The week that followed my backyard anal encounter with Gavin went by in a homoerotic sex-fueled blur. My head was crammed full of thoughts of cocks and hard bodies; day dreams of cocks in my mouth, of my cock in other guys' mouths; fantasies of tight round bubble butts bouncing on my dick, of my ass being crammed with dicks.
I went to the gym for a good pump to hopefully clear my mind. Halfway through the most vigorous workout of my life, I ran into Lorenzo. He seemed upset that I hadn't used the number he'd left for me.
How could I explain to him that I had meant to message him, but I had been too busy seducing the jock landscaper, and hooking up with the hot emo cashier at work? I couldn't. So instead, to make it up to him, I took him back to a secluded corner of the men's locker room and gave him an apology blow job.
I would have eagerly slurped the cum from his caramel colored banana curved cock down my throat, but Renzo pulled himself out of my lips just before I sucked him off, and stroked his load off on my face as I knelt there panting.
He left me to slink off to the showers and wash his cum off of my face and out of my hair. I left the gym with a raging hard-on in my shorts, only to find Renzo waiting out there for me.
"I felt guilty leaving you unsatisfied," he admitted.
I led him to my jeep and he climbed into the passenger seat and went right at my crotch, pulling my erection from the fly of my shorts.
"Dude, you're bigger than I remember," he complimented in his deep Latino-accented voice. That morning I had just reached the 7 inch mark on the tape measure, thanks to the Little Red Pills.
He hastily stroked my cock as I squirmed around in the passenger seat. I watched a yoga pants wearing soccer mom walking by in the lot, carrying her mat into the gym and giving us the side eye through the windshield as she passed. She could probably tell what was going on below the dash. I didn't care.
I felt the pleasure rising with my seed and began grinding my hips into my seat and squirming around even more. I attempted to pant out a warning. Renzo picked up the message, leaned forward and swallowed my cock-head between his lips, still stroking my shaft in a frenzy. I blew my load into his mouth and he gulped it down greedily.
Before he left my jeep, he made me swear I would text him soon. I promised that I would, as I stuffed my cock back in my shorts.
At work, it was hard to concentrate on the job any time that Connor was also working. We would meet up for quick sessions, sometimes multiple times during the day, sometimes even while on the clock.
One evening, he found me in the dairy cooler stocking milk through the metal sliding grates that accessed the dairy case from behind. I was the last stock clerk working for the day. He undid my belt and dropped my pants to my ankles. I was hard in moments despite the chill of the cooler on my bare skin. He hungrily swallowed my pole and went to work expertly sucking me. Midway through the blow job, my cock slid out from down his throat and between his lips. He looked up at me smirking.
"I would have thought the cold would cause some shrinkage, but I swear you're even bigger."
I winked down at him and, grabbing a fist full of hair, forced his face back into my crotch to swallow my cock again. Just that morning I had measured myself at 7 and a quarter inches.
Before long I couldn't take his focused mouth work any longer, jammed his face against my pelvis, and pumped my nut down his throat.
The following evening at work, we met up in the employee men's bathroom in the back of the store and crammed ourselves into the stall in the far corner. I dropped my pants and sat on the toilet while Connor pulled down the back of his, lubed his hole up with some of his spit, and then sat down on my shaft, which I had standing at attention.
He tried to keep his panting and moaning low as he dutifully bounced up and down on my cock. At one point, we heard the door to the bathroom squeak open and froze, mid-fuck. Connor had to balance himself with his hands on the walls of the stall and lift his feet up out of view of the gap along the bottom of the partitions.
We stayed like that, Connor in my lap with me buried up his ass, as one of our co-workers took a piss at a urinal, washed his hands, and exited the bathroom.
We gave it a good three count before Connor was back to bouncing and grinding in my lap again, even more focused and frenzied than before the intrusion.
I was caught between wanting to prolong the ecstasy of the fuck, and wanting to wrap it up so we could get back to work without being caught.
Connor seemed oblivious as he panted and sighed under his breath. He had me buried up inside of him and was grinding his hips around in a circle in my lap.
"Uuuhhhn I think I'm gonna cum," he hissed in a whisper. He was repeating the same twist of his hips and slight bounce in my lap over and over, quicker each time.
"uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, shit, fuck I'm cumming-" it came out in a breathless hoarse whisper as he jerked around spastically in my lap.
I instinctively reached around to the front of his body for his crotch. Even in my pleasure I was thinking about trying to prevent a mess that would give away our scandalous activity. What I found with my hand, instead, was Connor's twitching bulge covered by the fabric of his briefs. He only had the back half of his pants and underwear pulled far enough down for my dick to get at his hole. His cock was still trapped in his briefs. So instead, I cupped my hand over the tent in his underwear and felt the fabric grow warm and wet beneath my palm as his cock-head twitched and he came into his undies.
Mesmerized by the thought of my cock up his ass forcing him to cum hands-free, I pushed Connor up off of my lap and stood off the toilet with him. I forced him forward against the wall of the stall where he grabbed on to keep himself standing. I ferociously pumped my hips into his backside, jamming myself up into his guts. A few quick hard thrusts was all it took before I was emptying my balls up inside of him while i stifled grunts.
He stayed behind to sit on the toilet and evacuate my seed from his bowels, before ditching his soiled underwear at the bottom of the trash can and returning to work the rest of his shift free-balling.
Somewhere in the haze of that sex-crazed week I even received a text from Gavin.
It was close to midnight and I had just gotten home from working a shift at the Shure-Save without Connor being there. I was laying in bed, horny as always, and had just used the opportunity of my boner to get the day's measurement, 7 and 3/8 inches, when my phone buzzed. My heart thudded when I saw it was a text from Gavin.
GAVIN:
You awake?
I tried not to answer instantly, but was only able to hold off for probably 40 seconds.
ME:
