Pidz
94 / male
Not Alabama, England, UK
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Sunday afternoon tea with the vicar and cucumber sandwiches… Part 2.
When I got to the rice it was a complete shambles. The Basmati rice I needed was out and the other rice’s were split and spreading everywhere. I beckoned a shop boy if there were any more stocks and he suggested I asked the manager in his office, down the end of this aisle and the blue door on the left. As I knocked on the door of ‘Mr. K. Budgen (Manager)’, I heard the word, “enter”. He was a small guy, late sixties and looked like the type of man you would warn your kids not to talk to. He sat in a swivel chair behind an enormous, leather topped oak desk and said, “Just a second”, as he finished penning a file in front of him. He looked up at me for a moment and straightaway his gazed dropped to my nipples. “How can I help you miss”, he said as his gaze never left my pinkies. I was used to men staring, but there was something odd about this old creep that made me a bit hot. Maybe it was me telling him his rice stack was a disgrace and did he have any Basmati in the stockroom? But it was like he wasn’t listening to a word I was saying and just kept muttering, “oh dear, oh dear, that’s a pity”. The poor guy was trembling and a small droplet of drool was descending from the corner of his mouth towards his chin. Finding his response so damned annoying, I leaned forward putting both hands on his desk and caught sight of the tip of his cock head waving about. I was astounded. His stare was fixed on my nipples and he was wanking himself off, all the while I had been there! Then he grinned and looked me in the eye and said, “Do you want to come around this side and see what you have made me do”? Out of curiosity I had to see for myself and moved to the side of his desk; I instantly froze when I saw what he had in his hands. Oh my fucking god! How could this be? How can a creep like this have a cock like Adonis? It was the most perfectly shaped cock I had seen in my life. He stood up and his pants fell to the floor and his chair shot backwards. His shaft was long and as thick as my wrist, even his hand barely fitted around its thickness. His balls were perfectly formed and hanging so heavy. My stare went up the whole length of his meat, that was crowned with the most gorgeous and succulent bell end I had ever seen. I could not believe it and I found myself thinking again, how can this old git be so well endowed with the best cock ever?
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