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Going around the tight curve, I leaned the heavy Harley just a little more and rolled back on the throttle as I came out of the turn. A minor scraping sound from the crash bar dragging on pavement indicated I should have taken that turn a little slower. A little wind therapy on my off day was just what I needed after what seemed like a longer than normal week at work.
I pulled my bike into the parking lot of the local hardware store. I usually didn't work on my bike myself as I'm not the gearhead type, but some things were just not big enough to take it to the shop. Since I don't usually work on my bike, I usually have to buy tools for the small things I decide to take care of myself.
While walking up and down the aisles looking for what I needed, on a couple of turns I noticed the cashier watching me. Okay, I know bikers have a generally bad rep, but I don't consider myself a biker. I'm a guy who rides a Harley. In black jeans, black shirt, and leather vest other people probably don't know or care about the difference. I regularly get those looks and usually don't care. This guy kept watching and staring. As I passed another aisle, I caught him taking a picture with his cellphone. I guess in case *quot;things went bad*quot; he would have a shot of the *quot;criminal*quot; to give to the cops.
Since I couldn't find what I needed, I went to the cashier to ask. *quot;I'm looking for T handle Torx wrenches.*quot;
The nametag said the guy's name was Robert. He was still eyeing me in a weird way. *quot;Yeah, I have just what you're looking for. Just one second.*quot;
Robert went to the front door and locked it while flipping the sign to CLOSED. *quot;I'm the only one here today, and since you're the only customer, I don't need someone ripping the place off while I help you out.*quot;
I followed Robert through the doors labeled Employees Only. Rows and rows of tools, hardware, and lawn and garden equipment were passed in the warehouse area. We came to another door and went through into the manager's office. Robert walked over and sat on the front of the desk. I'll admit I was a little confused Fikirtepe Escort and looked around to see if there were Torx wrenches anywhere in sight.
*quot;Do you not have any? Would you need to order them or should I go somewhere else?*quot; I asked.
*quot;No, Brad, you don't need to go anywhere. I've got just what you need.*quot; The strange employee rubbed his crotch through his pants as they started to form a tent.
My eyes narrowed as I looked at Robert. *quot;What do you think you're doing, and how exactly do you know my name? I'm pretty sure I don't know you. I'm not on your email list.*quot;
Robert reached behind him on the desk and picked up a remote. The TV mounted on the wall opposite the desk came to life and Robert was scrolling through choices until he found what he was looking for. The video was skipped ahead and when it began playing I could hear the dialogue.
*quot;Come on Brad. You know you want this. You wouldn't be here otherwise. Now open up and let it slip inside.*quot; The video blared on the screen.
I looked at Robert, and he was watching me instead of the TV. I looked back at the TV and saw myself on my knees in front of the guy I had previously met from online. I heard more of the video behind me as I looked back to Robert.
The sound of the TV cut through the silence of the room. *quot;That's it, just like that. Just a little more. Use your tongue. Lick it as my cock goes in. Watch your teeth. Keep going Brad.*quot;
This was definitely not expected. Not only was my previous encounter with Joe apparently recorded for posterity, but it was also shared. What I didn't know was how widespread the sharing was. Did Joe put it on YouPorn, or was this a private collection shared with a select few? It was hopefully only a select few, hopefully only one select person, Robert. I did not like the idea of a sextape out there with my face in it. Especially a sextape I didn't know was in existence and already being seen by others.
My attention turned back to Robert as he unbuckled and then unzipped his pants, pulling out his hardening Fikirtepe Escort Bayan cock in front of me. *quot;I thought I recognized you from the video, so I sent a picture of you to Joe just to make sure. Joe told me it was you, and suggested that I get a blowjob out of you before you go. Joe told me to tell you to get on your knees and do your job Brad, like the obedient little pussy you are.*quot;
I was frozen in place as the video ran behind me and Robert sat on his desk in front of me with his erect member waiting. Since I didn't move, Robert leaned forward and slapped me across the face. It wasn't a hard slap, but my cheek stung, and I was jolted out of my statue-like state.
*quot;Did you suddenly go deaf? Get on your knees and suck my cock. Open your mouth and swallow every inch.*quot;
Robert watched as I moved in front of him and dropped to my knees. My shaking hand reached up and grasped the stranger's tool. As my head crept forward, Robert placed his hand on my head, guiding me where he wanted. My lips parted and Robert's cockhead slipped past, followed by inch after inch of his shaft. I slowly bobbed up and down as Robert moaned encouragement. When my nose was buried in Robert's crotch as far as it would go, Robert held me there for a few seconds before letting me up to breathe. Robert grabbed my head with both hands and started fucking my face harder and faster. I could feel him watching as his cock drilled into my mouth again and again.
Robert let go of my head and leaned back on his desk. I took that as a sign that the work was mine to do and getting Robert off was now my first priority. My one hand gripped the root of Robert's shaft as the other fished out his balls and caressed them, and my head continued to move up and down. I tongued the large mushroom head and licked up one side and down the other. Lifting his balls, my tongue worked its way downward to bathe the full sack. I knew that the end result of my mouth's attention would be Robert's sticky load as the reward. As I held Robert's stiff tool, my own was painfully Escort Fikirtepe restricted in my jeans, begging to be let out to receive some attention as well. My movements were causing my own cock to rub the coarse fabric.
*quot;Joe was not lying,*quot; Robert groaned. *quot;You've got a mouth that doesn't quit.*quot;
Robert pulled his cock from my mouth and slapped it against my face several times before sliding it back in. His breathing was becoming more ragged and I could tell that Robert was getting close to cumming. *quot;Lucky you, you're about to get what you deserve,*quot; he grunted.
My hand cupped Robert's balls as I felt his cock stiffen a little more. I looked up to see Robert staring at me intently. *quot;Here it comes, as promised,*quot; Robert groaned and pulled his cock from my mouth. He stroked his own shaft a couple of times until his cum started shooting. The first couple of shots hit my cheek and chin, dripping down onto my shirt. Robert then shoved his cock back into my mouth, and he held my head in place as his orgasm continued. Several cum filled shots later, Robert was breathing heavily as he tried to recover from his release.
Robert's cock spurting down my throat triggered my own orgasm. Without even touching myself, my cock erupted. I moaned loudly around Robert's throat encased member as my own cum coated the inside of my jeans. I was left shaking from the intensity of it all.
*quot;I'm glad Joe doesn't mind sharing. I really needed that today.*quot;
Robert pushed me off of his dick and wiped his slick cock on my vest. *quot;Your Torx wrenches are down on Aisle 2, halfway down on the left. Flip the sign to OPEN on your way out. Maybe next time I'll get to try out that ass of yours. I heard that you're really tight and beg like a bitch in heat to be fucked, even though you act like you don't want it.*quot;
Robert was stuffing his cock back into his pants when I got up and left the office. I was kind of in shock at what had happened, and was soon back on my bike headed back home. The taste of cock lingered as I pulled into my garage and realized that I had forgotten to pick up my wrenches.
My phone went off from an incoming text message. I looked and saw that Joe had sent it.
*quot;Enjoy yourself? Robert did.*quot; it read. *quot;Your mouth got a workout today, so maybe your ass needs a workout tomorrow. Be here at noon and be ready for some exercise.*quot;