1. David, the pharmacy guy


    Date: 11/30/2017, Categories: Gay, Author: bobapple, Source: LushStories

    David started working at our local pharmacy about two years ago. He is a really cute guy, maybe five foot ten inches tall with a linebacker's build, solid and thick. I always wondered what kind of a package he had concealed under his long, lab coat. Several months ago he’d suggested a spray for my sore throat. I wanted to discuss this medication with him sometime and one Friday afternoon proved to be the right time. There were two people working behind the counter. I took a bottle of the spray off the shelf, walked over to him and said, "Can I talk to you about this spray?" "Sure, come into the consulting room." We go into the room, and he closes the door. There is a desk and two chairs, and we sit across from each other. I hold the spray and explain to him that it did not work too well. The spray never hit the back of my throat, only my tongue and the roof of my mouth. I tell him that it would be better as a liquid gargle instead of a spray. "Well, we have that too. We were probably out of it when I recommended the spray.” “Okay, that makes sense.” I nod. “I’ve sprayed a lot into a cup and then used it as a gargle.” He says, "Yes, that would work, it's the same stuff." Now that I am nearly a septuagenarian, I sometimes blurt out stuff out of the blue. "It also has a numbing effect,” I whisper. “What it would be good for is if your wife or girlfriend was giving you a blow job, you could spray it on your cock and then you would last a long time before you would cum." He ...
    laughs and says, "Well, actually, I am gay, but I guess my boyfriend and I could try it and see if it works." "For sure,” I reply. "Who's the hung guy in your relationship?" He chuckles. "Well, that would be me I guess." He is blushing, his face turning quite pink and his ears red. I spread my hands about six inches apart on the desk and ask, "How big?" Proudly, he replies, "More than six inches long and five inches thick." “Wow, that's great. Maybe someday you'll show it to me?" “Hell, I'm not shy,” he says. I guess his pink face is not through embarrassment but excitement. “I'll show you now." He stands and unbuttons his lab coat. After undoing his belt, he unzips, reaches in and pulls out his cock and balls. He is cut. Like he said, his shaft is thick and it tapers to a narrow pointy pink tip. I reach across the desk and wrap my fingers around the base of his cock. I stroke it gently towards the head. I do it slowly. And I do it again. Since there is no objection, I do it again and again. I hold his balls in my other hand and fondle them while continuing to stroke his growing erection. Steadily, he reaches what appears to be his maximum length and thickness. His erect cock is impressive, standing to attention, pointing towards his stomach. It has a slight upward curve and it feels good, pulsating in my hand, thick, hard and hot. His nuts feel good too. He’s clearly enjoying my hand job, gasping and moaning softly, before he suddenly grabs a tissue from the box on the desk. He ...
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