Cabot's Adventures

You know how it goes. Most guys (and women, too) it's only a momentary difference between being “normal” and having your genitals in hand because you're so fucking horny that you...well, you have to masturbate. You know what I'm talking about. Could be anything that sets you off: a scent, a glance, the sensual or rough brush against your body. Uncontrollable and that's how you like it, want it, crave it. Need it. Just like you need to stroke it.

It can get as obvious as fuck, too, can't it? Your eyes show it, your lips. A growing wet stain where it matters, where people can see it. There's no hiding your arousal, is there? Doesn't matter if your alone or standing in front of the neighbors. Co-workers. Joe and Jill Public. There's a level – and can hit in an instant – of horniness that is undeniable. You can either try to bluff it out or stand proud as if to say, “Yeah, that's right. I'm hard, wet, shaky as fuck and I need to do something about it.” Now. Right now.

Best case scenario whoever you're with acknowledges your situation. Really best case scenario, they're ready to join you. Aiding and abetting, you know. Maybe they brush against you harder, for longer, a little physical frottage to help with whatever's playing in your head. A little reaching out, fingers touching your arousal hotspot, groping your business. Maybe even – discreetly – stroking back. Maybe even whispering or making those moaning sounds that drive you up and over. You know the ones. You've memorized them. You can hear them on the breeze or through the patter of rain on the sidewalk. Fuck, they're hot. You've known them forever, haven't you? Sure, you have. They're the music of climax, of orgasm, of blessed torment and. Release.

That music was roaring through Cabot's mind as he walked through the men's department of the store. He swore he could smell and feel the warmth wafting out from the curtained doorway of the fitting rooms. The heady aromas of the perfume, cologne, and makeup counters as he passed them quickly. The scent of new footwear – leather and shoelaces, tempting open sandals and heel straps – almost made him giddy imagining how they'd embrace sweaty or freshly-bathed feet. The feet of strangers, the toes of potential lovers. He couldn't help himself idly brushing against the fabrics hung on racks as he walked along, aimless, yet feeling driven. Growing more horny with each step. Suddenly without realizing, he found himself moving up, nearly floating. He glanced at his own shoes on the rising escalator steps. His eyes drifting downward for the view of customers. Their bodies jutting forward as they strolled through the aisles. He seemed alone there, like a gliding angel or bird. He couldn't resist a quick cursory rub of fingertips over his obviously erect cock. It almost made him cum right then. He jerked his hand back and away, jammed it in his pants pocket and felt his own wetness of precum, oozing through the pocket lining. As his fingers moved lightly, slightly, along his bulging cockshaft, again he almost erupted in cum. Eyes darting around the upstairs aisles, he realized he was the area was nearly empty. Only a few people were seeming to aimlessly wander here and there. He stood at the exit of the escalator when he felt someone brush against him from behind, fingers trail along his arm, a quiet voice murmuring next to his ear. “May I help you?” it said. “With anything? Anything at all.”

Cabot's lower lip trembled. He nearly blurted it right out. “I could use a blowjob.” Had he said it outloud?

There seemed to be a silence between them that was on fire. Cabot could feel the heat of the man close to him. It was scented: faint sweat, upscale cologne, incense, rut and musk. As if he just stepped out of a steamy sauna and was still moist. And then Cabot caught the weak perfume of leather, well-used leather. The sales assistant – if that's what he was – stepped back and tilted his head, His eyes darted to my pants. He seemed to sigh loudly. “Anything at all,” he repeated in a more hushed voice.

Cabot stammered. “Did I say that outloud?”

“You didn't need to.”

“This,” he touched a fingertip to the tip of my cock-shaft. “...says it all for you.:” He looked over his shoulder then bent quickly at the knees. His lips brushed over the taut fabric. “Is this for me?” He softly laughed.

Cabot leaned back, stretching. The moments came together. Cabot's body stretching. The other man's mouth devouring Cabot's thick, long cock. They both shivered and broke apart.

For an instant, confusion fled across Cabot's eyes then cleared. In a moment, he felt his hand grasped hard and he was being tugged behind a small door.

"Changing room,” the man whispered hoarsely. “Take it out. I want to taste you.”

Cabot grunted, trying to find a comfortable position. The salesman fumbled at the fronts of their pants. He rubbed his soft dick up and down against Cabot's erecting cock. The salesman whimpered and once more put his lips on Cabot's cockhead.

“Jeez,” he mumbled as Cabot thrust his hips up and forward, impaling the man's lips at\round his glans,

“You like that?!” Cabot hissed. “I know you do. Love a big hard cock shoving in and out of your m-m-m-mouth? Hard c-c-c-cock like mine? Betcha do!”

With a light struggle, the man pulled his mouth grip off of Cabot's cockhead.

“Yes, sir.”

“G-g-g-good. Gonna fuck your mouth...bitch!”

“Yes, sir. Like your bitch.”

He slurped noisily, making my cock and balls drip with his spit. Suddenly there was a knock at the door.

“Eldon? I know you're in there, Eldon. Are you sucking a customer's cock again, Eldon?”

The doorknob rattled. “Eldon? If you don't share that big wet cock with me, I'll tell the boss.”

“Dave is a cunt, but he really loves to suck cock.”

Eldon flipped the lock open and slid himself into the narrow room. He managed to slither up and down Cabot's body. “Ooooooooooo”, he crooned.

His fingers immediately wrapped themselves tightly around Cabot's shaft and pulled on it.

“I'm going to have to have some of this,” Dave growled. “Okay, stud?”

“My place. At 7:00. Here's my address,” Cabot tucked a card in Dave's pocked. “Come blow me tonight.” Then he was gone.

Eldon pouted. “You scared him off, Dave. You always do that. I wish just one time, you'd...”

Dave gently patted Eldon's blushing cheek. “We'll get to fuck him.”

He looked around and hefted his package. “My dick says so.”

“Hmmm,” let's close up and shower.”

“Fish-nets and a mini-skirt? I bet he likes punky-gothy-dirty talk sex.”

“Could we be that lucky? Mmmm, makes my pussy feel wet.”

“If you had a pussy.”

“My boi pussy.” She craned her head toward the door. “We're gonna fuck that man.”

“Get him to fuck us?”

Dave laughed and fell back against the bed. He grinned widely and spit in his palm then rubbed it along his shaft. “Yeah. Give me that Daddystick. “He's gonna pop his wad in my mouth. Choke me with it.”

“Not choke you!”

“Why not? My mouth so full of his cock that I can't breathe. Ohhhh, yeah.”

“If you keep pulling it, you're going to cum all over.”

“Cum all over your face.”

“Would you? Naw. Would you?”

“You want it? Your face all covered with my nasty dirty cum? You want it?”

“You're being an asshole.”

“Not if you want it. Say it. Say “I want your cum all over my face. And one my tongue. Make me swallow it. There, I said it.”

“I knew you wanted to suck me. Come over here and get down and suck this hard cock, biyatch.”.

“It's almost 7:00. We'd better hurry.”