Rob is after a studly ex-con working as a florist, and he nabs him with an offer of money for manmeat. That’s a good trade, made complicated by the arrival of a patronizing customer and by this florist’s intense need to up his asking price. Can Rob meet his floral needs and satisfy his florist?
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“We close in four minutes, suh,” Thurgood said when Rob walked in to the florist shop.
Rob 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. Rob loved flowers and florist shops, but he’d never seen a florist like Thurgood Pugh.
That’s because Thurgood had stacks of muscle with a brusque demeanor and a scruffy face, looking like a muscular goat. He licked his teeth and looked down Rob’s slim twink body. Thurgood had a rough-tinged voice too, a distant-thunder murmur like a car driving very slowly over rumble strips, and his fingers were thick, his hands big and callused like mallets.
“Oh, you got the roses for that wedding?” Thurgood 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!” Rob said. He flashed a limp wrist at Thurgood. Last time he was here, Rob sensed Thurgood checking him out, looking him up and down, and he was confident Thurgood was the kind of alpha male who would stick his dick in a man. He was a ‘a hole’s a hole’ kinda man, and he’d do what was necessary to get his dick wet. He had that swaggerous stance that suggested he got stiffies a lot and needed to bust a nut to get rid of them. Rob licked his lips and touched Thurgood’s muscular arm through his polo shirt. “You were so helpful, oh my god.”
“Good. Whatcha need?” Thurgood 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.”
“I’ll give you a hundred dollars to stick your dick in me,” Rob said. “That’s not technically a question. Will you stick your dick in me for a hundred dollars? There you go.”
“Hmmm… Thought you was thinkin’ sumfin like that. You crazy, man, you crazy. Man…” Thurgood looked away and covered his face for a minute. “No way, suh, not for no amount of money. No way.”
“Oh-“
He furrowed his brow. “Two hunnerd dollars, man. Two hunnerd dollars. I stick ya you so good you won’t eat beef for a week, man, two hunnerd dollars.”
“Oh, well… You said no way… but okay. Yeah. I can do that. Two hundred dollars,” Rob said.
“Wait, uh… Whatchoo want, huh? You can taste my dick. That what you want?”
“Yes, I want to taste your dick, please, sir, Thurgood. Mr. Pugh. But I also want it in the butt…” Rob said with a seductive smile.
“Hmm… Lemme think, boy.” Thurgood’s reaction had gone from no way to hell yeah to maybe. Rob suspected that the answer was yes, but Thurgood thought he could negotiate more money this way. Rob didn’t mind too much — he could afford it, and he wanted to see what he could tease out of Thurgood.
“Why don’t I just start licking? When you’re ready, you can tell me to bend over and spread my cheeks.”
“Hmm…” He grumbled like he didn’t want to do this, but a smile flickered over his face too. Rob came around to the other side of the counter.
“What? Right now?” Thurgood bristled. “The store’s still open, man.”
Rob smiled as he dropped to his knees behind the counter, concealed from anyone who might come in. Rob pulled his head under Thurgood’s apron, then unzipped Thurgood’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 veiny and so long it sent an anticipatory thrill up Rob’s spine. That was going to hurt. But he couldn’t wait, Rob loved a challenge. He touched the firm bulge of Thurgood’s cock through his khakis. His hands moved upward, under Thurgood’s polo shirt.
“Yo, whiteman, you doin’ it or what? Huh?” He shouted, his gravelly deep voice a low throaty rumble that made Rob’s throat crave his meat. Rob’s fingers explored his warm stone-like chest until Thurgood swatted his hands away. “Get started, damn…” Rob unzipped Thurgood’s jeans and let his cock come out the fly.
At last, Rob licked Thurgood’s shaft. It twitched beneath his tongue, and the flavor of his coconut-oil-scented skin overwhelmed Rob’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.
Rob suppressed a laugh at the realization that a customer had indeed come in. Rob 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?” Thurgood asked. He sounded vaguely flirtatious. Rob 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 Rob slurping on his cock under his apron and behind the counter. Thurgood chuckled. “You gettin’ flowers for the beauty contest you just won?”
“Oh, stop, you’re bad, you’re so bad,” she said. Rob could tell that she blushed and also that she didn’t want Thurgood 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 Thurgood didn’t know what Purple Hat was. His cock stiffened and throbbed in Rob’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,” Thurgood said.
“I’m sorry, dear?”
“The plural of geranium. It’s gerania.” Thurgood pounded on the glass counter. It probably looked like he was in pain, but he was just covering up a moan. His cock dripped precum, its salty flavor coating Rob’s tongue.
Rob was pinned between Thurgood and the counter, which was high enough that the woman couldn’t see anything below Thurgood’s chest. Rob probably would have been overwhelmed by hysterical laughter if his mouth weren’t full. He reached around and grabbed Thurgood’s asscheeks, making him yelp and squirm. Thurgood 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, Thurgood. 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, Thurgood, 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 Rob’s throat. Thurgood tried to keep his hips still, but his instincts had him grinding his dick on Rob’s tongue, and he kept fidgeting to cover up the motion. 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 Thurgood her backup credit card.
Thurgood sighed and flared his nostrils. Rob guzzled down precum, making big moisty sounds that Thurgood had to cover up with a coughing fit. Thurgood writhed and ran the second 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 Rob’s forehead and held it in place. Rob guzzled anyway, fighting against Thurgood’s hand to sswallow his cock deeper. Thurgood got two hands on Rob’s head, trying to pull him off, but Rob was stubborn and stayed right where he was, letting Thurgood’s cock rest in his throat. Even as he tried to stop Rob, Thurgood kept humping his dick back and forth in Rob’s mouth, moving his hips in little circles so the woman wouldn’t see.
“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… Thurgood, 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. Rob reached his hand into the fly of Thurgood’s khakis and played with his balls, which were sweaty and heavy, low-hanging, feeling juicy and plump in Rob’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, Rob thought, but she didn’t let on that she was aware. Rob nuzzled his nose all the way down into Thurgood’s dense nest of pubic hair.
“Sure, that makes sense. But most… African American people nationwide-” she said it like she expected Thurgood 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 as if that was a punchline but stopped when Thurgood 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, Thurgood! I can’t wait, we’re going to have such a dialogue!”
“Ah…” His mouth twisted into shapes. It was obvious to Rob 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 Rob’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, Thurgood sighed and looked down at Rob. He opened his mouth to say something angry, but then the door opened. The woman walked back in. “And God bless! Thank you, Thurgood, and God bless you!”
“Uh… Yeah. Good… night.” He scoffed when the door finally shut with her on the other side. He grabbed Rob 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,” Rob said, gasping for air. “You should communicate better with her, as a representative of your community-“
“Shut up,” he said. He sniffed. “Now go lock the door.”
“Me-?”
His nostrils flared. He slapped Rob on the cheek with one hand, his cock pulsating on Rob’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 when it’s hard. And this place got windows, man, I can’t go walkin’ over there.”
Rob nodded and walked over to the door. “So, Thurgood, have you fucked that woman?”
“Hell no. You don’t understand girls. She the kinda fat white chick I don’t fuck. She that other kind,” he said. He lowered his eyes. “The bad kind.”
Rob flicked the lock, and turned the sign over from Open to Closed. “Sorry you have to go to a Democratic Party dinner.” He looked at Thurgood sympathetically. “That sucks.”
“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 Chandler. I know he’s who she meant by ‘local religious leaders’.” When Rob returned to the counter, Thurgood scowled and grabbed him by the neck. Thurgood 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,” Rob 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 Rob resumed licking his cock, which had only lost a trace of its erection as they shifted rooms. Thurgood 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.”
Rob’s mouth was full, so all he could do was nod and mumble in an agreeable way. It didn’t seem Thurgood really cared what he thought anyway. Thurgood barely paid attention to his own dick. He fumed and humped his shaft down Rob’s throat. When Rob gagged, Thurgood lightly slapped him on the cheek but kept plowing his face. His dick slipped out and rammed all over Rob’s face, but Thurgood didn’t stop pumping his hips back and forth, he just aimed it back for Rob’s mouth.
“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.
Rob had an idea, but he couldn’t say it with his mouth full. He tried to pat Thurgood’s plump asscheeks to signal he needed a break, but Thurgood ignored that signal, treating his face like a pocket pussy. His balls slapped against Rob’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 Rob’s flailing signaled he wanted Thurgood to stop. Thurgood 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.”
Rob’s face was bright red. He didn’t even really want a break, he just had an idea to tell Thurgood. 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 five hunnerd.”
Rob’s throat closed up around Thurgood’s throat. He clawed at his body as his lungs cried out for air. He knocked a vase off the counter, but Thurgood caught it with lightning-fast reflexed. Some of the flowers — a bunch of pale irises — landed on the floor. Thurgood ignored them.
“Hold up yo’ right hand if five hunnerd is alright. That’ll be seven hunnerd total,” Thurgood said. “Hold up yo’ left hand if you sayin’ no.”
Rob held up his right hand.
“Good.” Thurgood stood there with his hands on his hips, watching Rob squirm. He didn’t hump anymore, he just stood still with his cock being rubbed and caressed by Rob’s sputtering throat. Great gobs of saliva escaped out of Rob’s choking mouth, soaking into Thurgood’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,” Thurgood said.
He finally pulled away from Rob’s mouth, allowing Rob to gasp for air. Rob staggered away from the wall. He was overwhelmed by dizziness as he gulped down air. Thurgood roughly dragged him to the center of the room, surrounded by buckets full of potted roses. He snarled at Rob.
“I say bend over, boy!” He smacked Rob’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.”
Rob knew he would like it, but he was still apprehensive. Thurgood’s cock was huge, after all. He bent over and grabbed his ankles. It was an awkward position for him, but Rob didn’t mind it — part of the joy was getting it from unusual angles, from unusual people, in unusual situations.
“I had an idea,” Rob 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 Rob’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 Rob, 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 don’t gotta go talk to a bunch of Democrats and Rev’rnd Chandler. 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, Thurgood seemed distracted. He complained about Reverend Chandler as he slammed his dick in Rob’s hard. His cock slammed all the way in, tickling Rob’s innards and sending shards of pleasure through his body. Thurgood may not have noticed that he didn’t prepare Rob’s ass in any way.
“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 Rob’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, Thurgood 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, Thurgood!” Rob knew he was being cheated — Thurgood must have decided Rob could afford to pay more, which was accurate, and he was cheating Rob into agreeing to it.
“I like hearin’ you beg, boy,” he said. He grabbed Rob’s head by his hair, and he took them both down to the ground. Thurgood dropped, but it was a controlled fall like he had done this many times before. Rob’s heart leapt into his chest because it felt like he was falling, but he ended up landing on his stomach.
Thurgood was atop his back, pressing down with all his weight. He slammed Rob’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. Rob turned his head to the side. Thurgood kissed him on the lips. It was a very awkward, sideways kiss because Rob’s head was shoved into the floor. Moments later, however, Thurgood rolled over.
Rob screamed in pain and pleasure. He sat on Thurgood’s cock, all twelve inches of which pulsated in his ass. He could feel Thurgood’s orgasm growing. Rob laid back onto Thurgood’s chest, exulting in the feel of his prison-starved muscles flexing against Rob’s smooth skin.
From this angle, Rob could kiss Thurgood more effectively. He sucked on his lip and stuck his tongue in Thurgood’s mouth. Thurgood kissed him back passionately, slathering spit over Rob’s tongue as he ground his cock in Rob’s ass.
They both came at the same time. Almost as soon as Rob felt the first burst of cum in his ass, his own cock throbbed in his fingers and his wad spurted out. It sprayed over Thurgood’s chest and shoulders.
Pure liquid bliss flowed through Rob’s veins. He gasped and gulped down air, savoring the taste of Thurgood’s sweaty body and hot breath. He licked Thurgood’s grizzled chin and neck, prompting a grimace from Thurgood as he filled up Rob’s ass.
He shot a huge load. It just kept on flowing, even after Rob had emptied his own balls over Thurgood’s pecs and shoulders. Thurgood kept on groaning into Rob’s his ear, licking his cheek and spurting jet after jet of creamy hot cum into him.
Finally he was done, but Thurgood didn’t stop. He wrapped both arms and legs around Rob’s body to hold him in position. He pistoned his hips to keep his limpening dick inside, until his massive wad turned into a big frothy mess that leaked down his shaft into Thurgood’s bushy crotch.
Thurgood groaned and fell limp. His cock was still hard, but the rest of his body was soft like half-melted chocolate. Rob loved that feeling. He rolled his head over to lick Thurgood’s neck, then down to his sweaty chest. Rob 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 Rob off him though. He just held his hands above Rob’s head and watched him lick.
Rob pulled away. He stood and stretched his sore legs. Thurgood remained there on the floor, khakis around his ankles, apron and shirt pulled up and over his jizz-splattered chest. After a minute or two, he finally got up and wiped his chest off.
“Thanks,” Rob said as he wrote out a check. He laid it on the table surrounded by gerania.
“Lemme see that,” Thurgood said with a growl. Rob handed him the check and he hobbled to his feet. Pants still around his ankles, he went to a 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,” Rob said. He dropped to his knees and licked Thurgood’s smooth plump asscheek.
Thurgood growled. He shifted his weight between his feet as though he expected a show of hostility to scare Rob off. That was probably a good bet most of the time — Thurgood was large, muscular and scary, while Rob was thin, delicate and weak. But Rob knew how to handle men like him. So he just licked all of his ass-sweat off his butt. From the way his back shuddered, it was clear Thurgood 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, freak.”
Rob nodded and stood up. He put his clothes back on, using Thurgood’s body for support as he got his pants on. Thurgood snorted and rolled his eyes, but he allowed it.
Then Rob kissed Thurgood once more on the lips. Again, Thurgood bristled and grumbled, but he didn’t make Rob stop. He narrowed his eyes to slits.
“Thanks, Thurgood. You’re a great florist, a real artiste, a rose sprouting from concrete. Do you wanna be a Democrat?” Rob said, giggling.
“Just get out.”
