Tucker

I'm 22, a recent college grad, and working part time at a local farm store's gun department in the Midwest. I'd only worked there for about a month when Tucker was hired. On his first day I noticed his red hair and broad shoulders walking through the isles I could see from behind my firearm display cabinet. When he emerged from behind the racks of overalls and cowboy hats, I was captured by his strong jaw line and masculine look. I knew right away that I wanted him. 

Later that day, he walked near my isle. I got his attention and he came over to my display cabinet. I introduced myself and acted overtly masculine myself to try to match his actions - flattery is always the most sincere form of flattery, right? I'm gay, but certainly don't act or sound like it, but a little 'manning' up can never hurt too. He was full of questions about the store and after making a couple jokes about some other employees, I noticed how bright his smile was, stretching his jaw line and cocking his head upwards as his teeth beamed towards you. I was hooked. He was a Loader - helpers for when a farmer buys something like forty bales of straw or a dozen 50lb bags of feed and need help loading it into their truck. From the job, he was slightly dirty, with a darker scuff on his neck from hoisting a feed bag onto his shoulder, and had sweat beads forming at the base of his lush, red hairline. Before we could chat long, he was called to the front for a load out and had to go. 

Over the next few shifts we had together we would have short conversations about our days. Through it I learned that he was 21, a student at a community college, and that he too smoked weed occasionally (me, a little more than occasionally). I invited him to smoke sometime together - I figured this was my first opportunity to make my intentions known. He cocked head back slightly, smiled and said "I'd like that" as he nodded. I smiled back, "I'd like that too" I said with a nod, neither of us breaking an extended eye contact. From that, we swapped numbers to arrange a sesh sometime in the future. My heart raced as I thought about what we could do when we smoke, where we could smoke and what all could happen. My cock stiffened as I tried to stay distracted from my imagination. 

Several days later, as I was bent over getting a drink from the water fountain, I felt a playful swat on my butt. I quickly jumped up and spun around to Tucker walking by and chuckling, "What's up bro!" I laughed, "I'm gonna get you back for that!" He spun around and extended his hand and pointed at me, "I hope you do" he said noticeably quieter than his greeting. I imagined our bodies together and our lips locked as I spanked his ass, him reeling slightly in recourse. I watched him walk all the way up to the check stands before turning to walk to my department. 

It wasn't until last week that I was able to get him back. We both were scheduled to close on a Sunday night. It was about ten minutes after closing when the last customers left and employees could finish up their closing duties when Tucker came to the gun department to collect the trash - loaders always got the dirty jobs at opening and closing. "I've got something just for you," I said as I raised a small bag of trash from behind the counter and tossed it in his cart. "Wow, you're too sweet. Too kind," he smiled as he rolled away, looking back at one point. I realized there were broken down cardboard boxes I should have sent with him too to throw into the cardboard baler. I grab the boxes and head back to overstock to do it myself. Tucker was just getting back there when I got to the baler, he had gotten rid of the trash bags and had only cardboard left. "Forgot to give this to you when you came by" I explained. "Oh sure, you just wanted use the baler didn't you?" he laughed. We loaded the baler and he started the machine, it's steel block crushing the stacked cardboard into a chair sized pallet of cardboard. "That's amazing," he said as he stared at the power of the machine; but, standing slightly behind him, I was staring at him. "You're amazing," I said under my breath, unknowingly aloud, thinking the noise of the machine would drown it out if anything. "What?" he asked as he turned around. "What?" I ask, playing dumb. "What did you say?" He asked, smirking. "When? Just now? I didn't say anything." He stands in front of me, "I said 'that's amazing' and you said 'i'm amazing'?" The baler roared to a stop and was ready to be filled again with cardboard. The silence was deafening as he looked into my face. For the first time I noticed he was about an inch taller than me, and that his freckles were only on his nose and inner cheeks - way too cute. "I just - " I started before he lurched forward and met his lips with mine. His hands wrapped around my jaw and to the back of my head. I dropped the cardboard I was holding and wrapped my arms around his shoulders. His tongue slipped between my lips and I tasted his warm spit mix with mine. I ran my hand through his lush red hair before I felt his rod thrust into mine through his jeans. "Ah, fuck" I said grasping his hard cock through his jeans. "You want that?" he asked, his hand on the back of my neck. "Oh yeah," I nodded. He swiftly pushed me down to my knees and began to undo his jeans. I pulled his jeans to his knees and pulled the waistband of his boxers down, exposing his beautifully veiny 8 inch cock, pulsating as the blood rushes through it. He forces my lips around his cock and I massage my tongue all around it. I grasp his cock at the base and swiftly stroke him while I suck him off like a vacuum cleaner. "Ahhhh, fuck, ahhh, yeah," Tucker moans quietly. He pulls my head off of his cock and sits up on top of a box of inventory merchandise, this way I can stand and suck him off. I take his cock deep into my mouth, gagging on him over and over. He thrusts my head onto his cock with his hand on the back of my neck, "Ahhh yeah, ahhh, fuck yesss, fuck yeah, c'mon" he moans. He writhes his hips backwards and forwards, "Ahhh fuck here I come" he says just before I feel his hot cum flood the back of my throat. "Oh yeahhh, ohh yesss" he groans. His salty, sweet cum was easy to swallow and I stroked his cock as the cum left it to make sure I get every last bit of his white goodness. "Holy shit" he said. "Yeah?" I smiled. He grinned from ear to ear, "Yeah!" He jumped down from the box and pulled his jeans and boxers back up as he scanned the rest of the overstock area to ensure no one was around or watching. "I think we're fine" I said with a chuckle. "We should do this more often," he smirked as he playfully grasped my hard cock through my shorts. We began to load the rest of the cardboard into the baler so that we could go home. I kind of expected him to return the favor, but I didn't push, and thoroughly enjoyed what I got from him. I couldn't wait until the next time. 

I didn’t have to wait long either. The next day he approached my firearm display counter just like any other day, as if nothing happened the night before. “What’s up bro?” he said, with his signature head cock. “Oh, hi!” I said enthusiastically. I could tell by his actions and the way he was speaking that nothing concerning out encounter the prior evening was going to be discussed. I felt a little disheartened as he walked away after our brief conversation. A few hours later, I clock out for my lunch break. As I walk past the bathrooms, Tucker emerges from the men’s room. “Headed to lunch,” I said as I passed him, feeling kind of awkward. “Not yet,” he replied. Before I could spin around, he had me by my collar and dragged me into the men’s room. There were only two (empty) stalls, a urinal and a sink in there – and all to ourselves. He shoved me into one of the stalls and closed the door behind him. Despite all having taken place in the blink of an eye it seemed, my cock has grown to full attention and was ready for whatever Tucker had in mind. He dropped to his knees and ripped my shorts open, nearly breaking the zipper. My stiff cock falls out and right to his lips. He wastes no time in taking me deep and wrapping his hands around my shaft as he sucked, as I did with him. “Holy fuck, ah-ah-ah-ohhh fuck” I groaned as I ran my hands through his thick red hair. It couldn’t have been thirty seconds later that I felt tingles in every extremity of my body. I began to sweat suddenly but was got chills, was full of air yet out of breath – “oh fuck I’m gonna cum” I moan. He grips my shaft tightly and shoves my cock to the back of his throat. “Mmmmm” he groans as I shoot my warm cum into his mouth. I can feel his cheek muscles reflexing as he swallows my load over and over, his tongue wrestling the tip of my cock. The tingles subside as he pulls me out of his mouth. “Fuck that was hot, man” he smiled as he wiped his mouth and some spit or cum that was in his beard. “That was the fastest I’ve ever cum. Hands down,” I chuckled quietly. He stood back up, “You taste good,” he kissed me once, “now go to lunch.” He walked out of the bathroom before either of us exchanged another glance.