Masculine Shockers: Chapter Four

Masculine Shockers

Chapter 1: The Cookie Jar Collector
Chapter 2: The Librarian
Chapter 3: The Scented Candle Enthusiast
Chapter 4: The Florist

“We close in four minutes, suh,” Andre said when Teddy walked in to the florist shop in Martinsburg.
Teddy nodded. “That’s okay. I don’t actually want any flowers right now,” he said. His heart skipped a beat. He had no idea what made him think this would work, but he’d wanted to do it ever since he bought flowers here a few weeks ago.
“Oh, you got the roses for that wedding?” Andre asked. He said it with a twitch in his nose like he wasn’t used to talking politely with men. “How was it?”
“It was wonderful! Thank you!” Teddy squealed. He tried to act as feminine as possible. “You were so helpful, oh my god.”
“Good. Whatcha need?” Andre took a deep breath. He snorted and rubbed his face. He leaned against the counter, then against the wall behind himself, then he stood up straight.
“Can I ask you a question?”
He sucked on his teeth. “Yeah, fine.”

“What? You crazy, man, what? What the…? Man…” Andre looked away and covered his face for a minute. “No way, man, not for no amount of money. No way.”
“Oh-“
He furrowed his brow. “Thousand dollars, man. Thousand dollars. I stick ya you so good you can’t eat beef for a week, man, thousand dollars.”
“Oh, well… You said no way… but okay. Yeah. I can do that. Thousand dollars,” Teddy said.
“Wait, uh… Whatchoo want, huh? You can taste my dick. That what you want?”
“Yes, I want to taste your dick, please, sir, Andre. But I also want it in the butt…” Teddy said with a seductive smile.
“Hmm… Lemme think, boy.” Andre’s reaction had gone from no way to hell yeah to maybe. Teddy suspected that the answer was yes but Andre thought he could negotiate more money this way. Teddy didn’t mind too much — he could afford it, and he wanted to see what he could tease out of Andre.
“Why don’t I just start licking? When you’re ready, you can tell me how much you want to get in my ass.”
“Hmm…” He grumbled like he didn’t want to do this, but a smile flickered over his face too. Teddy came around to the other side of the counter.
“What? Right now?” Andre bristled. “I’m still open, man.”
Teddy smiled as he dropped to his knees. He was concealed behind the counter from anyone who might come in. Teddy pulled Andre’s apron over his head, then unzipped Andre’s khakis, which had a musky unwashed smell even over the floral scent that dominated the florist shop.
His cock popped out. It was thick and brown and so long it made Teddy a little scared. That was going to hurt. But he couldn’t wait, he loved a challenge. Teddy giggled underneath the apron.
“Yo, whiteman, you doin’ it or what? Huh?” He shouted, his gravelly deep voice a low throaty rumble that made Teddy’s throat crave his body. Teddy’s fingers explored his warm stone-like chest until Andre swatted his hands away. “Get started, damn…”
At last, Teddy licked Andre’s shaft. It twitched beneath his tongue, and the flavor of his coconut-oil-scented skin overwhelmed Teddy’s senses. He shivered and ran his tongue up and down the shaft.
“Man, I ain’t closed. Someone could walk in here anytime,” he said.
“Then go lock the door.”
He shrugged. “I don’t wanna lose no customers, man. People sometimes come in the last couple minutes- Oh, good evenin’, ma’am,” he said with a forced warble to his voice.
Teddy suppressed a giggle at the realization that a customer had indeed come in. Teddy couldn’t see from this side of the counter, but he heard her fat-footed steps and her heavy breathing. She sounded like a heavy woman, possibly old.
“Oh, hello…”
“How can I help you today, ma’am?” Andre asked. He sounded vaguely flirtatious. Teddy wasn’t sure if that was because he flirted with all his female customers, he flirted with this one in particular or because he was just overwhelmed and found it difficult to modulate his demeanor with Teddy slurping his cock. Andre chuckled. “You gettin’ flowers for the beauty contest you just won?”
“Oh, stop, you’re bad, you’re so bad,” she said. Teddy could tell that she blushed and also that she didn’t want Andre to stop. The customer giggled like a high schooler, though it was clear she was much older than that. “I’m hosting a dinner party for my Purple Hat friends.”
“Sure, sure, of course.” It was clear Andre didn’t know what Purple Hat was. His cock stiffened and throbbed in Teddy’s mouth. A few drops of precum leaked out.
“And I wanted a table decoration,” she said. “Something understated. Something like this, but more colorful. Maybe that — but that’s awfully large. And it can’t have geraniums in it. My friend Suzie is actually allergic to geraniums, can you believe it?”
“Gerania,” Andre said.
“I’m sorry, dear?”
“The plural of geranium. It’s gerania.” Andre pounded on the glass counter. It probably looked like he was in pain, but he was just covering up a moan. His cock leaked precum, its salty flavor coating Teddy’s tongue.
Teddy was pinned between Andre and the counter, which was high enough that the woman couldn’t see anything below Andre’s chest. Teddy probably would have been overwhelmed by giggling if his mouth weren’t full. He reached around and grabbed Andre’s asscheeks, making him yelp and squirm. Andre leaned over the counter and smiled at the woman.
“Oh my, are you alright?” she asked.
“Yes, ma’am.” He pointed to something. “I was just… ugh… I was, uh… That’s a very nice bouquet. No gerania.”
“Oh, that is remarkable!” She scurried away from the counter. “That is remarkable, Andre. Did you put this together?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“You are an artiste, sir,” she said. “I am so happy for you. I think it’s great that your passion for flowers has brought you out of the ghetto.” She smacked her lips. “It just brings a tear to my eyes. Most people think that flower arranging is unimportant. But it matters, it really does. It beautifies our homes, and-“
“Uh-huh.”
“It changes lives. If there were a reality show about florists, Andre, you should apply. You would win. You have such a great life story,” she said.
“Yep. Yes, ma’am. Uh-huh,” he said. His knees buckled, and he licked his lips. He laughed, apropos of nothing, shifting his weight between his feet as he covered up his moans of desire. His cock throbbed in Teddy’s throat. Andre tried to keep his hips still, but his instincts had him grinding his hips beneath the counter. The first credit card she gave him was declined.
“Oh is that card not working? My husband, I swear, it’s like he barely even tries to manage the finances. Try this card,” she said as she handed Andre her backup credit card..

“Are you okay tonight, dear? You seem distracted.”
“Uh… Just… Comin’ down wit’ something, I’s afraid, sweetheart,” he said with a sigh. “It’s not serious. Credit card went through, here you go, darling. I hope the hat… I hope the hats, the purple hats… I hope they’re okay. With the flowers. Good flowers. Okay.” He bit his lip and rolled his chest. “Ma’am.”
She clicked her tongue against her teeth. “Oh, you poor dear, you get some sleep tonight. Don’t stay up all night carousing with pretty young girls.”
“Oh, I won’t. I’m… I’m a Christian man, ma’am,” he said. As though to accentuate his point, he grabbed Teddy’s forehead and held it in place. Teddy guzzled anyway, fighting against his hand to swallowed deeper.
“That’s wonderful, it really is!” she leaned against the counter and sighed. “I think this country has really moved away from religion in a big way, and that’s not a good thing. I’m not a believer myself, but I think people need that. People need a sense of mystery, and a sense of social obligation, a reason to be part of the community.”
“Yep. Uh-huh.”
“I did… Andre, I did want to talk to you about something,” she said. “I hope this doesn’t come across as rude. I’ve just been buying flowers from you for a long time.”
He sighed and muttered, ah, god… but he just smiled and nodded at her. Teddy reached his hand into the fly of Andre’s khakis and played with his balls, which were sweaty and heavy, low-hanging, feeling juicy and plump in Teddy’s fingers.
“Are you a Democrat?”
“Ain’t allowed to vote, ma’am. Convicted felon,” he said.
“Oh, right, yes. Of course. But you would vote Democrat, is that right?”
“I, uh… I don’t really follow politics. Since I can’t vote…” he spoke through gritted teeth. Surely it was obvious to the woman that he wanted her to leave, Teddy thought, but she didn’t let on that she was aware. Teddy nuzzled his nose all the way down into Andre’s dense nest of pubic hair.
“Sure, that makes sense. But most… African American people nationwide-” she said it like she expected Andre to burst into applause for using the politically correct term. “-do vote for Democrats.”
“Yeah, okay.”
“Well I’m part of the city Democratic Party, and we’ve been seeing a decline in voting rates, and I think that means we’re not communicating, you know?” Her voice was bright and sunny. “So we’ve been trying to come up with ways to speak to the African American community. No, I’m sorry, that was offensive. We don’t want to speak to them. We want to speak with them. With you. With people like you. We want to have a dialogue.”
“Uh-huh.”
“So we’re having a dinner next Friday!” She cackled, but stopped when Andre didn’t join in. “And we’re inviting some local businesspeople and religious figures. From churches. Black churches. I mean, African American churches. I mean, churches catering to African American people. Not that there’s anything wrong with that.” She smiled at him. “And, uh, anyway, I wanted to invite you. You’re a local business leader.”
“Yeah.”
“Oh, you’ll come?! Thank you so much, Andre! I can’t wait, we’re going to have such a dialogue!”
“Ah…” His mouth twisted into shapes. It was obvious to Teddy that he searched for an excuse to say no but didn’t come up with any. All he could think about was his cock spewing precum down Teddy’s throat. So he just sighed and said, “okay…”
“That’s wonderful! I’ll see you then! Thank you!” she said as she walked out the door. When the door swooshed close, Andre sighed and looked down at Teddy. He opened his mouth to say something angry, but then the door opened. The woman walked back in. “And God bless! Thank you, Andre, and God bless you!”
“Uh… Yeah. Good… night.” He scoffed when the door finally shut with her on the other side. He grabbed Teddy by the neck and slapped him. “That lady was a Democrat. If she saw you, she’d shit a brick. Ladies like that can’t know about this kinda prison shit”
“She might be into it,” Teddy said, gasping for air. “You should communicate better with her-“
“Shut up,” he said. He sniffed. “Now go lock the door.”
“Me-?”
His nostrils flared. He slapped Teddy on the cheek with one hand, his cock pulsating on Teddy’s face. “I ain’t pullin’ my pants up on ‘ccount of I got a big cock, and it hurts to try to tuck it in my pants when it’s hard. And this place got windows, man, I can’t go walkin’ over there!”
Teddy nodded and walked over to the door. “So, Andre, have you fucked that woman?”
“Hell no, gayboy. You don’t understand girls. She was the kinda fat white chick that I don’t fuck. She was that other kind,” he said. He lowered his eyes. “The bad kind.”
Teddy flicked the lock, and turned the sign over from Open to Closed. “Sorry you have to go to that Democratic Party dinner.”
“Yeah, I oughta kick yo’ ass, boy, that was fucked up. I couldn’t think of no reason to say no, man. I got a million reasons now. I should’ve told her I gots a court order to stay away from Reverend Miller. I know he’s who she meant by local religious leaders, he the only minister in any black church ’round here.” When Teddy returned to the counter, Andre scowled and grabbed him by the neck. Andre dragged him into the backroom, where there were no windows that could be seen from the street. “I hate how white people like that say African American.”
“I want to taste your African American cock,” Teddy said as he got back to his knees. “Was that better?”
He wrinkled his nose. “Yeah. You do it fine. I bet you don’t say it often though. Do you?”
“No, I just say black people.”
“See?! I gots this theory,” he said as Teddy resumed licking his cock, which had only lost a trace of its erection as they shifted rooms. Andre cleared his throat. “Outside of the media and shit, the only people who say African American is racist. They’s overcompensatin’. They think black is an insult so they don’t wanna say it. If you ain’t racist, you just say black.”
Teddy’s mouth was full, so all he could do was nod and mumble in an agreeable way. It didn’t seem Andre really cared what he thought anyway. Andre barely paid attention to his own dick. He fumed and humped his shaft down Teddy’s throat. When Teddy gagged, Andre lightly slapped him on the cheek but kept plowing his face.
“Maybe I’ll tell her I got somethin’ black I gotta do that day. What do black people do that she can’t deny? I got… a meeting with the parole officer that day? Nah, that’ll confirm her stereotypin’. I gotta go buy some doo rags?” He chuckled.
Teddy had an idea, but he couldn’t say it with his mouth full. He tried to pat Andre’s plump asscheeks to signal he needed a break, but Andre was completely ignoring Teddy, treating his face like a pocket pussy. His balls slapped against Teddy’s chin.
“Somethin’ ’bout diabetes? Nah, she fat as shit, I bet she got diabetes too,” he said. He lowered his eyes as he finally realized Teddy’s flailing signaled he wanted Andre to stop. Andre glowered at him. “What? You want a break? You payin’ for it’, man, I oughta charge you extra for breaks. I like plowin’ bitch’s throats. You serious you need a break? Show me on a scale of one to ten how bad you need a break, boy. Just stick up fingers.”
Teddy’s face was bright red. He didn’t even really want a break, he just had an idea to tell Andre. So he only held up two fingers.
“Two? You don’t need a break then. You tell me when you really need it, boy,” he said. He shook his head. “Don’t be tellin’ yo’ nigga to stop ‘nless you really need it, that ain’t right. Ain’t respec’ful.” He paused. “We ain’t nevuh finalize no price for that butt nonsense, boy. I’ll stick it in you for two grand.”
Teddy’s throat closed up around Andre’s throat. He clawed at his body as his lungs cried out for air. He knocked a vase off the counter, but Andre caught it with lightning-fast reflexed. Some of the flowers — a bunch of pale irises — landed on the floor. Andre ignored them.
“Hold up yo’ right hand if two grand is alright. That’ll be three grand total,” Andre said. “Hold up yo’ left hand if you sayin’ no.”
Teddy held up his right hand.
“Good.” Andre stood there with his hands on his hips, watching Teddy squirm. He didn’t hump anymore, he just stood still with his cock being rubbed and caressed by Teddy’s sputtering throat. Great gobs of saliva escaped out of Teddy’s choking mouth, soaking into Andre’s khakis.
“Bend over and grab your ankles. Don’t cry about the position, that’s the only way I do it with a man,” Andre said.
He finally pulled away from Teddy’s mouth, allowing Teddy to gasp for air. Teddy staggered away from the wall. He was overwhelmed by dizziness as he gulped down air. Andre roughly dragged him to the center of the room, surrounded by buckets full of potted roses. He snarled at Teddy.
“I say bend over, boy!” He smacked Teddy’s asscheek hard. “You want a nigga to stick you? You gonna get hard, and you gonna get it rough. That ain’t easy. You might not like it. But you ain’t pay me to make you like it.”
Teddy knew he would like it, but he was still apprehensive. Andre’s cock was huge, after all. He bent over and grabbed his ankles. It was an awkward position for him, but Teddy didn’t mind it — part of the joy was getting it from unusual angles, from unusual people, in unusual situations. That was what Teddy loved about it.
“I had an idea,” Teddy said. He was still gasping for air, tendrils of spit and precum clinging to his lips. “That was what I wanted to say. She’d love it if you were doing something Democrats like. So tell her you had to drive to some other city because you bought a black barbershop, and there was some problem you had to fix. Tell her some employee was selling drugs out of it, so you went over there to beat him up and tell the police. She’ll think you’re the greatest African American ever.”
He stopped with his cock right at the tip to Teddy’s asshole. He grunted. “Yeah. That’s good. Okay.” He chuckled and slipped a few more inches in. “Good idea, whiteboy. When I call her, I’ll be on the road, man, I’ll call her last minute.” He groaned with his dick almost all the way in Teddy, then mockingly imitated his own voice on the phone with her. ‘Yo, girl, I can’t come to yo’ dinner tonight on ‘ccount of I gotta go rip this nigga’s head off fo’ sellin’ crack outta my store. I don’t even care ’bout getting locked up again, I ain’t got my religion no mo’, I just wanna make this nigga dead for disrespectin’ me!’ She gonna freak the fuck out and talk me outta killin’ that nigga. I tell her I go sleep in a church somewhere to recover my faith. I thank her for savin’ my soul. Then I ain’t gotta go talk to a bunch of Democrats and Rev’rnd Miller. Fuck him, he do anything for a pancake dinner, man, I swear to God. Devil can tempt him easy: high yellow girl wit’ pancakes. He sin every which way for a high yellow girl with a plate of pancakes.”
Just like before, Andre seemed distracted. He complained about Reverend Miller as he slammed his dick Teddy hard. His cock slammed all the way in, tickling Teddy’s innards and sending shards of pleasure through his body.
“I bet that’s the only reason he comin’. There gonna be at least one high yellow girl there. Pancakes prolly not, but somethin’ carby, that’s for sure. Whatever it is, you could squish it down on ya plate till it’s flat.”
“Uh-huh.” Tears welled up in Teddy’s eyes, the pressure in his ass was so intense he thought he was falling apart. It was too difficult to jack off with his hands around his ankles and his ass in the air, so his own cock just throbbed between his legs. When he let go of his ankles once to touch himself, Andre just smacked him in the back of the head.
“Nah, boy. You pay extra if you wanna jack off while I stick ya,” he said. “I like it like this.” He paused. “You wanna pay extra? For five hundred dollars, you can jack off. For another five hundred dollars, I kiss ya while we both cum. You want that?”
“Hell yeah! I’ll do it! Please! Do it, Andre!”
“I like hearin’ you beg, boy,” he said. He grabbed Teddy’s head by his hair, and he took them both down to the ground. Andre dropped, but it was a controlled fall like he had done this many times before. Teddy’s heart leapt into his chest because it felt like he was falling, but he ended up landing on his stomach.
Andre was atop his back, pressing down with all his weight. He slammed Teddy’s face into the floor — not a painful attack, just a grinding push onto the tiled floor. He swayed his hips from side to side as his balls crawled up in his sac.
“Look at me, boy,” he said with a growl. Teddy turned his head to the side. Andre kissed him on the lips. It was a very awkward, sideways kiss because Teddy’s head was shoved into the floor. Moments later, however, Andre rolled over.
Teddy screamed in pain and pleasure. He sat on Andre’s cock, all twelve inches of which pulsated in his ass. He could feel Andre’s orgasm growing. Teddy laid back onto Andre’s chest, exulting in the feel of his prison-starved muscles flexing against Teddy’s smooth skin.
From this angle, Teddy could kiss Andre more effectively. He sucked on his lip and stuck his tongue in Andre’s mouth. Andre kissed him back passionately, slathering spit over Teddy’s tongue as he ground his cock in Teddy’s ass.
They both came at the same time. Almost as soon as Teddy felt the first burst of cum in his ass, his own cock throbbed in his fingers and his wad spurted out. It sprayed over Teddy’s chest and shoulders.
Pure liquid bliss flowed through Teddy’s veins. He gasped and gulped down air, savoring the taste of Andre’s sweaty body and hot breath. He licked Andre’s grizzled chin and neck, prompting a grimace from Andre as he filled up Teddy’s ass.
He shot a huge load. It just kept on flowing, even after Teddy had covered his own body in semen. Andre kept on groaning into his ear, licking his cheek and spurting jet after jet of creamy hot cum into him.
Finally he was done, but Andre didn’t stop. He wrapped both arms and legs around Teddy’s body to hold him in position. He pistoned his hips upwards to keep his limpening dick inside, until his massive wad turned into a big frothy mess that leaked down his shaft into Andre’s bushy crotch.
Andre groaned and fell limp. His cock was still hard, but the rest of his body was soft like half-melted chocolate. Teddy loved that feeling. He rolled his head over to lick Andre’s neck, then down to his sweaty chest. Teddy licked every drop of salty sweat off, while he watched cum drip out of his ass.
“Alright, you got yo’ money’s worth,” he said. He didn’t physically force Teddy off him though. He just held his hands above Teddy’s head and watched him lick.
Teddy pulled away. He stood and stretched his sore legs. Andre remained there on the floor, khakis around his ankles, apron and shirt pulled up and over his chest. His clothes were very nice, but it looked like he had worn them so much so frequently they had become tattered and aged.
“Thanks,” Teddy said as he wrote out a check. He laid it on the table surrounded by gerania.
“Lemme see that,” Andre said with a growl. Teddy handed him the check and he hobbled to his feet. Pants still around his ankles, he went to a little check-reading machine. “Don’t go nowhere. I wanna make sure this is a valid check.”
“Sure. I’m just gonna lick your ass a bit,” Teddy said. He dropped to his knees and licked Andre’s smooth plump asscheek.
Andre growled. He shifted his weight between his feet as though he expected a show of hostility to scare Teddy off. That was probably a good bet most of the time — Andre was large, muscular and scary, while Teddy was thin, delicate and weak. But Teddy knew how to handle men like him. So he just licked all of his ass-sweat off. From the way his back shuddered, it was clear Andre liked the attention.
He grumbled as he cursed the check-reading machine for taking so long. He sighed and clicked his tongue against his teeth. Finally he clapped. “Alright, it’s done. You fine. Get outta here, gayboy.”
Teddy nodded and stood up. He put his clothes back on, using Andre’s body for support as he got his pants on. Andre snorted and rolled his eyes, but he allowed it.
Then Teddy kissed Andre once more on the lips. Again, Andre bristled and grumbled, but he didn’t make Teddy stop. He narrowed his eyes to slits.
“Thanks, Andre. You’re a great florist, a real artiste, a rose sprouting from concrete. Do you wanna be a Democrat?” Teddy said, giggling.
“Just get out.”

Masculine Shockers

Chapter 1: The Cookie Jar Collector
Chapter 2: The Librarian
Chapter 3: The Scented Candle Enthusiast
Chapter 4: The Florist