down. Probably just some bored hoodlum, I thought, but I would teach him a lesson. I pushed him against the trash bin and got inches from his face. He looked unnerved as I began to pad him down. It was completely unnecessary, after all I wasn’t a cop, just store security, but he didn’t know any better and I needed to feel his boyish body.

Beneath the mounds of fabric he was all muscle. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the way his tight abs felt against my fingertips. I could feel my cock stir inside my jeans. I needed to get a taste of him.

“Are you enjoying yourself?”

The sound of his voice snapped me back to reality and I stepped away.

“What did you do with the merchandise?” I asked.

“I stuck it down my pants.” He responded, baiting me.

“Quit playing games and hand it over!”

He looked at me for a second and then unbuttoned his jeans. Heavy with the weight of the stolen merchandise they dropped to the floor.

“Come and get it,” he said with a devilish smile.

I walked over to him and reached down to grab the merchandise. The head of his cock loomed next to me. I licked my lips in anxious anticipation. I wanted to taste him so badly. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see a drop of pre cum had formed on the slit of his love tool.

“You know you want it,” he said.

I got down on both knees and turned my head to face him. His hard member called to me. I opened my mouth and let it slide between my eager lips. My hands reached under his shirt. His chest was as smooth as a board. I grabbed at his nipples and squeezed them hard between my fingertips. He moaned in pleasure thrusting deeper into my throat, forcing me to take his cock to the root.

I pulled my hands away from his erect nips and traced the length of his back. I wanted to fuck this twink so badly. I pulled off his cock and stood up, I was slightly taller than him. It was just enough to give me the upper hand. I looked down on him; my hands placed firmly around his tiny waist, and forced him to turn around.

I pressed my body against his, shoving him against the trash compactor. My mouth went for his neck, kissing and working my tongue in circles. He pressed his tight ass against my erection. I wrapped one arm around his waist and started to grind into him, my cock reaching for him through my jeans.

With my free hand I unbuckled my pants and pulled them down along with my briefs. My dick was ready for action. Pre cum was oozing freely from the head. I was on fire and his sweet ass was my relief. Hungrily, I plunged into him. I was in need of some release and I didn’t care about anything else.

His hole was tight, just the way I liked it. It made me want to thrust into him harder. I dug my fingers on the sides of his waist and really began to pound into him. He met my thrusts with his own desperation. There was one thing I could be certain of; he was not new to this.

“You like the way I fuck you?” I whispered in his ear.

He shook his head yes