I held on long enough, it should have gotten awkward. We were in a game of chicken to see who would let go first. Surprise, Simon. I could do this all day long. How weird would it be if I touched his beard?
Simon glanced down at our hands and then at my face. The corner of his lip turned up in a smirk. Wait. Not only did he call my bluff, but I think he meant to raise the stakes. When his thumb ran along the top of my knuckles, I had enough evidence.
I said nothing as I glanced at the door to my office. 100% innocent. I didn’t have any ulterior— Simon’s head tippedin that direction as well. This is not how I imagined my day going. I wouldn’t say no to the sexiest man to ever walk in my store.
“Amanda!” I shouted. “I’m going to need you to watch the store.”
As soon as I locked the door to my office, Simon eliminated the space between us. I didn’t have time to fantasize about where this would go. His hand held the side of my neck as he swooped in for a kiss. I nearly melted as his lips pressed against mine. He smelled of sandalwood and tasted like dark roast coffee.
With a step closer, his belly pushed me against a stack of boxes. As they tumbled, I broke our kiss, catching them just in time. My office was nothing more than a glorified broom closet filled with comics and collectibles. While I had an exhibitionist streak, the staring eyes of action figures gave me performance anxiety.
I took Simon’s hand and carefully stepped over white boxes, and shuffled through the room to another door. I flicked back the deadbolt and swung the door open. We left the shop and entered the old mill. Large enough to house a football field, it was all but abandoned. Of all the shops on our street, I was the only one with direct access to the mill. We wouldn’t be disturbed or have to worry about being buried under an avalanche of comics.
“Wow.” Simon froze at the enormityof the space. Where the giant equipment had once sat stood empty concrete slabs. Crisscrossing iron beams lent themselves to the industrial aesthetic. The far wall had windows reaching up to the third story, all with a beautiful view of the river.
Simon didn’t speak as he hooked a finger in the loops on my jeans. With a tug, we resumed our kiss. When his hand slid under my shirt, brushing the hair along my belly, I questioned if he’d stop with foreplay. It wasn’t my first time with a heteroflexible man. I’d let him set the pace and follow his lead. If he kept kissing like I was the last lips on Earth, he could ride me however he wanted.
It had been months since I made out with another man, longer since naked, sexy times. Never had one come into my store and hit on me. Options were limited in a small town. Having grown up here, the locals were more like cousins than potential mates.
When Simon’s fingers fumbled with the button on my jeans, I almost cheered. The zipper wasn’t halfway down when he shoved a hand in my underwear. Pinning me against the wall, he kissed my neck while he cupped my package. I’d gladly let this handsome man experiment with his sexuality, especially if it involved my cock.
He stepped back long enough to pull the front of his t-shirt behind his head. The ink-covered forearms hadn’t prepared me. He’d be the belle of the ball at the gay bar’s Bear Night. I ran my fingers down his chest, following a white streak resembling a lightning bolt. When I reached his belly, he let out a chuckle and grabbed my wrists.
“Ticklish,” he whispered.
When I didn’t pose a threat, he let go. His treasure trail was more like a freeway, and I wanted to go on a road trip. I took care as I followed it into the waistband of his jeans. I needed to know if the white streak continued. Simon didn’t wait for me as he unbuttoned his pants. He wasn’t in a rush per se, but he made it clear I had access to his goods.
He ran his hands down my sides until they hooked in the elastic of my underwear. With a slight tug, they and my jeans fell to my ankles. My fingers traced the outline of his cock. As I studied it, I had to steal a peek. Like the rest of the man, impressive would be an understatement.
I reached inside and wrapped my fingers around the shaft. First skin-to-skin contact, and his eyes closed with a quiet moan. I could have stood there and jerked him off until he came. If he was like other straight men, the taboo of the situation would make it a speedy encounter. If he was okay with a handjob, I wonder what else he’d be up for?
I kissed along his neck until I reached his collarbone. I moved to his chest, following the path of the lightning bolt. If I didn’t have to get back to the store, and he wasn’t having a midlife crisis, I’d have kissed every body part north of his ankles.
He rested his hands on my shoulders. I gave him props for not being a pushy top. There was no shoving me to my knees, just a vague suggestion of what he wanted. I dropped into a squat, wanting to face the beast eye-to-eye. Pulling my hand out, I kissed along the bulge in his underwear. His gasps weren’t as quiet now. He didn’t care aboutdrawing it out. He pulled his cock out without getting naked.
“Wow.”
It was thicker than I imagined, and his foreskin hid the head. I pulled it back until I could see the precum beading along the tip. There was no point sitting by and admiring his manhood. I held onto his hips for balance before leaning in and licking. Simon shivered. If this was going to be his only foray into gay sex, I wanted to make my team proud. If he converted, I’d earn that toaster from the gay council.
I swallowed his cock.
Simon moaned, loud enough it echoed throughout the empty mill.
My fingers dug into his hips, pulling him forward. His cock was long enough it hit the bend of my throat. With time, I’d be able to get to the base. Of course, I wouldn’t be a good bottom if I wasn’t already imagining it buried in my ass.
I took my time bobbing up and down. I didn’t want him to come, not yet. Simon’s hand moved to the side of my head, and his hips started with slow thrusts in and out of my mouth. With each stroke, I ran my tongue along the underside of his shaft. Simon wasn’t forceful, but he had taken charge, and that only made him sexier. While he gently used my mouth for his pleasure, I reached down and gave my cock a squeeze.
His pace picked up, and I prepared for the finale. He pulled out, his breath ragged while his cock twitched. I was in shock when he reached down and lifted me upright. Hespun me around, pushing between my shoulder blades until I braced against the wall. What were the chances he’d?—
I moaned as his hands spread my ass and his tongue touched my hole. This wasn’t the usual routine of a straight man. Oral? Yup. Topping? Maybe. Rimming? Never. My confusion didn’t stop me from pushing back, savoring every swipe of his tongue. I would close the store if he wanted to spend the rest of the day doing this.
He reached through my legs, giving my cock a squeeze. Slow strokes. Simon used it like a handle that pulled me against his tongue. He might be straight, but this wasn’t his first rodeo. A man didn’t gain this level of skill from watching porn. I was too busy moaning from his haphazard grip on my cock to ask.
When he stopped, there was a moment of fear. Had he come to his senses? Would he pull up his pants and make some excuse as he bolted for the door? I wouldn’t hold it against him, but I’d be rushing home to play with myself. The thought flew out of my mind as I felt his cock slide along the crack of my ass.
Oh. My. God. I owed the universe a debt that I’d never be able to repay. It had been a tease that a curious daddy bear entered my store. Now? It was like Christmas, my birthday, and the Fourth of July all rolled into one.
I didn’t beg for his cock with words. Leaning down, I presented my ass before pushing back. I grit my teeth, preparing for an unskilled shove until I yelped. With palms planted against the wall, I imagined Simon’s belly restingon my ass while he rutted. When the head slid in, I relaxed, giving myself over to him.
