Grocery store tales

I'd moved to Denver after College graduation. I had a few months before grad school started and I got a job and moved into a studio apartment in the Capital Hill area. Capital Hill is known for having a large gay community and I wanted to be in the thick of it. My apartment was in an Art Deco building on the corner of 10th and Penn. To me it was heaven. I was close to everything. I could walk to the bars and all the stores and I was living with my people.

Sunday was my grocery shopping day. I had one of those old-time, 2 wheeled grocery carts which were perfect for the amount of food I needed to buy. I walked the few blocks to what everyone in the neighborhood called "Queen Soopers" The sign said "King Soopers, but this was the grocery store for a huge gay community and all the queens shopped there. Picking up meat truly had a double meaning there.

"Queen Soopers "wasn't too busy on one particular Sunday. It was the beginning of summer, hot outside and I imagined everyone was hanging out at Cheesman Park: Another landmark gay area in the middle of Denver. My ultimate goal for the day was to hang out in the park, do some cruising, and play some volleyball, but I needed groceries and that was the priority.

I don't recall what food aisle I was in, but one of the hottest men I'd ever seen stood at the end of the aisle. I would guess 22 years old, height at about 5'7, light brown hair, and weighing maybe 160 lbs. Much shorter than the men I usually go for. Being 6'3, I tend to seek out people closer to my height but this guy gave off tall man energy. He was dressed like the park was his final destination: Short shorts, a tank top, and perfectly styled hair. I noticed him, and then he noticed me. I hadn't moved towards him, but he headed towards me rather quickly. "Hey there," he said. "I don't think I've seen you around. You new here"? he asked. His question caught me by surprise, but I answered "Yes. I just graduated college and moved into an apartment a few blocks away."

"You've got the most amazing ass" were the next words out of his mouth. "Thank you I guess" and I laughed. I play baseball so it kind of comes with the activity. I said. "I would like to fuck it. You down?' he asked. I didn't have to think about it. Why would I have to think about getting fucked by one of the hottest men I've ever encountered. Without hesitation I said. "Let's go". I left my cart in the aisle next to his. We were not going to finish our shopping. We were leaving the store to go fuck. It couldn't have been any more spontaneous than that.

As we were walking out of the store, It occurred to me that we hadn't established where we would be fucking. "I live about 3 blocks from here, on Penn," I said. He looked at me and said "I'm closer" and pointed to an Apartment building about 100 yards away and we started walking. The entire walk he would say things like. "I can't wait to get inside you. That ass is mine" I had to admit I was turned on by the entire situation and my cock was busting out of my pants.

It only took a few minutes to get to his place. His apartment was much smaller than mine and he was a minimalist. There was a bed in the middle of the room, a stereo system, and a small TV. No plants, no art, just a few things scattered here and there.

There would be no small talk and we immediately stripped naked. I was completely taken by this man's body. He was fit, lean, and nicely hung. I'd taken larger cocks but this one was going to feel just fine. He grabbed my cock and guided me toward the bed. "I've gotta taste that ass" he repeated. I found myself face down ass up and my new friend had his face buried deep in my hole. The compliments on my ass were a little over the top, but if that's what he was into, I wasn't going to complain. I don't think to this day I've ever been rimmed that good and for such a great length of time. The guy was simply over the moon with my ass. I asked him if he wanted me to rim him and he was agreeable. We shared a passion for eating ass and I would not be outdone. 

I ate his perfect ass and sucked on his beautiful cock, and almost made him cum several times, but he wanted to fuck me and I wanted him to. I guided him back into position to convey that I was ready to be pounded. He went to the bathroom and returned with lube and towels. I propped myself on my elbows and waited for him to enter. I wasn't considering our height difference and could tell right away that Doggie wasn't going to be ideal for either of us. I immediately flipped over and spread my legs.

"Oh, Jesus you're flexible, and holy fuck! Look at that hole" he said. He took the lube and applied some to my wanting hole before covering his cock with it. After being rimmed for such a length of time, my ass was ready for anything. I pulled back on my legs till they were fully behind my head giving him the best angle and access.  I could tell he was impressed with my flexibility. He was inside me with very little effort almost instantly. Once I felt the tip of his cock break the barrier, I pulled him in as far as I could get it. "You like my ass? Then fuck me"! I demanded.

And fuck me he did. I wish all tops could learn how to fuck like this man. There wasn't a hot zone inside me this man couldn't reach. I resisted stroking my cock intentionally. I did not want to cum and end this Fucking masterclass.  Long, intentional strokes seeking out all the pleasure points inside me, feeding me his ample cock over and over, balls deep every time.

I took his cock for what seemed like an eternity. I did not want it to end. Watching this beautiful man push his cock into me over and over was a fucking I'd never experienced. Up to this point, it was just fucking. Incredible fucking. Fast, furious, and deep fucking with his balls slapping into me over and over. There was no intimacy, and there didn't seem to be a need for any. This was raw powerful fucking at its finest. Power Top vs. Power Bottom. 

 Suddenly and surprisingly, he bent down and kissed me. That's all it took to push me over the top. I could no longer resist stroking my cock, and I wanted desperately to cum. I tightened myself around his cock and pushed back harder and harder as I stroked my cock furiously. He kissed me tenderly, then kissed me harder as he pushed his cock in deeper until we were both ready. I said nothing but a loud groan escaped my lips as I released the cum from my balls. It sprayed in every direction covering my chest and tummy completely. I felt the abrupt extraction of his cock from deep within my hole, then felt the shower of his cum all over me. I was drenched from waist to head.

He fell on top of me as we caught our breath. "Oh, my god. Your ass!. He said repeatedly. We lay there holding onto one another for a good 10 minutes, kissing and living in the moment. He finally lifted himself from our sticky and plentiful cum bath. He handed me a towel and excused himself to the bathroom. I wiped as much of the cum mess off of me, but it was obvious I wasn't going to be offered a shower. I was fine with that. We came to fuck and fuck we did. This wasn't going to be the 1st time or the last time I would be walking around in public covered in cum residue.

I got dressed rather quickly, kissed him one last time then awkwardly shook his hand as if we'd completed some kind of silent transaction. I made my way back to Queen Soopers and found my shopping cart just as I had left it. I decided to resume shopping as It was my original intention. I thought I might run into the man who just fucked me into oblivion before I left the store, but his cart remained filled and in the same spot. Maybe he'll come back for it later. It didn't matter.

I would go to Queen Soopers every Sunday for the next 2 months at the same time in hopes of running into him, but I never did. I didn't get his name or his number, but I did know where he lived. Could I be so bold and just knock on his door? Turns out I could.

On a Sunday afternoon, I walked to the apartment. I knocked on the door and waited for someone to answer. The door opened and I was greeted by a lovely young lady. I couldn't ask for anyone because I didn't have a name, but I noticed that the interior of the apartment was completely decorated. "Hi. Did you just move in? I asked. "Not just. I've been here almost 2 months" She said "Sorry to bother you. A friend used to live here and I thought he might still. So sorry" I turned and left the building.

I was sad and disappointed. I wanted round 2 of the best fucking I've ever had. I don't know why I didn't get a name or a number, but then again, we had only agreed to fuck. I almost wished he hadn't kissed me. I'm pretty sure that kiss meant more to me than to him, but I couldn't be mad about that. Fuck we did, and I'll never forget it.