I had ordered seven belts for my old 510 round baler at the local John Deere Dealership and had been guaranteed that the belts would be in by Saturday morning. When I stopped to pick them up there were only five belts. Turned out the parts girl that had taken my order had double checked her computer screen and saw that there were only five belts listed but forgot to note that those five belts were for a 410 not the seven needed for 510.
I was not impressed; especially after having double-checked my own baler before specifically telling her that I needed seven.
Her boss started searching on the Internet to find the two extra belts that I had requested.
A drive of two hours was needed to pick them up. So I headed directly north from my hometown.
By the time I got to the dealership I was in a worse humour.
In front of the dealership there was another farm truck there with a tired looking wife of about 35 and two kids in it when I pulled in. I walked into the dealership noting the two belts waiting for me on the counter. I waited and watched as the other farmer got his parts and paid.
I walked up to the counter and the tall parts man had more cologne on than was necessary and I would have instantly thought he was gay if it wasn't for his wedding ring. But then these days, is anyone honest? I stated that I was there for the belts. He smiled and made a weak joke. Something about the trouble with having a woman do a man's job, is they never get it right.
I laughed more out of relief to get the fucking belts. He then started to work the conversation as I pulled out my Visa to pay for the parts.
"Why didn't you have your wife come and pick them up for you?" He asked
"Don't have one." I responded
He smiled, knowingly, "Must get lonely?"
"Not to bad. I keep busy and have lots of friends to keep me in or out of trouble."
"What do you do for trouble?"
"Oh go to rodeo's and travel on the down time"
"Did you go to the rodeo in Calgary earlier this month?" He asked.
I figured he was alluding to the gay rodeo held the long weekend at the end of June / first of July, because the Calgary Stampede was still on. I thought what the hell, if he wants to play I could take out some frustration on this closet queen.
"Yeah I was there."
"The one at Symon's Valley?" He openly asked.
"Yeah that one."
"I've never been" as his hand slid across the counter to mine that had been resting there.
"Too bad its lots of fun"
"I am married with two kids." He offered. "I don't get to get out that much. Occasionally I get to Edmonton to the tubs or the peeps and of course the Internet."
"Must be hard to find what you want, when you want it." His soft hand and the mixture of his sweet smelling cologne and the stench of the stale cigarette smell repulsed part of me. The horny nasty part of me wanted to fuck someone hard and get rid of the anger in me.
"I survive. ... Could help you out if you want?" He continued to offer.
"Sure, why not"
"Come around the counter to my office."
I followed, but not as a lamb to slaughter. More like a coyote moving in on someone's over fed back yard cat.
"No more customers or mechanics to worry about?" I asked.
"No I am the only one in today. I have the camera monitor's in the office so if someone comes in I can go out and take care of them."
He dimmed the light in his office, turned and reached for me.
I opened my arms and felt his lips press against mine then his hand grab for my crotch. I opened my lips to respond. He thrust his smoke dried stinking tongue into my mouth. Reaching down I undid my belt buckle and pulled out the belt and undid the top snap of my wranglers giving him better access to my crotch. I then reached up into his white pullover shirt and grabbed his right nipple. He moaned like a two bit whore and I wasn't paying. I moved my right hand onto his left nipple and used the combination of squeeze and pulling pressure to pull him down. He braced his hands on my ass and pushed his face into my denim-covered cock as he got onto his knees.
"Use your teeth", I told him. I figured his wife never got away with that one, if he had the balls to tell her to do that. The stupid fuck started to chew on my cock through my wranglers. "The zipper", I commanded squeezing his nipples hard enough for his mouth to open. He caught on and shoved his face up and in hard and used his teeth to grasp the zipper having to move his hands to hold the pants in place. I could both hear and feel it open.
It was hot and I was all sweaty and this guy was taking to long and I didn't have time to waste. I just wanted to cum. I let go of his nipples and reached down and pulled my own cock and balls out.
He started tasting it then. He moved to spit shining the head, then the balls. I felt myself get harder and watched this tall fuck on his knees pull at my pants with his hands with that ringed finger, getting them lower on my thighs. My hard cock rode against the side of his face as I moved and pushed at him maneuvering him so that his back was against the desk. I was totally hard now and pushed the head into his mouth and he started to suck on me. I developed my own rhythm and let him get used to it. I gave him time to breathe and salivate over my cock making it nice and slippery. His drool slathered over my balls and dripped to the floor below.
He reached down to release his own cock and balls from his shorts. I didn't care I was horny and I wanted to cum. I grabbed his head and used my body to force more of my cock in him. Making him deep throat me, he choked. I relented till he caught his breath, keeping my cock head near his mouth and when he signaled with his tongue, I then let him set the pace. I knew this wasn't going to take me long as he got a better rhythm going.
With my cock in his mouth I started to thrust my hips matching his rhythm till I felt my balls tighten. His teeth and lips soaked with pre cum and saliva I was getting in some nice strokes and as I felt myself get ready I forced it all in his mouth and throat using my body and the desk to hold him there. I thrust hard as I pumped each load into his throat and mouth.
I don't know maybe thirty seconds maybe ten to dump that load of cum into his mouth.
Holding him there with one hand on his neck and shoulder the other on the side of his head the desk held his back in place. I felt the best I had all day. I had release.
I slowly pulled out and then slid and beat my still semi hard cock on his face then pulled his face into my crotch, his tongue and mouth licking and sucking, cleaning any extra cum off my cock and balls.
When I stood back and looked down beads of cum shined from the left leg of my wranglers.
I guess he had got his jollies too.
He looked content as he pulled at his softening cock. Backing away further to allow him to stand I grabbed some Kleenex from the desk to clean my cock of his spit and my cum it was pretty clean. I then pulled up my pants and stuffing both balls then cock back in and refastened my belt buckle. He had got up off of his knees and cleaned himself up before pulling his shorts up.
"That feel's better" he commented.
"You give all your customers this personalized service?" I asked
"No, just the good looking ones."
I smiled at his compliment, and walked back to the counter where my two belts were.
"I am on the Internet" he said, "You could e-mail me, or I could stop by your place if I am going that way."
The phone rang and he moved to the phone and answered it.
As I took the belts and my receipt and left I heard the back door to the shop open and shut with a bang I smiled, someone had been here the whole time.