Hardware Store
I think it is time to tell you another adventure. This happened ages ago. I have a close friend that I work with who was in love with my dick. Maybe sometime I will tell you about the first time he literally attacked me. But that is another story, so let's stay with what happened at the hardware store for now.
This happened when I was still married. It was a Saturday The family had all gone somewhere for the day, and my friend John was over at my house. I was putting in a garden and John offered to help. Actually he would offer to help me do anything whenever I even mentioned that I had a project. We had to first turn over all the soil. I was freeballing in these white shorts that were much shorter than we wear them today. Think Richard Simmons in the 80's style shorts. The problem was that every time I lifted up my foot to put it on the shovel, my dick would hang out a bit. I could tell I was driving John nuts. And I have to admit I loved teasing him like that. We got all the soil turned over and then we had to go to the hardware store to get something for the next part of the project. I can't really remember what we needed. I think it was a hoe, but this happened so long ago, I might be wrong. John drove his VW bug and all the way there, he would try and grab my dick just to feel it. Of course I wanted him to, but I was still feeling guilty for wanting to play around with guys.
Well of course by the time I got to the hardware store, my dick was semi hard. When I got out of the car, you could see the end of my dick hanging out the bottom. So I slid the shorts a couple more inches down.
The hardware store was not one of those big chains. Actually I don't even think that Home Depot or Lowes were even in business yet. It was just a small hardware store with one guy at the register. So we are wandering around the back of the store, looking for whatever we were getting and John just continued to tease me about my big dick. I looked around and no one was near us, pulled my shorts down, pulled my semi hard dick out and just started to jerk of right in front of John, right there in the aisle. That was the last thing he expected to happen. And I think that is probably why I impulsively decided to do it. John just stood there with his mouth dropped while my dick got rock hard. He was frozen and didn't move one step. Everything happened pretty quick and it didn't take me very long before I was spewing my load. I remember some of it landed on the socket sets. Funny how you remember little details like that. I have to also confess I didn't clean my cum off of them. Yeah I know I should have. There was just something incredibly erotic to me knowing that my cum would be drying there in such a unexpected place.
I remember approaching the cashier, a little nervous. Did he see what had happened? Were there security camera's? Maybe I should have thought about that before I did such an impulsive thing. But the guy rang us up and never said a word.
As soon as we got in the car, John starts going on about how he couldn't believe I would do such a thing. I told him that he shouldn't have been teasing me all day. John says, "Don't get me wrong. I fuckin loved every minute watching your big dick fire off that load of cum right in the hardware store."
We went back to the house and finished up our project. Got done about the time the sun was fading from the sky. We went upstairs to wash up. I decided to take a quick shower. I think John was still horny. After all, he never shot his load. We were in my bedroom and there was one of those Polaroid cameras on the bed that when you take the photo, it spews out a picture that eventually materializes. John picks it up and starts taking photos of me undressing. First when I was pulling off my t-shirt, and then, of course when I pulled down my shorts. He wanted to keep them, but I said absolutely no. I hid the photos somewhere after he left so no one would find them. But then I decided it just wasn't safe having them. I put them in an old bag, took them outside and buried them in the garbage can. But for some reason, I kept one. I don't know why. Well actually I probably do if I was honest with myself. I wanted a reminder of what happened that day. I ended up taking it to work with me and hiding it in my office. I think it is probably the oldest photo I have of my dick. Yeah I kept it all these years. Wanta see?