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A series of stories based on true events in the life of a retailer.

White Van Man

From the age of 24 I was an area manager for a large UK retailer covering a large part of the South East of England. I was in post for just under ten years and I loved it. I got a new car every eighteen months, earned far too much money and was free to plan my week as I saw fit. My time was my own with no one checking up on me. Remember these were the days when mobile phones were the size of a house brick and you risked getting a hernia from carrying the battery around with you. Over the ten years I found just about every cottage and cruising spot throughout my territory, and at some point every day I could be found either on my knees with a dick in my mouth or leaning against a wall or a tree taking it up the ass. It was before the early days of HIV/AIDS and a young gay man could happily enjoy unprotected sex, and many of us did.

I don’t remember when I first met White Van Man but it was a few years after I’d first started the job and I had reached the stage where I was an expert at spotting guys cruising me for sex. I remember it was a hot and sunny summers day and that I had no air-con in the car so as I was driving round the M25 with all it’s jams and hold-ups I was sweating like a pig. I also needed a piss so as I approached South Mimms services I decided to take a break.

Now I’m not blowing my own trumpet here but when I was in my mid to late twenties I looked fucking gorgeous. For lots of reasons I wont go into here I didn’t know I was, but when I look at old photos of me back then – well I’d have fucked me! I was a fitness bunny. I went to the gym at least twice a week, attended four, yes that’s four, high impact aerobic classes every week and in my spare time swan over one hundred lengths of my local Olympic sized pool at least once a week. Add to that jogging with my closest friend Lisa when she could bully me into it. I ate an incredibly healthy diet, didn’t smoke, drank little and hadn’t discovered recreational drugs yet. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on me.  I stood at five feet ten, had a 42” chest and a 28” waist, blue eyes, tanned skin, full head of blonde hair and a happy, friendly smile that people always responded to. I only ever wore HOM underwear and being the slut that I was always chose suits that had straight cut hipster trousers to show off my very firm bubble butt. I never wanted for sex and would always pull whenever I went to gay bars and clubs. I was versatile when it came to the type of sex I liked, although I must admit if faced with a big, thick cock I was on all fours arse in the air quicker than you could get your jeans off.

So there I was, a very fuckable bit of trade parking the car at the services. I had taken my tie off earlier in the drive and the first four or five buttons of my dress shirt were open – remember, no air-con. I was hot, sweaty and thirsty and if I didn’t get to the loo quickly I was at risk of embarrassing myself.

I noticed him as I walked past him into the gents. He was aged about twenty two or three, over six feet tall and good looking in a boyish way accentuated by the paint splatted baseball cap he wore. He was dressed in jeans and a white t-shirt and had trainers on his feet. Splashes of paint spotted his clothes and he looked as hot and uncomfortable as I was.

I went to the furthest corner of the huge urinal area and rather than just unzip my trousers I actually unfastened them completely, including my belt. I have always found public toilets a turn on, I still do, so my cock always chubs up  a tad when I use one. The HOM underwear I had on didn’t have a slit to allow you to pull your dick out to pee, so I hooked the waistband down and under my balls. My semi erect cock was on full and shameless display. Just as I felt the relief of emptying my bladder flow through me the Painter man I had seen at the entrance stepped up to the urinal next to me, opened his jeans and hauled a veritable snake of a penis out of his pants. It was fucking huge and I’m sure my jaw made a loud thumping noise as it hit the floor in amazement. He made no pretence at all of being there for a piss as he brazenly rolled his foreskin back and forth over the growing helmet. Dragging my eyes from his very impressive tool I looked at his face to find him smiling down at me. He licked his lips, shook his cock, tucked it back inside his pants and as he fastened his jeans leaned in to me and whispered, ‘White Transit. Lorry park. Two minutes.’ By the time I had regained my composure and finished my pee he was no where in sight. I remember very clearly thinking, ‘what the hell,’ as after I exited the gents I walked towards the lorry car park looking for a white Ford Transit.

I saw him standing at the back of his van which was parked at the furthest point of the lorry park in an area surrounded by trees and bushes. The van had been reversed into its space so the rear doors were not visible. As I got closer I saw that one of the rear doors was open. Van Man walked to it and waited for me. ‘In,’ he ordered as I got to him. A quick look in the back of the van showed me a dust sheet and towel spread on the floor. I clambered in and he quickly followed me closing the door behind him. Light entered the cabin from an overhead plastic bubble type window, and whilst it wasn’t exactly bright in there once my eyes had accustomed themselves to it I found I could see perfectly well.

As I turned to face him, Van Man grabbed my arse, pulled me into him and brought his mouth down on mine. He forced his tongue into my mouth and his hand down the back of my trousers and inside my pants. His fingers found my bum crack and as he invaded my mouth with his forceful tongue a finger pushed into my bum hole. I held on to him, squirming as his finger fucked in and out of me.

He withdrew his hand from inside my pants and pushed me a step back.

‘Strip. Quickly.’ The urgency in his voice and the way he was looking at me told me to do as I was instructed. A few minutes later I stood naked in front of him my 7” cock hard and throbbing. I realised I was holding my breath as he removed his clothes. He was one sexy man once naked. His body was slim with firm slight musculature. His appearance belied his strength as he once again pulled me into him and kissed me. Both hands now had unhindered access to my butt and he took full advantage. I felt my round cheeks being squeezed and rubbed. He ran his finger nails across them, digging in enough to be arousing rather than painful. And all the time his tongue fought with mine as I moaned with lust into his mouth and pushed my naked body against his.

‘On your knees. Suck me.’ Who was I to argue. I cane face to face, if that’s the correct phrase, with his large cock. He was bigger than me by at least an inch and the girth was such that at the base of his shaft I couldn’t get my thumb and finger to meet. His foreskin was pulled tightly back over half of his shiny purple bell end. I rolled it all the way back and took him in my mouth. It was a stretch and try as I might I could take little more than half his length. I have always prided myself on my deep throating abilities but the sheer thickness of Van Man’s dick defeated me. I concentrated instead on pleasuring as much of him as I could. I sucked and lightly chewed him as he thrust in and out of my straining mouth. I used one hand to stroke the half of him I couldn’t swallow and the other to play with his big heavy ball sac. ‘Pull ‘em. Pull ‘em hard.’ The harder I pulled his balls downwards and the more pressure I applied as I squeezed them the harder his cock got. Before long I was struggling not to gag as he forced more and more of his fuck club down my throat. Tears ran down my cheeks and my jaw was aching and uncomfortable. But I wasn’t giving in. Despite the discomfort and my inability to breathe I was loving every minute of his macho brutality. Even as he slapped my face and told me I was his bitch I revelled in the role I was being forced to play. I held onto his thighs tightly as he pushed and pushed into my mouth only stopping and withdrawing when he saw I was choking and if I’m honest becoming a little distressed.

‘Turn round and show me your arse.’ I didn’t argue, turning round with my back to him and dropping down onto my elbows. I looked behind me as he knelt between my legs. ‘Wider.’ He pushed my knees further apart forcing my butt higher, opening my crack wider, exposing my boy hole. ‘Nice cunt!’ He ran a finger down the length of my crack and I couldn’t prevent my body shuddering when it rubbed over my puckered ring. I almost screamed with surprise and intense pleasure when he literally attacked the entrance to my love tunnel with his mouth. I felt his teeth bite into my tender crack as he pushed his tongue against the muscles of my sphincter trying to gain access.

For the next ten minutes or so he assaulted the most private and intimate part of me with his mouth as he chewed, licked and sucked. With his chin as he raked me with his stubble and above all with his fingers as he pulled and stretched me in preparation for his monster cock. By the time he was pushing at my tender ring piece with the head of his cum leaking rod I was begging him to fuck me. As soon as I felt the hard club end of his dick pressing against me I arched my back and pushed onto him. A sharp intake of breath followed by a muffled, ‘Fuckkkkkk meeeee,’ accompanied the invasion of my boy cunt by the thickest piece of man meat I had ever taken. In the same way he had attacked my mouth with his cock so he now smashed and pounded at my arse. He held my hips in a vice like grip as he slammed every thick inch into me. Time after time he drove into the depths of my gut. His hard tight balls slapped against mine every time he bottomed out. All I could do was push my fingers into my mouth in an attempt to stop my cries of passion from being heard outside. As he fucked harder and harder I became more and more vocal to the point that he slammed an extra hard thrust into me then stopped as deep as he could be. ‘You’re a noisy bitch aren’t you?’ He reached round in front of me and suddenly a felt cloth being forced into my mouth. It was his underwear and the smell and taste of him filled my head. Now I was suitably silenced he continued his violent abuse of my bruised and battered hole. Like a machine he held me tight and fucked me, slam, slam, slam slowly gathering pace and ferocity as he approached his climax. ‘Take this bitch……’ I swear I felt his cock grow even thicker as with one more powerful thrust he shot his scalding juice deep into me. So much cum was pumped into me that is was forcing its way out and running down my legs even before he had finished.

Feeling his cum blow deep within me was trigger enough for my achingly hard dick to explode unaided and untouched. The towel we were kneeling on was soon covered in man milk and I was glad of the wadding in my mouth as I screamed and had the most intense orgasm I had to that date experienced. Van Man fell onto my back and my legs gave way. I lost track of time as we lay there regaining our strength and energy. Eventually he rolled of me onto his back. He was still hard and I couldn’t resist using my mouth to suck and lick him clean.

He pulled me up for a kiss. ‘Thanks mate that was awesome. I fuckin’ love your arse.’

A few minutes later we were dressed and ready to continue with our respective journeys. Before he opened the door to let me out he stopped and kissed me again, this time with more tenderness than lust. He slipped a business card into my hand. ‘Just in case you wanna do this again sometime.’ He chuckled and continued. ‘Might even fuck you on a bed next time.’ He held his and out, ‘Jamie.’ He introduced himself. I shook it. ‘Phil. And I will phone you. Bank on it.’

And the next day I did and at least once a month after that over the next few years until one day I rang and the electronic operator informed me the number was out of service.