I was shopping for some fruit on a nice summer day. I was 25 and single, 6' tall, 175 lbs, clean-shaven and in good shape. The Saturday was warm and I had no plans. I thought some fresh fruit would be nice. The grocery store wasn't very busy at 9 am on Saturday. I browsed along the fruit and vegetables. I noticed a man just down from me as I was checking out strawberries. He was nice-looking and well-dressed in pressed chinos and golf shirt... maybe close to 40, clean-shaven and handsome. We kind of glanced at each, smiled and nodded. I was just in sloppy gym shorts and an old T-shirt. He looked a lot more mature and successful. I moved down a bit closer to check out the blueberries. He was handling a long, thin cucumber and he turned and smiled at me.
"Nice day for some fresh, cool fruit, eh?" he said.
I smiled back and said, "Yes, it's going to be a hot one."
He laughed and replied, "Yes, it looks like it. Heating up already."
Bigger smile. We both had small hand-held baskets. He already had some bananas, cherries, strawberries and blueberries.. then added the slender cuke. He picked up a larger one and examined it.
"Wow", I said, "You've got quite the selection going."
We both smiled.
"Yeah, I do," he responded with a snicker. "I'm gonna make a fruit salad or smoothie or something."
"Mmm, sounds good," I replied.
He added the larger cucumber to his basket. It was about 10" long and thick... about 2" in diameter. A lot bigger than the first one.
"Do you find the bigger cukes more bitter than the smaller ones?" I asked.
"Yes, a bit," he said, "I like the difference in taste and texture. The bigger ones are
also a bit softer."
"Hhhmm" I said, "I've never really tried them enough to notice that."
"Say," he smiled.... "Would you like to come over and join me for an early lunch?"
"Wow," I replied, "That's a kind offer, I really don't have any pressing plans. Sure, I
guess... sounds nice."
We were standing next to each other at this point.
"Wonderful," he said. "I'm John, by the way. I drove, even though I just live a couple blocks away. Could I give you a ride?"
"Mmmm," "A ride sounds nice too," I giggled. "But I'm on my bike. I live close also.
I could follow you if you drive slow enough. My name is Peter."
"Sounds good," he answered. "I like to drive slow... a nice leisurely ride on a lovely day." He smiled even bigger, looked around, then ran his hand down over my firm butt.
"Oh!". I exclaimed, as I felt the color rise in my cheeks. "Okay then, hhmmm... we have a plan. I'm gonna leave my shopping for later. I'll follow you."
He carried his basket and I followed him down the aisle towards the check-out. He went down an unfamiliar aisle and grabbed a fleet enema off a shelf in the feminine health area and added it to his basket. He smiled at me when I looked surprised and confused.
"It's best to have a clean vessel," John snickered, as he patted my ass.
I blushed again, not really understanding. I'd never been with a man before. Well, not fully. I'd done just a bit of experimental sucking with a friend in high school... never went any further. I guess I was curious to see what might happen. We checked out and the cashier girl gave us both a funny look at the odd items among the fruits and vegetables. We left and I grabbed my bike out of the rack and rolled itnover to his car. He got in a very sweet, black BMW 7 series.
John looked up at me and said, "I'll drive slow... just follow me... two blocks over, on Elm... 3575."
I said, "OK, you lead, I'll follow."
"Excellent plan," He smiled and laughed.
He pulled out slowly and I kept up easily. We got to his house in just two blocks, like he said. He pulled into the drive of a nice clean, brick ranch. He continued Into a double garage as the door raised. He got out and waved me up.
"Put your bike in the garage here... fewer curious eyes."
I wheeled my bike in as he went to a side door into the house. He held the door for me and I stepped in. He closed the garage door behind us and turned the dead-bolt lock. He smiled at me as he sat his groceries on the kitchen counter and took everything out.
"I'll clean the fruit after I get you settled. "Care for a beer?" he asked.
I said, "Yes, please, that'd go down good."
He got out a couple Stellas and opened them.
"Need a glass?" he asked.
"No, thanks," I said, and he handed me mine.
"Come on in and let's get comfortable". he said with a warm smile.
The kitchen was open to the large living room. Very well furnished, clean, cozy, big leather couch, big flat-screen, comfy chairs, plants, nice art.
"Set your bottle down a minute", he suggested.
We sat our bottles on an end table. I turned to him and he embraced me and kissed me with a very wet soft open mouth! I was shocked! His arms held me close and his tongue played, searching in my mouth. Oh my god! I was kissing a man!. I put my arms on his waist, tentatively, as his tongue explored. I moaned softly and slowly gave him my tongue. He sucked it into his mouth passionately and his hands drifted down over my ass and he fondled me. I kept my hands on his waist as he broke the kiss and smiled.
"I hope you're not too shocked," he said. "And that you feel the same attraction that I do."
I replied, soft and breathy. "Ummm yes, I do."
"So why don't we get naked and relax before we eat? I'll clean the fruit".
"mmm, OK," I said, as I blushed a little.
He pushed my loose shorts down over my ass... along with my underwear and let them puddle on the floor... then pulled my T-shirt up and over my head as I raised my arms. Standing naked in front of him, he smiled and pulled his shirt off, revealing a strong, broad chest with just a little hair. I am nearly hairless. Then he opened and unzipped his pants... pulled them down and off. He helped me step out of my shorts and underwear. Straightening up, he smiled as I looked down as his crotch... seeing a big bulge. Oh god, I though. He pulled his briefs down and kicked them aside. He was only semi-hard but looked really big. I softly moaned and he gently took my already-hard cock in one hand and cupped my balls with the other.
"Mmmm," he said, "I see you're excited already and we've just begun. Why don't you relax on the couch while I clean the fruit?"
He picked up a laptop from the coffee table, opened it, hit a couple keys, then handed it to me.
"Here's a story I found on Literotica, it's called 'Taken by Four'. You might find it
interesting reading while you wait".
I sat on the sofa and slouched back, resting the laptop on my lap, covering my cock. I began to read as he walked over to the kitchen area. He had a nice, shapely ass and his cock hung half-way to his knees, swinging back and forth. I began to read the story of a guy taken by four black guys. Oh my god! I divided my time between watching him clean the blueberries, cherries and strawberries. Removing all the stems and rinsing them, he put them in a big bowl. He pealed a banana half-way and put it int he freezer. I thought that was kind of odd. Then he washed the cucumbers and used a potato peeler to remove any bumps. I didn't think cukes sounded too good in a smoothie.
The story kept me mostly hard. I stole glances at his ass and what I could see of his hanging cock as he worked at the sink. He got out some milk and what looked like heavy cream and put some in a blender, added a banana and turned it on, blending it into a thick smoothie. Mmm... it looked good. He put everything on a tray, carried it over to the sofa and set it on the coffee table, pushing the table aside, out of the way. He took the laptop from me and closed it. Smiling broadly as he looked at my hard cock.