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NB: I added the bit about the hot staff. Every time I go to Bunnings (Aussie version of Home Depot or B&Q) I have to admire whoever in HR came up with their hiring policy. Oof!
As I drive down the highway my phone pings at me.
“AC Filters” appears on the screen.
“Shit,” I mutter to myself and check the time. Realising I have a little longer than I thought I turn at the next corner and start heading back to the hardware store I had just passed. I had intended for that reminder to pop up just as I left work, but as my luck would have it, it popped up when the store had already disappeared from my rearview mirror.
As I drive, I open up Sniffies, as I do whenever I head to the hardware store. For some reason, it’s usually a happy hunting ground. I haven’t worked it out yet but I’ve narrowed it down to gay guys turned on by the masculine setting (and the staff who are without fail some of the best-looking retail staff you’ll see), or it’s DL ‘straight’ guys for whom this is the one shopping experience their wives refuse to accompany them on. Either way, for me, with my usual end-of-workday semi, the app is the first thing I open as I pull into the carpark.
As I get out of the car I see a blank profile that’s really close by. I figure he’s either in the store or in the carpark but before I can send him a message one pops up.
Hey, you looking?
My dick twitches in instant response. It’s so much easier when they make the first move.
Yeah. You inside? I send back.
Yeah. Looking to suck. Interested?
Suddenly I’m walking quicker, despite the uncomfortable growth in my pants.
Fuck yeah. I send back and enter the store, breezing past the greeter on my way to where I know the public bathrooms are.
I ask for pics and stats. He sends back the stats, which are very acceptable but says he doesn’t do pics because he’s straight. Theory number 2 in action then apparently. I smile and roll my eyes but decide now isn’t the time to point out that offering to suck a stranger’s cock in a bathroom makes him about as straight as I am chaste.
Wanna meet in aisle 12? Make sure we’re a match first? He sends as I near the bathrooms. I halt my progress and reply in the affirmative, turning on my heels and looking for the number 12.
I adjust my bulge as I walk. A part of me is wondering if this guy is serious, but I understand his want to see me before he sucks me. It also gives me a chance to see him.
I see the sign “Aisle 12. Screws. Nails. Hooks.” Ironic much?
I turn into the aisle and see that there’s one guy already in there. He kind of matches the stats. I make an exaggerated point of browsing, so that if this stranger sees me he knows I’m not actually after the Type 17 Top Grip Roofing Screw that is in front of me. A moment later I hear a voice next to me.
“Finding what you’re looking for?” He says.
I turn to see him and this guy definitely matches the stats.
“Just checking out a few things,” I reply, hoping to sound flirty.
He winks and his hand grips his bulge. I do the same. Target confirmed.
I walk past him and brush his hand. I nod the clear ‘follow me’ nod that any cruiser worth his salt knows. I walk towards the back of the store, back toward the bathrooms. This particular store has a big men’s bathroom, with several urinals and stalls. I walk in and for a moment it’s just me. I start to walk towards the big stall in the corner and I hear the door behind me. I glance over my shoulder and see him enter. I step into the stall and leave the door open. He glances around and in a moment he’s standing in front of me, locking the door behind him.
He grabs me and pulls me close. His lips press hard against me and my first thought is ‘real straight buddy’. But the sensations of our lips and tongues mashing against each other quickly overtake me. I’m a sucker for a bearded man. Even moreso when they’re well-maintained, like the beard that is rubbing against my cheek right now. We kiss for what seem like forever. Our tongues clashing, our lips smashing.
His hands start to roam and he undoes my belt. With a swift movement, his hand is inside, rubbing my bulge through my tight briefs.
“Damn,” he mutters, in a low husky voice. I love impressing people. “I gotta be quick.”
He doesn’t waste any more time. He remembers what he’s here for and slides down my body, taking my pants down with him and exposing my rock-hard cock. It is already slick with precum which he eagerly laps at with his outstretched tongue. He grips my cock and slides my skin back, slurping at the precum dripping from my slit. He shifts his body slightly, getting himself into a comfortable position before he takes my cock into his mouth.
I have to hold back a moan, the sensation of a warm, wet mouth and tongue running over my shaft is one I will never get enough of and my dick throbs out another surge of precum. This sets him off again and now he picks up the pace on my cock. His hand reaches up and tugs on my balls. My body shudders at that and I feel the stirrings of my orgasm building already.
As if he can sense that I’m starting to get close he looks up at me. There isn’t a man alive who isn’t turned on by making eye contact with someone whose mouth is full of your cock and I’m no different. He gives me a little nod and I can’t help but moan in response to the willingness of this supposedly straight cocksucker.
He works me fast and deep. His throat now opening to accept my head. His hand tugs my balls and I feel the stirring moving up my legs. I’m panting now, as quietly as I can, but he knows I’m close.
He grunts on my cock, his final request for my climax. My legs tense and my cock throbs. I grunt a little as well as I fire my load hard and fast down his throat. My body shakes. He gags a little but I feel his mouth work to swallow my load. I gasp my way through the last throes of my orgasm as he slows the pace on my cock.
With his lips, he milks the last of my load from my wilting member before leaning back on his haunches. I look down and his sweatpants are bulging. There’s a slight wet patch where his cock head is tenting the fabric. I smile down at him.
“Thanks,” I say. “Looks like you need sorting out too.”
He starts to stand up and goes to say something but the squeaking of the door hinges causes him to freeze.
We hear footsteps. I can tell from their direction that they’re heading towards the urinal. We both stand in silence as we listen to this man relieve himself. Neither of us moves until we hear him flush, leave and we hear the door close behind him.
“Shit that was close,” he says, but the tent in his pants has hardly diminished.
I step forward and give it a bit of a rub. “My back seat reclines. Dark tinted windows.” I suggest.
He checks his watch. “Fuck yes.”
I walk out of the store in front of him. Neither of us have anything in our hands but the greeter is too busy checking her phone to notice as we leave. He’s only a few paces behind me. Following but not looking like he’s following me. I get to the car, which is thankfully towards the rear of the carpark. I open the door and quickly move into the back seat. With a flick of a switch, the back seats fall into their reclining position. As they do, the door opens and he slides straight in with a smile.
Before he even fully settles in his seat, his pants are at his ankles. He’s packing a pretty decent, cut cock and a nice big set of balls. There’s a good amount of hair there and clearly the care he takes with his beard is continued downstairs as well. I lick my lips and contemplate immediately leaning down and sucking him but before I can his hand is on my chest and his lips are against mine.
As we kiss, with just as much intensity as we did in the bathrooms, he guides my hand to his cock. I don’t need much encouragement and within moments I’m stroking him with a steady deliberate pace. If this guy is straight he’s going to learn right here that when it comes to bating cocks, guys know what they’re doing. I work my fingers over his shaft and run them around his ridge. His slit quickly begins leaking and I use the precum to slick up his head and work it slowly.
We have the time and privacy to enjoy ourselves here. He lets out a moan as I work his cock and I feel the vibrations pass over my lips and tongue. His hand fumbles at my belt awkwardly, neither of us is willing to unlock our lips and it makes for some blind attempts at my pants. I’m surprised at how hard I am again, so soon after this man swallowed a day’s worth of cum. But the passion with which this hot bearded man is attacking me is enough inspiration that when he finally slides down my fly, my thick cock feels relief at the space it’s been granted.
I continue to stroke his cock, with more intent now as he grips mine and starts to stroke. He moans again, clearly enjoying the feeling of my thick cock in his hand. He runs a finger around my foreskin and my dick twitches in response. This guy is really working to disprove his claim that he’s straight. He really knows what he’s doing.
We continue like that for what seems like an eternity. My own personal bliss. Lips locked with a hot bearded man, my hand wrapped around his cock and his around mine. My balls tingle again. I’m struggling to hold back and a second orgasm is fast approaching. I pull my lips away just enough to let him know that I’m close.
“Buddy. I’ve been struggling to hold off, waiting for you,” he says.
“Fuck man. Don’t wait. Just let that load go.”
“Yeah?”
“Definitely. I upgraded to leather seats for a reason. Let it fly bud.” I wink and stroke him a little faster.
“Fuck yes. Tug my balls?” he asks, his voice trembling with edged-up pleasure.
I reach down and grip his heavy sack, I give them a light tug and stroke his cock with purpose, my fingers focusing on his slick head.
“More!”
I pull down on his nuts hard and with only a couple more strokes his body goes rigid. He grunts and his cock throbs in my hand. His legs tense and the first shot fires from his dick, splattering against the seat between us. I continue to stroke and he continues to fire, shooting and spraying his load over the seat, his shirt, his pants and my hand. I keep the pace up and continue to stroke until his body goes slack and shudders with the last aftershock of his climax. I take one slow stroke, squeezing the last drops of cum from his wilting member.
“Fuuuuuuck. I needed that,” he sighs as he falls back in the seat, his hand still gripping my hard dick.
“Mind if I…?” I ask as I move to replace his hand with my own around my shaft.
“Please do.”
I start to stroke quickly. Knowing my second orgasm is not far away. I can smell his load beside me on the leather and the smell of sex that has filled my car.
“Can I help?” he asks, still panting.
“Get some cum and run your finger over my lips.”
It’s not one of my usual requests but after the hot make-out session, my lips are sensitive and in need of attention.
He follows my instructions, taking the last drops of cum from his exposed head on his finger. He reaches up slowly and the instant his slick finger hits my lips my load fires. My body shakes and a loud, animalistic moan explodes from my lips. I feel the hot sticky load slide down my fingers as surges of pleasure rack my body. I grunt and moan and shake as the intensity of the hot double session erupts from me. The volume of my load is nowhere near what he just swallowed but my body is left spent and I’m panting just as much.
We sit there for a moment in silence. Both of us catching our breath and taking it all in.
“Damn I needed that,” I say finally.
“Me too. Thanks.” He gives me that same wink he gave me in aisle 12. “Got a bit more than I expected too.”
I reach beneath the seats and pull out an old towel. I wipe the seat down and then my hands. He uses his t-shirt to wipe down his body and I admire the hair on his torso.
He asks if I wouldn’t mind dropping him back at his truck. He’s done with work for the day and heading home to his girlfriend.
“I think I might need to stop by the depot for a shower first though.” He grins as I drive through the carpark.
“Not a bad idea.”
I pull up beside his truck and he leans over for another kiss. My hand instinctively reaches out and my fingers run through the hair on his now exposed chest.
“Hope to see you again. I’ll take care of you.” He winks and slides out of the car. I watch him throw his t-shirt in the back of the truck, jump inside and check his phone.
I smile, wondering if he’s missed a call from his girlfriend. If she’s asked him to grab something for dinner on the way home. That confirms my theory number 2 about the hardware store cruisers. Domestic bliss clearly isn’t enough for this guy.
I start the car again and drive off, unable to wipe the smile off my face. It isn’t until I pull into my driveway that I realise I didn’t even get the damn AC filters.
Guess it’s another trip back. Same time next week seems good.
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