Snagged in the Produce Aisle

By Porn Writer

Published on Jun 20, 2008

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The events and characters depicted in this story are purely fictional, and should not be misconstrued for real life events and characters. Any similarities are purely coincidental.

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He was a beautiful guy; seemingly average, but the more I looked at him, the more beauty I recognized in him. He was about 5'6" tall, I'd guess, and probably just over 200 lbs. He had a shaved head and a goatee, which I found very sexy. However, it was his bright eyes and big smile that made me recognize his true beauty. This guy had lips that begged to be kissed, and big white teeth. There was just something about him that clicked with me from the moment I spotted him in the grocery store.

As my eye toured his body, I became more aroused. Nice belly, good proportions, and a great pair of hairy legs below his khaki shorts, and boat shoes with no socks. As my eyes traveled back up his body, I was floored to see him staring right into my eyes with a big smile. I knew there was no doubt I had been snagged.

"Hi.", he said, as he spun a bag of scallions, so he could put a bag tie on it.

"Hi.", I said, feeling myself blush so bad, I felt like my face was on fire.

"How are you?", he asked, with a knowing look. I knew now I wasn't getting out of this one.

"Fine, thanks.", I said, trying to play it cool.

"Nice.", he said as he looked me up and down.

Fighting like a trapped animal, I said, "Can you believe how expensive this stuff is. I mean, it's produce! How can it be so outrageous."

Not letting me off the hook, he replied, "Huh. I didn't see you checking out the produce." He had a big smile on his face, and I wanted to grab him and kiss him right there.

"Yeah, sorry about that.", I said, indirectly confessing.

"Are you kidding? You like?", he asked vaguely.

I nodded, "Oh, yeah."

"Me too.", he replied.

"Wanna grab a cup of coffee later?", he asked.

"Sure.", I returned.

"Cool. I need to run these groceries home. Wanna meet a Java House at, let's say, eight?", he offered. This is a great little cafe in at the corner of 17th and Q Streets, in northwest DC, a predominately gay area of town.

"Sure!", I replied.

"Great, then I better get moving. See ya there.", he said with a smile.

As I turned away, I thought, "Damn, that guy is HOT! Man, I hope this works out."

I hurried through the store, and ran my groceries back to my place. I then brushed my teeth and hair, and headed back out the door. As I arrived at Java House, I saw him waiting nervously outside. As he saw me approaching, that big smile overtook his face, and he said, "I was hoping you'd come. Wanna grab some coffee?"

"Sure!", I said, as we walked toward the entrance.

He opened the door for me, and placed his hand on the small of my back to guide me through. His touch was electric, and I just felt like I wanted to get closer to him. As we walked in, I was struck by the smell of coffee roasting. The smell was heavenly, and absolutely solidified my need for a strong cup of that!

"Wow, that smells incredible.", I said.

"Yeah, it does.", he replied.

We approached the counter, and he said, "So, what do you like?"

"Coffee. Black. Just black.", I said.

"Wow, you're easy.", he said.

I smiled at him and blushed, and he said, "You're adorable."

"No, you are!", I said.

"Glad you think so. Hey, you want a desert? They have great White Chocolate Mousse Cake.", he said.

"No, thanks, though.", I said.

"C'mon. Splurge.", he encouraged.

"Ok", I said. I just couldn't seem to get past being embarrassed by him catching me staring at him. Even now, I couldn't take my eyes off of him. He was a neat guy, wearing a white t-shirt under his button down. His nails were clean and trimmed, and his hair was cut close to his balding head.

I was yanked back to reality by a voice from behind the counter, "Yes, Gentlemen, what can I do for you guys?", asked the middle aged, dark skinned shopkeeper.

"Two black coffees, and two pieces of White Chocolate Mousse Cake.", my new friend responded, as he moved in tight behind me, with his hands on my hips and his belly against my back. I wanted this guy so bad, and feeling him against me was making my cock hard! It was as if he was radiating some sort of sexual aura that was making him irresitible to me.

"You smell good.", he whispered.

"I think you do, too.", I said.

"So far, so good.", he replied through that big smile.

"Wanna go grab us a table outside, while I pay for this?", he asked.

"Here, let me give you some money...", I offered.

"No way. You just get us a table. I got it.", he insisted.

"Ok. Thanks!", I said.

I went outside and a woman who had been sitting reading a book with her dog on the ground next to her was just cleaning up her table.

"Are you leaving?", I confirmed.

"Yeah.", she said.

"Oh, great. Thanks.", I said as I settled into one of the green plastic chairs at the green plastic table. It was just a little neighborhood cafe, where practicality ruled. But, they had great coffee, and I love to sit outside.

Soon, he came through the door with nothing in his hands. "They're going to bring it out in a few minutes.", he explained.

"So, my name is Chris by the way.", he offered.

"I'm Tom.", I returned.

We talked about all the usual stuff, and really got on well. We were in similar fields. He helped develop content for text books, and I was a freelance business writer. We enjoyed our cake and coffee, and before we knew it, it was 10:30 p.m. on a Thursday night.

"Well, my friends. I'm afraid we are closing.", the shopkeeper announced, as he approached the table. "Can I get you anything else?"

"No, thanks. We should get going.", Chris said.

We both started to stand up, and walked out to the sidewalk. I had a sinking feeling in my stomach, not wanting the evening to end. I couldn't remember the last time I met such an engaging guy, and I could look at him forever.

"I'm just going to say it. I'm really enjoying talking to you, and I'm not ready for it to end. Can I talk you into coming over to my place for a while...just to talk? I promise, it's just to talk.", he said.

"I know, I'm really enjoying it, too. Sure.", I said.

I love DC at night. The streets are quiet, but somehow still energized. I especially love walking along the sidewalks and being able to see into some of the row houses, and how beautifully their decorated.

The sound of gently rolling thunder filled the sky, and a breeze had picked up. We got to his place, just as the first drops of rain were falling, and the air smelled so good and clean.

"This is me.", he said, as we approached The Chastleton, a 1920's apartment building with beautiful architecture that had recently gone condo. An impressive building, which had been home to many famous people, including General MacArthur and Wallis Simpson, who would later become the Duchess of York.

He led me in the front door, and down a long corridor toward an elevator. The building is amazing, in that the further into it you go, the more isolated you feel from the world. It just feels like a solid piece of architecture.

We boarded the elevator with a young professional woman, who got off on the next floor. The doors closed and Chris pulled me toward him, teasingly.

The elevator stopped and he led me to his unit. We entered and his place was decorated in an eclectic style, typical of Washington, DC. Lots of books, and intelligent knick knacks. It was very comfortable, and he walked through turning on a few lights and some nice music.

"What can I get you to drink?", he asked.

"Just water, is fine.", I said.

"Nah, come on. Really?", he confirmed.

"Yep, I love water.", I ensured him.

"You got it.", he said. "Have a seat on the sofa."

Not considering the implications or the precision of that instruction, I sat down on the sofa, and explored his artwork and collectables. He had a few strategically placed pictures of him with various friends and family members. He looked like a genuinely happy guy, and I was glad to see his place was tidy, though not surprised.

He came from the kitchen and handed me a glass of ice water, and then placed a couple coasters on the coffee table.

"So, do you usually check guys out in the grocery store?", he asked out of nowhere.

My face turned instantly red, and I wanted to just get up and run. "No, no. I'm so sorry. I can't believe I did that.", I apologized.

"Sorry for what? Look at me, do you think it's every day some cute guy checks me out in the grocery store?", he asked.

"Uh, YEAH!", I replied.

"Pfft, no way. No one has ever done that before. I see guys checking me out once in a while, but not like you.", he said.

"You are a VERY attractive man. You're a HOTTIE!", I insisted.

"Yeah? I'm glad you think so.", he said.

"Let me ask you a question. Would you be mad at me if I broke my promise?", he asked.

Puzzled, I replied, "Broke what promise?"

"My promise that we would just talk.", he said. "I have wanted to kiss you all night."

"Hrm... I don't know. You DID promise. I remember that very clearly. It was definitely a promise.", I said mockingly.

"Shut up.", he argued, "You have to pay the price for checking me out in the grocery store. I figure you owe me."

He brought his lips to mine. It was just the way I imagined. He had big full lips, and his kiss was electric. I had no choice but to return his kiss, and our tongues met and explored each others' mouths. I didn't want the kiss to end.

We kissed and nuzzled each other for the better part of an hour, with the sound a thunderstorm raging outside. It was getting very late. We had slid down on the sofa, and he was lying beside me, with his face above mine, kissing me deeply.

"If you keep this up, we're both going to have to call in sick tomorrow, and you'll have to stay.", he said.

"No, we can't do that. That would look bad, especially on a Friday.", I insisted.

"Yeah, sucks for them, huh? I want you to stay with me. You can't go out in this rain, anyway. C'mon on...", he said.

"Mmmm... Ok.", I agreed.

He broke into laughter. "That wasn't a hard sell!"

"Man, look at you. I wanted to do you in the Safeway! You're lucky you've held me at bay this long.", I countered.

"Oh, really? Sounds like we're in for a nice night, then.", he said.

He slid off the sofa and onto his knees on the floor. "Then, you won't be needing these.", he said as he started removing my shoes.

"Not unless we have a fire drill.", I cracked.

It felt incredible as he started to massage my foot. I laid my head back against the sofa, and just went with it. Man, this guy knew what he was doing. Then, I felt air moving past my foot and looked up to find him sniffing it.

"You smell good. Am I freaking you out?", he asked.

Honestly, I had never had anyone do that before, but so far I was not terribly freaked out.

"No, not at all.", I insisted.

Unlike Chris, I hadn't had time to go home and change after work, so I was still wearing the dress socks I had put on that morning--they were very thin, the ribbed kind, where you could see my foot through them very vaguely. And, my feet had been in shoes all day, so I was betting my feet smelled pretty strong. But, he looked like he was in heaven.

Suddenly, my toes felt wet and I realized he was sucking on my toes through my dress socks. It was kind of crazy, but it felt really good, and he was totally into it. I indulged myself and let him continue. He explored my entire foot with his tongue, and then slowly started taking off my sock. First, he pulled my sock only half way up my foot. He licked and sucked on my heel, and slowly pushed the sock up further, so he could lavish his attention on the ball of my foot. I was in heaven, as he worked his magic on me. I was moaning in approval, and he was encouraging me to enjoy it.

"Yeah, you like that? Your feet smell so good. They taste so good. Does this feel good?", he asked.

"Yeah, it feels incredible. Come up here, I want to try.", I said.

"What? What do you mean?", he asked cautiously.

"I want to try doing this to you.", I said.

"Are you sure?", he asked.

"Yeah, Baby. Please?", I pleaded.

"Ok, come on, let's go to the bed, so we can get more comfortable.", he offered.

We went back to the bedroom, and he started unbuttoning my shirt, as I unbuttoned his. I was a few inches taller than him and probably weight about 50 or 60 pounds more. He was furry all over, definitely a bear type. I was more of a chub, with little hair on my chest or belly, but plenty on my arms and legs. In contrast to his beautiful brown eyes, mine are blue, and my hair is brown--ok, salt and pepper.

As he pushed my shirt off of me, over my shoulders, he ran his hands across my chest and belly. I got his shirt off, but still had that undershirt to contend with. I grabbed it at the bottom and started to lift, as he raised his arms to allow its removal.

His body was beautiful. He had a big furry belly and chest, and I couldn't resist bending over to kiss it and run my face over it. He grabbed the back of my head, then leaned down and kissed it. It was great.

I reached down and unbuckled his belt, and then unfastened his pants. As his pants fell to the floor, he was standing there in just his boxers, and I knelt down and pulled them to the ground, revealing a beautiful cock and big hairy balls. I leaned in and kissed the head of his cock. Realizing that it was already coated with precum, I drew it into my mouth to clean it off, and he threw back his head and moaned.

"Stop, stop. Let's get you undressed, too.", he said.

He unbuckled my pants and unbuttoned them, and then pushed them down, so I could step out of them. He then leaned in and started sniffing and sucking my cock through my boxer briefs. I felt his fingers move under the waistband, as he stripped me of my last piece of clothing, except for one sock.

"Come on. Let's climb up on the bed.", he instructed.

We lay in a 69 position, and he began working on my remaining socked foot, giving it the same treatment he had given the other. I pulled one of his feet closer to me, and ran my hand over it. The skin was so soft and smooth. I pulled it toward my face, and breathed in its faint scent. It smelled like a foot, but a clean one. I was surprised at how aroused I was getting from it. He seemed oblivious to my exploration, as he continued his work on my foot.

I eventually took one of his toes into my mouth, and he let out a sigh. Before I knew it, I was aggressively making out with this foot, licking between his toes, sucking on his toes, sucking on the ball of his foot, licking his sole, and sucking on his heel. He seemed to be really enjoying it, and I eventually went onto the other one.

This went on for some time, and then he started moving up my leg, so I did the same. Soon, we each had the others' balls in our face, and we were licking and sucking on them. This lasted for about a half hour, until he adjusted himself again and started working on my cock.

His mouth felt great as it engulfed my cock, and he had me raging horny. I took his thick cock into my mouth and was doing my best on it.

"You better stop...", he said, still stroking my cock and getting me incredibly close to cumming.

"Uh uh.", I argued.

"This is your last chance. I'm gonna cum. Oh fuck. I'm gonna cum. Ooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh...", he groaned, as he filled my mouth with his ball juice.

"Fuck, oh fuck. That is so hot. I want yours. Give me your come, Baby.", he said.

I didn't need much coaxing, and as he continued stroking my cock, I blew my load all over his face and chest.

"Oh yeah! Let me drain that cock. Yeah, that's so hot! Dump those balls, Baby. Come on. Let me milk it all out of you.", he encouraged, as he leaned forward and engulfed my cock with his mouth.

As we both collapsed back onto the bed, still in the 69 position. "Aw, that was great...", he said as his voice tapered off.

"Sure was. I got more than I bargained for in the produce aisle tonight!", I said, as we both broke into laughter. "Fuck, if celery is $2.50, I don't want to know what this is going to cost me!"

"Come on, let's go get cleaned up, Funny Man.", he said.

We went to the bathroom, and he got the water temperature adjusted.

"I gotta pee.", I said.

"Yeah? I want it.", he replied.

"What?", I asked.

"I want you to piss on me.", he said as he nuzzled my cheek and kissed my lips.

"No way. Are you serious? I'm not sure I can do that.", I said.

"Why not?", he asked.

"Um, I have a hard time peeing when someone else is in the room.", I said sheepishly.

"A lot of guys, do. Here, come over here. I'm going to kneel in the tub. You just relax and take all the time you need. When you're ready, just piss.", he instructed.

We stepped into the tub. I leaned against the back wall and closed my eyes. I REALLY needed to piss, but it just wasn't happening.

"Just relax. I want your piss. I'm going to wait right here as long as it takes. Just listen to the water, and let it rip whenever you're ready.", he coaxed.

"I'm trying.", I said, as I felt him reach up and start rubbing my legs softly, and then my belly. I was really close to letting loose, now, but just couldn't get over that edge.

Then, I told myself, "Just forget he's there. Just piss and think about something else." Before you know it, I felt the first trickle.

"Yeah, there ya go. Give me that piss.", he growled.

I felt myself relax and relief overcame me as I felt my bladder starting to empty and the stream of piss strengthen. When I was sure I could keep going, I opened my eyes, and there was Chris bathing in my piss. He would open his mouth and let it fill with my piss and then close it. I couldn't tell whether he was swallowing it or spitting it out, because the shower was washing over him. Eventually my stream stopped, and he leaned in and sucked on my cock a bit.

"You want mine?", he asked as he looked up at me.

"I guess.", I said, as he stood up to trade places. I got on my knees and Chris almost instantly sent a stream of piss slapping against my chest.

"Want a taste? Open your mouth.", he directed.

Without thinking, I opened my mouth and instantly felt his piss filling my mouth. I don't know whether it was instinct or desire, but I started swallowing. It didn't taste anything like I expected. He grabbed my head and pulled my mouth onto his cock, while he continued pissing, and I was swallowing all I could, gulp after gulp, with Chris's hand on the back of my head, holding his cock in my mouth.

Eventually, his stream tapered off, and he helped me up off the floor, quickly locking his lips against mine and exploring my mouth with his tongue. It was far more erotic than I had ever imagined it, and wasn't at all disgusting. I was surprised that I actually enjoyed it.

"You're a keeper.", Chris said.

"Let's get cleaned up and go get into bed, and we maybe we can do this all again in a few hours.", he smiled.

"Sounds good to me!", I agreed.

We showered, and then crawled into bed. We made out for a while, and then he turned his back toward me, and pulled my arms around him. I spooned him, wrapping my arms around that sexy furry belly of his. I gently kissed his neck and ear, and we drifted off to sleep together.

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