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Although I got a reasonable amount of pocket money from my parents, extra cash was always welcome. At college, jobs were in short supply and when I got a regular Thursday night gig at a steakhouse, I was over the moon. The actual pay was nothing to write home about but the tips were pretty good. I realized very early on that when you engaged people in a very friendly manner, without becoming too smart-arsed or familiar, the reward was always worthwhile.Naturally, being at college there was homework to be done and it was inadvisable to take on too many jobs. Sadly, the jobs on weekends were in short supply, exactly when you actually had the time on your hands to perform them. The students in their second, third, and fourth years usually had these jobs tied up securely.I was always on the lookout for weekend work and frequently bought a local newspaper to search for possibilities. On a Tuesday, I saw an advert in the classified section, seeking a person to assist with stocktaking on Saturday and Sunday. I immediately phoned and was fortunate to set up an interview for that evening. It was a very large hardware store and they would be doing their annual stocktake over those two days. Naturally, they would be closed on Saturday morning, a fact that irked the owner enormously, but upon their auditor’s strict instructions, this was unavoidable.At five p.m. that evening I arrived to meet the owner, Griffon Jenkins, generally referred to as Griff. I was totally gobsmacked as I met him. Griff was a really big guy and must have been at least six-foot-two-inches tall. He wasn’t fat but it was clear that he took his workouts at the gym very seriously. Griff was wearing loose fitting jeans and a polo shirt that was taking an enormous strain to contain his very well-developed upper body. The fabric around his upper arms, in particular, was stretched to the maximum. Both his lower arms were adorned with exquisitely done Celtic/gothic tattoos. His upper left arm appeared to have no tattoo, but the upper right arm had what looked like octopus tentacles cascading down it. Of what I could see of the tattoo was magnificent and almost looked three-dimensional.Griff had an expressive and jolly round face, which could only be likened to the typical depiction of Santa Claus on Christmas cards. Griff was younger, however, and only thirty-five-years-old. The crowning glory of his appearance was a beard, the likes of which I had never seen before. His beard was luxurious and tapered into a V shape down to his stomach. Unlike Santa’s billowy white beard, however, it was not fluffy and white but a rich russet colour.After the briefest chat, he told me that I had the job. Apparently, we would be working in two teams. Griff and I downstairs in his store and his manager with another student they had employed, would be doing the upstairs section. Griff explained that the auditors always insisted that outsiders needed to do the actual counting for these stocktakes.I arrived isvecbahis at the appointed time on Saturday morning. It was a hot day and so I opted for shorts and a t-shirt, which appeared to be the standard dress code for the day. I was amazed by Griff’s muscular legs. He was a really hot looking man, but then I had always been attracted to big butch guys. Shortly, we got busy with the task at hand. Griff was a really congenial guy and working with him was a pleasure. Once or twice I saw what I believed to be a glint in his eyes as he observed me, but I didn’t read too much into that.After teatime at ten-fifteen, as the other two guys left for upstairs I told Griff that I needed to have a piss.“Me too,” he informed me before we headed for the toilets.Having done the counting earlier my hands needed a wash and so I proceeded to the wash basin first. Once I joined Griff at the long steel urinal, I subtly glanced down at his cut dick. It was plump and really pretty, with a fat pink dick-head. After pushing my shorts down I took hold of my uncut knob and began to piss. There was nothing subtle about Griff’s approach as he blatantly stared at my cock.“Jesus, Taylor, you’re hung like a fucking donkey!” he said.I had gotten used to guys frequently being gobsmacked by my overlarge endowment. Griff, however, did not avert his eyes quickly like most men but just continued gawking at my knob. I could clearly discern the look of lust swimming in his eyes. I impishly decided to put on a show for him and let my cock rest in the palm of my hand, so that he could really get a good look. Once I had finished pissing I gave my dick a good few shakes. Next, I slowly retracted my foreskin before once more giving my knob another shake or two. Finally, after sheathing my dick-head again, I massaged the last bit of moisture out of the hooded snout.Griff’s hand now lunged forward and took hold of my knob. I reciprocated and also grabbed hold of his rock-hard dick. As my cock began to stiffen Griff’s hairy mouth swamped my lips. With our tongues engaging in combat, Griff began to snort with horniness. I would, thereafter, come to know this as his signature sexual sound from him and I loved it.When our lips broke apart, he said, “We had better get back to work before I…” but he didn’t finish his sentence and instead snorted as he pulled his shorts up. After we returned to work there was an ongoing sexual tension that prevailed as we tried to concentrate on our work.At lunchtime, Griff bought a bucket of chicken pieces and cold drinks for all of us. As we were finishing off our lunch, Griff’s manager visited the toilet and after he returned his assistant took his turn. Shortly, they headed up the stairs to resume their work.As I made my way to the ablution area again, Griff followed. When I got onto the urinal platform and pulled my shorts down, Griff instantly turned my body around to face him. Next, he lowered his torso and commenced sucking on my dick. The feeling isveçbahis giriş was awesome and it felt like I was fucking a snorting fur-ball. What amazed me was how accommodating his throat was and in no time I was balls deep in his throat. Clamping the back of his head I really began to skull-fuck him with gusto, to the escalating snorts of pleasure rumbling from him. I got overexcited and within a minute or two I commenced spraying my seed into his mouth.As Griff stood up afterward and faced me, his eyes were spinning with lust. “What are your plans for tonight?” he asked me.“I don’t have any,” I answered.“Well, now you do, you’re coming home with me after work,” he concluded.We did not have another toilet session during our tea break that afternoon and after work we made our way to Griff’s smallholding. Little did I realize as we drove there, that this would be one of the most interesting and life-changing days in my life.He really had a lovely home and the interior was tasteful and very masculine. Upon entering Griff kicked his sandals off before stripping out of his clothing. As he did so the look on his face made it clear that I should follow suit. Griff’s upper body was magnificent and the copper dusting of hair on his body was incredibly sexy. His moobs were even meatier than I had imagined, and the octopus tattoo on his shoulder was indeed a masterpiece.As I would see, his entire home was carpeted, which was really comfortable underfoot.Once I was naked, Griff could not stop staring at my dick. In fact, not only did he constantly stare at it thereafter, but he could also not keep his hands off it. My foreskin seemed to be a source of total delight to him. With our beers in hand, he took me on a tour of his home.“You should meet my fuck-buddy, Grant,” he enthusiastically informed me, after we arrived in his bedroom.Next, upon leaving me in his room he quickly scurried back to the living area to retrieve his phone. Once he returned he touched the screen to dial Grant’s number, after which he also tapped the speaker symbol.“Hi, buddy,” I heard a gravelly voice answer.“What are you up to?” Griff asked.“I’m on my way to the gym,” I heard Grant reply.“Why don’t you come here afterward, because I have a great surprise for you,” Griff informed him.“What is it?” Grant asked.“Well, if I tell you, then it won’t be a surprise,” Griff teased.“It sounds interesting. I’ll see you in an hour and a half,” Grant replied.After their conversation, Griff told me that Grant was a serious bodybuilder and that Grant’s body was really something to behold. He also informed me that Grant had an unbelievable cock; explaining that although it was not quite as big as my knob, he had the most incredible foreskin overhang, a snout that apparently had to be seen to be believed. Griff further added that he was crazy about ‘docking’ with Grant.Finally, we made our way to the last room of our tour. Griff’s bathroom was essentially a wet room. It was impressively isveçbahis yeni giriş large and beautifully tiled. Upon entering there was a toilet bowl to the right, a double vanity to the left, and in the opposite middle corner, a magnificent shower consul.“Do you mind if I have a piss?” I asked Griff.With a horny grin, he immediately moved toward the shower outlet fitting and knelt down. “Well, what are you waiting for? Come over here and piss on me,” Griff instructed.I had heard about piss-play but never had indulged in it. Although I was curious, I approached Griff somewhat gingerly. “Are you sure?” I asked, apprehensively.“Fuck yeah,” he confirmed, before Griff invitingly opened his mouth.I clamped the front of my knob to build up the pressure before I let rip with a torrent of piss all over Griff’s head. Griff had an ecstatic look on his face as the golden sap sprayed all over his head, beard, and in his mouth, before covering his entire body. His hands frantically rubbed the liquid into his flesh, as if it were the most precious lotion on the planet. As the steam began to weaken he placed his mouth over my knob and commenced glugging and gulping like a dehydrated desert dweller.When the flow ended Griff looked up at me and asked if I also wanted a golden shower. By now I was so captivated that I nodded my assent.After reversing body positions Griff began to piss all over me as well. I followed suit and also smeared the piss all over my torso, but I have to admit that I wasn’t too keen on swallowing the piss initially. I did, however, relent as his flow diminished and was pleasantly surprised by how much I enjoyed the taste.Once done, Griff told hold of my head and started skull-fucking me. I could soon sense his overexcitement and before long, savoured the delicious flavour of his spunk.After I arose we kissed briefly before he looked into my eyes earnestly, and then said, “Taylor, I want you to fuck me and misuse my backside. I want you to spank the shit out of me and fuck me as hard as you can.”After he turned and placed his hands on the toilet seat, I looked at his beautiful hairy bubble butt. Griff had a magnificent arse and I innately couldn’t imagine manhandling it. As I slid my finger into his stunning russet bushy crack, I was overawed by the glorious bubble-butt before me.I was suddenly brought out of my reverie by his commanding voice, as he exclaimed, “Fucking punish me!”I had never spanked anyone before but in a day full of surprises, figured, what the hell. I truly couldn’t say that I was turned on by the by smacking his arse, but the pleasure that it gave him was exciting me incredibly. As I whacked away, Griff vocalized a litany of lustful sounds that left me in no doubt that he liked having his backside spanked.“Harder, fucking smack me harder,” he shortly began to intone.When the palm of my hand began to sting, I commenced using my arm like a pendulum so that the top of my hand also entered the action. Looking at his reddening backside and the way his cheeks were twitching was turning me on unbelievably. Unable to hold back any longer, I gripped his hips and hammered my knob straight into his pucker. The roar from Griff as I did so was extraordinary.
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