So it’s fucking cold. It’s lock-down in East London, and it’s pretty bleak.
I’m stuck at home with my flat-mate, and we need some provisions, so we head out to the cheap supermarket. It’s a big place, badly maintained, and by the time we get out, at 9 pm, it’s pretty empty.
We grab a trolley and head off down the first aisle. There are a few people there, mainly tired-looking and masked. It’s weird how only seeing the top part of someone’s face makes you fascinated to see more…
In the second aisle, my flat-mate is examining a number of tins of soup, looking up the ingredients as he’s intolerant of some of them.
I notice a guy. Now, remember, it’s been a while since I had horny sex so I’m on the look-out. He’s late twenties, tall, probably of North African descent, black nylon leggings and a grey hoodie, and his face is masked, though his full beard is poking out. He is slowly and rather distractedly browsing the shelves. His ass is gorgeous: he’s slim and narrow hipped, but that ass is a pair of full rounded buns, and perched high. Very sexy.
I watch him for a bit and eventually we make eye contact. With both of us masked this seems intense. I can’t see if he’s smiling or scowling, but his eyes look friendly.
‘This one will do’ my flat-mate has found his soup.
We go on our way, and as we turn into the next aisle I look back at the guy, but he is just looking among the shelves and so I move on.
‘Fuck. I need the list of ingredients for the stew…’ my flat-mate is angry.
‘I’ll wait here and get the stuff I need, you go back and get the list and I’ll find you later’ I reply.
So now I’m alone. I turn round and notice the guy squatting down low to get stuff from a bottom shelf. His leggings are pulled down low around his ass, and are revealing his crack. He seems not to be wearing any underwear, and his hairy crevice looks seriously good. I move closer to get a better look.
‘Wow….’ I say, sort of under my breath.
He looks up and sees that I’m gazing at his ass. He quickly stands up and pulls the leggings back up over his peachy buttocks. He looks at the floor.
‘Sorry…’ he mumbles, for some reason.
‘No worries’ I smile, and my eyes must give that away.
I move on again and round the next corner of the aisles.
When I look back he’s there again. He clocks me. I clock him back. He motions with his head toward the very back of the supermarket. Then he heads off.
My heart races. My flat-mate will not be long, but we are a reasonable distance from the store, and so I have some time... I can’t resist and so I follow the guy…
I come across him in an aisle right at the back of the supermarket where he’s squatting down again, the leggings even further down than before, and more of his ass in view. I think I can see the bottom of his balls.
I go right up to him and squat down next to him.
‘Hey’ he says.
‘You cold down there, mate? I ask him, looking at his beautiful ass.
‘A bit…’ he replies.
I put my hand under his balls and feel them. They are big, and low hanging. The hair around them is dense and curly. I move my hand further forward and cup the head of his dick. It bounces and the tip is sticky. I slowly start to wank him…
‘Touch my ass’ he whispers.
My fingers explore his perineum and then his hole. It is clean but dry.
‘Wait a moment’ I say.
I take the bottle of olive oil from my trolley and open it. A glob of the oil is in my hands, and I move in on the guy.
I ease my oily hand into his crack, and my fingers into his hairy tight rosebud. He moans and pushes back. Now he’s on his knees, his big dick sticking out, fully hard, and by now I have two fingers widening his ass hole.
‘Fuck, man, you’re gonna make me cum, hang on...’ he says.
‘No way, mate. I only got a few minutes’ I whisper in his ear. ‘Let me swallow your load.’
He pushes up off the floor and his dick is in my mouth. As a third finger gains entry to his ass, he starts to shudder and buck. My free hand cups his big balls and as I finger-fuck the lad and massage his testicles, he shoots. And he really shoots!
He pushes his big brown dick deep into my throat as he empties what seems like a bucket-load of cum into me. My own dick, hard in my jeans, is oozing pre-cum, and I want to jerk off.
But I hear a voice some way back in the store, calling my name.
‘Yikes, better be getting going’ I say, hurriedly wiping the excess cum off my lips.
‘Great sucker, you are’ the guy says, quickly pulling up his leggings.
‘Well trained’ I say. He laughs.
‘See ya’ and he’s off up the aisle.
I push my trolley back to the main part of the store, and there’s my flat-mate.
‘Where you been?’ he asks.
‘Oh, just checking out the new stuff…’
I hope he doesn’t notice that the olive oil bottle has its seal broken….
I’m stuck at home with my flat-mate, and we need some provisions, so we head out to the cheap supermarket. It’s a big place, badly maintained, and by the time we get out, at 9 pm, it’s pretty empty.
We grab a trolley and head off down the first aisle. There are a few people there, mainly tired-looking and masked. It’s weird how only seeing the top part of someone’s face makes you fascinated to see more…
In the second aisle, my flat-mate is examining a number of tins of soup, looking up the ingredients as he’s intolerant of some of them.
I notice a guy. Now, remember, it’s been a while since I had horny sex so I’m on the look-out. He’s late twenties, tall, probably of North African descent, black nylon leggings and a grey hoodie, and his face is masked, though his full beard is poking out. He is slowly and rather distractedly browsing the shelves. His ass is gorgeous: he’s slim and narrow hipped, but that ass is a pair of full rounded buns, and perched high. Very sexy.
I watch him for a bit and eventually we make eye contact. With both of us masked this seems intense. I can’t see if he’s smiling or scowling, but his eyes look friendly.
‘This one will do’ my flat-mate has found his soup.
We go on our way, and as we turn into the next aisle I look back at the guy, but he is just looking among the shelves and so I move on.
‘Fuck. I need the list of ingredients for the stew…’ my flat-mate is angry.
‘I’ll wait here and get the stuff I need, you go back and get the list and I’ll find you later’ I reply.
So now I’m alone. I turn round and notice the guy squatting down low to get stuff from a bottom shelf. His leggings are pulled down low around his ass, and are revealing his crack. He seems not to be wearing any underwear, and his hairy crevice looks seriously good. I move closer to get a better look.
‘Wow….’ I say, sort of under my breath.
He looks up and sees that I’m gazing at his ass. He quickly stands up and pulls the leggings back up over his peachy buttocks. He looks at the floor.
‘Sorry…’ he mumbles, for some reason.
‘No worries’ I smile, and my eyes must give that away.
I move on again and round the next corner of the aisles.
When I look back he’s there again. He clocks me. I clock him back. He motions with his head toward the very back of the supermarket. Then he heads off.
My heart races. My flat-mate will not be long, but we are a reasonable distance from the store, and so I have some time... I can’t resist and so I follow the guy…
I come across him in an aisle right at the back of the supermarket where he’s squatting down again, the leggings even further down than before, and more of his ass in view. I think I can see the bottom of his balls.
I go right up to him and squat down next to him.
‘Hey’ he says.
‘You cold down there, mate? I ask him, looking at his beautiful ass.
‘A bit…’ he replies.
I put my hand under his balls and feel them. They are big, and low hanging. The hair around them is dense and curly. I move my hand further forward and cup the head of his dick. It bounces and the tip is sticky. I slowly start to wank him…
‘Touch my ass’ he whispers.
My fingers explore his perineum and then his hole. It is clean but dry.
‘Wait a moment’ I say.
I take the bottle of olive oil from my trolley and open it. A glob of the oil is in my hands, and I move in on the guy.
I ease my oily hand into his crack, and my fingers into his hairy tight rosebud. He moans and pushes back. Now he’s on his knees, his big dick sticking out, fully hard, and by now I have two fingers widening his ass hole.
‘Fuck, man, you’re gonna make me cum, hang on...’ he says.
‘No way, mate. I only got a few minutes’ I whisper in his ear. ‘Let me swallow your load.’
He pushes up off the floor and his dick is in my mouth. As a third finger gains entry to his ass, he starts to shudder and buck. My free hand cups his big balls and as I finger-fuck the lad and massage his testicles, he shoots. And he really shoots!
He pushes his big brown dick deep into my throat as he empties what seems like a bucket-load of cum into me. My own dick, hard in my jeans, is oozing pre-cum, and I want to jerk off.
But I hear a voice some way back in the store, calling my name.
‘Yikes, better be getting going’ I say, hurriedly wiping the excess cum off my lips.
‘Great sucker, you are’ the guy says, quickly pulling up his leggings.
‘Well trained’ I say. He laughs.
‘See ya’ and he’s off up the aisle.
I push my trolley back to the main part of the store, and there’s my flat-mate.
‘Where you been?’ he asks.
‘Oh, just checking out the new stuff…’
I hope he doesn’t notice that the olive oil bottle has its seal broken….