Keep The Change

"Thanks! Keep the change!" I said to the delivery driver and she walked out the door.

My pizza had finally arrived... my standard shift had been increased by what seemed like a week since I had overslept and missed breakfast that morning. I had devoured the first piece when this gentleman walked in. A little older, appeared to be in his forties. Sharp blue dress pants and his white button down work shirt. A thin tan jacket thrown over. He walked in and after the initial greeting, he went and looked around. He ventured to the back area and checked out a movie or two that we have for rent. Then came back up and asked if we had any private viewing areas.

This is a standard question I hear about once every week or so. I look over at him and explain the situation and notice a bulge in his pants that I wasn’t sure was there before. I put down my second slice, and apologize, as if it was my idea to remove the booths right before he came in the door.

"Damn, I was hoping to watch a movie," he says. "I'm just leaving town been here in my hotel down the street and headed back home tonight." I mention some of our cheaper movies that are sold primarily to men who want to get some 'private time' when they are in their hotel room and can easily throw away when they are done so that their wives never find out. It's a standard practice.

He stood on his spot with his bulge increasing ever so slightly as he spoke.

"Well, I was hoping to take advantage of the back rooms..." His voice dropping so that no one else could hear him. Even though we were alone in the store. "Ever heard of anything like that in the back rooms?"

"Oh yea, of course," I said to him, thinking of some of my own experiences in the back rooms. "A lot of crazy fun shit goes on in those back rooms."

"Oh yea?" He was intrigued. "Like what?"

"Well... technically, we don’t know anything that goes on but you pay to rent a movie and you go watch it alone in your room. But what actually happens is that guys with go into the rooms together and do anything they want. Sucking dick and fucking ass mostly, even in the glory holes."

He looked at me with all the intrigue and delight of a kid in a candy store. "Well, I don’t think I wanna do all of that. Just maybe like give a hand job or something. Ya know?"

"Well, you can give me one if you want." I said as I took another bite of my pepperoni pizza. Didn’t want him to really over think this. I wanted to be as nonchalant as possible. Like this was a common occurrence and I wasn’t some porn shop pervert. *eg hehehe*

"I guess that would be ok," he was nervous. That was hot. This was when I noticed his wedding ring... I was gonna be the first cock he ever touched. I had the strongest feeling about this. I was gonna go for it. "What time you off?"

"I'm off at 5. Will you still be in town?"

"No I have to be back home by 4. Any ideas?" He was really wanting to do this, and the tiny wet spot on his crotch was growing larger by the second.

"Come with me." I said and lead him over to a corner that was askewed from the security camera. I unzipped and pulled out my 7 inches. His jaw dropped.

"Wow, its so big."

I'm not that big, but when you have only ever seen your own, or played with your own, then you really don’t have that much of a point for a real life reference. I thank him as I slowly masturbate myself. Keeping and eye an ear out for the door, which is in plain site. This was really getting hot. I was very hard. He still had not touched me. But now it was time for the boldness to kick in.

"Why don’t you give it a feel?" He looked me in the eye, as if asking me if it was ok to touch me in my most intimate of areas. I simply nodded to answer his unasked question. Slowly his hand reach out. He ran his fingers down the length of my shaft as I held perfectly still. Allowing him to explore all 7 if my throbbing inches. When he got to the head a tiny drop of crystal clear liquid latched onto his fingers. "Ever tasted it?"

"Not even my own."

"Give it a try." His heart was beating so hard I could see his shirt moving. Switching hands to keep one on my pulsating cock, he tentatively lifted his right hand to his mouth and stuck his tongue out. I was reminded of kids touching their tongue to a 9-volt battery. The mixture of desire and fear. But as soon as it touched his tongue a smile spread across his face.

"I like it." He simply stated. I wiped off some more from my cock and brought my hand to his mouth. The tongue darted out to get very bit. I pulsed even more out. I was close to cumming. This was so freaking hot.

"Ya know," I ventured. "There is another way to get it." He looked at me with a mixture of lust and disgust. As though the recommendation of his placing my cock in his mouth was vile and that Jesus would not approve.

"I can't do that. I've never..." He trailed off. All this man needed was a little nudge. I placed my hand on his shoulder and began to push down. He refused to move. Another bit formed at the head of my cock and he saw it. I pushed again and he started to go down.

Once he finally got down to his knees, he stared directly into my one eyed monster and couldn’t move. I cupped his jaw in my hands and opened his mouth ever so slightly. I moved it closer and closer. He opened more voluntarily until I was right in front of him. His tongue darted out and caught my precum before it could drip away. And I knew a true cock sucker was about to be born. A second passed with my flavor in his mouth and he put my cock head in his mouth and started sucking like a straw. This was indeed his first time.

His teeth scraped. His suction was too much. And he didn’t take more than the head in. But with a little coaching he was doing good. And I could feel it boiling up form my balls in no time.

"I'm gonna cum. You want it?"

His moan was pure desire as from out of no where he deep throated all 7 inches down to the base. I started to shoot. I called out, and he pulled back and got the first blast on his tongue. He went wild and started pushing his tongue all around. I was in heaven. Blast after blast coated the insides of his mouth and he was sucking it down like a true cock pig. I was proud of this married man.

Once I became too sensitive I had to pull him off of me and he was trying his best to get more. But I was empty. At least for the time being. I am 22 after all.

He stood up, and the realization of what just happened washed over him. He had finally done it. And I am assuming he enjoyed it by the huge stain on the front of his pants. I reached down and swiped it up and took a lick. Yep, he had cum in his pants. Kind of bitter, but I still would have gladly swallowed the straight boy cum.

He licked his lips clean when I told him there was a little on his chin. He became fully aware of the stain and snapped back into reality. He untucked his shirt and headed for the door. he was out by the time I could get my cock in my pants. I went, sat down. Took a swig of my Pepsi and another bite of my pizza.

Ahh... good. Still warm.