Avery is working as a florist when a hunky redneck comes in late on Mother’s Day. There’s not many bouquets available anymore, but Avery is willing to do him a special deal… in exchange for a ride on his alpha male meat!
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Avery counted down the minutes until he could close the shop and go home. The day had been long and crowded with customers because of the holiday — Mother’s Day. He now worked at a florist’s shop here in Sacramento, and it was only a few minutes until closing time.
There was one bouquet sitting on the counter waiting. Avery had made that one for himself. If he rang it up at full price, it would cost more close to two hundred dollars. But Avery used cast-off flowers and other bits that nobody would notice was gone, stuff that would have otherwise simply been thrown away. Then he just charged himself for a discount bouquet, and with his employee discount and a loyalty card, it barely cost a thing.
Now that bouquet of rhododendrums, roses and tulips beckoned. Avery needed to take them to his mom later, since today was Mother’s Day. The shop had been busy all day, because Mother’s Day was the single biggest day of the year for florists. This was the only part of the year where the shop made an actual profit. The rest of the year it barely broke even.
The bell above the door tinkled, just as Avery headed over to lock it. Outside, the sun was going down, but a few rays of light still extended over the street. A man walked in from the shadowy sidewalk. He stood awkwardly in the doorway.
Avery’s first thought was that he was annoyed someone would come in literally one minute before the shop closed. His second thought was oh my god, he’s handsome!
His name was Duncan Walsh, judging from the nametag sewn onto his overalls. He was dressed in gray, smeared with black oil and grease, a few drops of white paint on his ankles and some pale bleach-stains over his belly. He had a grizzled chin, square jaw and an iron cross tattoo on his neck, which was sun-stained to a permant rosy glow.
“Howdy,” he said in a thick Southern drawl. “You still open, right?”
If he hadn’t been so handsome, Avery would have said no. It’s not like he made commission, he had no reason to care about making this sale.
But he didn’t want to make Duncan leave. Avery greatly appreciated the male form, and Duncan’s was an excellent one.
So Avery smiled and nodded, pretending he wasn’t annoyed to get a customer two minutes before close. “You look like you just got off work,” Avery said. “You must have rushed right over here. I couldn’t close on you. What can I do for you?”
Duncan blushed and looked down at his feet. “Well… honestly, suh, I don’t wanna lie or nothin’… I ain’t just now get off work. I know it look like it, but, uh… I lost track of time” He blushed. “I gots an organization problem, for real, man, and there ain’t no clocks or calendars in the garage. I’s a mechanic, see?”
“Uh-huh.” Avery was entranced by the man’s muscles, which flexed beneath his overalls. He was big enough that he didn’t easily fit in his overalls. His biceps bulged out of the too-small tee-shirt he wore under the overalls — he wasn’t bodybuildery, but his arms were thick and fleshy, gleaming with day-long sweat. Avery could see a few armpit hairs peeking out from the armhole. Avery shivered with desire.
“Well, uh… I need a bouquet. It’s Mother’s Day.” He blushed intensely, like he didn’t want to come across as a mama’s boy, though he pretty clearly was. His muscles rippled under his tight clothes. “I was s’posed to be there an hour ago. I missed dinner at the restaurant, but I can still get the flowers and meet my mama at her house.”
“Oh, okay, well, we have a couple bouquets available. It’s the end of the day so we don’t have a lot of options. There’s a lovely bouquet for teachers over there — your mom’s not a teacher, is she?” Avery asked.
“Nah, she ain’t a teacher,” Duncan said, his thick drawl shining through. He looked at a shelf of lily-based bouquets. “Those is nice.”
“I see. Well, those are for funerals, don’t bring lilies for Mother’s Day,” Avery said. He looked around behind the counter. “Let me see what I have that looks lively and mother-ish. Your mom’s not a chrysanthemum lady, is she?”
“I dunno what that is. What about that one?” he pointed to the one Avery had made for himself, sitting on the counter.
“Oh, well… That one’s not exactly for sale,” Avery said. “I made that for myself.”
Duncan looked around the shop. “I want that one, man. C’mon, that’s a roodie, right? My mom loves ’em.”
“Roodie? You mean rhodie? That’s a rhododendron, yeah,” Avery said. “You know flowers?”
“My mom’s into ’em,” he said. He scoffed and rolled his eyes. “She’s like… crazy into flowers. She be puttin’ ’em in books, you know?” He pantomimed closing a book. He made a face like books were preposterous.
“You mean she dries them in books?”
“Yeah! She crazy,” he said. He cocked his head to the side. “Wait, is that a thing?”
“Putting flowers in books to dry them? Yeah. It preserves their color and shape, albeit in two-dimensional form. You can make-“
“Shit, man, I always thought that was some weird bullshit she did. Like scrapbookin’, man? She’s into scrapbookin’.”
“She didn’t make that up either, Duncan,” Avery said.
“I know, I know, she just crazy ’bout it,” he said. “So come on, ya mama don’t need that bouquet, right? She must get alotta flowers from you.”
“I don’t know…” Avery said. He smiled as he had an idea. He hurried behind Duncan to close and lock the door, then he shut the blinds. He came back to the counter. “I could, maybe, be persuaded to give the flowers up.”
“Sweet.”
“But, uh, you gotta pay for ’em.”
“Well, yeah, I was gonna pay, man. I know how a store works,” Duncan said. He got out his wallet.
“Not in money,” Avery said. “Are you a believer in the ‘it’s-okay-if-you’re-on-top’ theory?”
Duncan’s eyes opened wide. “Oh! Well, uh… I mean… Yeah, sorta, technically, I mean… I know, uh… Uh, I don’t do that none, so you know… uh… I was a Marine. I know how to get my dick wet.” The more he stumbled over his words, the more his dirt-streaked face turned reddish and sweaty. His redneck drawl grew stronger too.
“Why don’t I just get started on extracting payment,” Avery said. He dropped to his knees. “If you’d rather buy one of those bouquets off the shelf instead, you can pay cash money and leave. If you want that special bouquet I made just for myself, you can pay in services rendered.”
He grunted. His dick twitched in his gray overalls. He closed his eyes. “Ah, man… You best believe I ain’t kissin’ you or nothin’, man. Not a bit, I swear. Don’t you even try it.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it.” Avery smiled. He had had a feeling Duncan would be gettable. He just seemed like the type who had such a big dick that needed so much attention he’d be willing to do anything to get his nut off. Avery suspected he could have gotten this for a lot less than that bouquet — Duncan seemed nervous, but not like he was considering saying no.
And he was a Marine. They’ll stick their dick in anything. That, Avery thought, was the best of a Marine.
Avery was glad to see a huge cock pop out through the fly of his nasty old overalls. They stank of sweat and engine grease, which made Avery swoon — he loved blue-collar guys, and raunchy, musky action. That was exactly what Duncan smelled like. He had that cool foresty scent that redneck men always have, he smelled like a hunting trip, like a farmer’s clothes, like hay rotting in a barn. His crotch was hairy, his dick big and veiny and throbbing from the moment Avery planted his lips on it. Duncan smelled like he had been unwashed for some time — that wasn’t true, it was a scent that lingered on his overalls, not his flesh. But Avery inhaled deeply of it just the same.
Duncan’s eyes bulged out. This was all happening very fast. His dick was wet now, sitting in Avery’s mouth. Duncan’s heart leapt into his chest as he realized it was possible he’d be unable to get hard.
Then he felt a surge of electric energy and pleasure shoot up his spine. He breathed a sigh of relief, and he let out a horsey sigh — even his sighs had a redneck accent to them. His dick firmed up a little in Avery’s mouth, and he sniffled, crossing his arms over his chest, which accentuated the size of his pecs.
Duncan had virtually grown up in a garage. His father was a mechanic and also owned several cars. Duncan had been working on them since he was big enough to pick up a wrench. Throughout that time, his coworkers had been making jokes about how they would (or in some cases, have) cornholed a man in prison, or gotten jacked off by a man when they were drunk — there was a biker bar outside of town that was notorious for that. Duncan had never gone there, but his motorcycle-loving coworkers swore that weird dudes hung around in the bathroom jacking off anyone who came in. Most of them insisted that it was fine as long as you were on top. Of course, most of them also teased each other about it and accused them of not being on top.
But Duncan had begun to feel like he didn’t fit in because he hadn’t done it. He had never really ruled out the possibility of doing it, but he didn’t typically get that drunk or spend time in prison.
Now he wondered if he could even tell the guys about this. Would he seem like a manwhore? Like a street hustler? Would they even believe him?
He watched his dick get hard in Avery’s mouth, and Duncan both sucked in his breath in excitement and sighed in relief that he wasn’t embarrassing himself. He was fully hard now, his dick squeezing into Avery’s mouth, and the soft warmth of his throat sent waves of pleasure to wrack Duncan’s body. He wasn’t expecting it to feel this good.
“Awright, awright, awright…” Duncan said. He would have kept on babbling, but he blushed and forced himself to stop. It really feels like a girl but even better. Avery deep-throated him like no girl ever had.
There was a black man who worked with Duncan — Bunker Fiddle was his name — and he always said there was a dude who paid him to jack him off under the impression that it would make his dick bigger — he had also insisted over and over that men swallowed cum better than women. Nobody ever believed him. Or maybe they did believe him but preferred to pretend otherwise.
Was that weird? Paying for a present for your mom’s birthday with jacking off? It wasn’t like it made the flowers worse, Duncan thought. She’d never know.
“Ah, sheeit, man, you swallow as deep as a well, boy,” Duncan said with a loud cackling laugh. “Yee-haw!” He hadn’t really meant for it to be that loud, he was just reacting to a shiver of pleasure that ran through his veins.
He grabbed ahold of Avery’s head and held on tight. That made it difficult because, even with his eyes closed, Duncan could tell he was with a man — he could feel the short hair. And even beyond that, Duncan thought he could tell it was a man’s scalp and a man’s lips encircling his rod. There was something distinctly unfeminine about it, even though Avery himself was effeminate.
Goddamn, I’ll be pissed if I do this and Mama is still salty wit’ me. I’ll tell her I had to stay late at work to suck up to Mr. Jackson. She’ll understand that. It’s sort of true anyway.
He tried not to think about that. He couldn’t help but worry that his mom would know that he hadn’t gotten these flowers through normal, morally-upright means. But how could she know?
It shouldn’t feel this good, he thought, cuz it felt amazing, better even than any blowjob from a woman. Avery swallowed his dick to the root, and his throat massaged the sensitive shaft of Duncan’s cock. Duncan groaned, his knees growing weak, and his hands fluttered then gripped Avery’s head again then let go once more.
Duncan gulped. Thi should be more like a job I have to work at. This guido who used to work with Duncan said that whenever he got drunk and there was no girl around, he would plow into his weak middle-aged neighbor. He always made it seem, when telling the story later, that he struggled, that he only did it because his massive Italian balls were on overdrive and because his neighbor was too weak to resist. Duncan had assumed he was just exaggerating — Italians like him bragged constantly about their dick, their balls, their skills in sex and in seduction. It was all bullshit.
This certainly didn’t feel like Duncan had to work at it, he thought. Even knowing he was with a man, totally sober, and feeling his male haircut as he got head, Duncan was so aroused it felt like his cock might explode. He grumbled and sucked in his breath, standing on his toes as Avery massaged pleasure into his cock.
Avery’s hands cupped his balls too, giving them a gentle squeeze. That felt good too, and it was s surprise because Duncan was used to women treating his sweaty ballsac as gross and untouchable. But Avery not only played with the sac, he even pulled off Duncan’s cock long enough to slurp the sweat off his scrotum. That felt almost ticklish, not really sexy but arousing. Avery moved right back to his cocktip, which he worked on good, choking up mouthfuls of spit that ran down Duncan’s shaft.
Then Avery pulled off him. He giggled. “You taste real good,” Avery said. He again licked a trail up and down Duncan’s dick, following a blue vein, and he slurped up then spat out all the saliva he’d hocked up to coat Duncan’s shaft. Duncan groaned, his eyes fluttering. This felt so good he wanted to shout, but he managed to subdue the urge. Avery grinned. “But I wanna feel you inside me. You know how to ramrod a man, right?”
Duncan gasped. He hadn’t expected to do this stranger up the ass, but he supposed it shouldn’t be surprising. That Bunker Fiddle told him they all do it, the limp-wristed types. They like to take it up the ass. Duncan hadn’t been sure he believed that, but he damn well believed it now.
His dick leaked precum onto the floor, even with no one touching it. Duncan just watched with baited breath and eyes open wide. His dick was so sensitive a gentle breeze on it made him moan with desire.
He had only had anal sex with one girl ever in his life. He had often bragged about it with his buddies in the garage, but he had only actually done it a few times with that one woman, and she hadn’t taken his whole dick in her tight ass. He told his fellow mechanics that she did, but she said his cock was too big.
He closed his eyes, praying that he got through this without embarrassing himself. When I tells this story, assuming I do tells folks ’bout it, he thought, I’ll say my dick was too big for him. He tried to take it, but it hurt too bad. All of a sudden, Duncan remembered how that braggy black mechanic Bunker Fiddle bragged about ramming men in the ass in the biker bar, and he often claimed his dick was too big for their asses. Was Bunker lying just like Duncan intended to?
His dick was big, but Avery didn’t care. He loved that. He didn’t mind the challenge of accepting Duncan’s thick shaft up his ass. With a grin aimed up at Duncan’s shocked face, Avery smeared plenty of lube on his ass and laid on his back over the counter.
At first, Duncan just looked at him like he didn’t know what was going on. He touched hsi dick with one hand, then let it go, and his broad redneck shoulders tensed. He moved the bouquet Avery had made off the counter, placing it gently on a table nearby. Then he came closer.
Sensing that he needed to take charge, Avery took Duncan’s cock in hand. He gave it a few strokes, and his manhood must have been very sensitive because that made his knees weak and Duncan let out a moan that turned into a grunt.
When he guided Duncan’s dick in, there was a jolt of pain in his backside. Avery gulped.
But he didn’t stop. The pain, he thought, made the pleasure better. Duncan had still not taken those filthy overalls off. He just approached the counter with his dick out, and he leaned forward so he could plow it into Avery’s ass. Avery rested his feet on Duncan’s sunburnt shoulders.
“Oh god…” Duncan muttered to himself. He wasn’t aware that he had said it out loud, so he blushed when he realized Avery had heard it. His cocktip barely fit in Avery’s ass. Duncan groaned. His eyes opened wide, as Avery screwed up his face with pain. Duncan stopped pushing his cock in deeper. “Ah, shit, man, are you… okay?”
Avery grunted. “Gimme a sec.” He took a deep breath, and his ass loosened. The pressure diminished, replacing with a burgeoning bliss that grew and grew until it consumed Avery’s senses.
At first, it was awkward for Duncan. He moved gingerly until a spark of pleasure made him suck in his breath. His dick twitched and slid in a little more. He groaned and pushed in more. He thought he was hurting Avery, it sure seemed like it should hurt, but Avery looked like he was exactly where he wanted to be. Avery gasped.
“Hmm, keep going…” Avery moaned exquisitely, Duncan’s cock reaching his prostate and triggering a spasm of pleasure that ran through Avery’s whole body.
“Really? Hmm-hmmm… yee-haw!” Duncan blushed, still trying to force his entire dickshaft in there. But the more he pushed in, the more intense the sensations that exploded up from his cock. That slowed him down, but it didn’t stop him.
At last, Duncan was entirely inside him — even the girl he had ass-fucked never quite took him in as deep as all this. It got easier then. Avery was wide open, and Duncan gripped his legs in place.
Soon, both he and Duncan inhaled together. Duncan clutched Avery’s legs, holding his ass in place, as he began pistoning his hips. He worked his manhood back and forth.
The most surprising thing, Duncan thought was how easy it was now that he had gotten over his initial discomfort. He would have thought that knowing he was with a man, seeing his flat chest and even his dick would make it difficult to stay hard. But it didn’t, it felt even better than with a girl because he wasn’t so worried about messing things up — plus, of course, Avery took every inch of his throbbing mechanic cock and begged him to pound as hard as he could. No woman ever begged for anything like that.
Duncan bit hit lip and jacked in his breath. It felt so good it hurt. Every centimeter of dickshaft that slid into Avery’s ass sent a new wave of pleasure through Duncan’s body. He couldn’t believe it felt this good. It hadn’t felt this good with that girl, he thought, or with anyone else ever.
Obviously, he thought, I can’t tell anyone it felt this good. I’ll tell them it was okay. I’ll tell them he couldn’t take it in the ass cuz it was too big, so he jacked me off and it was a sloppy nut and oh god this feels so good!
He moaned loudly, checking the door over and over to be sure they weren’t interrupted. He slammed his cock the rest of the way in, glad to be with a man for a moment at least — no woman, he thought, would let him pound her this hard. But Avery didn’t seem to have any compunctions about it.
Avery’s ass was loose enough now that Duncan could plow back and forth with abandon. Every thrust increased the exquisite bliss flowing through Avery’s veins and Duncan’s too.
The pain in Avery’s ass was still there, and it had grown in intensity. But it had diminished in Avery’s mind, turning into a tiny little afterthought overwhelmed by the sheer volume of pleasure arising from his prostate. Duncan’s manhood slid in and out past it, cornholing Avery so good he writhed and screamed.
He clutched the counter beneath his back, his toes curling up against Duncan’s tattooed neck. Duncan closed his eyes and groaned. His muscles all flexed beneath his stained overalls.
For a moment, neither man moved. It seemed to last an eternity, Avery thought. All he felt, every sense in his body attuned to it, was the bliss pumping into his ass.
Cum filled him up. Duncan began humping again once it flowed, and Avery shot his own wad over his belly and chest. He clawed at Duncan’s broad chest but could barely reach it Great creamy wads coated his insides and sent a wave of warmth to waft through his body. Duncan howled and grunted, while Avery clenched his mouth shut, hands kneading Duncan’s powerful pecs beneath the overalls he had never taken off.
The orgasm that rocked Avery’s body was so intense it hurt. He writhed and squirmed beneath Duncan, whose face turned ruddy as he climaxed too. His deep baritone grunting harmonized with Avery’s more flamboyant yelping. More and more jizz spurted into him, the creamy texture of it seeping into Avery’s body. Avery cringed and moaned and begged for more.
Duncan cornholed Avery’s cummy hole so much and so hard that most of his cumload slipped out, making a big frothy mess on the counter. It spread over the glass, and still Duncan shot more and more cum.
Finally, it was done. Duncan was again motionless for a moment, his cock throbbing inside Avery’s sensitive ass. Avery felt such exquisite pleasure it was all he could do to rub his head against the counter beneath him, gasping and heaving for air. The tense pressure in his ass grew, keeping his orgasm going for what felt like eons.
And then, at last, Duncan pulled out. He grimaced and smiled at the sight of his gooey, cum-covered dick. He gulped, taking a deep breath. He grabbed some tissues from the counter and cleaned his cock off.
“Well, sheeit, man, yee-haw! That was… I mean… that was-“
“Was it a good deal for a bouquet?”
“Yeah,” Duncan said. Then he startled. “Shit, I gotta run, man, or I gonna be even later.” He grabbed the bouquet and took a step towards the door. “Oh, I guess I should put my dick away.” He tucked it back into his overalls.
“Hey, what garage do you work at?” Avery asked.
Duncan paused. Would he get made fun of if Avery came to the garage?
“I just might need some work done on my car,” Avery said. “And maybe I could give you a tip… by taking your tip in my mouth?”
Duncan blurted out, “Screw Tight Auto Repair.” He paused. “Don’t say, y’know… uh… Just come on weekends, okay? That’ll be better.”
“I’ll see you then. Tell your mom happy Mother’s Day.”