Tucker

-- Follow up to "Tucker" 8/22/17 --

Before I'd realized it, summer had passed and I was preparing to move across the country to pursue graduate school. This meant saying goodbye to Tucker, who I'd had ample fun with at work periodically. We would sneak ourselves into overstock in the very back of the store and blow each other, or pull each other into the bathroom and make out, pinning the other one to the wall. We had no qualms about going to work on days when our schedules matched up.

On my last day, Tucker came over to the gun counter where I was working. "Hey you," he said, cocking his head back with a smile as he always would. "Text me when you take your lunch," he winked. Blood rushed from my brain to the tip of my cock, and back, in an instant. I blushed and smiled as he turned to walk away, seeing a customer approaching. 

About an hour later, I opted to take my thirty minute lunch, but made sure to text Tucker beforehand. "Meet me in layaway" he replied to the text. All of the store's layaway items were taken upstairs and kept in what were old human resources offices before the store moved HR to a separate location; close to a dozen offices of decent sizes dimly lit with old fluorescent bulbs, half flickering, half burnt out. The walls are stacked with boxes of layaways or overstock items and returned, defective products. I'd only been up here twice before, and I remembered it being better lit. I wandered down the sole dim hallway, peeking into the offices off to the sides, expecting to see Tucker in one of them. "Hello?" I said softly. I followed the hallway to the left. All of the office doors were open except for the one on the very end of the hallway, the old conference room. Hardly a conference room, but more a bigger office with a table and a dozen chairs and dry erase board. I slowly opened the door to the old conference room and laid my eyes upon Tucker. With a fleece blanket from the clearance isle covering the table and a half broken candle flickering away on a chair, Tucker laid naked, partly covering himself with the blanket. I beamed. "Come on, we don't have long," he said with a stern face. A beat. He cracked his smile, "I'm playing, come here," he patted the blanket. 

I lifted off my shirt as I kicked off my shoes and pulled away my belt. My shorts dropped to my ankles as I closed the door behind me and walked towards him, showing my stiff cock through my briefs. I climbed onto the table, on top of Tucker, straddling his waist. He pulled me in and kissed me before thrusting his eight inch rod into my groin, shocking me with pleasure. "I want you," he said between tongue wrestling, "now". He thrusted against me again, his cock shifting down to grind against my ass. We both groaned quietly as he dry humped my ass. I licked and kissed his neck, up to his ear, tickling it with my tongue. He shuddered. "Take me," I whispered. Without skipping a beat rolled me over so that he had me pinned down. He kissed me down my neck and chest and abs, down to my cock that he took into his mouth. "Ahh," I moaned. He hopped to the side of the table as I laid on my back. He lifted my legs up and spread them apart. My heart was beating out of my chest. His kisses got further south and he began flickering my asshole with his tongue. I writhed in pleasure, muffling my moans with my hands as to not be too loud. He gripped my thighs and pulled my ass into his face, digging his tongue deep into me. 

He stood up, "You ready?" he asked. "Fuck me," I winced, and grabbed his pulsating dick with my hand, "just like this," as I pulled his to my ass. I wanted him raw, bare, deep, so fucking bad. He dropped a thick stream of spit onto his dick and rubbed it with his hand to lube it up. I held my legs, spreading my ass as he pushed his cock against my tight hole. His thick head slipped it, sending a shockwave through my body. "Ahh! Fuck," I moan. "Shhh, it's okay" he whispers, not wanting us to be too loud and get caught. He continues to slide into me, inch my inch. He grips my shoulders tightly as I slowly take all eight inches of him. He begins to thrust in and out of me, groaning with each thrust. "Ahh, ah, ah, ahhh, ah" he goes. He pulls my legs up to his shoulders and lifts the small of my back up off the table, thrusting deeper into my ass, "Ahhhhh," I can't help it. "Shhhh!" Don't be loud," he said kind of forcefully... but it was hot. Really hot. I moaned again, "Ooh, ahhhh!" His eyes got big, "Shhhh!" he gripped his hand over my mouth. "Mmmm," I quietly moaned in complete pleasure. He stifled my moans as he plowed into my ass. I moved his hands to my neck. "Ah, you like that, huh?" he asked, gripping my neck tighter. "Oh fuckkk, yes" he wince, "fuck me." After several minutes he pulls out and pulls me off the table. He spins me around and bends me over, and in an instant is eight inches deep again, sliding right back into my ass. "Oh fuckk!" I moan - pretty loudly - but he surprised me, I couldn't help it! "Shut the fuck up!" he said, playing into the aggression. He gripped my waist tightly and pulled my ass back onto his cock as he thrust. The table gave a loud "pop!" and began to creek with each of his thrusts. "Well fuck," he complained. He pulled out of me. "Here, this" I pointed to one of the office chairs, a typical rolling office chair but with no arms. He sat down, his cock standing straight up, flapping against his abs. I straddled him and slid his cock back inside of me, each of us reeling in the pleasure. He especially liked this position, I could tell, as he moaned and groaned and breathed deeper than he did before. I gripped his shoulders tightly, trying not to moan too loudly, but his cock rammed my prostate as I rode him, sending lightning bolts through my nerves. "Oh my god, oh my god" I winced into his ear as he thrust. I could feel the sweat beads on our foreheads forming, and it was then that I realized how warm the room was, surely from us generating so much body heat. Before long, I could feel it. I was going to cum, but wasn't stroking myself at all. Tucker hitting my prostate was about to make me blow my load! I gripped his arms tighter and whined into his ear, "Fuck, I'm gonna cum baby," just as spurt after spurt of thick white cum flowed onto his abs. "Ahhh, aaaah, ahha, oh fuck" I groaned. "Ahhh fuck yeah, cum for me, oh yeahhh" he grunted as he thrust deeper into me. "Ah, ah, ah, ah, I'm gonna blow" he heightened his voice and gripped my ass. I rode him as I felt his cock tense and release, tense and release over and over as he spewed his warm cum into my ass. He winced as he continued to thrust into me through his orgasm, "ah, ah, ahhhh." 

I leaned back and looked at him. "What a surprise that was that was," I said. He cocked his head and smiled, his sweaty forehead glistening, "You like?" We made out for a bit before having to get dressed and get back to work. For a short time I'd completely forgotten we were at work, secretly fucking in layaway. It had been a blissful half hour that had passed like light speed. Tucker and I said our goodbyes that night after work, but still stay in touch. What I'd give to go back to the beginning of summer and do it all again.