The Guy At The Store

This happened about fifteen years ago. I was living alone in a city quite distant from friends and family, and aside from occasional outings with work colleagues, I didn't socialise all too much although I did enjoy casual dating. This was all fine by me, and I didn't feel lonely or unhappy in any way - in fact I enjoyed my situation very much.

I'm a straight white man and at the time of my confession I was in my late twenties. I lived in an pleasant apartment in the city suburbs close to work and to all important amenities. One store close to my apartment was open 24-hours which still isn't too usual outside of major cities even today, and as such was great to walk down to late at night to pick up forgotten groceries and drinks.

The guys who worked at the store really put in the hours. They were all recent immigrant workers which may sound presumptuous of me but I say that as they all spoke halting and broken English. One particular guy there was very friendly and polite, always smiling and kind. One thing that I remembered only later was that once, after he'd served me one day, he said "I like you, you are nice" which I took completely innocently as a friendly compliment.

A few weeks afterwards, I popped into the store one night, quite late, a little after midnight, to get some wine as it was Friday and I was winding down after the week's work. I'd had a bottle already but wasn't quite ready for bed, I fancied getting a little tipsy, watching a film, and crashing out.

The friendly guy was working at the store and I smiled and said hi as I walked past the counter towards the alcohol aisle. When I took the bottle to the counter to be served, he said hello and then, as before, "I like you." This time it finally dawned on me what he was really saying to me and, quite comically, I was surprised and embarrassed and could feel my face turning bright red.

If it helps paint the picture a little more, the guy himself was, I'd guess, in his late 50s, black, quite short - around 5ft 7, stout, had some thick dark hair growing around the sides and back of his head but was otherwise bald, and had a bushy old-fashioned 70s-style moustache, if you know what I mean. I'm quite tall, 6ft 2 or so, athletic (more so back then, alas) and at that time had a much better hairstyle than today :-)

I was, as I said, quite taken aback by the situation and couldn't think of a word to say in reply. I remember swallowing quite audibly and to my surprise, I felt my cock twitch. The guy behind the counter looked around the store, then gestured to me to follow him as he walked out from behind the counter and toward the staffroom at the back of the building. Suddenly I was following him but I have no recollection of making any conscious decision to do so.

The store was otherwise empty, no other customers or staff, and I followed the guy through to some stairs that led up to a stock room. Without saying anything, the guy reached and unbuckled my belt, pulled down my jeans and boxers, and began gently masturbating my cock which immediately went harder than I can ever say it had before. I had to take his hand and stop him as I felt myself on the verge of cumming straightaway.

The guy then pulled back my foreskin quite firmly in his fist, which felt amazing, knelt in front of me and started giving me a blow job. I couldn't stop him this time and managed to gasp that I was about to cum. He continued licking around the tip of my penis as I orgasmed, my body shaking uncontrollably as I came in his mouth.

Usually at this point, not uncommonly for men, there would be a moment or two of reflection and indeed regret but I found myself still very much turned on. I unbuttoned the guy's store uniform trousers, and pulled down his underwear, which for some reason I can still remember were rather unfashionable y-fronts. I was still nude from the waist down and incredibly erect. I knelt in turn in front of the guy and started giving him a blow job, the first I'd ever given in my life.

After only about 20 seconds, I felt myself building to climax again without even touching myself - I'm still amazed that I was so psychologically aroused that my cock began spasming, the muscles contracting and relaxing in rapid sequence until I ejaculated. The guy came in my mouth almost simultaneously which heightened the pleasure, and his cum tasted wonderful to me, the whole situation was intoxicating, and I carried on licking and cleaning his cock until he gently stopped me. We dressed quickly, went back downstairs, I bought my wine and walked home, dazed.

I avoided the store for about a week after but knew I was going to eventually go back and indeed I did. I gave the guy my number and we met up once more before I left the area. 100% true and it still turns me on thinking about it