Ollie

"Dang, that was a pleasant surprise," Ollie thought as he left Dr. Roberts office. He was walking past a convenience store when he saw a sign for Malboros. He was running low so he decided to stop in. The place was empty save the cashier who was behind the register looking bored out of his mind. Ollie approached the man and asked:

"Pack of Marlboros please..." Ollie's voiced trailed as he made eye contact with the man. The cashier smiled at Ollie grabbing a pack.

"Anything else I can get you hon?" The cashier handed Ollie the pack and a shock of electricity went through Ollie. He felt his cheeks getting red hot. Ollie couldn't find words. Finally, Ollie managed to compose himself enough.

"Could I have a weenie as well?" The cashier smiled at this.

"Do you want the old burnt ones on the coils...or the fresh organic on I've got between my pants." The cahier smiled clutching his dick. Ollie's mind was on fire. HE WAS MARRIED...so then why did he want to drain this cashier's dick. "Come on. I know you want it. I can smell a cock whore a mile away. Get on your knees and suck it. I don't have all day." For some reason, Ollie found himself complying, going behind the counter. Ollie flopped to his knees and began hungrily eating this man's flesh, worshiping his body.

"What a hungry slut you are?" The cashier said slipping his dick over his pants, "Now feast!" Ollie looked at the hard dick in front of his face. What was he doing? He looked up at the stranger who was egging him on.

"Go on. It won't bite" The cashier took his dick and poked it at Ollie's mouth. This sent Ollie over the edge as he gobbled up the dick.

"Fuck, calm down man, there's plenty." Ollie didn't know what had come over him. He was so hungry for this dick. It felt so good sliding down his throat, **** him. The man moaned, it apparently didn't take much to get the stranger to cum down his throat. "Holy shit, you're a hungry faggot." The cashier said, handing him the smokes, "Here, it's on me." Ollie looked at the cigarettes. He suddenly felt no compulsion or want to smoke.

"I'm good." Ollie says standing up. The cashier shrugs putting the cigarettes back.

"Whatever." he said as Ollie walked out.