Getting to Know My Floor

by JPMitchellSmith

21 Mar 2017 6993 readers Score 9.1 (86 votes) PDF Mobi ePub Txt


Abercrombie & Fitch recently opened a new store in our town, and my mates applied for jobs there. The hunky jocks were snapped up in a minute and started work immediately. The swim team was taking a hiatus, so I decided to pay them a visit.

"YO, JP!" Shouted the shirtless greeter at the door. My dorm mate, Terry, is a gymnast, and his bulging muscles drew lusty stares from the girls milling around the shop front. Half the guys were looking on enviously, and the rest glared daggers at him when their girlfriends stopped to take pictures with him. Terry had well-developed melon shoulders and huge biceps and triceps from his rings and bars training, and his core was a solid 32 inches of pure muscle, obliques rippling and dipping down into cum gutters that I knew his girlfriend loved to lick his cum out of. Brianna had all but moved into his room -- without being too obvious, or maybe the RA just didn't care -- and they fucked whenever he wasn't in class, at the gym, or working. Terry's room stank of sex and cum all the time but Brianna loved it, said she wanted to smell his sex on her all the time. She practically fit right in with us dirty guys in our dorm.

Terry was wearing A&F track pants, hung very low on his muscular hips, showing off some trimmed pubes, and his bulge was scandalous. I could even make out his prince albert ring through the thick cotton. I gave Terry a tight hug and did our dorm handshake: a crotch grab, a kiss, and a fist bump. I took the chance to grab his PA and tugged on it a few times, twisting his shaft and pulling his balls. Terry gasped and my fingers came away wet -- there was a wet spot on his red trackies. I laughed at the horndog.

"Oh, you fucker," Terry punched my shoulder. "Go on, buy enough stuff to get me a raise, will ya!" With a final pull on his firm cock and metal ring, I entered the shop.

The inside of the shop was dimly lit, and aside from the sharp cologne it did smell a bit like the stale sweat of a locker room. I wondered if they did it on purpose so that jocks would feel comfortable and buy more stuff here. I turned a corner and wandered deeper into the shop, picking out a few tees and a pair of jeans.

"Welcome," came a low voice behind me. I turned and came face to face with a manly stud, in his mid-twenties. A few days' facial scruff adorned his handsome face, with chiseled cheekbones and deep-set eyes. He was shirtless too, with well-defined shoulders capping a pair of square pecs. His arms looked like he chopped firewood for a living, and a tight abdomen led enticing into the waistband of a pair of A&F briefs. He wore fitted jeans loosely without a belt, and he was barefoot. A woody musk came from him and I was leaning into him before I caught myself. I coughed a few times.

"Hi," I squeaked and cleared my throat again. Damn, my teenaged hormones are running wild. "Hi, ah, I'm JP. it's my first time here. I'd like to try on these shirts."

"Sure, let me show you to the dressing room. I'm Derek, by the way," the hunk put one warm hand on the small of my back as he directed me to the back of the shop. Several athletic guys were waiting outside a row of dressing rooms. I took a position behind a lacrosse player that I'd seen in my class before.

"'Sup," we greeted each other, then he turned back to chat with his friends. Derek stayed beside me.

"Don't you guys get cold working shirtless all the time?" I asked.

"Doesn't bother me," Derek grinned, raising his arms and flexing his biceps. I caught another whiff of his woody musk. "I get in a workout before I start work, so my muscles get all warmed up and primed. Plus, I turn up the A/C."

"You..." then it dawned on me. "You're the store manager?"

"Assistant store manager," Derek corrected me. "But the store manager is usually manning the bigger store over in Bowlertown, so I call the shots here." He puffed up his chest proudly.

The queue moved slowly and the lacrosse player in front of me got impatient. "Shit, I need to meet Jenny ten minutes ago," he groused. He looked over at Derek. "Hey, erm. Derek, right? Mind if I tried out these clothes here? Jen's gonna kill me if I'm late, but I need some new togs to meet her parents." He was wearing a thin muscle tee and torn jeans that showed off defined muscles. I guess his girlfriend's parents were not impressed by the jock type.

"Be my guest," Derek shrugged. "We're casual here. I don't mind naked... I mean, shirtless hunks in the shop." He winked at me.

"Thanks bro, owe you one," Lacrosse Guy wasted no time in stripping out of his tee, revealing a lean bod with lickable nipples, and biceps like baseballs running up and down his arm as he shucked his jeans as well. He was wearing an old pair of jocks but otherwise he was naked standing outside the crowded dressing rooms. Some of the girls browsing the ladies' department stopped to stare lasciviously, and others inched closer while pretending to look through the racks.

Lacrosse Guy was oblivious to the attention and picked up the clothes he brought in. After trying on two different shirts -- one of which was too large -- he took them off and looked around. Derek excused himself and went to help him.

"Would you like to try these in a smaller size, sir?" Derek put on a professional air. Lacrosse Guy smiled and handed him the shirts, then continued to try on new jeans. Derek brushed past me as he went to get shirts from the racks, and his bare body against my arm made me shiver.

"How's this look, dude?" I was brought back to reality by the hunk in front of me. His jeans fit him just right, wrapping around lean thighs showing off the musculature, and looked snug around his crotch. The waistline fit his hips without hanging loose, and it was obvious Lacrosse Guy has zero-percent body fat. His entire upper body seemed to just pour into those jeans. My mouth watered.

"They're... p-perfect," I coughed, my voice breaking again when heat flared in my groin. God, what is wrong with me today?

Lacrosse Guy didn't look convinced though. "You sure? Does it make my junk look bigger? I don't wanna look like a douche but I need some space if I get excited, you know what I mean."

I stared at his crotch. "It looks... rather impressive," I tried for neutral.

"Hey, come over," Lacrosse Guy looked like he really didn't know that he was turning me on. "You have to feel it and tell me." He grabbed my hand in his powerful fist and brought it down to his crotch. I stumbled forward.

"I... ah! Ah, I, aaaahhh..." I was at a loss for words as I held the guy's large bulge. It felt alive as his dick throbbed and wriggled in my palm.

"I'm getting hard now," Lacrosse Guy said it like he was discussing the weather. "Can you feel if there's space inside?" He brought my hand up to the waistband and stuffed my fingers inside. The fit was snug so my fingers were caught between his lower abs and the denim, but his skin was smooth so my hand slid easily under the cloth. My fingertips grazed his hot erection that was encased in his jock. My throat went dry.

"I... ah, um, ah," I gurgling uselessly and cleared my throat. "It's... a snug fit, but... it's a s-sexy snug fit." My fingers were enjoying their time in his pants, rubbing against the warm firm flesh, and were his sweaty jocks wet?

Lacrosse Guy grinned triumphantly. "Thanks, man!" I made to pull my traitorous hand out of his jeans when Derek returned. He raised an eyebrow at me, with my hand still halfway down the guy's pants. I gave Derek a "I have no idea" look and pulled my hand out. My fingers were slick and musky.

"Here, try this shirt sir, it should fit you," Derek was ever the professional. Lacrosse Guy took the shirt and put it on, airing out his pits and giving everyone a perfect view of the ripped obliques clawing his sides. My eyes never left his body.

"Hey, feels great!" Lacrosse Guy had buttoned up the shirt, and even though his abs were now covered up, his pecs were still visible through the open top three buttons. The short sleeves were tight around his bulging arms, and he swung them around a bit like he did a lacrosse stick. Apparently there was some stretch to the fabric since it didn't tear, but it looked like the shirt was painted on his body, and clung tightly to every muscle.

"It will definitely... impress anyone who sees you, sir," Derek commented.

Lacrosse Guy beamed. "Thanks, Derek! I'll take the shirt and the jeans. I'm wearing them now, so just bag my old clothes, please." He handed his worn-out tee and jeans to Derek, turned, and bounded out of the dressing room area like a little boy on Christmas morning. Derek smiled and brought the clothes to his face to breathe in the scent, then followed the hunk out to the cash registers.

The curtain parted noisily in front of me and a girl came out, looking flustered. She was walking funny and clutching a few blouses.

"Miss, are you alright?" I asked.

"I'm... just hot," she panted. "And wet. I mean, I need a drink!" She hurried off.

I shrugged and entered the small dressing cubicle. There was a stool for putting your wallet and stuff, pegs to hang clothes, and a full-length mirror. I closed the curtain and took off my clothes. When I was completely naked, I looked in the mirror and flexed my muscles. The only mirrors in my dorm were in the toilets, and they were small and I could only see my face in them; the ones in the pool changing rooms weren't any better. The weight room had some large mirrors but I wasn't usually naked when I worked out.

I did a double biceps pose and scrutinized my muscle development. I swam competitively and had what most would call a swimmer's bod: tall and lanky with broad shoulders and a narrow, lean waist, flat abs with a bit of six-pack but not overdeveloped like a bodybuilder's, a prominent V- line at the waist leading down to my shaved crotch. My thighs and calves were more developed to propel me through the water, and my upper arms were toned and big enough to feel a bit cramped in the small cubicle. My pits were shaved and the sensitive skin there held a hint of musk. I licked my biceps then kissed the skin. God, I hadn't been able to check myself in a full-length mirror since the last time I was home, and it felt good to touch base with my body and feel up my smooth skin. I brushed the tip of my nose sensuously against my underarms and sniffed.

"We have hoodies on promotion today..." The curtain was abruptly pulled open and Derek appeared. I squawked and covered my genitals. Derek's voice trailed off as he took in my naked body.

"Nothing to be shy about," Derek smirked. Standing beside me, his body was much more defined and ripped than mine, although I had a few inches on him. "Here are a few tees and hoodies that you might be interested in," Derek handed me some clothes that were similar to the ones I'd brought in to try, but in different colors. I accepted the clothes and smiled at him, waiting for him to close the curtain.

Derek remained at the entrance. "Don't mind me," he grinned. "I've seen everything, why don't you just change here." He gave me his most seductive leer. My heart melted and I removed my hand from my crotch, my cock now soft. Derek raised up his arms and clung on to the overhead bar of the curtain, leaning his weight on it. I was captivated by his hairy pits, but told myself that Derek was working and I should probably go jerk off later in my dorm. I can't believe I was still so horny in the daytime, when I was already jerking off, sometimes twice, every night in bed with my roommate Jack.

"Take your time," murmured Derek when I tried to change too fast and tore one of the very tight tees.

"Shit, sorry Derek, I'll pay for that," I fumbled with the tee as I tried to whip it over my head but instead it ripped even more. Some days I just wanted the ground to open up and swallow me up in my embarrassing misadventures, even though everyone keeps telling me they don't mind me displaying my body.

"Don't worry," came Derek's hoarse voice. "Consider it paid... with a striptease." The tee finally cleared my head and I saw Derek's very hungry gaze on me, like I was his prey. I shivered involuntarily. Derek smiled and his prominent canines gleamed under the lights.

"Why don't you try the jockstraps, JP?" Derek handed me a white jock. I went commando most of the time, but occasionally I needed a jock when we had to run on the track. Flapping penises are great to watch, but not great to feel when you are sprinting.

I put on the offered jock. It fit me perfectly and I tucked my soft cock in. I snapped the back straps against my firm bubble butt. Derek's pupils were so dilated they were almost black.

"Like what you see?" I asked cheekily.

"Very much," Derek's voice was heated and I could see his fingers tensing on the overhead bar, trying to control himself. They probably have some rules about not fraternizing with customers or something. But what if the customer fraternized with him?

"I won't stand on ceremony," I gave him fair warning. When Derek answered with a smouldering look and flared nostrils, I moved forward, nuzzling his left armpit. Derek gasped. There was the regulation A&F cologne, but underneath it was a clean and woody musk, not rank but like truffles, drawing me in. I kissed the hairs, eliciting a low moan from Derek. I mashed my face into his pit and licked all around the soft flesh, getting as much into my nose as I could. Derek panted a bit.

I moved my face to Derek's other armpit, resting my hands on his thick waist. Literally, his V-lines were so ripped that they had muscles of their own. I attacked Derek's underarm and got a fresh dose of musk. I bit down hard with my teeth on his skin. Derek groaned, his grip on the bar so tight that his knuckles turned white.

My mouth kissed his sides and descended on his nipple. He was very sensitive; as my tongue laved his areola and my teeth clamped on his pecs, he shuddered and the bulge in his jeans twitched. I sucked on his other nipple and unbuttoned his jeans.

"Ohmigod," Derek grunted breathlessly. "You... you're an animal."

"I haven't even started yet," I grinned, pulling his jeans down to expose his underwear. His glutes were flat and firm, and there was a huge tent in his black boxer-briefs.

"You know... I can't..." Derek gritted out between clenched teeth.

"Oh, but I can," I gave him a sweet smile, then pulled down the front of his boxer-briefs. His eight-inch hardon sprang out with a thwack to his abs, already dripping precum. Out of the corner of my eyes I saw the the crowd outside the dressing rooms block the view from the main store, and Derek's broad, muscular frame blocked me from casual shoppers, so only a few guys actually saw what I was doing to Derek. I think.

I kneaded my hard cock through my new jockstrap. There was already a spot of slime on it. Damn, I'd already have to buy two pieces of clothing. I craned my neck forward and kissed Derek on the lips, licking his saliva and plunging my tongue into his willing mouth. It was a sloppy kiss, full of tongue and spit and teeth. I bit down on his lower lip, hard enough to bruise but not enough to draw blood. Derek moaned into my mouth.

Moving my mouth away with a smack and some more drooling of saliva, I turned around to face the back wall, with the full-length mirror on it. I reached back to palm Derek's cock, already wet and coated with his precum. I stroked it a few times, then lined up my asshole -- framed between the straps -- with the head of his cock. I had masturbated this morning with my dildo, and I used silicone lube so it will remain slick throughout the day, so my loose ass was already lubed up! With a sudden shove, I backed up and impaled myself on Derek's hard shaft.

Derek practically howled with the shock of entering me so suddenly and completely. He quickly muffled his mouth by biting his bicep, but I could see his eyes rolling up through the reflection in the mirror. His rock-hard cock had passed my prostate on the way in, and I felt full with his meat inside me. I waited a few seconds for my ass to relax, then I pulled out all the way to his cockhead, and then plunged backwards again. Derek howled into his other bicep. More teeth marks.

I continued this back-and-forth motion, controlling how far in and how far out Derek's cock moved in my ass. Normally when someone fucked me I was already a needy and vocal bottom, but now I was able to control exactly where Derek's dick went. I pushed back slowly until the tip of his cock bumped my prostate, then I tilted the angle a bit so he couldn't go straight up my chute but instead stabbed directly into my love-nut. The rough pleasure was overwhelming as I forced his dick to pummel my prostate repeatedly, and I leaked a copious amount of precum. The new jock was now totally soaked in my nut juice. I was panting and moaning as I held onto the mirror with sweating palms, my face flushed and hair matted. The pressure mounted in my ass.

"Errrgh, aarrgh, urrrrgh," Derek mumbled unintelligibly into his bruised biceps. He started thrusting into my ass, hard, while still holding onto the overhead bar. Each powerful thrust sent a wave of heart-stopping lust from my prostate to my groin. I was hard as steel, my erection stretching the soaked jockstrap tight. I reached down and freed my cock from the jock. Derek's pelvis moved erratically, and just as I moved backward, he surged forward, punishing my pulsing prostate with his hard cock. My hands slipped on the mirror, and my ass started clenching with an impending climax. Derek was relentless and fucked me into the mirror, trapping my wet erection on the glass. My cock began sliding around in precum between the mirror and my abs, and the friction pushed me past the point of no return.

"Mmmph! I'm coming!" I whispered hoarsely, staring at Derek's reflection, now that he was so much closer, squashing his body into mine. My cock pulsed strongly and I could feel spurts of come race up the surface of the glass and make their way onto my chest. Derek continued to fuck me senseless as more and more cum became lubrication between my cock and the mirror, and I was only holding up my slippery body with legs that were splayed wide apart.

"Ah! I... I... uurrgh, mmmph!!" Derek tried to muffle his cries as he came inside me, his hot jism flooding around my prostate, and I could feel my swollen and abused insides get even more soppy with the huge amount of cum he was depositing. He was pressing me into the mirror with so much force that I thought I heard a crack. But it was too late, I was spasming uncontrollably, my hole clenching and unclenching as my cum continued to splash onto the mirror. Derek simply latched his teeth into the back of my neck.

As we both rode out the last of our spasms, I opened my eyes lazily. Derek was still holding onto the overhead curtain bar in a death grip. I was basically a puddle of goo between him and the mirror, and I nearly slipped down but my feet managed to hold us up. Slowly, inch by agonizing inch, Derek withdrew his cock from my rectum. My prostate buzzed, sated, and my cock was still hard against the cum on the mirror. I looked down. Oh, shit -- the entire mirror was coated in white jizz from top to bottom, frothing in the middle where my cock and abs wiped it as Derek was pummeling me. I could feel Derek's cum leaking slowly from my wide-open hole as his cock left completely. I felt empty inside. So, so empty.

Out of the corner of the mirror, I saw the rest of the guys stripped down and trying their clothes outside the dressing rooms. I heard some girlish moans from the next cubicle over. Derek finally released his hold on the curtain bar, his body all sweaty. Pulling on his jeans and tucking in his spent cock, Derek kissed me. "I gotta take care of business," he whispered hoarsely. "Enjoy your shopping. I'll send someone to assist you."

"Erm, I've ruined a shirt and a jock already though," I called after him, but Derek was gone. I suddenly felt cold and exposed in the cubicle, still wearing a soaked jockstrap, facing a cum-covered mirror, with my throbbing asshole greeting the world outside and leaking cum. A few of the rather built guys waiting outside the dressing rooms were peeking into my cubicle. I tried to even out my breathing and gather my strength, but I stood rooted to the spot.

"Hi JP, let me help you," Terry suddenly appeared, his big gymnast body blocking the view of the people outside. Thank god. "Derek said you're stuck and needed some help choosing a jockstrap... woah woah WOAH, what..." Terry caught sight of my arched back, my elbows poised on the cum-coated mirror, and my loose wet hole.

"Hmm. Seems like you do have a problem."

"T-terry, give me a minute..." I panted weakly.

"Oh man, this is perfect," Terry gave me a naughty grin. He entered the small dressing cubicle and drew the curtain halfway closed. He pressed his bare chest against my back.

"Perfect? For what?"

"Well, Brianna went to stay with her girlfriends for a few days. I can't pick up girls because she'd kick up a stink if she smells anyone else on my bed. I literally have blue balls now."

"So...?" My asshole starting winking and a trail of cum oozed out. Oh, my treacherous asshole!

"See, your ass agrees! I'm gonna fuck you. And then you're gonna fuck me." Terry immediately stripped off his A&F track pants, revealing a hard seven-inch cock with a thick PA at the end.

"Listen, Terry, I... just got fucked out of my mind, fucking gimme a minute..." the rest of my sentence was fucked out of me as Terry's cock rammed straight into my cummy hole. His steel PA pressed into the exact right spot on my sore prostate, and a jolt of electricity shot up my insides, making me hard again. Oh my god, even my cock is betraying me! I moaned involuntarily, and pushed back and spread my ass wider.

"Ungh! Oh god, your ass is so hot! And it's tighter than Bri's! It feels like your ass is sucking me!" Terry's voice was strained as his cock rammed into me at a fast pace. It was different from Derek's predatory, sensual fucking, but the rapid rubbing of his metallic ring against my prostate sent me into a tizzy of lust. My hard cock started leaking and my hole clenched tight around Terry's invading member. The delicious pressure of his PA filling up my ass and attacking my prostate only made me gasp and pant, wanting more.

"Oh! Oh, yeah, JP, I want you to fuck me now," Terry whispered as he pulled out all of a sudden. My loose ass made a slurping sound as I was once again left with an empty chill.

"What?" I was confused, my mind lost in a sexual haze. "Don't you top?"

"I wanna bottom sometimes, but Bri doesn't like to use a dildo on me. She just wants me for my cock."

"Says the one who needs to fuck anything on legs, all the time."

"Fuck you too, JP, come on! Are you not hard enough?" Terry was grinning. I sensed the challenge.

"I'm harder than you are," I replied, finally turning around to face Terry, my erection red and dripping. Somehow I had never had the chance to mess around with him before, but now I know what he likes. This could get interesting.

"Come on then, fuck me," Terry panted, his hands already gripping the overhead bar like he was doing gymnastics. He lifted his legs off the ground and pivoted his pelvis upward, then used both legs to clasp my midsection. His abs strained and his arm veins bulged with the exertion, and he was already sweating buckets.

I saw my chance, and dived nose-first into his left armpit. It was heavenly, the mix of ripe sweat and jock musk, with just a hint of cologne. I snuffled and snorted as Terry adjusted his grip on the bar. God, I hope he doesn't start doing his low bar routine!

Terry's legs shimmied up and down my waist, and his toes reached up and deftly pulled down my soaked jock. He adjusted his butt and found what he was looking for -- my leaking cock parked at his entrance. My cock was already coated heavily in cum, so with a heave, Terry's hole wrapped around my cockhead enticingly. A few more crunches of tight abs, and my cock was firmly encased in his chute. It was hot inside, and velvety. Terry panted and gave a few grunts.

"You ok there, lover-boy?" I used our dorm's nickname for Terry.

"Sure, I just need the right angle." Terry grunted as he adjusted his hold again, all the while clasping my waist with his legs like an agile ape climbing a tree. I felt my cock slide around inside his soft ass, hitting a few bumps, each one making Terry grimace.

"Bro, I can direct my penis," I said to Terry, wondering if he was going to take forever to adjust our position. Derek might be back any minute.

"Just a bit more, dude," Terry pulled himself up a bit higher on the bar, then sat down on my crotch, his feet planted squarely on the mirror behind me. I felt my hardon graze something firm, and Terry's eyes widened. He reverse-humped me a few more times, and I felt the knob get bigger and hotter, and started pulsating. Terry's eyes rolled up to the back of his head.

"Oooohh, JP, oh yeah baby," Terry crooned, his movements suddenly more relaxed and smooth. "Yeah, right there, that's it, fuck me, fuck me fuck me fuck me. Nnngh!"

As Terry fucked himself on my pole, I took hold of his erection. He was leaking now, precum oozing around his PA, his purplish head bobbing in time with his own thrusts onto my cock. God, he was every bit an aggressive bottom as I am!

"Yes, JP, yes yes yes fuck fuck shit yes fucking hell fuck," a stream of curses came from Terry's mouth. He was clearly out of it, lost in his own sexual haze. I quickly grabbed another new jockstrap from the floor and stuffed it into his mouth before he could summon everyone standing outside. Not like nobody could see what was going on -- a wall of shirtless jocks were standing outside our dressing room peeking in around the curtain! I wasn't sure if they were the actual staff here or just curious customers. I didn't care at this point, my cock was building up another load. Some days I wondered where all that sperm came from.

"I, ah, mmm, that's it, JP, jerk me," Terry sounded muffled around the jock in his mouth, fucking himself harder and faster on my cock. He had brought his feet up to rest on my shoulders, and dangling from this angle, his ass could hammer hard and fast on my cock, and my nine inches could reach all the way inside him. I began thrusting into him in time with his pelvic slams. His prostate was getting a forceful pounding and precum was spewing everywhere. I played with his prince albert, twisting it around his head, tugging on it, adding my spit to his soaked cock. I inserted the tip of my thumb into his soppy wide slit and rubbed around, flicking my thumb in and out. Terry's eyes nearly popped out of his sockets as he screamed into the jock.

"AAAAHH!! Unngh!! Aaaahhh!! Oh, oh, oh, aaaaaarrggghhhh!!!" Terry's deep chesty shouts could probably be heard all across the shop by now, despite his cloth gag. His legs froze around my neck in a chokehold and his ass clenched tight around my cock, and I couldn't move. Then, a long stream of pearly-white cum shot out of his cock slit that I had been thumbing, flew over the curtain, and landed on the shirtless jock standing just outside. With a few 'what the hell's and some scrambling, Terry's next few powerful shots missed the jocks, and spattered the far wall outside the dressing rooms.

The tight, velvety channel spasming around my cock, plus the contractions of his prostate that I could feel acutely with my cockhead, pushed me to another climax, and I moaned as my spunk spurted into Terry's hot hole. I could feel my cum filling him up, then his prostate throbbed some more and Terry shot a few more spurts onto his own face. My legs quivered as I emptied a huge load, leaking out onto the clothes strewn around us. My back began to slide down the mirror that was slippery with my first load of cum.

"Hey, don't pull out yet, nnnngh nnnngh, I-I need more, fuck me fuck me," Terry mumbled, gripping me tight with his powerful legs. He was still shooting, streams now landing on his face and chest, his spasming cock throwing out spurts of whitish semen and balls retracting all the way inside his sac. I could almost see his balls churning as they emptied their contents all over his flexing body.

CRACK!! A sudden snap broke our concentration. I looked around. Terry's powerful, gymnastics-trained arms were doing a sustained pull-up on the overhead bar, and the metal bar finally couldn't take his weight and came off its end where it was screwed into the flimsy wooden plank of a partition.

CRACK!!! Another loud groan, and the entire partition between our cubicle and the next splintered, bringing down the metal bar and the curtains. The wall collapsed, revealing a naked jock in the next cubicle, fucking a girl into the mirror. From the almost-unconscious look on her face, she must have cum multiple times already.

But my attention was brought back to our dilemma at hand. Terry had let go of the bar and his hands had shot out to support himself on the two side walls, but with one partition collapsed and him still not in full control of his body, he dropped to the ground, jerking with powerful spasms of his pelvis, body covered in cum. My own cock was still embedded inside his ass so I had to kneel down to avoid fracturing it, but the heightened adrenaline of the whole situation just made my orgasm ratchet up a few notches. I was grunting and shooting a last few spurts into Terry when Derek popped his head in.

"My, my, my," Derek shook his head as the crowd of jocks outside our dressing rooms hollered and hooted, clapping their hands and shouting "Ter-ry! Ter-ry! Ter-ry!" Meanwhile, Terry was still catching his breath on the floor,  his ass top of me, lying amid broken planks and a torn curtain. His face and chest were red from either exhaustion or embarrassment. I facepalmed.

"Shit, I... hope I don't get fired," Terry moaned meekly, disengaging himself from my cock with a wince. Cum oozed from his ass as well as from his cock slit, now puffy and red around his PA. "I'll pay for the damages." Then he looked at me and all the ruined clothes lying around, soaked in cum. "And JP will buy up all the clothes!" He gave me a wink and a pleading look.

"I..." I couldn't resist his puppy eyes. "Alright, but I get to fuck you whenever I want!" I whispered furiously. He gave me a saintly smile and wiped off the cum on his body with a jock, then left with the other staff to continue working the shopfront. I stood up unsteadily with Derek's help. I put on my wet shorts but didn't bother to wipe the cum off my chest and abs. I gathered up all the ruined clothes and followed Derek to the cashier.

"You're welcome back anytime," Derek fixed me with a hot gaze. He gave me an employee's discount. "If you wanna work for us, we have an... opening." I laughed at his bad pun.

And that was how I ended up with an extensive A&F wardrobe that I shared with Terry. Notwithstanding my exasperation with his out-of-control animal lust, we also shared fun times without those clothes on -- involving his ass and his PA.