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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 about drawing 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. He spun 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 resting on my ass while he rutted.

When the head slid in, I relaxed, giving myself over to him.

As he worked another inch inside, his hands wrapped around my hips.

Short, slow jabs, pulling out until I pushed back.

Simon gave away his experience as he opened me up little by little.

This wasn’t his first time using a man’s ass.

As the thickest part of his cock slid in, I didn’t care.

Whatever his past, I only cared about the here and now.

When his pelvis pushed against my ass, I let out a growl.

Today’s to-do list didn’t include taking cock, and yet here we were.

When his hand drifted up my back, gripping my shoulder, I readied myself for a pounding.

He pulled me back, hard. I reached down, stroking my cock while he throbbed inside me.

I wiggled my ass, encouraging him to plow away. Simon grunted. Then he roared. His cock twitched, and I recognized the signs of a man in the throes of an orgasm. The thought of his head thrown back, filling my ass, was all I needed. With a couple of strokes, I joined Simon.

The electricity started in my ass and shot through my body.

Muscles tightened, and Simon moaned loud enough anybody in the mill would hear.

He didn’t relent his grip, coming in my ass as I shot across the floor.

It might be premature, but it didn’t make it any less hot.

My hand returned to the wall to keep myself upright.

The last few ropes shot from my cock as the orgasm subsided.

Simon huffed and puffed.

When he pulled out, we’d begin the awkward dance. He’d comment that he’s never done that before. I’d try to keep a straight face. We’d go back into the shop and act like it never happened. I knew the routine. It was fun while it lasted, but when the orgasm subsided, we’d revert to being strangers.

The post-orgasm ache set in. Bones groaned and my legs didn’t want to cooperate.

I’m pretty sure my walk would be a wobble for the rest of the day.

When I turned around, Simon had already tucked his cock away and pulled his shirt back down.

When he didn’t avoid eye contact, I thought there might be a repeat performance.

Simon shuffled forward with his jeans halfway around his thighs. He pinned me against the wall with his body. Oh, no. Had I misread the situation? I prepared for my heteroflexible hookup to spew a threat about?—

Sandalwood and coffee. The kiss was as passionate as the first. It hadn’t lost its eagerness. I returned the kiss until he pulled away, biting my lower lip. The fucking had been fun, but the way this man kissed, I’d gladly have thrown myself at him.

“That was fun,” I muttered.

Simon’s cheeks turned red. His modesty made him even cuter. He might be bashful, but he hadn’t hesitated to take what he wanted. It was hot, but it was the after-sex kiss that sealed the deal. Maybe my new friend wasn’t as straight as I originally thought?

“Thanks,” he said. “I don’t know what came over me.”

Me. I’m what came over him.

He finished getting dressed as I pulled up my pants. I couldn’t help but steal glances. Every time he caught me, he looked away, his face turning red.

When we were presentable, I cut through the awkwardness with an outstretched hand. We returned to where it started, a handshake.

“Pleasure to meet you.” When he smiled, I did the same. Without knowing it, he had made my day… my week. “Welcome to Firefly Valley.”