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John came in to my parents variety store almost every day to buy cigarettes and magazines. My parents had known him since high school. He was about the same age as them, mid 40’s, single guy, a loner. He drove an old Pontiac and worked for the town driving a garbage truck.

I always laughed when my Dad saw him pull in to the parking lot. Dad couldn’t stand him and was always happy to see him go. Stuck behind a store counter you were always a captive audience. He would stay and chat and chat with whoever was behind the counter.

I was 18 at the time, tall and lean and working at keeping in shape. My Dad took a job driving big rig trucks cross country leaving my Mom and I to work in the store. They were long hours but I didn’t mind. I would take over from my Mom after I got home from school. She would give me a break for supper and to do some studying then I would work until closing at 10PM. After I closed up I would go for a run or hit the weights in the basement.

One night a half hour before closing John came in. I realized I hadn’t seen him for a few weeks since my Dad took the other job. He always made me feel awkward, not too tall maybe 5’8″ and had to weigh close to 300 lbs. He was a huge hulking man despite his height, arms like tree trunks, always a three day growth of beard. There was an odor about him, not unpleasant but strange. He always wore a wife beater T shirt and cargo shorts. His black hair, a huge mop on his head and when he wore those T shirts it was obvious his chest and body were covered with thick black hair.

I was serving some other people when he came in, giving me a nod and walking to the magazine stand at the back of the store. He was a big fan of the porn collection we had and with the cigarettes was one of the loyal buyers. My Mom hated having them in the store but my Dad convinced her they were one of the best money makers so they stayed. He came up to the till after the guys left with a few magazines and asked for a pack of cigarettes.

I said, “Hi John…..been awhile. My Mom was thinking of getting rid of the porn magazines. Slow sales when you aren’t around.”

He laughed, “Well maybe I should get a few more. Wouldn’t want my source drying up. How have you been? Is you Dad still driving truck?”

“I am ok. School is a bitch but getting by. He is still driving. Going to be away for a couple of weeks.”

He stopped and looked me over, “Wow I can tell you have been hitting the weights Rob. How big are those biceps?” He leaned over the counter taking my arm and squeezing the muscle. “Mmmm hard as a rock. Your dad told me you got a ball scholarship at State. Congratulations!”

I pulled back a little surprised by his sudden move. God, I am sure I giggled and blushed. “Thanks….I try. Getting ready for ball, trying to put on 10 pounds but it is hard enough keeping at 190.”

John laughed and patted his huge belly. “You need to knock back a dozen Bud’s everyday. That will put istanbul travesti it on.”

“I wish….have to wait a few years for that.”

He said, “Always got lots of cold ones…come by any time. I wont tell your Mom.”

“Thanks…I think. Is this all?” I picked up the magazines off the counter and a quick look saw that he had picked up Hustler, Penthouse and a couple of the Gay magazines that are hidden at the top of the rack by my Mom.

I looked up at him and could still feel my cheeks were rosy red. John smiled at me and said. “Yeah those mags and a pack of smokes.”

He paid for them, picked up the magazines and smokes off the counter and said, “Take it easy Rob. Drop by anytime if you want a beer.”

I watched him leave, puzzled and interested why he bought the gay magazines. I watched him leave, a big gay bear, like in those magazines.

I waited each month for a new batch to come in. I always tried to be the one unpacking them and putting them on the shelves. If my Mom did it she would always send the new ones back with the older ones. I would grab a copy of all the gay ones and hide them in my room. It was easier now to do that since Dad was hardly home. My Mom had found my stash under my mattress and told my Dad. That was probably the worse day in my life. He beat me with my baseball glove. I am sure he was more scared I was a faggot then for reading gay magazines.

I had quite a collection of the ones I liked. I started making a scrapbook of the men who excited me. I realized I was attracted to big bearish men. Maybe that was why I was so intrigued by John.

I closed the store and went upstairs to our family apartment. Mom was in bed and I went and changed into my running clothes, light nylon shorts and a cropped T. I went out the backdoor and around the building through the edge of the parking lot. It was pretty dark, the only light was from a streetlight on the other side of the road. I was surprised to see John’s old Bonneville still parked. I stood there in the shadows watching from not more then 10 feet away. As my eyes adjusted to the dark I could tell he was leafing through one of the magazines and the tell tale sign of his cigarette glowing as he sucked in the smoke.

I could see his shoulders bobbing slightly and thought..fuck he is whacking off. I couldn’t stop watching…this fat old guy whacking off in his car. Suddenly his head tilted back and I heard a faint groan come from his car. I had moved a couple of feet closer, wanting to get a closer look when a car turned the corner, its headlights shining on me as it rounded the corner and drove off. My heart was racing, afraid John had seen me. I didn’t have to wait long.

“Rob. Come out, I saw you.” John said from his car.

I thought fuck. I considered turning and running back into the house. I stood there, frozen. He leaned over and opened the passenger door and he told me to get in. I walked around the car and hesitating istanbul travestileri for just a moment slid into the passenger seat.

John was sitting there his pants down around his shins….one of the magazines opened beside him. I looked straight ahead….I didn’t want to see anymore. The car smelt wet, funky. The floor was littered with old soda cups, takeout food bags, old magazines and an empty whiskey bottle. I kicked them out of the way not wanting to look at him.

“You were watching me. Did it excite you?”

“No. I was shocked you were doing that in your car in our parking lot. Couldn’t you wait until you got home?”

“What if I told you I was thinking of you while i was doing it. Looking at the boys in the magazine.”

I sat there in stunned silence, looking ahead out the window.

“I heard you like to look to. Your Dad told me he caught you with them in your room. He was pissed wasn’t he?” Laughing, “Told me he wouldn’t have said anything if you were looking at chicks.”

“He told you! Fuck…..I was just looking. I’m not gay. He beat me. Did he tell you that?”

“No. I am sorry to hear that.” He reached over and put his hand on my bare leg. I jumped at his touch but didnt move. I felt like crying. I could feel the sobs building in my chest. I looked at John, the tears welling up in my eyes, splashing on to my cheeks. He turned…leaning over taking my one cheek in his huge paw, wiping the tears from my cheek with his thumb. His fingers behind my head, he pulled me towards him and kissed my cheek and then my lips.

I melted…..the tension, the confusion of what I felt, the sexual urges as an 18 year old sexually confused boy all released itself. He held my head and I didn’t resist. He started to push his tongue into my mouth, keeping my lips shut and then opening my mouth to his tongue. My body was melting, just wanting someone to do this. I kissed him back, with some hesitation then passionately. The confusion, the tension of hiding my feelings, the beating by my Dad, the nights of pleasuring myself thinking about sex, cock, bears, pussy released itself in one instant.

His lips and tongue tasted of cigarettes and whiskey. My tongue lashed away at his. He pushed his fat long tongue into my mouth and I sucked on it greedily. The three day growth of his beard rubbing against my chin and cheek feeling oh so fucking sensual. His other hand rubbed my hardening cock through my running shorts. It felt so good….I was afraid I would cum. He pushed me towards the door and grabbed the waistband of my shorts pulling them down. I heard the silky material of my shorts start to rip so I raised my ass off the seat and he pulled them down dropping them to my ankles.

His hand wrapped around my cut cock, already 7″ at 18. Stroking me……i squirmed under his touch. His right hand holding my head, his fingers in my hair massaging the back of my head as his left hand slowly stroked my cock. He travesti istanbul broke our kiss, his hand firmly pulling me down towards his lap. I didn’t resist but did tense up. He was pulling me towards his cock.

His pants and boxers were around his shins. He had pulled his wife beater up around his neck, his big fat man nipples, as big as acorns, jutting out. His cock lay like a fat sausage on his upper thigh. He was semi hard and so thick, as big as any of the guys I had seen in the magazines. A mass of black hair covered his belly and pubes, a large patch of sticky cum was matted in the hair. He took his hand off my cock and grabbed his, stroking it, slapping it against my face. I felt the cum on his cock smear my cheek. He took the tip of his cock and ran it over my lips. I could feel him hardening, fully erect. His huge belly bouncing as he turned leaning against his door pulling me onto his cock. I opened my mouth taking him in my mouth. His cock was smeared with his cum, tasting a bit salty and funky. His groin was musky, earthy, smelling of sweat and not at all fresh.

He was rough…his hands on both sides of my head, pushing me further down on his cock….my nose into the mass of hair and cum. I loved that I was actually sucking a cock, even if it was John’s gross hairy mess. He took complete control….I had no idea if I was doing it right but several minutes later I felt his ass tighten and he started to groan. A hot slimy mess shot into the back of my throat, choking and gagging me. He pulled me further down on his cock, holding me as shot after shot filled my mouth and throat, spilling out and down his cock.

He released my head and I sat up gasping for breath, swallowing his cum, licking my lips. My face and chest were smeared with spit and cum. He shifted his massive body…pushing me back against the door and bent over taking my cock in his mouth, cupping my tight balls and taking my cock deep. I felt his nose against my pubes, his tongue twirling and sucking on my cock. My breath came in short gasps……it was fabulous…..my body was one nerve. I felt one of his fingers touch and enter my ass. My back arched and I came…..spurt after spurt…never having an orgasm like that….I thought it would last forever.

I lay against the door, emotionally and physically exhausted. I watched as John sat up, licking his lips. He looked at me and laughed, “Tastes like cherry to me.”

I felt embarrassed and so brutally naked. All the pretenses of being a jock, a man’s man like my Dad fell away. I wanted to jump out of the car but oh so wanted to stay for more. John squirmed around, pulling up his shorts as I watched.

“Well kid, have to get going. It was fun.” I fumbled around on the floor for my shorts and pulling them on I realized the waist band was torn.

“Yeah ok…god….yeah…”

I opened the door and looked back at him, not really knowing what to say.

John smiled a crooked smile and said, “Remember, drop by anytime for a beer or whatever. You know where I live.”

I stepped out of the car looking at him as he started it up and drove away.

I was shaking…..realizing what happened and not believing it. Thinking about having a beer.

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