It REALLY stung, but as I continued to rub it, I was was overcome by an arousal so intense, so overwhelming and so unexpected, it just washed over me like a fucking tsunami, drowning all rational thought, while awakening every sensitive pleasure nerve throughout my whole body.
It was as though he had literally slapped me awake from a slumber, long, sound and deep. The very second my muscle-boy ass felt the sharp, hard smack of his big, beefy hand, it simply surrendered, and quivered happily all the way to utter submission.
Something had shifted.
Yes, my cock had twitched and I almost came, but it was more than that, so much more, and yet, though I could feel it in my very core, I had absolutely no idea what it was.
The pain had morphed into exquisite pleasure. The shame and humiliation had awakened a longing so profound and so intense, it revealed an aching need, buried deep and carefully concealed, like a dirty little secret.
I was horrified! How could this be? It REALLY hurt! It still stung! He had probably left a mark!
I lowered my eyes and caught sight of my bulge. It was useless to deny it. I was still hard.
I had enjoyed it.
Though he had humiliated me by mauling me and then practically spanking me in front of these two older gentlemen (complete strangers!) and they had all laughed together at my expense, my very humiliation had actually stoked the very fuel of my inexplicable arousal.
Defeated, I lowered my head, and just stood there, passive and obedient, like a naughty little school boy in the principal’s office, and waited, anxiously anticipating the next hard swat to my aching buttocks.
Would he would do it again?
My cock twitched at the very thought. He didn’t.
I was disappointed.
What was wrong with me?
I knew I was weakening fast. It was as if I were under the influence of a very powerful and unknown drug. I couldn’t help myself, and so, I just closed my eyes and tried to search for that one, small, secret and sacred corner of my brain, where I could escape and find refuge.
I wanted to hide myself forever. I wanted to forget that I had enjoyed it, and most of all, I wanted to forget that he had awakened in me, an unknown craving for something so shameful and so base.
Instead, a forbidden image invaded my mind to mock and torment me and inflamed my lust even further.
I could see myself, not only naked and vulnerable, splayed out lewdly over the sales guy’s lap, but completely at his mercy, as his strong hands held me firmly in place.
I could see myself beefy ass up, both cheeks quivering and red, as he alternated between, spanking each one of my voluptuous mounds relentlessly, and caressing them softly, tenderly and possessively. I could see the two older gentlemen leering and laughing at my humiliation as other men filed into the shop, drawn in, like magnets, to my utter debasement. I could hear the lecherous mirth of familiar voices among them, my coaches, my teachers, and my teammates. I could see, my rock hard dick flopping freely, leaking gallons of pre-cum, as Sales Guy owned me. I could see the tears streaming down my face as I struggled and squirmed, but most alarming of all, I could see myself moan, whimper, and beg, as I was mocked by the chorus of familiar laughter closing in on me and echoing relentlessly in my head.
Suddenly Sales Guy swatted my hand away. I opened my eyes and was summoned right back to my present reality.
I felt so vulnerable and so exposed in more ways than I could ever have imagined. My wayward cock, raged proudly and defiantly and there was no way to hide that I was so hard it almost hurt.
I had willingly allowed Sales Guy to manhandle my naked body for as much and for as long as he pleased. Even after the two older gentlemen had entered the shop, not only did I allow but I actually welcomed his intimate touching and their very presence contributed to what was fast becoming the powerful addiction to the shameful drug I now knew I craved.
Sales guy suddenly grabbed my hips before digging both his palms deep into the back the tiny swimsuit he had picked out for me. He took a handful of each of my ass cheeks (as though he owned them) and raising them up as far as he could, “adjusted” them, the way he had “adjusted” my cock and my balls, only moments earlier.
I turned my head and looked at myself in the mirror. Even more of my crack was showing than before.
“There, now that’s what I call ass cleavage!” he announced, “Perfect!” satisfied, as though he had sculpted it himself.
But the image I saw in the mirror told me no lie. The suit was too tight and too small. My meaty and ample mounds were practically spilling out of the swimsuit that struggled so desperately to contain them.
Just then, one of the older gentlemen let out a loud and lecherous wolf whistle. It startled me. How could he be so elegant and so distinguished and still be so crude? I wondered. (God, was I really ever THAT naive!) But it was my reaction that alarmed me most. I felt like a wanton, shameless slut, a common dirty whore, and I liked it. I fucking loved it, so fucking much!
I was terrified, at the growing awareness that I was rapidly losing control, helplessly caught up in the swirl and confusion of conflicting and overwhelming emotions. It was as though my very identity had now completely melted away and the hot, steamy liquid was spiraling, irretrievably, around the mouth of a filthy drain pipe and down to the very depths of a dirty, dark and fetid sewer.
Somehow, “Wolf Whistle” seemed to know what I was thinking. I couldn’t help but notice that he was a very handsome older man. The kind of man with the power to hold you captive with little more than just his gaze. Our eyes met, and he grinned at me, as if to say he was well aware of all my darkest and most shameful thoughts. As I stood there, with next to nothing on, I didn’t just feel naked, I felt completely and utterly exposed. A smile spread across his face and grew until I could see his teeth, beautiful, white and dazzling.
I could feel the heat of my blush radiate over my face and ears as I sheepishly lowered my eyes.
“Yes, I couldn’t agree more.” said Sales Guy with a chuckle. Then he let go of my hips and moved back for a better view. Scanning my body, slowly from head to toe, and raising his hand back to his chin, with the theatricality of a showman, he frowned and seemed to ponder my ass, as though it were one of the most unfathomable mysteries of the universe.
Finally he snapped his fingers and with a self satisfied sigh he declared, “Yep, that’s the one, it fits him perfectly!”
“It does?” I thought confused.
It felt much, much tighter than any wrestling singlet I had ever worn. I took another look at myself in the mirror just to make sure. My ample ass cheeks looked about ready to burst from their claustrophobic and uncomfortable confinement.
Sales Guy grasped me once more by my hips and turned me around slowly, apparently to give the two older gentlemen a better look. Clearly, I was now on display for their amusement.
Finally, he took my hand in his, led me out of the safety of the little change-closet, and paraded me towards the three-way mirror opposite the counter.
There I stood, in the middle of the little shop, and in full view of the display window, wearing the tiniest article of clothing imaginable and terrified that I would be publicly exposed to anyone who happened to look inside!
My hard cock twitched.
The three way mirror was merciless as it confronted me, in no uncertain terms, and from every angle, with what I had been too afraid to even consider:
My ass cheeks, full and voluptuous, like ample breasts quivering in a pushup bra, were displayed, presented and practically offered up, like an irresistible invitation.
I looked like a cheap slut just begging to get fucked.
I panicked. What if more guys wandered into the shop? What if the humiliation and the debasement I had imagined only moments ago became a reality? Where would it lead?
Would they leer at me? Nod and grin knowingly? Grope me? Fondle me? Fuck me?
Would I let them?
My face was crimson with shame at the very thought, yet my cock, without the slightest hesitation or doubt, answered my question for me. It stood at full attention, proudly and defiantly, like a fearless warrior ready to do battle.
Of course I would let them!
“Oh Fuck” I thought, horrified, what the hell does this even mean?
“Well, what do you think, gentlemen?” asked Sales Guy, reluctantly tearing his eyes away from the unsolved (at least for now) mysteries of my ass.
“He does look amazing in it, doesn’t he?” said Woolf Whistle, addressing his friend.
“Well… I don’t know”, said the friend, pondering the question very carefully.
Raising his hand to his chin, stroking his salt and pepper goatee, his eyes glued to my ample posterior, he appeared to be giving the matter a great deal of very serious thought.
He circled around me, taking very careful inventory, and slowly scanning my body from top to bottom he finally conceded:
“OK, yes I must admit, of course he looks great in it, but my God, come on, gentlemen, with that incredible body? He’d look great wearing nothing but a dirty dish rag!”
“Though, that’s the point, isn’t it?” he continued with a mischievous grin while slowly positioning himself behind me, “as good as he looks in it, I definitely think he looks much better with it off” and he slid his finger playfully along the back of my waistband, lifted the suit slightly away from my body and pulled it all the way down to the very bottom of my crack, leaving both my meaty ass cheeks fully exposed.
He stepped back, a look of pure satisfaction on his face. I just stood there, passively, with my eyes lowered, waiting.
Then he winked mischievously at Sales Guy and in a quiet, conspiratorial tone, he confessed, “We were on our way home, happened to glance at your window and…”
Sales guy erupted into bawdy laughter, and wiped his eyes, as though he were at a stag party and one of his buddies had just whispered a dirty little joke into his lecherous ear.
The admission that they had entered the shop because they had seen me fully exposed from the window outside, not only confirmed my fear, it further inflamed my desire.
How many other men had passed by the window that day, and had seen me like that, completely naked and rock hard?
The friend moved towards me, slowly and cautiously, like a panther stalking its prey.
“My God, boys, just look at him!” he gasped “He’s just so fucking beautiful!” putting his hand to the side of my face with a gentle caress,
“… and that body!” lightly running his finger tips over my pecs and brushing his thumb over one of my nipples. (I stifled a gasp as my eyes rolled back),
“He’s a fucking work of art!” brushing the tips his fingers down my spine,
“he should be displayed” brazenly groping my ass, squeezing each cheek with greedy palms,
“he should be admired” sliding his thumbs into either side the suit,
“and, he should be worshipped with as little to conceal this glorious body as possible!” pulling it all the way down to my ankles and stepping away.
My cock popped out and hit my abs with a loud thwap.
“Fucking bloody hell” muttered Wolf Whistle, under his breath.
I just stood there, still blushing, still passive, and still hard.
I waited.
“ Well, if he MUST wear something in public… “ sighed the friend, “Don’t you have anything…” lowering his voice to a theatrical whisper, " a… little more revealing?"
MORE revealing? I thought. What could be MORE revealing? An X-ray?
“Well of course I do!” snorted Sales Guy, all but rolling his eyes, as if he had just been asked the dumbest question ever! “Come on,” with a wave of his hand, “ follow me!”
Fumbling furiously through one of the racks, towards the back of the shop, they finally found it.
“Ah, success, here it is! Yes, this one.” Sales Guy cried out triumphantly, handing it over for approval. “I sell a lot these to the male exotic dancers who work the various clubs in the neighborhood.”
“Fuck yeah, now there’s an idea!” cried Wolf Whistle “Our young friend here would make a bloody fucking fortune! They’d line up around the block for a chance to see this!” He said, moving close behind me, with another nod to his friend.
Then he helped himself to a handful of my ass (the suit still puddled around my ankles) and I trembled as he wrapped his other arm around me. His palm gripped my pec while his thumb moved dangerously close to my nipple.
“He’d make even more money doing private… um… parties” said the friend, casually, stroking the tiny pouch, of the “male stripper suit”.
He examined it, turning it inside-out and then finally bringing up to his nose, he closed his eyes and inhaled deeply to sniff it, as though it were fine wine and he was trying to determine the vintage. When he was done, he handed it to Wolf Whistle, who reluctantly let go of me to retrieve it.
“Ok boys, let’s see how he looks in it, shall we?” said Sales Guy getting down on his knees, his face only inches away from my hard-on.
I obediently raised each foot in turn as he slid the “ not so perfect suit” past my ankles and off me completely. Then he turned me around until I was facing away from him.
I looked at myself in the three-way mirror and saw him lingering on his haunches behind be, licking his lips and staring hungrily at my bare, ample mounds.
Is this where he finally solves the mysteries of my ass? I wondered, closing my eyes, preparing myself for the worst. And yet, goose bumps spread all over my body, triggered by both his hot breath and the image of his sexy face buried deep within the crevice of my butt.
I opened my eyes and was struck by my own reflection in the mirror. I was naked, without a stitch, once again.
Only this time, I wasn’t just standing there naked within the safety of the tiny little change-closet and its curtain. I was standing naked, right in the middle of the little shop and even closer to the front window (and the busy street outside) than before. Naked and hard, I stood before three fully clothed, older men, who were greedily lapping up every inch of my nakedness like thirsty dogs during a heat wave. There was now absolutely no doubt that I was in full view of the window overlooking the busy street outside, and could be seen by anyone passing the shop window just as Wolf Whistle and friend had seen me earlier!
My heart pounded wildly in my chest. For a moment I thought my legs were going to give way. A multitude of conflicting emotions flooded my brain and I struggled to breath as though I were drowning.
I realized that I hadn’t just been naked and on display. I had willingly and freely granted three complete strangers unlimited access to my body. They were literally dressing and undressing me however and whenever they wished. I was allowing them to do as they liked with neither resistance nor protest and was still too ashamed to admit that I was enjoying every last minute of it.
How could I pretend otherwise?
I’d had a perpetual boner since even before Sales Guy had first undressed me. Fuck, I had never been so intensely aroused!
Sales Guy got back up to his feet and turned to the friend. “Is that what you had in mind?” he asked pointing to the suit in Wolf Whistle’s hands. They nodded at each other and both grinned.
“GREAT! Let’s put it on him, shall we?” and he reached out to retrieve the suit.
“Will you allow me, Sir?” asked Wolf Whistle with a cocky wink.
Sales guy nodded and winked back. He stepped aside, as though I were his property to share, and gallantly motioned Wolf Whistle towards me, with the elegant theatricality of a magician who had just made all my clothes disappear.
“But of course,” He said generously, lowering his head with a bow and extending his arm out towards me. “please, do be me my guest, Sir!”
“Thank you so much, Sir” replied Wolf Whistle
Their exchange reminded me of the ever so polite chipmunks from the old Saturday morning cartoons I had enjoyed as a child. Only they weren’t cute little chipmunks. They were hungry wolves cornering their prey.
Wolf Whistle took off his gloves and hat and handed them to his friend. His salt and pepper hair was impeccably and beautifully groomed, which only added to his irresistible and dangerous attraction.
He really was a very handsome, older man, I thought again, as I licked my lips, only vaguely aware that I was doing it. It really didn’t matter, I suddenly realized. What mattered was the very fact that I was, once again, completely surrendering my body to yet another man’s touch. Yet another stranger. How many more would there be?
The thought sent a guilty thrill coursing through my body. I felt so dirty and so ashamed and yet the degradation and the shame only added to the intensity of my growing arousal.
.
He knelt in front of me, holding the suit for me to step into. My hard cock was barely an inch away from his face. It bobbed angrily between us, like a cobra about to spit, as I shifted from one foot to the other. He slid the suit past my feet, up my legs and over my ample ass cheeks. He left my hard cock exposed, still bobbing and weaving menacingly, over the waistband of the suit.
Like the other suit, I had on before, this was another low-rise, showing at least half my ass crack, only the sides couldn’t have been more than an eighth of an inch wide (if that) and the pouch would barely hold my cock and balls if ever given the chance.
I stole a glance at myself in the 3-way mirror. I looked both ridiculous and obscene, like an outlandish sexual cartoon in a dirty magazine.
I was still very, very confused. Why was I so turned on by all this?
Wolf Whistle, who had unbuttoned his beautifully tailored coat before kneeling down in front of me, reluctantly lifted the pouch up over my hard cock and “adjusted” it just as he had seen Sales Guy do earlier. He took his time, wrapping his cold hand around my throbbing, hot cock, all but stroking it, teasing me relentlessly and fussing obsessively, as if unable to make up his mind, over how to best position it inside the tiny little pouch.
Finally, he grabbed me firmly by my hips and spun me around, so he could have full access to my ass. He dug both hands deep into the back of the suit, lustily grabbed a handful of each of my cheeks and pulled them up and apart to get that “perfect ass cleavage”. Then he slowly pulled his palms out of the back of the suit, sliding them up slowly against my mounds, while running the middle finger of one of his hands, seductively slipping it inside my crevice and deliberately brushing it up against my hole. I gasped as my eyes rolled back in my head.
He chuckled as I held my breath to stifle a moan. Not yet satisfied, he gently smoothed the fabric over my ass, with his palms.
I didn’t stop him.
He gave me a hard, playful swat on my right buttock. I yelped and, yet again, my eyes rolled back in my head, as I rubbed my sore ass. He swatted my hand aside, replacing it with his own, and softly caressed my sore cheek tenderly and possessively, as if to soothe it.
I was on fire.
Meanwhile, his friend came over to my left, hooked his thumb inside the suit, lifted it away from my body and started to fiddle with what looked like a tiny little buckle.
“Is this decorative?” he asked coyly.
Wolf Whistle had moved even closer behind me, his body practically engulfing mine as I dissolved helplessly into his firm embrace. I could feel the chill on his winter coat against my warm, naked skin and his hot breath on the back of my neck.
“The clasps actually work” explained Sales Guy. " It’s how they take it off while performing onstage. Here, let me show you." With that, he moved to my right, lifted the suit away from my body and fiddled with the clasp until it snapped open.
“Oh! Of course, yes, I see,” grinned the friend, in mock innocence. “Like this?” and snapped open the other clasp.
Wolf Whistle stepped back momentarily, and let go of my ass cheeks. I looked down as both the front and back flap of the suit fell away, revealing both my fully erect cock and my big, round, meaty mounds.
Without being told, I spread my legs a little further apart, to dislodge the suit, and we all watched as it fluttered to the floor and landed at my bare feet. Sales Guy quickly snatched it up.
I was naked, once again, and rock hard, in the middle of the little shop, and surrounded by three fully clothed older men.
I turned my head and looked towards the front window. It was snowing heavily and looked colder than ever outside. The impossibly beautiful men, still enticingly displayed on the posters hunging in the window, and who had so successfully seduced me into entering the little shop, were now all but forgotten, as was the loud traffic from the busy street outside, like the shadows of a long discarded childhood memory.
I felt as though a sexual haze had descended to engulf me, like an evening mist on a sweltering summer evening.
Wolf Whistle, resumed his position behind me, only now, instead of gently caressing me, he was aggressively groping and kneading my meaty mounds. The pretext of the swimsuit fashion show was clearly over.
He raised one of his hands and slid his thumb along my lips while still groping my ass with his other hand. As if reading his mind, I opened my mouth and began sucking on his thumb, with wanton abandon, as though it were his hard cock and I was trying to make him to cum. Once it was good and thoroughly wet, he slipped it between my ass crack and I instinctively spread my legs.
He zeroed in on my hole, teasing it mercilessly, as his hot, wet, mouth nuzzled the back of my neck with a hunger so insatiable, it actually took my breath away. He was shaking violently, trembling with lust as he mauled me relentlessly. Wrapping an arm around me, he started kneading my right pec and began flicking my nipple with his thumb, driving me out of my mind, until I thought both my brain and my cock were going to explode. I moaned over and over again, uncontrollably, as I was becoming completely undone.
Meanwhile, his other thumb was trying to work its way inside me, as my hole fluttered and spasmed around it. I began to panic, once I realized what was happening, and tried to pull away, but he held me tight and close, rubbed the side of his face gently and tenderly against mine and whispered soothingly into my ear as I alternated between moaning and whimpering like a scared little puppy.
" Sh…It’s ok, baby boy… I know, yes, I know…It’s ok” teasing my hole with his thumb while I whimpered .
“… sh…yes, I know, I know… “ removing his hand from my ass crack and raising it back up to my face, to gently caress my cheek,
“… sh…daddy knows, baby boy… Sh…yes, daddy knows, baby…” kissing my neck gently and tenderly and holding me so tightly, I could barely breathe,
“… let daddy take care of you…daddy knows…” teasing and pulling at my nipple with his other hand as my eyes rolled back in my head,
“… sh…but you want this, you want this so bad…so, so bad…” I shook my head even as I continued to moan uncontrollably.
“… sh...yes, you do…sh…It’s ok…you know you do…” gently sliding his thumb over my trembling lips,
“… sh… I know…daddy knows…daddy knows what you want… “ I could smell my own ass juice on his fingers,
“… sh… daddy can make you feel good… so good…so, so fucking good… “ and before I realized what I was doing, I began to breath in deeply,
“… you know you want this…you want this so bad…” I tried to shake my head, “… oh yes, you do…” and the strong scent of my own sex fueled musk filled my nostrils
“… daddy knows what you need…sh…daddy will take good care of you …” I could feel myself gradually succumbing to his to kisses, to his touch and to his voice,
“Mmm…such a sexy, beautiful boy.” he breathed heavily into my ear, unable to contain his desire.
"You love this, don’t you? Buck naked in a public place, showing off your jock boy muscles? Showing off this hot, juicy muscle boy ass? " lowering his hand again to grope one of my quivering mounds.
“Fucking hot, hunky, exhibitionist, aren’t you?”
Is that it? I wondered. Is that what I am, an “exhibitionist”? Is that what all this means? Is that it?”
“Will you be coming over to our place, sexy boy? Be our own private dancer? Let each of us undress you, slowly, until we get you all nice and naked?
You can dance for us, my sweet, hunky boy, show off that hot, sexy body, shake this thick, muscle jock boy ass, “ squeezing both cheeks, “ get all good and sweaty and dirty.” Nibbling my ear,
“Then your daddies will have to get you all nice and clean again, won’t we?” his thumb sliding up and down between my ass cheeks once again, while I moaned, “Oh yes we will, dirty boy, get you into that bathtub, wash away all that sweat, wash you all over, “ gliding the palm of his other hand all over my the front of my body, “daddy’s beautiful, sexy boy. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, letting your daddies give you a nice long hot bath, getting you all nice and clean again?” His thumb teasing and taunting my hole as I began to shiver,
“Then wrap you up in a nice thick, fluffy towel, sit you on our laps, holding you tight, our hot, hunky, baby boy.” kissing my neck,
“Or maybe at our next party, for all our dinner guests, you can be our naked butler for the evening?” I moaned
"Oh yeah, there you go. I knew it, yes, I knew it. You fucking sexy, hunky boy. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Not a stitch of clothes on, answering the door buck naked, serving food and drinks to a room full of my swanky guests? Parading around, the only one with nothing on while everyone else is dressed to the nines? Everybody watching you, wanting you, drooling over your hot, hunky, muscles, and this big, beautiful jock boy ass?” His thumb pressing at my hole again,
"Or maybe we can start you off fully dressed in a proper butler’s uniform and spend the rest of the evening undressing you, one article of clothing at a time. Touching you… kissing you…tasting you.” Kissing my neck, nibbling my ear lobe and licking the inside of my ear, “You didn’t think they’d be able to resist you? Our friends will go fucking nuts when they see you…when you let them undress you, get naked for them…who could blame them, baby boy…who could blame them… Hmm?.. You know you love being slowly undressed, and played with don’t you, hmm? You fucking love it, you dirty, naughty, sexy boy. Are you a bad boy?” I whimpered, “A very bad boy. Oh yes, you are, you know you are. "
"Would you like to live out that fantasy baby boy? Daddy can definitely make that happen for you. God, you’re just so fucking hot" the thumb of one hand back to flicking my nipple while his other thumb kept pressing into my hole while I shook and whimpered
“Mmmm…oh yes, that’s right, baby boy, I thought so. Daddy’s going to have to keep finding all sorts of ways to get you naked in public, isn’t he? Would you like that? Would you like for daddy to undress you, get you all nice and naked, in front of all my friends, flip you on your back, play with your hole?” pressing deeper “Get you all worked up? Get you to moan? Get you to cum? With everybody watching?” “Oh fuck!” I cried out. I was lost and could fell myself surrender to him utterly.
“You’d like that wouldn’t you?” his thumb finally inside me, again, “Oh yes, you would. You’d like that a lot.” Slowly pumping it in and out, “You’d fucking love it. You know you would, Daddy will make it happen for you. Won’t he? My my beautiful boy, my naughty, dirty, slutty boy.”
A bead of pre-cum oozed slowly from the tip of my cock.
The friend immediately fell to his knees and eagerly lapped it up before it could fall to the floor. To see him down on his knees, shamelessly worshiping at the altar of my cock, (while Wolfe Whistle worked my hole) was beyond surreal. He immediately took complete possession of my throbbing member until I felt like it was his and his only, to enjoy as he pleased, and no longer mine to control. Though it was he who was on his knees, it was I who had become the dominated slave as I succumbed, helplessly, to his extraordinary skill.
They both worked me over with expert tongues. Wolf Whistle removed his thumb, once again, held me firmly by the hips, and slid his tongue slowly, from inside my ear, across my neck, down my spine and all the way down to the small of my back. Once he was on his knees behind me, I could feel his hot, heavy breath on my ass. The light dusting of hair on my cheeks stood at attention. He put his palms on them and caressed them gently before running his bristly, bearded face, ever so lightly, against my naked skin and inhaling deeply to take in my musky scent. I heard myself whimper, all but begging for more.
Grabbing a handful of each cheek, he parted them and deliberately blew his hot breath, lightly, into my crevice, as my hole spasmed in response. Then he licked it, teasing the the pink perimeter with soft, wet, gentle licks, before burying his bristly face between my quivering mounds and plunging his tongue deep inside me licking, lapping and sucking insatiably as I almost passed out.
Meanwhile his friend was proving to be an expert cocksucker, playing my cock like a virtuoso playing a trumpet in a concert symphony. Ever increasing the crescendo of sexual tension, he brought me to the very precipice over and over without ever allowing me the exquisite pleasure of release. He used his skill like a sadistic and accomplished master, showing absolutely no mercy to my ever frustrated cock. My balls ached for the release he seemed to have no intention of granting.
As both he and Wolf Whistle continued to work over my body with a lustful reverence and an insatiable hunger, agonizing, relentless and deliciously exhilarating, I lost myself among the multitude of sensations that had claimed me. It was as though I had evaporated, like the smoke of burning incense, rising up to mingle with the very air around us.
Or as though they had played me like a musical instrument, to a violent and lustful crescendo, until I was little more than a collection of notes to a frenzied melody, locked so securely and so deeply inside, and unsung for so long, that now, finally set free, it was no longer just music but a desperate cry of pure and uninhibited joy!
Suddenly everything went dark.
I heard a click and opened my eyes.
Sales guy had turned off the lights, locked the front door and turned over the sign from
“OPEN” to CLOSED".
The sun had set and a lonely street lamp opposite the shop barely illuminated the dark night outside, still, it was just enough for me see him looking at me, his eyes flashing in the darkness, like a cat or a panther and to make out the enormous bulge in his trousers as he slowly came closer and closer.
(To Be Continued… )
