Erotic Stories #20: The Stockroom Chronicles

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The Stockroom Chronicles

Fresh out of high school I landed a job in a popular chain store that sold everything from clothing to hardware. I was hired for a sales position in the shoe department. Between working as Al Bundy and taking full units in college I had no time for a social life, let alone romance or even sex.

About the only socializing I did was at work with coworkers, but that was fine by me as I am an introvert. For the first few weeks the only thing on my mind was getting the hang of how my department works. We were a small group of staff of about the same age, and only two worked together at the same time if it was busy.

Most of my training was done by the same guy. He was a white guy, a jock type with that ‘all-American’ boyish looks, blond hair, green eyes, and five foot ten, so taller than my Mexican build of five foot six.

I always had a smile on my face when I got scheduled to work with him. He did most of the talking—as per usual conversations with introverts. By the end of the week I knew his life story.

He had worked there for a little over a year straight out of high school and had just recently gotten his high school sweetheart pregnant—poor bastard. Needless to say, he was currently on a dry spell.

At the time I identified as Bisexual; however, I never told anyone unless asked directly. He never did.

After about three months of working, I was a ‘pro’ shoe salesman. I knew my way around the stockroom with my eyes closed.

One evening shift I got called in to work because some coworker had called out. When I heard I would be working with the ‘all-American boy,’ I was more than pleased to take the shift.

When I showed up it was fairly busy so I put my A-game on and started helping out. Once it was manageable, I covered the department while he went on his lunch.

He clocked out and said he was just going to nap in the stockroom for his lunch break. There was a little office with a chair and desk; nothing else.

Once my department was empty, I grabbed a stack of shoe boxes and walked to the stockroom to organize them. The stockroom had four rows of ceiling-high shelves, and at the entrance to the far right was the office with a clear view inside because it didn’t have a door.

Every time I would enter, I would glance or go out of my way to see If I could catch a glimpse of him resting. He was sitting on the chair with his legs propped up on the desk.

Every now and then I would catch him adjusting himself. His head was down, so I couldn’t tell if he was asleep or just resting his eyes.

I tried to be quiet so as to not disturb him, I wanted to get a closer look once I was done with the final stack of boxes.

Coming from the back of the stockroom I came up from the right side where the office was. I made it a point to walk very quietly.

As I reached the office, my heart was pounding. If he caught me looking at him while he slept, he was sure to freak out.

As I got closer, I could hear some movement in the office. Maybe he was waking up already. I froze just at the edge of the office entrance and stood there trying to listen.

I hear the distinct sound of a zipper. Then almost immediately some heavy breathing. This is my chance to walk in on him. A hundred different scenarios played in my head.

I slowly start to peek my head through the side, and I can see his feet shaking on top of the table. The more I moved in, the more of his legs I could see. I can now see his pants pulled just a bit lower than his hips and his hand firmly around his massive cock; the girth on it was impressive, and his tip was the biggest mushroom head I had ever seen.

He was pulling his balls with one hand and stroking his massive pole with the other. When I leaned over further, I saw his beautiful face in ecstasy; his eyes were shut. I should walk away and count my blessings, I thought to myself. But I was hooked. I wanted to see him explode that massive cum shot he’s been holding for so long. I mean, to rub one out in the stockroom, he must have really been itching for a release.

I was hypnotized by his massive cock and his vigorous hand movement. It’s like time stopped and nothing mattered anymore. I didn’t care about the consequences. I didn’t care if he saw me. My mind was full of the dirtiest things I wanted him and his cock to do to me.

I too was sex deprived at the moment and I wanted his cock more than life itself.

I must have blacked out because by the time I had a chance to react he was already standing face to face with me. His pants now on the floor, and his massive cock stiff in all its glory.

He didn’t even say a word, he just grabbed me by my shirt, nearly ripped the buttons and pushed me to the table faced down.

With quick and precise orders he said, pull them down, bend over and shut up.

I was completely frightened but at the same time I didn’t miss a beat. I did as he ordered. This is what I wanted, I told myself. It’s finally happening.

All I could do now was brace myself. I knew there was no pleading for him to take it easy on me. Luckily, he had the sense to spit on his cock before ramming it in. I tried to relax as much as I could, but there was no anticipating what was going to happen. With a single thrust, it was forced in. I nearly blacked out. I couldn’t breathe. I tried to squirm away, but he forced me down with his strong hands and his overpowering weight.

All I could do now was try and relax and not fight it. Once the initial shock had dwindled and I could breathe again, the pleasure started to kick in.

I kept my eyes closed to focus on that image of his face in ecstasy. He didn’t slow down, not a single thrust. Every time it was deeper and harder, and faster.

I could feel him getting thicker inside me. My hole had a heartbeat, and it felt amazing. I wanted him to keep fucking me forever. I wanted him to fill me up with his baby batter deep inside so I too can get pregnant by him. Clearly, I know it’s impossible, but that’s what I wanted.

He began to moan; I could tell he was closer and I was trying to just take in every second and every inch of him as humanly possible. He had just about split me in half and I wanted him deeper inside. He gave it one last thrust and reached a part deep inside of me I never knew existed.

Pulse after pulse of cum flooded me, and just as quickly and he penetrated me he was out. He said, “I’m going home; you finish up here.” Before I could even straighten up to see him, he was gone.

I don’t know how I managed to close up the department. My legs were shaking, my hole still pulsating and dripping from his cum. I’ve never felt like such a whore as I did that day, and all I could think of was the regret for not getting to suck it.

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