**WARNING** - Read the tags before reading! You won't find anything wholesome here. ;)
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Jackson was working one of the mall kiosks on a slow Tuesday evening. The sleepy mall was normally busy on the weekends, but today was an extraordinarily slow day. Jackson had graduated high school, but had never really figured out what to do with his life beyond that. Now 25, he was working at the mall just trying to make a quick buck as a sales person. Jackson was actually pretty good at it; he was charming, athletic, handsome, and as smooth as they come. Standing at 6'1", he had been captain of his wrestling team at school and maintained that physique. A flex of his dark Arabic muscles was usually enough to get some old lady to buy whatever he was selling.
On a day like today, Jackson liked to people watch, as there wasn't much else to do. Some people caught his eye, other's didn't. He usually had to stop himself from staring too long at the pretty twinks that sometimes came by. White ones, black ones, latin ones, Asian ones, didn't matter; he couldn't afford to get hard during a sale. Today Jackson couldn't help but notice a lovely brown-haired boy that kept passing his kiosk. He must have passed by at least half a dozen times looking for something. Jackson got a better look at the boy with each pass. He was fair but with dark features and eyes, probably around 20, 5'7", somewhat athletic, and a perfect round ass that his shorts could barely contain.
On the seventh pass-by the boy finally got frustrated and sat down on a nearby bench. Jackson walked up to the seated boy until he was but two feet in front of him. Jackson cleared his throat.
"Hey, you look like you're looking for something?"
"Oh," the boy said startled. "Yeah... my boyfriend is supposed to meet me here, but I can't seem to find him and my phone is dead." He looked up at Jackson towering over him. The boy had amazing emerald eyes and even cuter features up close. He looked like he was about to cry. Jackson's pants started to strain as he looked down.
"That's no good." Jackson said calmly. "What kind of phone do you have?"
"It's an iPhone."
"You're in luck! I have a charger in my car and I'm basically done for the day. You can charge it there."
"Wait. Really?" The boy's face glowed as he jumped up. "My name is Brad. Can we go now?"
"Sure Brad, I'm Jackson. Just let me close up shop."
Jackson closed the register and lead Brad towards the parking lots.
"So how did you and your boyfriend meet?" Jackson inquired as they walked.
"Grindr, actually." Brad said blushing a bit.
"Really? Don't people mostly use that for hooking up?"
"I mean, yeah. But Dan and I actually connected. We've been dating for almost a year."
"That's good! I feel like most people lie on there, so it's just better to see everything in person. I mean, was Dan one of those guys claiming to have a 9 inch penis?"
"Haha, yeah. But then, doesn't every top lie about that?"
"Not every top." Jackson said with a wink. Jackson thought he saw Brad blush in the streetlight.
The car was one of the last cars towards the end of the lot. The mall had been mostly cleared out since it was about to close. Jackson unlocked his SUV and both boys hopped in.
"Tinted windows." Brad said as he plugged in his phone. "Very nice."
"If you want to get real comfortable, the backseat is the way to go." Jackson said with a grin. Brad thought about it for a second before clambering into the back. Jackson "bumped" against his ass to get a feel. The boy's butt was firm and built for a pounding. Jackson hopped in after him.
"You weren't lying, this is more comfortable."
"See, some of us don't have to lie."
"Really?" Brad said with a smirk. "You don't lie? Not even on Grindr?"
"No way. You can see my profile for yourself, I match every detail." Jackson opened up his phone and handed it to Brad. Brad scrolled through for a bit, double checking it against what he saw in front of him.
"No way!" Brad shouted in disbelief. "You do not have a 9.5" cock." Jackson smiled from ear to ear. He unzipped his pants and scooted right next to Brad in the backseat.
"If I'm lying it will be really easy to tell."
Brad hesitated for a moment, then slipped his hand into Jackson's trousers. Jackson felt Brad's soft hand stroking his cock, working it until he was at full mast. Brad moaned softly as he felt Jackson's cock swell in his hand. Brad slid Jackson's underwear off of his meaty rod, exposing all 10 solid inches. Brad gasped in surprise at the massive tower in front of him, but couldn't tear his hand away. With all his concentration Brad quietly stroked Jackson's fat rod, his mouth open and wet. Jackson placed his hands on the back of Brad's head and played with his hair gently.
"Sooo, was I lying?"
"No way." Brad said in awe. "This is the biggest cock I've ever seen."
"I can tell by the way your mouth is watering. Have you ever thought about tasting Arab cock before?"
"Not before seeing this dick."
"You wanna give it a taste?"
Brad simply shrugged his shoulders and dove between Jackson's legs, quickly taking half of it into his mouth. Jackson started to moan as the pretty twink played with his balls and worked his shaft.
"Damn Brad, how many cocks have you sucked? You're amazing."
