Sunday
is my day to go grocery shopping. I had my head in the trunk putting
away my purchases when I suddenly became aware of a presence at
my side. I stood up and saw that it was Carol, one of the cashiers.
Carol was about 20 and a student at the local college. “Can
I help you,” I asked.
She handed me the dreaded envelope. On the check inside was written,
“Pay to the bearer on demand, one jerk-off.”
I looked wildly around the parking lot and stuttered, “Here?
Now?”. She laughed, “Don’t worry, I have someplace
private.”
She texted something into her cell phone. “Why don’t
we get in your car?”
I was a bit worried, “Where are we going?”
“Not far.”
We got in and she directed me to drive around the back of the
building. We parked at a loading dock and went up the steps. She
knocked at a door at the back of the building, and it opened.
I looked and saw that it was the store manager, Nancy, a woman
of about 50 years of age.
“Nancy’s in on this. She’s my boss. Don’t
worry; we’ll be quite private here.”
It didn’t take me long to size up the place. It was a concrete
room containing some piping and an electrical panel. It was a
small room, but big enough and well lit for the three of us.
Nancy smiled at me, “This is Carol’s show. I’m
just providing the venue.”
“Drop your pants.” Carol ordered with a calmness
and confidence I didn’t expect for a girl of her age. Perhaps
Nancy’s presence gave her more moral courage than if she
had to go it alone. “Hands on your head,” she added
once I bared myself.
Soon I was standing with my pants and underwear down to my knees
with the two women looking at me critically. Nancy circled around,
gave out a wolf-whistle and said, “Nice buns,” as
she ran her hand across them. That lit the fuse that started the
launch of my penis into an erection.
Carol smiled at my growing penis and said, “Good boy.”
She waited until it was a full stature and said, “OK, show
us what you can do with that thing.”
My one thought was to put on a good show for them and get it
over with. One the one hand, I wanted to shoot it hard and long.
I didn’t think I’d have a problem with that. With
all the naked performance I did with Patricia yesterday, it had
been cocked and loaded for about 24 hours without release. I wouldn’t
dare think about touching it without Darcy’s explicit approval.
I smiled as I came to the realization that I did have her explicit
approval – in writing, no less, in the form of a check.
On the other hand, I knew that if I jerked off in any normal
fashion, I’d shoot off in a dozen strokes. I had to make
it last, so I just fondled myself by holding it with fingers curled
around it and rolling the ball of my thumb around the head. This
produced a constant flow of pre-cum to the delight of the two
women if their giggles were any indicator.
Every man has two tipping points when it comes to self-masturbation.
There is the physical tipping point where even though semen hasn’t
actually been ejaculated, it will happen even if all stimulation
is removed immediately. Then there is the psychological tipping
point: the point at which he has to complete his masturbation
even though the physical signals to ejaculate have not been issued
by his body.
I was at the psychological tipping point within the first couple
of rubs. Normally, a simple fondling of my penis would be enough
stimulation to get it erect, but not so much that it will give
me an orgasm. I was beginning to doubt that now.
I probably lasted only a minute when my entire body felt like
it was concentrated under the ball of my thumb. Breathing was
ragged, the room was out of focus; I felt dizzy and weak on my
feet. I could barely hear the women’s mutterings to each
other but was keenly aware of their presence.
I couldn’t take it any more. I gave two good pumps and
let loose my load. I could feel the pulsing of the semen as it
shot from my penis. I could see Nancy jump aside as it came flying
at her. I was virtually paralyzed and it was only with the greatest
effort of mind that I could keep my hand and wrist functioning.
As from a distance, I could hear the women squealing, “Omigod!
Omigod! Look at that!”
I don’t know how many jets of cum I shot. I was totally
drained by the time I was finished. I looked down to see my handiwork.
There were large splatters of cum as far as six feet away. I looked
to the faces of Carol and Nancy. They were still concentrated
on my penis as if waiting for something else to happen, or perhaps
to recall what just did happen.
“That was great,” Carol finally admitted.
“You can get dressed now,” Nancy stated, “We
have to get back to work. Maybe we can arrange this as our new
break room. I bet all the girls would love to take in a show like
this,” she added with a giggle.
I looked around. There was noting in the room with which to clean
up, so I simply put my cum dribbling cock back into my underwear.
I’d have to go home wet.
“What about that?” I asked, pointing to the pools
on the floor.
“Leave it,” Nancy said. “It will be a reminder
for me whenever I do my security check on this room.”
I drove the women back around front. Carol gave me a smile as
she handed me her check, “I’ve always wanted to see
a boy do that. My friends told me so much about it. Now I know
why they like it. You looked so vulnerable doing it for us. The
look on your face was priceless.”
Nancy said, “Look forward to seeing you next week.”
I was hoping that she meant in the more conventional sense. But
it did put in my head the thought that I would see these women
every week. Their smiles would be more than the simple friendly
gesture extended to other customers. It would always mean more
to them and to me. There was no way I could forget the experience.
At least I redeemed another of Darcy’s checks.
