Double Rewards Points

Last week I had to go to the local hardware store to pick up some things to fix a leaky faucet in my kitchen. When I got to the checkout I had a coupon for double rewards points, but I didn’t have my rewards card. “No problem” Jimmy the checkout clerk stated, can I have your phone number, and ok, I gave it to him as he proceeded to ring me out. “Would I like to buy a bag” he said? No I’ll just take the stuff out in the small hand basket. So Mr. Attitude explained store policy, I can’t do that, so I pointed to the car and said I’ll bring the empty right back in, but he insisted I still could not do that. I asked why, and he politely said I might steal the basket. Ok as I laughed, you’ve got to be kidding me. Ok I bought the bag. The clerk seemed so thankful that I wasn’t going to pursue the issue although I could have caused a scene.

 The clerk was too good looking, young, polite and naïve to give him grief, when in actuality it was the store I should be angry at, oh hell I was making a big deal over a stupid thing. I apologized to Jimmy and shook his hand, he made eye contact with me and smiled with two gorgeous cheek dimples, he had medium length dirty blond hair and a cute little bib style apron tied around his nice slim waist, as he turned, his tight blue Jean covered ass cheeks that were prominently hard and perky looking like they were almost painted on with a distinct ass crevasse. His arms filled his store logo T-shirt sleeves (probably a size or two too small) with nice biceps, but those blue eyes and the dimples and the teeth were perfect. He bagged my stuff and handed me the receipt and I bid him good day.

 I checked the receipt when I got back to the car, and I see a misprinted price and besides that I did not get my double rewards points. So back in I go. Jimmy was just pulling his apron off over his head, I guess he was getting ready to clock out. I began to explain my story as he was practically stripping because his T-shirt rode up exposing some mighty fine abs covered with a peach fuzz blonde hair, and a “V” cut riding into the top of his jeans. My eyes were focused on his crotch as I stopped talking and was snapped back into it by him asking “what”? I stumbled on my words and tried to get it all out again, he apologized not knowing what he did wrong, then explained he was just leaving but Suzie could fix it, and he apologized profusely again knowing our previous encounter and blamed himself. Suzie had to go get a manager and they needed to void it and re ring up everything and the manager didn’t even charge me for the nickel bag as a token for my trouble, of all things. As I was leaving through the front door, Jimmy was exiting through the back door of the store to the stockroom, he turned and gave me a very friendly smile and a wave.

 I’m home back to my little plumbing project and I’m lying on the floor, head under the sink in typical plumbers crack position, trying to adjust my phone flashlight to see up at the faucet fittings, when the phone rang, so I flipped it over to see it was an unknown number. Curiosity got the better of me and I answered it on speaker while continuing to work. “Hello” I said. “Hello this is Jimmy from the hardware store”. “Uhhh ok, how did you know my number”, I asked, he of course explained I gave it to him for the rewards points and he just remembered it. Oh, OK I thought, he explained he clocked out and saw some fittings that Suzie must have forgot to put back in my bag and asked me if I wanted him to put them aside for me, or else, he was just about to head home if I were close he would be glad to drop them off. I told him well I’m only about ½ mile from the store and said that would be great. I gave him my address and within minutes he was knocking on my back door. I yelled it was open as I twisted something I shouldn’t have and water began spraying all over me while I was wedged in the cabinet.

Just as he approached me I yelled “Shit! You God Damn Mother Fucker” and he laughed and realized my predicament, replying back something like “no, it’s just me little old store clerk” as he grabbed my legs by the ankles and pulled me out, and then climbed in to get to the shut off which was in the most awkward place. As I attempted to wipe my face from the dripping water with my sopped T shirt, here was Jimmy going in face first twisting an old corroded defective shut off, he was on his knees his ass pointed out at me, obviously no underwear, his T-shirt, face and hair getting soaked as he retreated out giggling and we both sat leaning against the cabinets as I reached for the kitchen towel on the oven door tossing it toward him. I stood to get some paper towels and a mop while he worked his way up off the slippery floor, his jeans now drenched and a distinct bulge seemed to hug his profile in his crotch quite nicely, then I realized it , my own dick was hard as a rock as I faced him offering to help him out of the wet shirt and said I’d find him some dry clothes to wear.

I scooted out of the room hiding my crotch, and grabbed a pair of sweat pants, a old Paint covered YMCA shirt, and a bath towel, as I returned he had already removed his shirt and I handed him the bath towel and offered him the sweats, he quickly unbuttoned and dropped trow right there, his semi hard privates exposed in all their glory as my eyes became glued to the scene and my tongue hung out dripping with desire. He patted his legs dry as he slid the sweats on making sure he faced me, I’m sure on purpose. Then he caught the waistband under his ball sack holding his dick out on display for a few seconds that seemed to be forever but yet not long enough for my eyes. This kid must be in college and he was built like he worked out regularly and he joked about, and did, the little YMCA dance as he stretched that too small T-shirt on over his stretched, twisted torso. Now he was dressed and my own hardness began to fade, until I saw him turn and I saw that tight ass that filled out those sweat pants like they really shouldn’t. I clenched my fingers into my fists together as my dick began to take my brain elsewhere once again.

I pulled off my own T-shirt and stood there in my wet jeans, as he suggested I should probably change too. I walked back to my bedroom (just off the living room) and he followed me in carrying his wet stuff, asking where he could leave it to dry, as I directed him toward the master bath, off my room. I tried to pull off my jeans and underwear, or I emphasize tried, but they were overly tight being so wet. He came back into the room, he suggested I might need a hand, and before I could answer he was grabbing my pants by the ankles and trying to pull them off. As I sat on the bed , he pulled my feet into his hard dick as he grabbed the material by the knees and  tried to inch it over them. Was he deliberately forcing my feet into his crotch? I came to the conclusion Yes, Yes he was! I stood back up, to allow the waist to get over my ass further.

Him, now on his knees, directly in front of my crotch, inching them down, first the left, then the right side, till my Briefs slid off with them, my rapidly growing dick punched right out in front of his nose as a smile quickly came to  his face. My pants now at my knees he let them go. He reached up and gave me a soft, slow, stroke, as his eyes were glued to mine. I gave him a knowing nod, and his lips in slow motion parted as they came ever closer, he gave me every chance to refuse. He then inhaling, then licking, then encapsulating my shaft with his nice warm mouth, I didn’t have the will power to refuse. He swirled it around inside his mouth, never letting it touch his teeth, that is, until he clenched down ever so slightly on the out stroke, allowing the rim of my mushroom head to gently be stopped by his teeth, then back in again, as I grabbed his head pulling him back into me.

I slowly dropped my ass back onto the bed and he crawled up with me, never removing my member from his mouth. He raised my legs, as he palmed my ass cheeks, beginning to press one thumb on my bud hole, he began rotating it around, and then slowly he withdrew my cock from his mouth, and spit down onto my taint, then taking my cock back in his mouth but rubbing the spit with his thumb before retreating back to my hole where he continued to rub and lubricate it before pressing inward to my slight resistance.

Then suddenly he got in far enough that I couldn’t hold back, and with a moan he penetrated it with his thumb, as I drew my legs up further into my chest and his mouth moved from my dick to my crack, his tongue then joined his thumb in its quest to juice me up, when I suddenly felt both thumbs, centered by a tongue, in an attempt to spread my virgin hole. I was in pain yet pleasured by the whole experience. He then stood grabbed me by my back just above my ass, pulling me closer to the edge of the bed, forcing my legs further into me, as I felt his monster cock press my bud with a slow but steady pressure.

I think I wanted him to stop, yet I couldn’t say the words as the pain grew more intense, my eyes shuttered, and I detected a tear or two, but I bit my tongue trying not to make a sound, then in he went, past the ring, his big mushroom head was inside of me, a simple soothing pleasure vibrated though my body as it slightly began to relax, but that was short lived as he applied more pressure and forced his way in. He told me I was so tight, and he kept on going, the heat, the burning, the pain, although not unbearable, soon became pleasure as he began to softly stoke inside me, then out. His moments were graceful, as I opened my eyes and watched his fine muscled torso heave in and out, his firm peck with soft pink nipples, I soon found myself raising my hands to place on those nice firm but soft nipples, I pushed his chest up and slightly off me, as I felt that flesh of his pecks under my palms and I looked down to watch my dick flop back and forth with each completed pump, I saw the soft skin of his firm ass clench with each thrust until I slowly began mimicking his motions in reverse, we were like a finely tuned engine, piston and cylinder.

I felt his warm staff deepening inside me with my soft tissue membranes suctioning around him, I even clenched down on some muscles, seemingly squeezing his shaft harder as he continually told me “man you are so tight”. I was giving this guy pleasure, though he was probably half my age, he said he was Cumming he’d have to pull out, when from out of nowhere, I wanted him more, I grabbed onto his ass cheeks and pulled him in deep and I trusted under him as he came with an exhaustive grown, my dick free handily, just began to spew at the same time. He collapsed onto my stomach without pulling out, we lay there for what seemed an eternity, till he began to roll off that soft, sticky, appendage slide out of my ass, like a lost little worm escaping the flooded earth.

I lay there still hard dick pointed to the ceiling, feet on the floor, he lay there in the same position only soft and flopped over as if it were sleeping. I was overcome with many emotions as we stood and cleaned off and dressed, I put his clothes in the dryer and he helped me finish my plumbing project, when we ordered in dinner take out, and went for round two.

This time, I fucked him, and oh what a delight, he wound up spending the night. The first of what turned out to be many, my college boy first fuck will never be forgotten, I think he grew tired because several months later he found some younger stud, I often visited that hardware store to check him out and reminisce, he always gave me a smile and he always entered my phone number in the register and doubled or tripled my points.