The floor behind the counter

Your vision is blurred, as Tyler pulls his dick out, and watches out the window. You hit your hands and knees heaving, and cough up pre-cum and saliva. As your reorient yourself, you flip over. His huge pale dick is hard, and his baggy shirt straddles it. His two large balls stick out over the top of his red boxer briefs. Tyler locks his eyes on you, and with a wicked smile says "Finally, we're alone."

He steps over you, pulls a small TV off a low shelf, and places it on the floor. What is he doing, you ask yourself? Why the hell, didn't you ask for help!? That was your chance!

He stands over you again, almost triumphantly. He reaches down and pulls his shirt up and off, revealing his defined abs. He has tattoos on his upper arms. His silver chain drops heavily on his muscled pecs. He reaches down and grabs your leg. You reach to stop him, your arm grabbing his muscular, vascular forearm. You try to resist, but he flips you over like a rag doll. You fell your cargo shorts slide down and then your boxers...

You can feel him straddle you. Although you can't see it, you know his dick is right above you. Like a scorpion about to sting...