I was in line at the local Stop N Pop. I had picked up a few things, box of salad, bag of apples and three packs of chicken- gotta keep the protein flowing to keep my massive muscled up body looking good. And I did look good- six feet two, buzz cut brown hair, deep blue eyes, full five o’clock shadow on my cut jaw. My chest was pushing the boundaries of my Ten Thousand tactical shirt, my guns snug up against the sleeves, causing them to ride up, my pecs flat and cut under the green material. I had on my 3-inch inseam lifting shorts, my at rest dick still bulged out. On my feet I had trainer with short socks, showing off my hairy legs. As I got in line, I sensed someone behind me. I turned and it was one of the store employees pulling a rack of chips behind me.
“Close your line, Tyler!” The girl yelled to the cashier. A muscled up young pup looked up from checking the woman in front of me. He smiled a broad, cocky smile and flipped off his light.
“Want me to go to another line?” I asked. The kid shook his head as he clearly took stock of me. I felt my cock begin to chub, but the kid went back to ringing stuff up.
Just then my phone dinged. As the woman in front of me paid I fished out my phone and saw that it was one of my favorite subs texting.
“Sir, seeing if you are around for some worshipping.”
I snickered. This guy was always so horny. I put my phone back, no need to get into it in the middle of the grocery store. The phone dinged again.
“Please sir, Please Daddy, I need it bad. I want to be cash fucked by your big dick so bad.”
That shit made me mad. I must have scowled.
“Find everything ok sir? Were we out of something?” A voice said. It was “Taylor” the cashier. I looked up from my phone, he was smiling. I laughed.
“Huh? Oh, yeah, no got everything.” I went back to my phone.
“Glad to hear that Sir, looks like you’re stocking up on protein. I bet this lasts you, what... one meal?”
I looked back up. The kid was built, that was for sure, probably knew what he was talking about. He was probably at least 5’ 10”, stocky, young face but all muscle body. Big arms peeked out from under his t shirt, a big chest beneath that stupid apron they make them wear here.
“Yeah kid, that’s just a snack for tonight.”
“I bet sir, you’re jacked as fuck... uh, I mean, jacked Sir.” He blushed. It was adorable and my cock was busy getting hard as fuck.
“Heh, say kid, you wanna see something funny as shit?”
I held my phone up so he could read it. He leaned over and scanned the screen, his eyes registering confusion.
“Wha? What does that even mean?” His polite store-trained demeanor fell and I could hear his cocky late teens voice for real.
“What part don’t you follow kid?” I said, grinning. “Never had a fag ride your cock?”
Taylor blushed again. “Uh... well, not really... I mean, sure. But what is, uh, cahsfuck mean?”
“This is a text from my fag kid. What do you think it means?”
“Uh... I dunno... that he wants to get fucked by you?”
My dick was rock hard and the fat mushroom head was threatening to slip out the bottom.
“Yes... and...”
“And?”
“The cash part.”
“He wants money to fuck you?”
“Not exactly...”
The kid’s eyes went wide. “Wait, you mean, he wants to pay you to fuck him?”
“Almost there kid. Actually he just wants to give me cash. No fucking needed.”
“What?” The kid’s voice was low.
“He wants to give me money while he spunks out.”
“Seriously? That sounds like kinda bullshit... sir.” Taylor said.
I laughed, the kid had cheek.
“Want me to show you kid?”
“Show me...?”
“I can show you how this works. Maybe you can do the same one day. I bet guys would love to pay to jerk off to you telling them what a fag they are... Right?”
“I dunno, sounds, I dunno, mean.”
“Naw man, they fucking love it. Watch.” I flipped the phone to face me and hit V2T.
“Hey fag, I’m at the store right now. Not a good time.”
The reply came almost instantly.
Ding! “Sorry sir, just naked and stroking.”
“Damn!” Taylor said. I smiled. I hit reply.
“You dripping faggot?”
Ding! “God yes sir, so hard.”
“Wanna spurt fagboy?”
Ding! “So bad sir... so bad.”
“Well, too bad kid, I gotta pay for these groceries, could be a long time before I get home...”
Ding! “Oh God sir, please.”
“You know what you need to do faggot.”
Ding !“Can I do it later sir?”
“Hands off your pathetic little boy junk! No more until you figure it out! I'm busy”
A whole 20 seconds went by. Taylor opened his mouth to say something but I put my hand up and smiled.
Ding! “uhhh, Sir, I could... could I ... do you”
“Spit it out faggot!”
Ding! “Please let me pay for your groceries sir!”
Taylor gave a low whistle. “Damn... You gonna let him?”
My smile grew wider and I put the phone down on the checkout.
“How long should we make him wait... Taylor?” I said, casually flicking the kid’s name tag. He laughed, a cocky evil laugh. I could grow to like this kid.
“Think he’s stroking his meat... Sir?” He said in a low voice.
“Guarantee it, but he won’t spurt until I tell him. Let’s play with his ass some.” I picked up the phone.
“Ok, here’s the deal fag, you Venmo me the total... uh, 52.34 plus... add $25 for the cashier. He deserves a little tribute too.”
Ding! “The cashier?”
“Yes faggot, the cute jock I’ve been sharing my phone messages with while he checks me out... and rings up my groceries.” Taylor chuckled.
Ding! “Oh God sir, you’re showing this to a complete stranger?”
“Yes faggot, now pay up, $77.34. You have 30 seconds or I block your ass for a whole month!”
It was not even 15 seconds, the little faggot must have had the Venmo app open.
Ding!” Oh God, done sire, can I spunk, please let me!”
I checked my Venmo, there was the $77.34
“Not so fast wimp. Not done playing with you, stand by and hands off your prick!”
I turned to Taylor, who stood there slacked jawed. I reached over and grabbed an Amazon card.
“Here kid, $25 for you, add it to my total.”
In a daze he rang it up.” Uh... $77.34 sir...” I put my phone up and paid it.
“That’s how you treat a worthless faggot kid. Maybe you learned something today?”
The kid smiled. “Fuck yes sir.”
My dick was leaking and hard. I carried the bag of groceries at my side, I didn't care who saw my shorts tenting out with my fat dick. It made me that much hornier when I caught some suburban Dad checking me out. I made it out to my truck and threw the bag in the passenger side. As I climbed in, I heard a voice behind me.
“Uh sir! Sir! You left your receipt!” IT was Taylor, out of breath, smiling. I shifted in my seat, swung my legs out of the cab and spread my legs. The tip of my fat dick poking out from the bottom of the workout shorts. The young man’s eyes bulged out.
I arched my eyebrows as his eyes met mine. He smiled.
“May I sir?” he said. I liked this kid already, but his combination of cockiness and deference was making me ache.
“You ever?” I asked. He nodded.
“You know, buds and me get bored...” He knelt and carefully pushed up the leg of my shorts, freeing more of my rock hard cock. He leaned in but I put my hand on his forehead. He looked up, confused. I smiled, held up my finger.
Wait.
I picked up my phone and tagged my faggot de jure. It dinged quickly, the poor little fag was desperately waiting.
Ding! “Yes sir?” I showed the phone to Taylor who gave a small chuckle. My dick burped. This kid...
“Turn on facetime” I ordered. The screen flickered and the face of my fag was there. I swung the phone around and gave him the view of my dick and the top of Taylor’s head.
“The cashier has agreed to suck me off faggot.” I dictated.
Ding! “Yes sir, may I watch?”
“Will you be jerking that pathetic cock?”
A hesitation. Then- ding! “Yes sir?”
“Good faggot, but before you do, I think you are forgetting something.”
Ding! “Yes Sir?”
“Don’t be dense boi, I am giving you the unimaginable joy of watching a better man than you suck me off. Do you think you are man enough to just sit back and watch that without showing appreciation?”
Ding! “No Sir. Yes Sir, Right Away Sir!”
A few seconds later my Venmo chimed. $100. The fag knew this was special. I showed Taylor the screen, he laughed out loud and bent his head down. I flipped the phone back around and again stopped his head with my hand. I think I heard him give a small moan as his mouth hung inches from my fat drooling dick.
“Nice faggot, very nice. But I think you are forgetting about this nice young man here. Think about what he is doing for you. Since you are too pathetic and scared to meet me IRL, this better man will take your place. What do you think of that?”
Ding! “I appreciate it Sir. Please tell the real man thank you.”
“Tell him yourself.”
Ding! “Thank you, young man.”
“No, no, no, not like that you worthless piece of shit.”
Another hesitation, then the Venmo chime. $50. Marked “To thank the real man at your knees.”
I showed it to Taylr, who moaned loudly and forced his head down hard against my hand. I relented and felt my cock head slip into his mouth. I could not help grunting. The whole scene had gotten my horny as all fuck. My dick was angry hard and leaking copiously. Taylor was eager, not perfect, but eager and made up for a lack of finesse with a deep hunger. As I growled, he growled back. I held the phone so it caught Taylor slurping on my fat dick, now free of the confinement of the shorts.
I felt my balls beginning to boil, I knew this would be a quick one, too hard a workout earlier and too much nasty fun since then- my balls were done fucking around, they needed to blast.
With a might grunt and a firm hand on the back of the muscled up cashier’s head, I tensed up and felt my balls empty out several large spurts of cash-god honey into the kid’s mouth. He tried his best, but my load was too mighty and soon a little bit escaped his mouth despite his valiant sucking.
Then, with a gasp, I pulled him off my dick and watched as he raced his fingers to his mouth to catch the strand of cum leaking over his lips.
I shut the phone off as I heard the faggot on the other end give a pitiful cry as he blasted his own nuts.
I turned to the cashier. “You ok kid?”
He smiled broadly. “Fuck Mister, I guess so. Damn you spurted a lot of batter just now. Fuck you were loaded.”
“You know it kid, and you took it like a champ. I really needed that, thanks.”
“Thank you, sir.” He said, flashing that million-dollar smile.
“I have to get going kid but give me your number I'll send over the faggot’s tip.”
He gave me his digits and I sent him the $50. I paid the fees, least I could do.
“Thanks Sir. Uh, so this was fun.”
“Fuck yes it was kid. You handled my Daddy dick like a pro. We should hook up again.”
“I’d like that sir, only, I uh, well... I guess I don't really make a lot at the Cum n Go and I uh... Don't want to insult you or any-”
I put my finger to his lips.
“Shhh kid, relax. A real man like yourself can have fun with me any time. It’s just those worthless cash fags that need to pay. I’ll be happy to roll around with you anytime.” I smiled and let me hand slide down is chest and around his side. I grabbed one of his well muscled cheeks in the back. “Besides, I uh, think you have something I could work with that is better than cash any day.”