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And I also remember thinking that he was pretty damn good looking.

"Sir, you know you're not supposed to be taking that stuff," he said, pointing to the stack of boxes I had placed next to the dumpster. "You want a printer? You go into the store and buy one when it opens this morning."

There was no sense arguing with him. He was right and I knew it.

"Except that's not why you're taking them, is it."

I nodded. What could I say?

"Are a few printers worth fucking up the rest of your life?" he asked, his deep baritone rising ever so slightly. I couldn't help but roll my eyes. Yes, he was right, but being lectured to by somebody half my age irritated me.

"Or maybe I should just call it in and let the cops deal with it," he said, reacting to my eye-roll. My eyes had adjusted somewhat to the lighting and I could see him more clearly. What I saw was definitely very interesting - a cute button of a nose like you'd see on an anime character. His cheekbones were sharp and clearly defined. And he had a strong jaw, very Nordic in its prominence. His utility belt added width to his hips and slimmed his waist, giving him the proverbial hourglass figure.

In other words, sexy as hell.

I felt myself growing hard down below as my conscious brain recognized the fact that I was standing here in the dark, just me and this incredibly attractive young man, and not one other person in the universe was anywhere nearby, and maybe there was a way I could finesse an unplanned benefit from this strange intersection of circumstances. Let's be honest: Guys his age were perpetually horny, and they were also easily entertained. Maybe a sexy respite from a long, boring graveyard shift was the perfect solution to his problem. To paraphrase the lottery commission, "You can't get laid if you don't play."

When I snapped out of my scheming and returned to the present, I could see he was staring at me with a look of exasperation. "Yeah, I think I should just call this one and let the cops sort it out," he said.

I feigned worry and said, "No! Please! Don't do that. I'm really sorry about this - is there anything I can do to make it right? I have a reputation in this town and I don't want it ruined by having my picture in the online arrest mugshots. I'd be willing to do just about anything to keep that from happening."

He nodded and said, "You can start by putting these boxes back in the dumpster."

I quickly complied. I wasn't too upset - there were only three, which meant I was out only $75. Not a huge loss.

After the last box was back in the dumpster I brushed my hands together and asked, "OK, now what?"

He pointed to the other end of the access drive and said, "You're free to go. I'm not going to jack up somebody's life over a few printers. Just don't come back, you got that?"

Oh. Well, that was disappointing. I was hoping he'd demand a special kind of "favor," if you know what I mean. I had to think quickly. How could I steer this back to a direction more to my liking? I stood there, shuffling my feet nervously while my brain worked like a mechanical calculator, sorting the various options, until finally a glimmering of a plan came to mind.

I started by thanking him for his leniency, but then I asked, "Is there some way I can show you my gratitude? Maybe buy you a cup of coffee?"

"No. I've got coffee."

"Breakfast? There's a Waffle House within walking distance."

He shook his head. "My shift doesn't end until 8."

So I swung for the fences.

"Well then how about I give you a blowjob?"

He looked as if he'd just swallowed a live cockroach.

"What? You want to suck my dick?" he hissed, his face screwing into a disgusted frown. "Fuck, man, you can't just go up to people and ask if you can suck their dicks. That's against the law - solicitation, or prostitution, or something. I don't know. And besides, that's gay, and I'm not gay. Not gonna let some dude suck my cock!"

"Oh, I didn't think you were gay," I said, holding up my hand - palm out - as I began my counterargument. "It wouldn't surprise me a bit if you had some cute blonde back at your apartment, just waiting for you to finish your shift so she can slobber all over that big dick of yours. But - " and my hand became a point, "your shift doesn't end for five more hours, and I know how it is with you guys." I lowered my voice to a conspiratorial whisper, "You're walking around with a semi-permanent hard-on that'll go off like a hand grenade if it's touched by so much as a stiff breeze.

"And I also know," I continued before he could find another reason to say no, "that there's one thing no woman can ever understand, and that's what it feels like to be a guy. Like it or not we guys know how to make another guy feel good - because we're guys! And I promise you - I swear-to-God promise you - that if you've never had your dick sucked by another guy then you've never had an actual blowjob, because a guy will always do it better than a girl. Always! So what do you say, man? I guess it's something you never thought about before, and the idea seems weird, but what the hell! Live a little! Take a chance! Tell your comfort zone to go fuck itself and go out on that limb. Take a chance at finding something new you might like."

I realized I was laying it on thick, but as I talked to him I could see his opposition faltering, a slight hesitance creeping into his expression. That pretty little face of his, what I could see of it, anyway, was going from disgust to uncertainty. I made a show of looking around the dark service access to make sure we were alone, which we were.

"There's nobody here. Nobody will ever know."

His eyes narrowed momentarily, and then he also gave our surroundings a glance.

At that point I knew I had him.

He turned back to me, his eyes growing ever narrower. A kind of anger - was it self-loathing - had crept into his voice when he said, "If you ever breathe a word of this to anybody, I swear to God - "

"My lips are sealed," I said, not smiling, not wanting to give him the impression I was enjoying this more than I should let on. "Well, for the next half an hour they won't be, but you know what I mean."

"Behind the dumpster," he whispered, his voice husky. We both slipped back into the shadow created by the large metal receptacle. He undid his belt and all at once his pants, his utility belt, just everything fell to his ankles.

He wasn't wearing any underwear.

I dropped to my knees to admire the massive instrument that dangled before me.

It was easily 5 inches soft and hung in an inverted C over the swell of his ballsack, falling out of a nest of scraggly blonde pubes that were straighter than they were curly. Even his scrotum was covered in patchy hairs that, as I watched, unglued themselves from the wrinkled sack and stood out, as if attracted by static electricity. As I leaned close I could feel the heat emanating from his crotch - that and a distinct smell, a cocktail of sweat, urine, and something else, something more primal, which entered my nose and somehow made its way to the base of my skull, exciting some instinct there, something I hadn't felt in a long, long time. My mouth began to water and I literally had to gulp down a giant wad of spit.

"Just suck it," he said in his hoarse whisper, and was it my imagination or did his voice waver just a bit? Was he daring himself to enjoy this?

I leaned closer and drew a deep, noisy breath, up and down his cock, which had begun to pull away from his balls and stand on its own. Why yes, he was allowing himself to enjoy this, I thought. I placed my hands on his thighs to clear a path for my invading nose. His flesh was hot to the touch, and moist, as if he'd been on the verge of sweating. My fingers ran through wiry hairs that thinned a little as I neared his crotch, then suddenly erupted into a forest of pubes.

I extended my tongue and dabbed at his peehole. He gasped. His hands went to the top of my head, but he didn't pull my face into his privates, not yet. He let them rest there. I tasted the small drop of fluid I had licked from the tip of his cock. Precum. I ran my tongue over the roof of my mouth, letting his juice coat the inside of my mouth. It had a slightly almond-like flavor that got my salivary glands to working again.

I reached up and teased his cock away from his balls the rest of the way. It was half hard already, and the cap had begun to flare, the peehole widening as if it were a snake about to strike. I licked it again, this time curling my tongue and tickling the underside of the cocktip, which elicited another gasp. "God, you're driving me fucking crazy!" he hissed. "Just suck it, man!" In response I rubbed his thighs and allowed my hands to roam more freely, going up and down the sides of his legs and then the backs. I had a destination in mind, one that I was warming him up to.

Meanwhile, my tongue began to work on his entire cocktip. His dick was standing straight out from his body at about a 93-degree angle and it had begun to twitch in rhythm with his heart. My tongue slid along the underside of his shaft until it connected with his balls, and I began working on them, too, sliding the corrugated flesh back and forth across my questing tongue. He uttered a low moan of arousal and his hands began to push my face into his crotch. I allowed my hands to slide across his butt cheeks, which were slick with sweat. I cupped his them and squeezed, drawing forth another appreciative moan.

The smell coming from his crotch had changed. The odor of urine and sweat had evaporated into a strong, masculine musk, which told me he was reaching a critical mass of arousal. I took the first half of his cock into my mouth and ran my tongue all around the shaft. I could actually taste what I was smelling, a salty, beefy, slightly rubbery flavor that became stronger as I descended the length of his shaft. His hands gripped the back of my head and his body began a gentle pushing motion as his now 7 inches of meat slid into and out of my mouth. I sucked him into me and buried my nose into that thatch of pubes above his cock. The aroma set my libido on fire.

"Oh my God, man, I fucking love what you're doing to me," he whispered, or "cooed" might have been a better word as there was a tiny note of lust underlying his tone. He spread his legs a little and thrust upwards, the bottom of his pelvis angled toward me. His cockhead probed at the back of my throat and I struggled to suppress the urge to gag. Swallow, I told myself. Act like you're swallowing the biggest Swiss Farms summer sausage every boxed and shipped to that dude who's hard to shop for at Christmas. When I did that, his cock slid partially into my throat, resulting in a deep, growling and appreciative purr from him. He poked out his crotch and began screwing his cock into my face. Anybody who might have been looking at us would have seen nothing but his balls hanging out of my mouth.

Meanwhile, my fingers were running up and down his ass cheeks, digging deeper and deeper into his crack, where the temperature skyrocketed and the flesh became slick with sweat. I wanted to touch his asshole with my middle finger but I hesitated. For some guys that was forbidden, a no-go zone. Was he one of those guys? I decided to take the chance. I slipped deeper into his ass crack until my finger was brushing against the hairy perimeter of his anus. If anything, that seemed to drive him to greater heights of urgency. He began thrusting wildly into my mouth as I tentatively probed his asshole. I moved my middle finger up and down and over the hole, slicking it with perspiration, and then I gently eased it into his butt.

"Oh my God! Finger fuck my hole you fucking faggot!" he growled, his voice like sandpaper. His sphincter gripped my finger more tightly. I slid it fully inside his dirty hole, where the heat was so intense it seemed to melt the flesh from my finger bone. I could feel his ass muscles clenching and unclenching as he thrust his big cock into my mouth and humped me orally. We remained in that position for the next minute, with me sliding my finger into and out of his asshole as he slid that fat cock into and out of my sucking lips.

His pummeling of my face became almost frantic and he whispered savagely, "I'm gonna breed your mouth!" and gave his cock a mighty thrust, which I swear seemed to push it all the way into my stomach. Then I felt the first warm, delicious clump of his seed spurt down my throat. His cock was pulsing and the jizz kept coming, orgasm after orgasm of steamy manseed. My teeth were in his pubes as I opened my jaw as wide as I could to take him even deeper. I could feel his hairy balls rubbing against my chin as his hands crushed my face into his sopping crotch.

He rocked back and forth, gasping for breath and whispering, "Take it! Take it, motherfucker, take it!" as he continued pounding his dick into my mouth. I was doing everything I could to soak up every bit of his spew. I wanted to savor it, roll it around my tongue and taste its warm nuttiness. To think, that cream had been in his balls only a moment ago and now it was in my mouth. The thought encouraged me to suck even harder, as if his dick was a straw and I was drawing his essence inside me.

Finally, he began to let up. I stole a quick glance and he was smiling down at me, his eyes slightly unfocused, his nostrils flaring as he struggled for breath. He had the look of an exhausted yet contented man. I eased my finger out of his ass and allowed his cock to slip from my mouth. The taste he left behind was like an aphrodisiac. I knew that as soon as I got back to my car, my pants would be unbuttoned, my zipper down, and I'd be furiously jacking my own cock.

"God, I'm gonna hate myself in the morning, but that was fucking amazing!" he said in his normal speaking voice, a goofy smile spreading across his face. I gave his cocktip a final lick and then stood up has he pulled up his pants and buckled his belt. I wiped my mouth with my sleeve; I'd been drooling.

"But you do understand that if I see you back here again, stealing stuff from these dumpsters, I'm gonna have to call the cops."

I backed out of the shadow of the dumpster and into the light cast by the streetlight. It actually seemed cooler out here, or was that because I was no longer near the envelope of his body heat?

"And what if I come back here for a different reason?" I said, giving him what I hoped was an evil grin.

I can't say for sure because the light wasn't that great, but it sure looked like he blushed.

"It's a free country," he said, staring me straight in the eye, his smile holding fast.

I leaned in to kiss those precious lips of his, but he averted his face and I landed on his neck. OK, so no kissing. Still, it was nice.

And you know what? I did come back. Three times. Once to swallow that fat dick again. Another time he backed me up against the dumpster and railed my ass until I couldn't walk straight.

And the other time?

To get those damn printers!

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