It's Just a Blowjob

My name is Jason, I'm forty-two years old and happily married to a wonderful woman. On my way home from work a few days ago, I stopped by the office supplies store I always go to just a few blocks from my house. I picked up a package of printer paper and headed for the cashier.

A young Latino boy greeted me politely and passed my item over the scanner.

"Seven ninety-nine, please," he said.

I offered him a twenty, and as he took it, I noticed his nails for the first time. He had what were obviously professionally done inch-long nails with a lovely blue and white flower pattern.

"I love your nails, they're very beautiful," I had to compliment them.

He gave me a big white grin, and said "thank you." he seemed surprised at my compliment, but pleased.

"How old are you?" I asked.

"Eighteen."

"What's your name?"

"Enrique," he answered, pointing to the name tag on his shirt with his long nail, and laughing.

"Lovely to meet you, Enrique, I'm Jason."

"Nice to meet you too."

"I come here all the time, but I've never seen you here before."

"I just started working this week."

"How do you like it?"

"It's okay, it's just part time, I go to college."

"Nice."

Suddenly, without thinking, I said: "what time do you get off work?"

He hesitated, "Um, I don't know, I have a boyfriend."

That was not a "no." I grew bolder.

"I'm sure he wouldn't mind if I just suck your dick."

He grinned. "You're probably right," his voice trailed off.

"It's not like a real date or anything," I added quickly. "It's just a blowjob."

He gave me my change, his delicate fingers softly brushing against my outstretched palm. He glanced around nervously to make sure nobody was listening. We were alone.

"We close at 8:00. Meet me outside at 8:30," he whispered. "Don't be late."

I smiled and left.

I went home, took a shower, and at 8:20 I drove back and parked in the store's parking lot.

At 8:30 sharp, all the employees began filing out.

Enrique spotted my car on the lot and climbed into the passenger seat.

He leaned over, and we exchanged a quick, wet kiss, tongues dancing with each other. He smelled nice, like talcum powder. His mouth tasted of clean mouth, just like I like it, not minty or anything like that.

"I told my boyfriend we had to work late, so he's picking me up at nine. Come with me, I have a key."

When I got out of the car, he took my hand and led me around to a side entrance that opened to a materials-receiving area.

"The assistant manager lent me the key," he explained, noticing my surprised look.

The area was well lit; apparently, they never bothered turning off the lights inside.

He unbuckled his belt and I got down on my knees before him.

I struggled to pull his skinny jeans down to his knees, they were so tight. His legs and crotch were perfectly smooth; I was happy to see that he took good care of himself. Surprised I was not, however, having already seen his perfectly manicured nails.

I pulled down his thong, and his cock popped out. I was very pleasantly surprised. It was beautiful: circumcised, fairly large, darker in color than the rest of his skin, about six inches would be my guess, and thick, the reddish head well-proportioned to the girth of the shaft. His dark brown ball sack hung low in the warm summer air. His whole package was perfectly smooth, no stubble, not a single stray hair anywhere. Just lovely.

I gave the tip and shaft a few gentle kisses to show him how much I loved his cock. He quickly got hard.

"You have a beautiful cock," I said.

Almost in a whisper: "Thank you." Then he added: "please suck me."

Lovingly, ever so gently, I began licking up and down his shaft and head. I had almost a half hour to make him cum, and I wanted to make good use of all that time.

He moaned softly as I pleasured him.

"Suck my balls," he whispered hoarsely.

I gently sucked his balls, taking one, and then the other, into my mouth. Then I went back to his cock.

"Can I lick your asshole?" I asked.

"Yes, of course," he whispered.

With his skinny jeans now down by his ankles, he could barely turn around, so I circled him to reach his ass. Enrique bent over slightly, and tried to spread his legs, his jeans again limiting what he could do. Placing my hands on his smooth round ass, I spread his cheeks with my thumbs to reveal his tiny, almost black, flower.

I stuck my nose into the crack and breathed deeply the musky aroma of his asshole. I kissed around his puckered love hole, and then began to lap at his anus. I detected the faintest taste of shit, and as his sphincter relaxed, I worked my tongue into his rectum as deep as it would go.

"We only have ten minutes left," Enrique reminded me.

I decided that he should be able to turn around, and firmly holding his hips to help him keep his balance, asked him to do so. For a moment it seemed that he would tip over, but I was able to hold him up. This near mishap made him giggle uncontrollably.

I took Enrique's cock in my mouth again, and gently worked it with my lips and tongue while he held my head with his perfectly manicured hands.

"Can you put a finger in my ass?" he asked.

I dabbed my left index finger with spit, and it slid easily into his rectum.

I continued gently sucking on Enrique's beautiful cock, simultaneously working my finger in and out of his love hole.

"I'm gonna cum," he whispered hoarsely.

"Cum in my mouth, I want to eat your cum."

"Oh yes, please do."

I held the head of Enrique's dick in my mouth, my lips tight around the neck of his glans' corona, and my tongue feverishly massaging his frenulum, while I jacked his shaft with my free hand. With my finger still deep in Enrique's warm and wet rectum, I switched from an in-and-out fucking motion to massaging his prostate, drawing little circles on the rubbery tissue.

"I'm cumming," he groaned, jerking back and forth, his sphincter tightening around my finger.

I wrapped my lips tightly around his shaft so none of his semen would spill out, and he ejaculated, moaning loudly. I felt the jets of his warm boy-milk shooting into my mouth, filling me.

When he was finished, I looked up at him, my mouth wide open to show him his load. Then I swallowed, and, sticking out my tongue, I showed him my mouth again.

"Thank you, honey," I said, "thank you so much!"

Enrique grinned down at me. "You're welcome. I enjoyed it too, thank you!"

I gave his softening cock a few last licks, cleaning off the semen still clinging to it, and a final kiss.

I got up and leaned over to kiss him, letting Enrique taste his own cum.

"Do you like how my cum tastes?" he asked playfully.

"I love it, you taste delicious!"

"I have to run." Enrique suddenly shrieked, almost in a panic. "My boyfriend should be here already!"

Between the two of us we managed to pull up his skinny jeans, and he buckled his belt as he rushed to the door.

Enrique locked the door from the outside and as he was about to run off, I handed him my card and said: "I hope you'll let me suck you again sometime."

"I will," he grinned, and rushed off to the parking lot.

I peeked around the corner of the building, careful to stay in the shadow cast by the parking lot's bright lights, and I saw Enrique get into a white sedan. His boyfriend, I assumed. I waited a couple of minutes before stepping out into the brightly lit lot and walked to my car, the sweet taste of Enrique's semen still in my mouth a happy reminder that I had made the right move when-almost on impulse, I had to admit-I had asked him at what time he got off work.