Date: Tue, 20 Nov 2018 18:07:26 -0500
From: a4f tales <a4ftales@gmail.com>
Subject: Thanksgiving Tales: In-Store Pickup

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*****

Drew had never really been the type of guy to get into the whole Black
Friday thing. Sure, every once in a while, there was a sweet deal on a
big-ass TV or a PlayStation or whatever, but he already had all that
stuff. Why mess around with the crowds and the traffic just to score a deal
that wasn't really all that great, on shit that he already had? You could
get most of that stuff online now anyway, and now that he was older and
valued his time more, it was a far better deal to get something delivered
to your door, and never have to leave your couch.

This year, though, Drew wasn't on his own couch. He was in Florida, in the
guest room of his in-laws' house. Emily was super pregnant - "10 months, I
swear to Christ," she'd muttered the other day - and she, her mother and
sister were in full Imminent Baby Arrival Mode. They'd all piled into
Janine's Lexus this morning and announced they'd be back in time for
dinner, leaving Drew at the house with his father-in-law - or his
stepfather-in-law, he guessed, he'd never been 100% on the correct
title. Drew had never much cared for Dr. Daniels; the guy wasn't much of a
conversationalist, and in the three years he and Emily had been married,
Drew had sure tried. But there just wasn't that much they had in common,
and Drew had always gotten the sense that the workaholic opthalmologist
just didn't get the big ex-jock marketing guy Emily had married. They were
like two superficially similar examples of distinct species, seemed like.

The idea of spending the day hanging around his in-laws' big, expensively
decorated McMansion wasn't all that appealing, and the notion of a grudging
invitation to go play golf with Dr. Daniels even less so. Drew would rather
shoot himself in the face than play golf anyway, much less with that
guy. He didn't know anybody in this part of Florida. He was starting to
feel a little bit antsy, when he spotted the pile of picked-over Black
Friday circulars from the morning paper sitting on the kitchen island.

That was how he found himself in SportsMart. They had some pretty good
deals going on running shoes and workout gear, and as a bonus, the place
was half-empty of shoppers. It was the last big tenant in an old dying
mall, all the big-name stores gone, just an old-people's cafeteria
restaurant and a few sad little stores and the SportsMart keeping it
alive. Places like this gave Drew the creeps, but at least it wasn't
crowded, and was it really that much creepier than the near-silent,
manicured acres of his in-laws' gated community?

Besides, Drew was being cruised, and in spite of himself, he was intrigued.

It had taken him a few minutes to notice it, but he wasn't an idiot - he
knew when he was being checked out, and he knew when he was being
cruised. They were two different things. Getting checked out, that was like
a little boost to your self-esteem, a head turning as you walked by. Drew
was lucky enough to have gotten a fair amount of that over the years. But
getting cruised - well, that was like a lot more like being hunted. That
was a different feeling, like a hot charge in your guts - a sizzle of
possibility. In Drew's experience, women didn't cruise - they preferred to
be hunted, not being the hunter. Cruising was a guy thing, something much
more intentional, and he'd had it happen often enough - at the gym, on the
street up in New York, in hotel bars when he was on the road for work - to
know what it was to be really savored like that. Assessed. Evaluated, like
a piece of meat. Most guys wouldn't admit to it, but sometimes, it was
incredibly hot to be treated like that, like you were being considered for
your fuckworthiness.

The first time he'd seen the kid had been on his way in. The kid had been
helping a customer lug a weight bench up to the checkout, and when Drew had
come in, the kid had offered him a standard kind of customer-service
greeting, then held his gaze for a little longer than usual, given him an
up-down sweep with his eyes that was almost hilariously transparent. Drew
hadn't thought anything about it, dismissing it for the checking-out that
it was. He just stopped to get his bearings and locate the shoe department,
then made a beeline for it.

A few minutes later, Drew was looking at a pair of cross trainers when the
kid showed up in the aisle.

"Help you find anything, sir?" the kid asked, in a surprisingly deep
voice. He wasn't all that tall, maybe five-eight, five-nine, maybe a young
college guy, by the look of him. Drew hadn't expected quite that much bass
in his voice.

"I'm good, thanks," Drew said. "Just checking things out."

"Well I'm happy to help, just let me know," the kid said, pausing a beat
before adding, "Anything at all."

The kid continued to linger, and that and the tone of his voice made Drew
start to really notice him. Short dark hair styled up into spikes, a
solidly muscled, compact form in his purple store-logoed polo shirt and
khaki shorts, a good-looking face whose features read as vaguely Asian,
like maybe he had a Japanese parent or something.

"Sure thing," Drew said, giving him a cursory smile. The shoes were a
little expensive for what they were, so he set them down and moved on to
the athletic apparel, nodding at the kid as he left.

A couple minutes after that, he'd spotted the kid out of the corner of his
eye nearby as he looked at running shorts, and when Drew had turned to look
in his direction, the kid quickly looked away and pretended to be folding a
stack of T-shirts.

And now, here he was again, just as Drew was looking at the Under Armour.

*Twice is a coincidence,* Drew thought to himself. *But three times...*

"We've got some great discounts on Under Armour," the kid said, and now
Drew could see the nerves. The kid was hiding them pretty well, but not
completely. "Forty percent off, and another ten percent if you're a
SportsMart MVP."

Drew could read the discount signs perfectly well on his own, and he knew
the kid knew that.

"I can see that," Drew said. "This stuff used to be expensive."

"Bad year for the company," the kid said. "Lots of unsold inventory. Shame,
`cos it's good gear. Never let me down."

The kid picked up a package of boxer briefs, long midway shorts that
stretched to the knee of the jacked model on the package.

"I like these ones, personally. Got several pairs," he said, and there was
no reason for him to blush a little as he looked up at Drew, but here they
were. "These'd probably suit you."

Drew couldn't help but grin at the kid trying to work his game.

"These are more my style," he said, nodding at the shorter boxer briefs in
his hand. He had big legs that he'd always been pretty proud of, and he
liked underwear that showed them off a little, almost as much as his wife
did.

"Yeah, those'd look good on you," the kid said, looking from the underwear
to Drew, scoping out his big frame in a way that was either charmingly
unsubtle, or hilariously bold.

Drew gave the kid a long look. He had to admit, this was flattering - he
hadn't been cruised like this in a while. He kept in shape, still big and
strong like he was back when he played football, working out four times a
week, and he liked to think that the different kind of solidity he had now
that he was nearing thirty suited him well. He'd heard, and seen, the
horror stories of young fathers losing their shape when a baby came along,
and he'd been pretty determined not to let that happen to him. Besides,
after a short, but sweet burst of intense hormone-induced horniness in her
second trimester, Emily had gone off sex almost completely now in the
latter stages of pregnancy, and Drew had found himself working out longer,
and harder, to find something to fill the gap, and sublimate some of his
urges.

"You think so, huh?" Drew found himself saying, grinning at the
enthusiastic way the kid nodded back. Fuck, this was fun. More fun than
he'd had in awhile.

"For sure, sir," the kid said, sizing him up again, then turning to the
rack of underwear, picking out a few different packages. "Maybe these... or
these... definitely these..."

*You little perv,* Drew thought to himself, amused, looking at the kid with
his armload of underwear. He looked him over, and he liked what he was
seeing. Definitely a college kid, all smooth skin, tight muscles, built for
soccer or wrestling, based on the muscles of his calves. The kind of kid
Drew had enjoyed fooling around with, back when he was a college kid
himself.

In many ways, Drew considered himself a supremely lucky guy, all things
being equal. He was good-looking, well built, pretty smart, had a great job
with a very nice salary, a good German car. Best of all, he had a gorgeous
wife who was whip-smart and a low-key freak under her blonde good-girl
Florida princess exterior. When she'd found out that he'd had a few
same-sex experiences, she'd lustily fucked his brains out, and while she
didn't generally make a big deal about it, he knew the notion of him with
another guy turned her on bigtime. Even better than that, when her libido
had cratered after its sudden pregnancy-induced spike, and sex had become
actively unpleasant for her, she'd sat him down and made him a deal - if
the opportunity arose, and nobody got hurt, and nobody caught feelings, he
could go ahead and play around. She only had two rules - no other women,
and not in their bed.

That had been a few months ago, and Drew hadn't taken her up on the
offer. But christ, it had been months since he'd gotten laid, and much
longer since he'd fooled around with another dude, and here he was, bored
and alone in Florida, with a fine young stud right here in front of him,
giving him the vibes...

*Twice is a coincidence,* Drew thought to himself again. *But three
times... that's an opportunity.*

He looked at the packages of underwear the kid was holding, almost like an
offering to him, then reached out and took a pair of trunks from him.

"I like these, but they're hard for me to wear," he said, looking the
handsome kid in the eye. "I've got big legs. Thick thighs. These tend to
ride up."

"I know exactly what you mean," the kid said, then dropped his voice
confidentially. "And I can see that you do."

Drew grinned wider at that, feeling that fun old tingle in his guts. He let
himself scope the kid out, taking in the breadth of his shoulders, the
swell of his pecs under his ugly purple store polo, the bulge of his tanned
biceps peeking out from the short sleeves. The cheap white plastic name
badge with BRICE unevenly typed onto a label on it. He let the kid see him
scoping him out. The kid seemed to stand a little straighter, subtly
pulling his shoulders back, presenting himself for inspection. Drew decided
that he liked this guy.

"Anything else you recommend?" he said, dropping his voice to match the
kid's lower tone, and the kid flushed a little more but grinned right back
too, and now they were playing the game.

"You definitely want the 6" Boxerjock," the kid said, pulling a couple
packages off the rack. "Though you're tall enough for the nine-inch..."

"You're not far off," Drew said with a meaningful grin, and he wouldn't
ordinarily say something as pornily obvious as that, but what the
fuck. Besides, it was the truth, and the more he looked at this hot,
thirsty kid, the more he got into the vibe between them, the truer it was
getting.

The kid blushed and audibly swallowed at that, but sure enough, he glanced
down at the front of Drew's shorts. Just a quick look, but pure instinct,
and all the information Drew needed to proceed.

"Well, uh, I've got these in white, black and grey," the kid said, his
voice a little tight as he plucked one of each off the rack. "You should
get all three."

"These are Medium, but I'm more of a Large," Drew said, unable to help
himself, and the kid just nodded and looked his shorts over again.

"Yeah man, I don't doubt it," he said. "Don't worry about the MVP
discount. I got you."

Drew was pretty sure he did, and very sure he was going to.

*****

The kid had been very specific with his directions.

"Go out through the mall entrance, take a left, head down to the
escalators, where the Sears used to be. Head down the side corridor to the
restrooms. Look for the one with the adult and child on the sign. I'm gonna
take my break, and I'll meet you up there in five."

Drew was glad this mall was on its last legs; they hadn't even bothered
running the lights in this side corridor, because there weren't any open
stores on this end of the whole mall. That meant the restrooms were lightly
trafficked, and even better, it meant this family restroom was deserted. He
took in the space, a little dingy but clean enough, and started to
second-guess himself a little. He was usually a pretty confident kind of
guy, somebody who thought things through and usually came to the right
decision, but this was a little... seedy. Then again, wasn't that part of
it? Hooking up with a hot, horny dude in a quiet place you weren't supposed
to? Shit like that had always given his balls a buzz. He wondered what
Dr. Daniels might think if he knew instead of playing golf with him, Drew
was in a zombie mall's family restroom, about to hook up with a hot
college-kid sales associate. Drew decided Dr. Daniels could go fuck himself
right in his Trump-voting ear.

Before he could think too much more about the whole situation, Drew heard
the sounds of footsteps coming this way, and all of a sudden, his stomach
got a little tight with nerves. Then the door pushed open, squeaking on its
hinges, and there was the kid, looking a little furtive and nervous
himself.

"Hey," the kid said in his surprisingly deep voice.

"Hey," Drew said back, giving the kid a smile to ease the tension.

"So, uh... I'm Brice," the kid said.

"I know," Drew said, nodding at the swell of the kid's left pec. "I can see
your name badge." He reached out and tapped it with his finger.

Brice looked down at his own chest, at Drew's thick forefinger tapping the
badge, so close to actually touching him, and let out a short laugh that
was half-nervous, half-relieved.

"Duh, of course," he said, looking back up to Drew, a little edgy maybel,
but still with that eager vibe Drew was feeling himself. "So, um..."

"Drew," Drew said, sticking out his hand to shake because it seemed like
the thing to do, and his hookup protocol was a little rusty. Brice smiled
and shook his hand, his grip strong and firm, his palm a little sweaty. The
action made his biceps bulge really nicely, and all of a sudden Drew was
real keen to get the kid out of his ugly polo shirt.

The handshake ended, but Brice didn't let his hand go, but didn't say
anything more, either - just kind of gazed at Drew, like he couldn't
believe his luck. Drew figured the kid had run through all his game, and he
remembered what it was like to be that age, how you could be as smooth as a
movie star with the girls, but when it came to another guy, when the cards
were on the table...

After a long moment, Brice released his hand, then got all nervous-looking
again. He turned to the sink, set his phone down on the tile shelf under
the mirror, and then seemed to just stop, like he had no idea where to go
or what to do. But he wasn't leaving - that much he seemed to know. He
looked up and met Drew's eyes in the mirror, and Drew smiled back at
him. The kid had heart, and he sure had balls, approaching Drew like he had
- he just maybe needed a little nudge along the path to get where he wanted
to be.

Brice opened his lips to say something - pretty lips, Drew thought, and the
thought became intent, and the intent became action, and he reached out and
lightly grazed his fingers down the small of the kid's back. Brice shivered
a little, and when Drew looked back up to the mirror, the kid's eyes were
big and hungry and locked on his. He watched the kid slowly turn to face
him, and as Brice parted those soft lips to try and say something again,
Drew reached over, hooked his fingers inside the waistband of his shorts,
and tugged the kid closer to him. Brice let out something like a gasp, but
he didn't resist Drew's stronger grip and bigger pull. Up close, he was
even cuter, even in the slightly dingy overhead light of the restroom. Drew
had no idea what the kid was into, but he figured the way he was looking at
him, those shapely, dusky lips parted like they were, he knew where to
start.

Drew ducked his head down towards the kid, feeling the short, excited
breaths on his face, and before either of them could talk themselves out of
it, pressed his lips to Brice's. One frozen moment later, Brice started to
kiss him back, and then they were both on their way.

*Damn, I've missed this,* Drew thought as he took the kid's trim waist in
his hands and pushed the kiss deeper, introducing his tongue to Brice's
eager mouth. Kissing a guy was different from kissing a girl - Drew didn't
think either way was necessarily better, they were just different, and each
had their own unique appeal. Right now, Brice's soft, but firm lips were
definitely appealing, and so was his tongue, wet and warm and chewing-gum
minty, a little tentative as Drew tasted him, then quickly getting with the
program and tasting him right back.

Brice gripped the back of Drew's neck and moaned a little into his mouth as
their tongues duelled, and there was no mistaking the hardness of his cock
when he bumped up against Drew's thigh. When Drew's hand slipped down of
its own accord to cup the muscular swell of the kid's ass, Brice moaned a
little deeper and hunched into him, and this time it was Drew giving the
kid the measure of his hardness, as his big dick swelled inside his shorts
and pressed into the kid's hip.

Once he was completely sure Brice was into it, wasn't just playing along
with him, but playing with him, Drew backed the kid up against the sink and
really fed him some tongue, giving him the best he had. It had been awhile
since anyone had truly gotten it, after all, and the kid seemed to love it,
moaning and hunching against him, his hands gripping the big muscles of
Drew's ex-jock ass and pulling him in tighter, sucking on his tongue,
making Drew growl lustily deep in his throat as he gave Brice more of what
he wanted.

Brice wanted more than that, of course, and so did Drew. He let out a lusty
murmur as the kid squatted down athletically in front of him, thighs
bulging against his cargo shorts, staring fixedly at the big, hard tube of
Drew's cock in his khaki shorts. The kid ran his hand over it, even the
light touch sending a sizzle all along its length, and Drew grunted
approvingly down at him.

"You weren't kidding about being a Large," Brice said, rubbing his hand
over the bulge with more intent as he looked up at Drew, and fuck, in that
moment, his face was about the cutest fuckin' thing Drew had ever
seen. Drew grinned at the compliment, nodded in a confident kind of way. He
knew what he had, and this kid wasn't the first to remark on it, but he
sure liked hearing it all the same.

"Why don't you take it out, and see for yourself?" he suggested, his voice
low and husky. Brice looked up at him, then smiled real wide, like a kid
being given permission to open a present, and Drew decided that no, now he
was the cutest fuckin' thing he'd ever seen.

"Fuck yeah, let's see what you're packin' here, big guy," Brice said, and
Drew felt all kinds of good about being buttered up like that.

He knew the kid was a little nervous still, but it barely showed in the
confident, skilled way he popped the button on Drew's shorts and tugged the
zipper down. He let out a little murmur of something like awe when the
fullness of Drew's big bulge came into view, the thickly stretched mound of
white cotton framed by his open fly. It was hot, seeing this cute little
stud get all wide-eyed at the size of him, and again Drew thought about how
he'd missed this whole vibe.

Drew wriggled his hips a little, making his shorts drop to the floor, and
Brice made another appreciative noise at the sight of Drew's white briefs,
all packed with cock and tight on his big ass. He ran his hand over the
fabric, a little tentative at first, then looked up at Drew with those
appealing eyes, and leaned in and kissed the throb of his big bulge. Drew
grunted and touched the back of the kid's head, encouraging him as he
kisssed up the length of Drew's cockbulge, then reached for the waistband.

"Shit," Brice breathed as he tugged Drew's briefs down, and there he was -
eight solid, thick inches of hard cock. It never failed to impress, and in
the moment, Drew knew this wasn't going to be the last time he shared
himself with another dude like this. He wondered if Emily would be down to
let this arrangement between them keep playing out.

Brice looked focused and determined as he took Drew's cock in his fist,
pumping the length of it with the tip of his tongue stuck out, a
single-minded young dude with a hell of a task before him. Then he looked
up at Drew with a hungry kind of awe.

"Nice fuckin' cock, bro," the kid said with something like respect in his
deep young voice, and man, Drew could get used to that kind of thing. Even
as Drew grinned down at him, Brice was tugging his cock down, dropping onto
his knees, and opening those pretty lips wide.

The kid had definitely done this before. He wasn't coming across like any
kind of expert, but definitely a skilled amateur, handling Drew with a mix
of hunger and eagerness and skill that showed through in the way he took a
couple of long, wet licks of Drew's cock, tongue curling at the base of his
head and licking that sensitive spot there a few times, making Drew start
to bubble precum. Brice grunted at that, licking the clear fluid up, and
Drew's whole cockhead throbbed with delight at the sensation. Then Brice
slipped his lips over the whole thick head, stretching a little and
grunting as he did so, lashing the underside of Drew's glans with that
agile tongue as he slurped on his thickness, and started to inch his way
down.

Skilled or not, Drew was a lot to take on the first go - he'd never had
anybody take him all the way down, and much as he was willing to give this
kid the benefit of the doubt, and he sure was rooting for him to succeed,
they both knew it was a serious job. But Brice gave it his all, one hand on
the thick root of Drew's piece, stroking him there as he inched his lips
down to meet his fist, his spit starting to slide down the hot meat of
Drew's cock, helping to slick his stroking fist. He ran his other hand up
and down the thick muscle of Drew's big thigh, grunting appreciatively when
Drew tightened the big, long muscle up for him and cupped the back of his
handsome young head as he worked.

Soon Brice's talented suckjob was starting to get noisy, all wet slurps and
smacking lips, two men's grunts adding to the chorus, starting to echo off
the bathroom tile. Brice seemed to have hit his limit maybe four or five
inches down Drew's thickness, but that was OK - he was doing a hell of a
job with what he had, all tongue and spit and sweetly suctioning lips,
backtracked with happy grunts of cocksucking pleasure as his sliding fist
handled the rest.

Drew watched the kid work, his other hand finding its way up beneath his
shirt to the stiff peak of his tit. He caressed the strong, thick muscle of
his pec, the engorged nub of his nipple, feeling the hot tingle course down
through him, meeting the one coming up from the base of his cock.

"So fuckin' good, buddy," he grunted, getting a happy noise from the kid
that buzzed all through his cock and down into his big balls. Drew went up
on the balls of his feet at the sensation, making his quads bulge even
more, making Brice squeeze them harder, and fuck, it wouldn't take all that
long if the kid kept it up like this.

Drew thought about opportunity, and seizing the moment, and much and all as
it would be hot to pump his cum down this hot kid's throat, and maybe
return the favor for him too if they had time, it almost seemed a shame to
waste a solid-gold opportunity like this. He hadn't fucked another guy's
ass since before he got married, and watching porn on his phone since then,
he always felt a kind of wistful pang at missing out on another man's
tail. He loved the shape of a guy's ass, the hardness of the muscles so
different from a woman's, the feel of hair lining the insides of a man's
cleft, the way flesh stretched tightly over the steel of the muscle
beneath.

"You like to fuck, buddy?" he grunted down to Brice, who looked up at him
with big eyes. Fuck, he looked amazing, lips all stretched around the veiny
thickness of Drew's cock, young and cute and eager. That was a face Drew
would happily frost, given the opportunity. But the kid had an ass on him
too, Drew could see the rounded, defined shape of it over his back, and
that was an even better opportunity Drew couldn't pass up. The one deal he
was definitely looking for from this whole day.

"Yeah man," Brice grunted after coming up off Drew's cock real quick,
leaving it streaked with a thick sheen of spit, stroking all the warm
wetness into the skin with his fist. His voice was thick with his spit,
guttural and deep and eager. He looked like a hot kid, but he sounded like
a man, now that the two of them had gotten the preliminaries out of the way
and were getting down to business like two men do.

"You're a big fucker, but yeah, fuck yeah," he said, staring at Drew's cock
slipping in and out of his fist. "I'll give it a shot."

Drew yanked Brice to his feet and kissed him again, quick and deep, as he
tugged at the kid's polo shirt, yanking it up to get at the button of his
shorts, palming the good-sized bulge hiding inside them. Brice pulled out
of the kiss with a husky little grunt and yanked his shirt off with a
hungry quickness that had Drew remembering some hot times back in the
day. Fuck, the kid had a body on him, all tight and defined and firm, a
jock kid who clearly knew his way around a gym, and from the even tan all
over him, liked to show off the results. Drew ran his big hands over the
kid's torso, grunting appreciatively at the old, familiar, much-missed
sensations of another guy's muscles, and the way Brice tightened up all
over for him to appreciate. At the same time, Brice was undoing and
wriggling out of his shorts, and he hadn't been lying earlier - he was an
Under Armour guy alright, throwing a very respectable hardon in a pair of
UA white boxer briefs that clung to a set of muscular thighs. Drew took the
opportunity to palm his solid young cockbulge and feed the kid his tongue
again, reachign behind him with his other hand to find the treasure he'd
been hoping for - two solid, boxy-muscled buns, flexing tight and hard for
him to rub and squeeze as they sucked face and felt each other up.

An ass like that deserved to be eaten, and Drew used his bigger body and
superior strength to manhandle the tight-bodied little stud around, the kid
clutching the sink and thrusting his ass out for Drew to drink in the
sight.

"Shit, you got a nice ass, bud," Drew grunted, running his hands over the
boxy muscles encased in the kid's UAs. Brice arched his back and pushed his
jock tail back even more at that, and Drew wasted no time stripping his
boxer briefs off, down the kid's muscular thighs and off entirely, tossing
them on the floor. Then he clapped his hands on the hard young muscles,
grunting again at the old remembered feeling of strong, solid muscles
encased in warm flesh, and dove in.

"Aw shitttt," Brice hissed, pushing his ass back to meet Drew's face as the
big guy lapped up and down his dusky, crack. Drew growled and licked the
kid deep, tongue glazing the little dark hairs in there down to his
skin. The kid tasted like a man, clean but musky and animal, and Drew's
mouth literally watered at the taste and the sensations and all the sense
memories of hazy college nights coming back in force.

The kid's pucker was tight, a little brown knot of muscle, but it yielded
to Drew's big tongue as he licked his way inside the hot little stud,
growling again and digging his long fingers deep into the muscular flesh of
the kid's globes as he worked his way up inside of him. He could hear the
kid's moans above him, husky and deep-chested, the sounds of his hands
clutching and smacking the porcelain of the sink. Drew could feel the head
of his cock, wet and throbbing as it curved back against the muscles of his
stomach, as he crouched down to really get up inside this hot kid.

"Dude, you gotta fuck me," Brice panted, hand clutching the back of Drew's
head and tugging at it. "I don't have much longer..."

That was a goddamn shame, Drew thought, but he finally retracted his tongue
with a lewd, wet *slurrrrrrrp* and slid up the kid's back, pressing the
thick, hot, dripping length of his cock up into the deep furrow of the
kid's ass. They looked each other in the eye as Brice pushed his ass back
against Drew's stiffness and let out a hungry little grunt.

"You sure about this, kid?" Drew said. "I'm a lot to take."

"Fuck," the kid grunted, a determined look on his face as he nodded. "Maybe
so. I could see it the minute you walked in. But I'm gonna give it a
fuckin' shot. Just try me."

"Attaboy," Drew grinned, smacking the solid swell of the kid's ass and
running his hand up his muscled flank.

Drew tugged his shirt off and tossed it over the sink, and savored the way
Brice's eyes got all big again as the kid took in his big frame. The thick
mounds of his stiff-nipped pecs, the solid plates of muscle that girded his
stomach, the big rounded mass of his shoulders and upper arms. Drew had
been a little dubious about CrossFit, but damn if it hadn't paid off, in
spades. Emily had dug the results, but this kid had a kind of hungry awe
for his big frame that made his cock throb along its full length.

"Jesus Christ, you're a big fucker," Brice said as he felt Drew up.

"All of me, buddy," Drew said, guiding one of Brice's hands down to his
towering, leaking cock, and he wasn't usually a super-cocky guy, but
something about this kid's almost worshipful awe brought it out in him.

"For sure, man," Brice grunted, and leaned up to press hungry lips to
Drew's, his tongue lashing inside his mouth, as he fisted Drew's big cock
to prime his pump some more.

Brice retrieved a rubber and a little bottle of lube from his pocket, and
seemed a little embarrassed when Drew chuckled at how prepared he was.

"I come up here to rub a load out sometimes," the kid said, blushing a
little, nodding at the bottle of lube.

"Right on, bro," Drew chuckled, holding out his fist for Brice to bump,
which the kid did with a big boyish grin. Brice held his eyes as he tore
the rubber open with his teeth, breaking eye contact just long enough to
pull it from the foil and settle it on the big head of Drew's cock.

"Shit, this might not be big enough," Brice muttered, and damn Drew loved
hearing that.

"Only one way to find out," he said, pulling the kid's handsome head in to
kiss him again as Brice rolled the rubber slowly down Drew's pulsing shaft.

Drew spotted the baby change table out of the corner of his eye, and
laughed to himself, into Brice's hungry mouth.

"What, man?" Brice panted as Drew broke the kiss and reached for the
table's handle.

"My wife's about to have our first kid," Drew said. "Probably gonna be
using these things a lot, so might as well figure them out now."

Brice got all big-eyed at that, eyes flicking down to Drew's wedding ring.

"Ah man," he said. "Shit, I didn't know -"

"It's cool," Drew said, reaching out to manhandle the kid's solid,
throbbing cock for the first time. A respectable young dude dick, nicely
thick, a little over six handsome inches. Felt good, throbbing in his
hand. "She's cool. We're cool. C'mon."

Drew tugged on the baby change table, and it seemed solid enough, so he
patted the surface, and watched with an amused grin as Brice put one knee
up on it tentatively, then hauled the rest of himself up onto it, chuckling
a little nervously. That gave Drew another sterling view of the kid's ass,
the boxy muscles shifting as he moved, and he stroked his big, sweaty palms
over the dusky-skinned globes. Brice stopped moving and let him have at it,
letting out a grunt as Drew spread those fine glutes open, then hocked up a
wad of spit and shot it right at his little brown pucker. Drew rubbed it
into the kid's already spitshined hole with one big thumb, pushing inside
him a little, then squirted a stream of lube over the top of that, working
it inside the kid's tight, hot little hole. He was a big guy, and
considerate, and he'd had plenty of experience prepping a partner for his
thickness. This kid was no different, and Drew made sure to get him good
and slick, until the dark hair lining his trench was matted down and shiny
with lubey slickness. And then, it was time for the big show to start.

The kid had been tight around his tongue and his fingers, and felt even
tighter around his cock as Drew carefully, but determinedly pressed it
inside of him. He rubbed the strong muscles of Brice's back as the kid's
instincts kicked in and he tried to tense up, and kept on pressing, feeling
the kid's buttery, slick hole starting to give, to open up to him once
more. Then all of a sudden, the kid's hole gave, and Drew was pushing
inside his hot, slick tightness, both of them grunting, Brice's more of a
moan, as Drew took his trim hips in hand and kept on pressing inside. All
the old technique came back to him, things he'd filed away in the
spank-bank portion of his memories, his eyes savoring the sight of the
kid's back muscles shifting and tensing, the muscles of his ass spreading
open, the sight of his big wet fuckstick breaching the jock kid's hole, and
slipping further and further on in.

"God damn, buddy," Drew grunted through clenched teeth as he felt Brice's
insides pulsating around him, gripping him like hot velvet as they opened
to him, letting him go deeper and deeper. Brice just moaned back, out of
pleasure or discomfort Drew couldn't tell, but when he reached underneath
him, he could feel how hard the kid was.

*Fuck, I've missed bottoms,* Drew thought, and smiling to himself, fed
Brice's hole the last of his eight inches.

"You took it all, stud," Drew murmured, running an appreciative hand over
the fine muscles of Brice's back as he let the kid get used to him,
throbbing and pulsing all around his cock.

"Fuckin' shit," Brice grunted, looking over his shoulder and up at Drew,
his forehead all dewy with sweat. "You big fuck."

"Damn right," Drew grinned, throbbing his cock inside the kid, watching his
eyes get all unfocused as he moaned, then clenched all around Drew's cock
in response.

"C'mon, fuck me then, man," Brice grunted, his eyes all lusty again.

"Yeah kid?" Drew said, throbbing him again, and loving the eager nod he got
in response.

"Yeah," Brice grinned, rotating his hips a little. "Fuck me with that
big-ass cock, Daddy," he said, and Drew never would've expected the fucking
charge he got from being called that. He growled in response, smacked the
kid's ass with a solid hand, making the flesh jiggle in a way that made his
balls sing, and started to give the kid what he wanted.

Brice wanted a lot, maybe more than he thought he did at first, and Drew
sure had plenty to give him. The kid was built to fuck, or more precisely,
to get fucked, working his fine jockboy ass, his hips, the muscles in his
back and arms bulging under his tawny skin. Soon enough, the rhythmic
smack-smack-smack of Drew's hips against Brice's ass started to fill the
room, echoing back off the tiles. Drew's legs and ass were getting a total
workout, up on the balls of his feet to keep hitting the kid's insides just
right, and he relished the glowing burn inside them meeting up with the
sizzle along the length of his cock. But he was starting to hear the creak
of the change table's hinges, too, and maybe if Brice's weight were more
evenly distributed...

"Roll over, bro," Drew panted, pulling out of Brice in one long, smooth
motion, patting the kid's hip, then taking hold of it to help guide him
over. "Wanna see you when I make you cum."

"Ah fuck you're hot," Brice grunted, shaking his head like he couldn't
believe it, as he rolled onto his back and let Drew grab hold of his hips
and drag his ass to the edge of the table.

"Yeah, so are you, bud," Drew growled, grinning down at him lustily as he
lined the head of his cock up to Brice's pouty hole again, and slid on back
inside of him.

Face to face gave Brice a chance to feel Drew up all over again, exploring
the pump he was getting from fucking the kid, and god, it was addictive,
getting explored and admired like that from somebody who was new to him and
his body. He returned the favor, big hands all over Brice's torso, hard
young muscles densely packed under his tawny skin. He'd almost forgotten
how good it felt to explore another guy, knowing he could really use his
hands, feel him up properly, be strong with him, and that this built young
dude could take it and ask for more. He reached up to tweak the kid's tits,
and Brice writhed and moaned and fucked back against him as best he could.

Drew took hold of Brice's muscular calves and hoisted the kid's legs up,
keeping hold of them as he fucked deep inside of him, his hips taking over
from his head, delivering the fuck both of them needed him to give. Brice
reached up and tweaked his big, stiff nips, making Drew growl and thrust
harder and deeper, in turn making Brice moan and smile and close his eyes
in pleasure as he spurred the big guy on.

"Fuck, you're gonna make me cum, man," the kid panted, looking up at Drew,
his eyebrows drawn together, mouth hanging open as he panted. "C'mon, big
guy. Fuck me off, bro."

"Yeah, you want Daddy to fuck the cum outta you, huh kid?" Drew grinned,
and Brice moaned louder and grabbed for his tits again, the hot intensity
of his lust written all over his handsome young face.

Shit, Drew was ready. Maybe if they were someplace more comfortable, more
private, had more time, he could really luxuriate in his return to
manfucking, really make this kid's toes curl, take it long and deep and go
for a couple loads apiece, just like the good old days. But what him and
this kid had right now, all horny and furtive and urgent, was hot in its
own right, hot and lusty and sweaty, meant to to be all fast and hungry. He
let go of one of Brice's hard-muscled calves and reached down for the kid's
handsome cock, spitting in his palm as he went and wrapping it around the
hot, throbbing hardness of the young dude's piece, making Brice moan all
over again and bite his lip. God, but it felt good to hold another man's
cock in his hand again, feel the throb and heat of it, the topography of
veins ridging the shaft, the pulsing, leaking sponginess of his cockhead.

Brice grabbed his other hand and pulled it back to his stiff brown tit,
hooking his calves over Drew's big shoulders, which changed the angle of
Drew's cock, making them both moan as he hit him inside in all kinds of new
ways. Drew didn't need to be told what this hot little fucker needed. He
jacked Brice's sturdy cock with one hand, pinched his engorged nip with the
other, and grinned down at the handsome young stud.

"Show me how you cum, buddy," he growled at him. "Cum for Daddy."

"Aw SHIT!!!" Brice hollered, writhing under Drew's hands, and started to
pump his cum, his cock throbbing in Drew's spit-slicked grasp, shooting hot
creamy jets up the dusky clutch of his abs, up between his pecs, panting
and moaning and clutching Drew's cock rhythmically with his insides as he
spurted his young jock seed.

Drew was surprised at how quickly that triggered him off, moaning deep in
his chest as he felt his cock fuck past the tipping point, thrusting up
hard inside the kid's hot, clutching guts and blasting off inside the
rubber. He held on tight to the kid's writhing form as he shot what felt
like the biggest load he'd spent in a good six months or more, feeling
fresh sweat break out on his forehead as his cock hummed and throbbed and
squirted its payload.

The change table creaked under them again as Brice flopped back, muscled
young chest heaving, glowing with his cum and sweat, and Drew leaned
forward to rest on his hands, either side of the kid's good-looking
head. His cock continued to throb inside the warm clutch of Brice's
hole. He wasn't sure if he was ever going to go soft. He wasn't sure he
ever wanted to.

"Fuuuuuuck, dude," Brice panted, grinning up at him, fingers playing with
the cum streaked up his muscular torso. Drew grinned back at him and
nodded, his big chest heaving as he finally regulated his breath, starting
to feel his big piece softening. He worked it slowly, reluctantly back out
of Brice's well-fucked hole, then skinned the rubber off carefully.

"Shit, man, you came a fuckin' bucket," Brice said, sitting up to look at
the heavy load making the tip of the rubber hang low. Drew gave him an
amused look as the kid hefted the suspended rubber in his palm, and grinned
up at him almost admiringly.

"You fuckin' stud," Brice said, nodding. "No wonder you're gonna be a
daddy."

Suddenly Drew felt a little uneasy about having told the kid that. There'd
been no need for him to know. But shit, he was proud of himself. For being
a man, for creating another life, and hell, for still being able to fuck
this hot young dude well, just like he used to.

Still got it, bud, he thought to himself and smiled.

"Pretty fuckin' studly yourself, bro," Drew said, and Brice gave him that
cute-sexy grin and curled up to kiss him again.

Clean-up didn't take long, Brice looking mildly panicked when he checked
his phone.

"Shit man, I gotta get moving," he said, tugging his store polo over his
head and tucking it into his shorts. "Boss'll have my ass if I'm late back
from break."

"Twice in one day, huh," Drew said, winking at him in the mirror as he
smoothed his own shirt down, made sure he was all squared away. Brice
rolled his eyes at him, but laughed.

"Fuck, I should be so lucky," he said, turning to look Drew over again,
like he was committing his big, handsome form to memory. He paused a
minute, then added a little hesitantly, "I'm done at 4, if you get another
chance..."

Drew thought about it, already feeling a tingle of interest deep in his
belly. Pictured him pounding another load out of this hot young dude in the
back seat of his rented SUV, behind the dark-tinted glass, maybe out in the
deserted loading docks behind the dead Sears.

"Maybe," Drew said, thinking for a second about his in-laws' big, empty
house, the stifling quiet of their gated community. Thinking already about
the hot, sweaty tightness of Brice's young musculature, the throb of his
eager young cock in Drew's fist. How that hard young dick might taste. How
long it had been since his last time with another guy, and how long it
might be before his next shot at it.

"I'm here another few days yet," he said, relishing the way Brice grinned
at that. "Here, put your number in my phone, and we'll see what happens."

Once they were both straightened out, Brice led the way to the door. As he
was leaving, Drew looked to the wall behind the bay change station. DILFS
RULE, somebody had scrawled there in spiky letters with a Sharpie. In a
funny way, it felt like a portent of his whole future.

"Fuck yeah we do," Drew murmured to himself, grinning as he followed Brice
out the door.

--The End--