Big Box Store hookup

You always hear about the hookups available with the tradesmen you find in those big box hardware stores, but like the penthouse forum letters of our youth, you never think they’re true.  And if they’re true, they never happen to you (well me).  I’m not a tradesman, but a pretty good handyman, DIY guy.  What I’m not much good at is flirting – completely clueless most of the time. I always joke, you’d need to hit me in the face with your dick for me to have a clue.

But there was something in the air this day.  I headed into the store and over to aisle 18 – electrical, I needed to replace some light fixtures and needed some supplies.  He was there.  Tall, dark hair, wearing tan overalls and a white tee, stained with sweat and dust.  He looked up as I walked down the aisle and those sea green eyes sparkled in the store lighting. I got a little lost in them for a moment.  We nodded but didn’t say anything. I found the pieces I was looking for and headed next to the paint aisle, I needed some polyfil or plaster mix to patch the ceiling around the repaired lights and then I needed to look at paint, I’d have to paint the whole ceiling.  I wasn’t paying attention to my surroundings and reached for some poly and my hand encountered someone else’s hand. My eyes followed the hand to the arm, up to the face and those sparkling sea green eyes.

We both laughed and I pulled my hand away first. 

I headed next to the actual lighting section to pick out the new fixtures.  I needed two ceiling pieces and a bathroom wall mounted fixture.  I’m looking through the lights when a deep voice says, “that’s a good ceiling fixture – great for bedrooms.”

I look up and into those sea green eyes again. 

“Are you following me?” I asked with a smile on my face.

“I just might be,” he replies with laughter in those eyes.

“Seriously, though, you’ve used this fixture before?”

“Yeah on a few projects it’s pretty reliable.”

“Great. I appreciate the help.”

I put the two ceiling fixtures in my cart, I see he’s got similar items in his.

“We seem to be on the same mission today.” I say to him and we both laugh. 

I turn to find the wall mount I need for the bathroom and I see he’s moving off and I call out, “Have good day.” He turns and I wave.

I grab that last light fixture and I realize I need to piss like a racehorse.  I wheel my buggy up to the front and park it near the registers then walk through to the bathrooms.  I point out my cart to a staff member and tell her I’ll be right back to check out.

I walk into the bathroom and grab a spot at a urinal, the one right up beside the stalls. 

I’m mid stream when someone else walks in.  And, you guessed it, it’s old green eyes.  Only not so old, very handsome and he rushed up to a urinal, he grabs the one right beside me.  There are partitions between so I’m not to annoyed at the lack of bathroom etiquette and well he’s cute.

He leans a bit toward me, “Sorry,” he says, “I really had to go and didn’t have time to pick a spot.”

“No worries.” I tell him and I look back at him to see he’s peering over the top of the barrier, which is only shoulder height on me, at my cock as it streams out its flow.

“That’s a nice cock,” he says, which is kind of surprise because I’m a grower and soft I don’t show well at all.

He takes a step back, as he’s still pissing and his cock comes into view, he hangs about five inches soft, I think he’s cut, at least the foreskin is skinned back if he’s not. 

“Nice.” I reply.  I’m finishing now and the last drops are shaking off. He’s still going, I can hear the stream, but a hand comes around the barrier and reaches for my cock.  He grabs it and gives it a tug.  He must have finished as he steps back, leans down and engulfs my cock into his mouth, right there at the urinals. 

He pulls off my cock, which is now rock hard, and stands, how own cock is now hard, it didn’t grow that much but sits at a nice 7ish inches.  Bigger than my own six incher.  He’s stroking my cock, when we hear voices outside the bathroom – which don’t have exterior doors, just a cornered entrance.

“Follow me,” he says and leads the way down to the last stall, the handicap stall.  It’s not occupied, and we both enter, he locks the door.  In seconds he’s on his knees, my pants around my ankles and he’s sucking my cock again.  I lean back against the safety bar beside the toilet and just enjoy the feeling of his soft, moist mouth on my cock.  He’s talented and in minutes he’s got me close to the edge.  And he knows that. He pulls off my cock and stands.  He drops his overalls he’d been poking out of the fly until then. He steps out of the overalls and his cock is waving free, he’d been commando under them.

I drop to my knees and pull his cock into my mouth, licking the head, he is cut, now that he’s hard the circumcision scar is more noticeable.  I start on his head and work my tongue around the crown, then down the underside of his shaft, to his ball, they’re shaved, and I suck them one by one into my mouth.  I work back up his shaft to the take his cock fully into my mouth, down to his tightly trimmed pubes. I ride his cock with my mouth for several minutes, massaging his balls with one hand and probing his ass with the other. He’s moaning fairly loudly for such a public space.

I pull off his cock and spin him round, I push him into the wall and let my tongue probe into his ass, then I add fingers and I’m double fucking him, fingers and tongue.  He reaches back and pulls his cheeks apart to give me better access, which I take advantage of and dig deeper.

“Fuck me,” he pleads, after a few minutes.

I stand and stroke my cock a couple of times, spit down onto it and spit onto his asshole, fingering it in, then position myself and force my cock into him.  He’s tight and my cock stalls about halfway in. He’s clamped down on me and I’m held in place.  I kiss the back of his neck, reach around, and stroke his cock slowly, then I bite his earlobe and that does the trick, he’s pushing back onto me and I’m sinking all the way into him.

I settle into my new home and rest fully in him.  He flexes his ass around me and I’m still stroking his cock. He moans again.  I pull out, almost all the way, until just my head remains then I push back, I do that a few times, picking up my pace until I’m fucking him hard.  I know we’re both close and neither of us is holding back.  If feel his cock pulse in my hand and I feel his hot cum spurt out, some onto my fingers, most onto the wall and floor.  And I empty my load into his ass, draining my balls and filling him.

I lean down and across is back, kiss the back of his neck again, then pull out and step back. I pull up my pants and he grabs his overalls and steps into them. 

“I’m usually here on Thursdays about this time. Look for me.” He unlocks the door and he’s gone, his cum still dripping and running down the wall.  I leave it where it is, step out, wash my hands and head to the check out.  My buggy is still there, though we’ve been close to half an hour in there.  I get a knowing wink for the staff member I’d spoken to before. There is no sign of green eyes.   And I realize I never got a name, number or anything but a vague promise to meet again on Thursday.  Oh well, I’ll have to come back next Thursday and see if I can’t get lost in those sea green eyes again.