting the phone down to
grab my brand. As I walked out, I saw him in the glass reflection, back on the
phone, giggling with who was obviously the friend that had been in the store
that first time.
Driving home, I pieced it
together: rather than just saying he had a customer, he had made a point of
noting that the customer was there for smokes, followed by a knowing smile and
a "Yeah". I concluded that the guy I had previously serviced must
have told the clerk everything, and the clerk was verifying that I was that customer.
When I went in next, the total was
more than before. "Fuck!" I cursed. "Price has gone up again?"
"Yup," the clerk said.
"Man, I really need to quit!
Sucking on cigarettes is going to bankrupt me." I didn't say "sucking
on cigarettes" intentionally; it's simply a habit of phrasing I've always
used. Whenever I'm in desperate need of a smoke, I'll catch myself saying,
"I really need to suck on a cigarette."
He laughed softly and quietly replied,
"Yeah, there are better things to suck on," while ringing up the
purchase.
My eyes locked onto him. While not normally in my nature, the possibility of sucking a guy off always got me instantly aroused and bold. Figuring I had little to lose after his remark—and that I could always go to another 24-hour store if it backfired—I decided to go for it.
"Yeah, I've actually heard
that when you are trying to quit, it helps to put something else in your mouth
to suck on. You have any suggestions?" I replied.
He looked surprised, likely not
expecting me to catch or play along with his remark. "Um…" he started
but said no more.
"I'm guessing your friend
told you he knows me, and how?"
The clerk nodded. "So, is it
true?" he asked.
"Is what true?"
He looked around the store, even
though no one else was there, then looked back at me and quietly asked, "That
you like to suck guys' dicks?"
I nodded and said,
"Uh-huh."
"Oh, ok," he said, looking
like he wanted to say more.
"So… is that what you want?"
"Are you serious?" he asked, hopefully
rather than in a 'are you for real' kind of way.
"Isn't that what you meant
about there being something better for me to suck on?"
He nodded.
"Well, I'd love to help you
out, if that's what you're looking for," I told him.
"I don't have to do anything
to you, right?" he checked.
"No," I assured him.
"When?"
"How 'bout now?"
"I'm at work."
"I know," I chuckled.
"Just put a sign on the door saying 'Back in 10 minutes,' and we can go in
the washroom."
I knew about the washroom and the
note trick because I frequently waited outside while a friend ran into that
same store for lottery tickets on Friday nights, and the odd time there was
such a note on the door.
"Um, ok," he said.
Fuck! I couldn’t believe it! I
had taken the risk, and it had worked!
He quickly scribbled a "Be
back in" note, taped it to the front door, locked it, grabbed the washroom
key, and led me to it.
Once inside, he fumbled nervously
with his pants before sliding them down past his thighs to reveal a nice bulge
in dark blue high-cut briefs. Hooking his fingers into the waistband, he pulled
his underwear down and tucked them under his balls. He was soft, hanging at
about four inches, and uncut—my absolute favorite. He had smooth, good-sized
balls and a nice dark bush.
I immediately dropped to my knees
and, without using my hands, took his soft cock straight into my mouth. It
hardened quickly, growing to about seven and a half fat inches. He didn't make a
sound as I blew him, nor did he give any warning before he started cumming in
my mouth about a minute later, letting out a single quiet grunt as he shot.
When he finished, he popped his
cock out of my mouth, pulled up his underwear, and pulled up his pants, offering
no apology for not warning me before unloading in my mouth.
"Shit!" he suddenly
blurted.
"What's wrong?" I
asked, wondering if he felt regret or guilt now that he had cum and wasn't
horny anymore.
"I just realized that if a
customer is waiting by the door or in their car, they will see us coming out of
the washroom together."
"Not a problem," I
said. "You just go out first, and I’ll wait here. If no one is waiting,
let me know. If there is a customer, let them in, serve them, and then let me
know when they are gone and have driven off."
He nodded, opened the door, and
checked the store. A moment later, he signaled it was clear. Having already
removed the sign and unlocked the door, he headed back behind the counter.
"See you later, man," I
smiled, waving as I headed out.
He offered a somewhat flat
"bye," which answered my question completely: I had been nothing more
than a mouth for him to use, and now that he had gotten what he needed, he was
entirely done with me… and honestly, I couldn't have been happier!
I’m really hoping he'll be up for
getting his cock sucked again. I guess I’ll just have to wait and see what
happens on my next late-night trip to buy smokes.
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