Dr. Ferguson's Home Depot Adventure

This is a true story. Names have been changed.

The experience with Magnus and Ian left me in a daze. I was a little in shock after the afternoon and evening of a great meal laid out on Ian's body and great sex. I met up with Magnus and Ian one more time before my Scotland trip ended. From Scotland I headed to Norway. I'll write about that in a later tale.

The Scotland experience, totally unexpected, reminds me of another experience which was totally unexpected but ended well, if you know what I mean.

I had been in my new apartment only a few months. It was newly-constructed, I was the first occupant. This meant that there were small things that needed to be finished. I knew the apartment management would take ages to respond to any requests I made, so I decided to take matters into my own hands. In my shower stall, there were a few places where grout was missing between the tiles and needed to be filled. I thought this was a job that was simple enough that I could do it myself, a DIY job. I also thought I would seal the grout to finish the job completely.

One Saturday morning I headed out to the local Home Depot store, a large DIY chain in the States. I found the grout, put it in my cart, then went to search for sealer. I stood in front of the sealers for ages, examining the labels of the five or six brands.

Then Enrique, one of the floor clerks, approached and asked if I needed any help. Enrique was maybe 26 yo, a few inches shorter than me with a solid muscular build. I answered, yes, I was trying to decide which was the best grout sealer. Enrique stood beside me and began describing the various brands. As he was talking, and I asked questions, I noticed that Enrique was standing really close to me. As he reached up to the shelf to point out one brand of sealer with his left hand, his right hand, at his side, was touching my crotch. At first I thought it was an accident and stepped back an inch or two. Then, there it was again. I thought, "wow, this guy is coming on to me."

I continued to ask questions about the sealers. Then I stepped in, closer to Enrique. As he continued to talk, he pressed the back of his right hand harder into my crotch. My dick hardened under his touch. I checked up and down the aisle, watching for other customers.

"Are there cameras here"? I asked.

"There are, but none in this area," answered Enrique. "Let me suck you," Enrique pled.

"Where"? I asked.

"We can go into one of the aisles toward the back of the store," Enrique offered.

"Too risky," I answered.

We stood there in front of the sealers, Enrique pressing his hand against my crotch. My cock responded, getting harder, thicker, and longer. I looked at Enrique closely. He was Hispanic with beautiful clear skin, closely cropped dark hair, bright eyes with long lashes, and gorgeous deep red lips. I was horny and hot, yet still taken aback by Enrique's boldness. I had not expected this when I decided to shop for grout.

"You're really handsome," Enrique flattered.

We had to step apart suddenly and fake a conversation about sealers, as a middle-aged couple entered the aisle and strolled past us.

"Thanks, you're hot too," I replied. "You like my cock?" I asked.

"Hell yeah," Enrique replied. "I know," Enrique said, "follow me."

Enrique led me through the store and into the garden area outside. Enrique told the cashier I would leave my cart there for a few minutes. We proceeded into the parking lot, where several models of sheds of different sizes stood on display. Enrique stopped in front of one of the sheds, a large, two-story one. He began pointing to the small sales poster stapled on the door of the shed, then talked to me, pretending to "sell it" to me.

Instead of describing the shed's features, what he actually said was, "We can go in here. No one will care. They will think I'm showing you the shed," Enrique offered.

"Are you sure"? I asked.

"Yeah, it'll be fine. Don't worry," Enrique answered, "no one ever comes in here."

I was nervous as hell, but I agreed. This kind of thing just didn't happen to me, so I wanted to see how it would play out. Enrique opened the door and entered the shed. I entered after him. Enrique took the stairs at the back of the room up to the second floor, and I followed. There was a window in the wall facing the parking lot that let in just enough light for us to see. Enrique positioned me so that I could view the parking lot without being seen, but I could see if anyone approached the shed.

Enrique quickly dropped to his knees and began unbuckling my belt. He slid my zipper down and slid my pants down to just above my knees. I wasn't wearing underwear, and since I was already pretty hard, when he pulled my pants down, my dick popped up and slapped my stomach with a thud. I was already leaking pre-cum and threads of the juice were stringing down to the floor.

We were both a bit nervous, so he quickly set to work. Enrique grasped my nuts with one hand then began sliding his tongue up and down the length of my shaft. As he reached the tip of my dick, I could feel his tongue probing my piss slit. I moaned in ecstasy.

"That's it, boy, take my cock," I whispered.

Enrique avidly sucked my cock, taking my length deep into his throat. When he went down, I ran my fingers through his hair, and held his mouth down on my cock until he sputtered. I released him, then repeated the process. Enrique was an expert cocksucker, so I came close to the point of no return pretty quickly. Which in this case was a good thing. I didn't want to tarry too long in the shed, so as not to raise suspicions.

I pulled Enrique off my cock. "I'm getting close. Where do you want me to shoot"? I asked.

"In my mouth," Enrique stammered.

I leaned down and kissed him, sliding my tongue into his mouth. He sucked on my tongue for a second, then we parted. I pulled Enrique back onto my cock. Enrique sucked me vigorously, sliding and twisting his hand up and down my shaft as he sucked.

"I'm cumming," I groaned.

I shot two, three bursts of cum into Enrique's mouth. He swallowed, looking up at me with his dark eyes. I pulled out and shot spurt four and five of my thick sperm onto his face. One shot landed in his left eye. After I finished, with my index finger I wiped my spunk from Enrique's face, pushing it into his mouth. Enrique sucked on my finger as I massaged his lips with my thumb. Enrique stood up. As I pulled up my pants, zipped, and buckled my belt, we kissed again. I could taste the remnants of my salty cum on his lips.

"Fuck me," Enrique whispered.

"I'd love to," I answered, "but not here, too risky. Another time. Besides, I want to take my time with you."

"Your cock is awesome," Enrique replied.

"And you're a handsome little devil," I answered.

I reached down and felt Enrique's chub through his jeans, gave it a good squeeze. He yelped. We kissed again as I continued to rub and squeeze his cock. He quickly opened his pants. I shoved his underwear down and grabbed his thick uncut dick. As we kissed, I stroked his cock. I soon had Enrique panting and moaning. He shot a thick load onto the floor of the shed as I massaged his heavy nuts. Enrique shuddered as he finished. I caught the last couple of spurts of his cum, then lifted it to his mouth. He licked his own cum from my hand and swallowed. I kissed him again, probing his mouth with my tongue, savoring the saltiness of his cum.

We went back downstairs and stepped outside. Standing in front of the shed, with other customers and sales people milling about, Enrique handed me a business card.

"If you decide on anything, give me a call," Enrique announced.

I took the card, we shook hands, and parted. I went back into the garden center and completed my purchase. The entire episode in the shed lasted probably less than 10 minutes. Now every time I drive past the Home Depot, I remember Enrique. I still have his card. Maybe it's time to call Enrique and give him the fucking he asked for. You just never know what you'll find at Home Depot.