Gay Encouner With Marco

I had an unusual experience the other day. I wanted film for my camera and decided to walk to the Eckerds near my home. I live only about two blocks from a mall that has a Publix, an Eckerds and a number of places that I go often.

I was passing behind Publix, crossing the loading dock where they have all the plastic milk cases things stacked up, when a guy stepped out of the delivery door and began loading some stuff onto a dolly. Well, this guy is one I knew from shopping. He was one of the carry-outs whose name was Marco. On a couple of occasions he had carried groceries for me, and I always tried to strike up a conversation because Marco is unbelievably good-looking.

Marco is about seventeen or eighteen. He is no bigger than about five feet ten inches, but tends to look a little bigger until you get close to him because he is in such good shape. I asked him once if he worked out, and he told me that all the hard work he ever did was unloading trucks. Well, whatever he does for exercise it works. Marco is one of those thick-bodied guys. His shoulders are wide and bulky looking. His waist is lean, but not narrow and his general build might be called stocky if he was the least bit overweight. He is not, though and he is great looking. He is dark, sort of olive-skinned with black, curly hair that looks like it was sculpted rather than just cut like everybody else's. He is handsome. He has a round sort of face with high wide cheekbones. His nose just misses being large, but is finely shaped. His lips are wide and bow-shaped and his chin is firm. His eyes, though, are the biggest turn-on for me. They are dark brown and wide-set under arching brows. They have a slightly down-turned look about them that make him look a little sleepy-sad at all times. What a heart-breaker!

To my delight, Marco spoke to me without waiting for me to say hello. It was just a friendly hello from him, but I turned it into an invitation to stop and chat for a minute.

He was loading some boxes and things, and I sort of stood back and watched. Marco's arms are impressively muscular. Watching him pick things up, seeing his muscles flex was impressive. The fact that he was wearing a pair of very tight black jeans that looked like they had been painted on his ass helped out too. Seeing him bend and flex, left me practically drooling.

He knew it. He was actively teasing me after a few minutes. It didn't take long before we both knew what was going on, and we dropped pretenses. I asked him when he got off work, and he said he couldn't wait that long. He led me inside, after looking around carefully, and we went to a small room with some huge empty shelves and nothing else. He locked us in, and things got serious. Marco started undressing, and so did I. For me it was easy, I just peeled down my cutoffs and started to lift off my t- shirt. Marco stepped up and did it for me. As he dropped my shirt, he reached down and squeezed my cock, which was already hard as stone, and gave me one of his killer smiles. Those eyes, that face, that gleaming smile, just clawed at my heard. Damn, but I wanted him!

He stepped back, dropping his apron, and unbuttoning his shirt. I helped him with his shirt, just as he had with mine, and took the chance to run my hands across his shoulders and down his arms. I squeezed his biceps and that smile turned into a grin... he knew what I was thinking... that his arms were damn near as big as my legs. I went on touching him and he just sort of stood back and let me. I ran my hands down his sides, feeling the solid muscle of his belly and brought my palms up to cup his pecs. Marco was even more muscular than I had imagined. He looked great with clothes on, he looked even better with them off and that is kind of rare.

I reached down and unbuckled his belt. As I undid his zipper, he slid his jeans down and I reached for a handful of ass. I stood there a while, my fingertips under the soft cloth of his shorts, pulling him close to me. I pressed my hips against his, and felt my cock dig into his belly. He pressed his face against the side of my neck and his lips brushed my skin. We stood there like that for a long time, just enjoying the feel of each other (he had his hands on my ass by now). As he squeezed my ass I thought that it would make a great poster. I have a nice ass (Marc and Josh say so) and it is as pale white as the rest of me. Marco's strong dark hands cupping my cheeks and squeezing had to look as good as it felt. It just had to. He broke it up by turning his face up and teasing my earlobe with his tongue.

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At that point I couldn't stand it any longer and I went to my knees in front of him. As I pulled his bright white shorts down across his olive skin I got my first look at his cock. My first look was disappointing, because it's not very long. His cock stood up hard against his flat stomach muscles and looked very inviting, but it was only five or so inches long. I had always hoped he carried a monster around inside those jeans. What he lacked in length though he made up for in width. Most guys are maybe two inches across and Marco was lots bigger. Tell you what, though, Marco's cock was good to look at. Lots of guys have cocks with really rough texture. You know, lots of veins and sort of crinkly looking skin or real loose wrinkly looking skin or something. Well Marco's cock was smooth as silk and topped off by a perfect dark head that just demanded the attentions of my tongue.

No matter what size it was it was a good size to suck, and I got it into my mouth right away!

Marco reached up behind him and grabbed a shelf over his head. Using that to brace himself he spread his feet wide and began arching his body to give me lots of room to work his cock. He began to thrush his hips to match my sucking and things got really hot. Marco's dick may not be long, but it was one Hell of a mouthfull! That cock filled my whole mouth! I had to work hard to keep my jaws far enough apart, and tongue action was a whole different job than the usual. With that big mass of meat in my mouth I couldn't help making a lot of noise, but it turned out great. The sucking sounds really turned Marco on and he began to really get into it. He let go of the shelf with one hand, and twined his fingers into the hair at the back of my head. He began to whisper Suck it! Suck it! while pressing my face into his trusting hips. I did what he said and sucked even harder. I dug my fingers into his ass and helped his thrusting while he pressed even harder on the back of my head. I was taking every inch of his velvet smooth cock into my mouth and sucking for all I was worth. He just kept pumping and pumping while I sucked harder and harder.

Suddenly he reached his peak, let go of the shelf above his head and with both hands captured my head against his groin. I had the full length of his cock in my mouth and felt him bending forward over me. I took my index finger and found his asshole, pushing gently inside just as he shot long streams of cum against the back of my throat. He groaned, loud, and just kept humping against my mouth. I sucked harder still, and teased the underside of his cock to milk out every drop of cum he could give me. With a still louder groan, he stepped back, and his softening cock slipped away from me. Marco reached down and tousled my hair as I looked up at him. He turned away, and reached down and began pulling up his jeans. I told him wait a minute! What about me? He just said that it took a lot longer than he thought and he had to get back to work.

I just looked stunned, I guess, and tried to salvage things a bit. I told him I lived nearby, and how about coming over after work. He told me he had things to do, but if I wanted, I could come back here on Saturday. He didn't work again until Saturday and things were usually slow. I guess my look said it all, because he just looked at me and shrugged. He pulled on his apron and headed out the door leaving me there naked as Hell and pissed off. I got dressed and went home, forgetting to go to the drug store as I had originally intended. I've never had anything else to do with Marco, and if he notices me in the store he goes the other way. He's beautiful, but what an asshole!

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