It’s getting late as I make my way towards the station after delivering a van. I’m getting hungry and I have no idea if there will be anything available at the station. I noticed a small convenience shop and went in to see if I could find anything to eat. A man behind the counter looks up, he’s in his late 60s slightly overweight, a little scruffy and balding.

I cast my eye around the shop and couldn’t help but notice a lor of adult magazines on the top shelf. Many were of the usual type, others were of teens and some gay ones too. My cock stirred as I walked towards the shelving and looked up. My heart raced as I wanted to look through them, but I could see that the man was watching me.

After a few seconds I plucked up the courage and picked out a gay magazine. I flicked through the pages looking at naked men of all ages, kissing and fondling each other, their cocks erect. I decided to buy it, for the thrill, I grabbed some chocolate and crisps, walked to the counter and mumbled these please. The man took the magazine scanned it along with the sweets. Having paid he said “I’ve got some more magazines out of the back if you’re interested” “Oh really I stammered, yes I am” I found myself saying.

They are out the back, go on through he said, walking past me he locked the shop door. I went out the back and found a table with around a dozen hard core magazines, some were of young teens whilst others were of gay men. I flicked through, looking at the hard cocks, then I became aware that the man was behind me. “See anything you like?” he said. Yes I stammered, plenty. Then I heard the sound of a zip and trousers falling to the floor.

Without any warning he grabbed my shoulders, turned me round and in one swift movement he forced me down to the floor. His cock was right in front of me semi hard and hanging, it smelled like he hadn’t washed it in days but I didn’t care. I wanted it in my mouth and my abuser was only too happy to oblige. With one hand on his cock and the other on the back of my head, he forced me towards it. I opened my mouth and he pushed it in initially making me gag but soon I accepted it and began to suck him. He relaxed his grip a little allowing me to suck the head, getting it wet with my saliva, then running my tongue up and down before taking it back in. I worked to clean him, as well as bringing him off.

After a few minutes he began to thrust into my mouth and taking my head in his hands he began to fuck my mouth, harder and faster, until with a low grunt he came, pumping his warm cum into my mouth and down my throat. I managed to hold some in my mouth and savoured it before swallowing it. Then I sucked him for a few seconds more, until he was cleaner than when he first pushed himself into my mouth.

He moved away, pulling up his trousers and I stood up, feeling used and abused but equally horny! I went back out to the front grabbing my items on the way and unlocking the door, made my way out onto the street, not believing what I had just done. I walked to the station with a taste of his cum still in my mouth and my heart still pumping outside my chest.

I walked at the station, got my ticket and waited for the train, not wanting to eat anything as it would mask the taste of his cum. On the train I realised that with both gay and female teen magazines on the shelf and table, he was catering for all types and was out for whatever he could get. I wondered who else he had used, who else had sucked his cock, I doubted that I was his first.

When I got home I went to bed stripping off. I wanked my cock as I relived the moment and how I had been used.

I loved the taste of his unwashed cock and how he had forced me to suck him until he emptied his balls into my mouth.

As I wanked, using my toys, I knew that was not going to be my only visit.

To be continued……