The Closeout Sale

 The Closeout Sale

Hello, my name is Scott, I’m a bit older than the tail I’m about to share with you.  After all it happened several years ago when I was younger and more active sexually, then again weren’t we all in those days.  

At the time I worked in retail for several years after getting my life back on track following a rather humiliating episode in my life that forced me out of a job I loved, turned my family against me along with any so-called friends that dropped me like a nasty piece of trash.   For many years, since I was a young kid you might say, I was always very “sensitive” to the world beyond, some say paranormal, others parallel dimensions.  Either way whatever the connection I had, varied upon contact and the moment.  

With that in mind let’s jump back to the year 2021, I had been working as a retail worker in a fast paced electronics business working in the warehouse and occasionally store security.  I was fairly older than the other guys that worked the store at the time, I didn’t have any college degrees but I had experience and the work ethic desperately sought after for the job in hand where so many young people come and go with the seasons.  

Often I’d enthrall these younger “kids” with my tales of “strange happenings” at the store including video footage from late night cameras that no one could explain (except me).  I especially loved the footage of the balloon floating in the warehouse at one of our Virginia locations I had worked.  Late at night the store was closed and a balloon had gotten “loose” from one of the many scattered around the store to “draw attention” to something being promoted.  It gently floated about six feet off the ground with its ribbon hanging down as it made its way into the warehouse.  The cameras showed it just lingering in the open area when it sudden lunged from one direction to another as if someone was shaking it.  This continued off and on for several minutes till the lights come up and a manager walks in with law enforcement from the alarm being set off.   As if nothing was there the balloon suddenly stopped and went back to lazily floating as the manager and officers searched the building before leaving.  The next morning I had pulled the security footage and saw this and needlessly made a copy cause no one would’ve believed it.

Occasionally we’d get a new guy in that’d be “into” the paranormal and the ancient Gods of old only to discover they had no idea of what we might be discussing.   Many of them a haunted house is some fabricated location set up for Halloween featuring gallons of fake gore and fake haints.

A pandemic broke out around 2019 and the world went totally apeshit stupid and corporate offices decided to lay everyone with any tenure throughout the chain, as a result I eventually found work else where, and then eventually landing as a glorified janitor at a very old hospital once run by the Catholic Church.  Needless to say a 100+ year old hospital had plenty of paranormal experiences.  That’s a tail for another time though.

A few years later I went over for a closeout sale at the store and one of my old managers that survived the corporate purges asked me if I’d be interested in coming back for some part-time work; mostly night security while they worked to move things about and deal with online purchases.  I agreed for the times I didn’t have to be back at the hospital job at O’Dark Thirty the next day and a decent wage along what I had been making previously.  Among the new workers was a young man that oddly seemed familiar.  When he told me his name I discovered he was from my hometown and his dad was one of my close friends in school; a friend with amazing benefits you might say.

Junior was twenty at the time and was going to the local university working at the store part time.  He looked soo much like his dad that when I first saw him I thought I was seeing a ghost.  Tall with jet black hair and piercing blue eyes and built like a brick shit house soccer player and killer smile, just like his dad.   I had lost track of his dad years ago and yet often dreamed of him and our dalliances as we explored our sexuality as teens and later young adults.  However Mike, Sr went on and joined the army while my screwed up knee kept me out and I eventually lost track of him.

One evening at work I kept noticing Junior not only watching me, but the other guys, particularly their asses.  Like father like son as they say, Mike Sr used to shag anyone with a nice ass with his massive eight and half inches, myself included.  My curiosity got the best of me one night when I noticed the repeat behavior and I idled up next to Junior and subtle-like whispered to him “You know your old man used to do the same when we were younger.  Checking out anyone, guy or gal with a nice set of buns.  He used to take me and plow my buns hard and my throat even harder whenever we had the chance for years.”  

I think it was that moment he realized exactly who I was.  Senior had apparently told him many times of his Best Friend with a throat eager to please and the paranormal and multiple sexual escapades they’d have before he joined the army.  In those days we both swung back and forth exploring, mainly because at the time we lived in a very homophobic community and we had to have cover stories.  After all Senior had knocked up a gal near the end of our Senior year in high school.  Twin boys, sadly both were born with Cystic Fibrosis and died in infancy I later learned.  We never did find out what came of her.  He eventually married Junior’s mom while in the army years later 

The next few days Junior began messaging me and dropping hints that he’d like to get together.  Apparently he liked the idea of shagging his dad’s old buddy as I agreed to see if he had his dad’s attributes.  Many nights at work I’d notice a very nice bulge when we’d be close, then the pictures started.  Oh My Sweet Creator - his dad all over and then some it seemed.

We got together at my place one weekend and Junior didn’t waste any time discovering my lips as we savagely raped each other.  I pushed Junior back against the wall as I dropped to my knees, exploring every delicious inch of his beautiful body.  As my tongue followed the thin treasure trail across his abs, and then beautiful cock that was straining at the fabric of his tight fitting briefs I slowly eased his briefs down, and the most amazing 9 inch cock slapped my face.  

I began to slowly trace every delicious inch of that beautiful cock and my lips wrapped around the tip, and I slowly impaled my throat with junior, gasping and moaning, with each inch that I took in.   I slowly worked back-and-forth as my tongue rolled around the shaft, and the head juniors pre-cum was oozing in massive amounts and I was not about to let a single drop go to waste. “Oh my god! Dad was right when he said you could suck a golf ball through a straw!” I worked down to his balls and began to roll em around as he became more and more weak knee as I explored him.  Looking up into his baby blues as I worked his cock I kept thinking of the same look Mike would give me.  

I slowly rose kissing and licking every inch of his finely sculpted body, remembering how skinny Sr was in those days, of course I could say much being a twinkish otter myself.  As I began kissing him I whispered “your old man used to fill my throat with cum and all too often retreat before letting me touch it again, hope you don’t when I drain you dry when I go back down.”  His response was a groan of pleasure, “uncle Scott don’t stop please don’t stop!”  I nibbled his neck and ears a few minutes before kissing him with more and more passion, causing his monster cock to throb with precum which I eagerly wiped with my fingers and shared it with him.   Then I counties back down taking each nipple as his moans increased with pleasure and his precum increased in volume and flavor. 

Soon I had eased him slowly from the living room wall I had him pinned against to the sling and eased him back into it, spreading his legs for more access to his beautiful cock and ass.  As I worked him slowly I eased my tongue to his ass sending him almost over the edge.  “Oh God no one has ever done that!” As he lifted up watching me in the mirror above it and reached for my head and held it there against his tasty hole which I devoured.  Every moan sent my tongue deeper and deeper before I began exploring more, stopping only to lick up the buckets of precum he was producing. 

As we had established no safe words I could tell he wanted more and more and so I happily obliged.  “Uncle Scott fuck me please!”  Instead I continued to make him beg as my tongue worked his inner thighs, Adonis v-lines, balls, and cock.  Occasionally I’d rise and slowly work my way up his torso as his hands gripped the sling chains, twisting and consorting as I teased him with my cock pressing his hole.  I slowly worked the tip of my cock into his sweet hole as I kissed him.  “Please!” He managed to mumble and I continued into him, it was as if his sweet ass was drawing me deeper till I could go no further in.  Slowly pumping I watched his baby blues roll back into his head as his moans intensified with each thrust.  The warmth and twitching of his ass muscles made me fill him quickly.  I left my cock in him till it softened and slid out with his ass still gripping it wanting more.  

I dropped down and began eating his ass tasting my cum as it leaked from his hole.  His sweet cock begging for attention as he begged me not to stop.  I eased my throat on his cock and began working him again when he let out a loud “I’m cumming!” As he pumped blast after blast down my hungry throat, so much that it leaked out of the corners of my mouth.  Once he stopped throbbing I helped him out of the sling and kissed him with his cum still leaking out of the corners of my mouth.  Jr wasted no time licking it up as we kissed.  “Uncle Scott that was amazing!  Dad was right, but he never said you were a top and I love it. What’s next Sir?”

We laid down for a few minutes to recharge.  We spoke of little things in our lives and next thing I knew I he rotated around and was sixty-nine with his ass on my face and his mouth devouring my cock.  Needless to say I was enjoying every minute of rimming him as he sucked me.

When he stopped to take a breath I encouraged him to come back to the living room and tie me up in the sling where I’d be all his for the taking.  He didn’t hesitate and before I knew it I was in the sling with my arms restrained.  Junior was like a pup eager to please.  Starting with my feet in the stirrups he began kissing and massaging them as he slowly worked up my inner thighs to the base of my ass and balls before repeating over and over as this drove me wild.  It had been ages since feeling such pleasure and I made sure he knew it.  With an eager grin and those baby blues he began working my cock and balls making me wither and moan more and more.  He would work me till I was close and then stop to kiss me.  

Moving down sucking my nipples like I had him earlier he knew exactly what he was doing and took great pleasure in it.  He worked my inner thighs and ass just like I had done to him when I had him in the sling.  His tongue slid into my eager hole as I had been wanting him inside me since I first saw him.  Deeper and deeper his tongue maneuvered making me ooze precum which he also didn’t let go to waste.  Every few minutes he would repeat his process of inner thighs, balls, nipples and cock. “Baby you know how to please, I’m all yours”

What felt like an eternity of pleasure Junior stood up and in one movement he was deep inside me with his monster cock.  “Oh papa your ass is all moist and warm inside! I wanna stay here forever!”  I could only reply in a long moan “Yes! Yes! It’s all yours baby boy”. His strokes were long and slow and I could feel every vein and throb of his sweet cock.  I was still restrained and all I wanted was to reach for his nips and pull him down to me so I could kiss him as I looked into his baby blues that were a glaze with ecstasy and his tongue peeking between his lips as he expertly slid in and out allowing the swing’s motion to bounce my ass on his cock.  Within moments I could feel my ass clinching his cock as my ass began to cum, lubricating his massive cock as he wiped the precum from my cock and licked his fingers in a teasing manner.  

He leaned in and finally kissed me as he continued his slow strokes in and out.  As he reached down playing with my nipples he grinned and began to pick up the pace, still flicking my nips as he done so.  Our moans could surely be heard outside the apartment by this point and we didn’t care.  “Oh Mike you breed me soo well!  I can only imagine what your dad could’ve done with me if I had this back in the day.  Don’t stop! Please take your time and fill me up with multiple loads”

He pulled out and smacked my ass and balls with that monster of a cock and shoved back in as he began pumping me full of his cum.  I could feel it dripping out of my ass with each stroke as he slowed down, still pumping.  He quickly stepped around to the side and shoved it in my throat and continued to cum.  I swallowed every drop he would feed me as I could taste my ass cum mixed with his.  At the same time he reached for my oozing cock and leaned down in time to swallow my load as I blasted what felt like the biggest load I’ve ever had.  Once he caught his breath he finally unleashed me from my bindings and pulled me up and held me close as we kissed and headed back to bed.

A few days later I saw Junior again at work.  The coy looks we kept giving each other drew suspicion from the others which we ignored.  Junior sided up next to me and whispered “I can’t wait to do that again.  I’ve even got a surprise for you soon, just can’t tell ya yet.” As I looked at him with a puzzling grin he said, “Oh by the way, dad said to remind you about the old orphanage.”  

As work slowed down and we had a few hours to kill I started to tell the tale of one of the trips to an old abandoned orphanage that had sat empty for about 20 years at the time.  The orphanage sat along a railroad siding along the New River having one time served as a railroad hotel then a girls school before finally an orphanage that operated about ten years before being closed for abuses and mysterious deaths.  It sat empty for many years before the State of Virginia bought the old railroad and ripped up all the tracks for a walking/riding trail.   The orphanage and surrounding buildings were boarded up to keep yahoos like us out.  However, we always found ways of getting in late at night and exploring.  One night one of our entourage come screaming up the hallway so we went to check it out.  Sitting in a corner was a small boy crying with the room cold as ice.  We asked him what was wrong.  He looked up and said “they won’t let me go poop.”  We looked at each other and turned back and he was gone.   Needless to say the six of us 17 year olds didn’t waste time getting out.  The following year the State Parks Department began renovating the building for their new offices.

About the time I finished the story one of the guys found a OUJIA Board among a new shipment of products.  It had apparently been damaged in transit and was marked to be tossed out.  Their curiosity got the better of them and against my warnings they laid it out and began asking it questions, with no reply at first.  Then Junior talked me into placing my hand on the shoe and ask a question.  I knew they were playing with fire as the store had been built on an old burial ground.

As I warned everyone once again there could be serious repercussions once I join in.  There were only four of us there that night and I took position on the shoe.  I felt an intense cold run down my spine as did Junior.  The other two didn’t speak but I could they too were experiencing something.  The other guys were young and good looking but no where near as hot as Junior.  I grinned at young Mike Jr and he picked up on the same idea as I peered over at the others.  

I took a slow deep breath and held it a moment as I began to speak, “is there a spirit among us this evening?”  “YES” the shoe moved to.  “How many are you?”  “4”. I looked at Junior and smiled.  “Are you males or females?” The response spelled out  “M.A.L.E.S …….H.R.N.Y………. “M.E.T……B.F.O.R.” The others looked confused as I continued, “can you please show us, for we are willing to assist”

The lights dimmed and things began to shake in the warehouse as a pale green-yellow mist began to appear.  At that moment the other two guys fled the building not to return.  Junior looked at me with excitement as a larger than life creature began to manifest itself with three smaller creatures of similar form appeared.  The larger of the group I recognized from many years ago during one of me and Senior adventures near the old orphanage.  He was about six and half feet tall, broad shoulders, chiseled body, chalky complexion and flame red hair, muscular legs and arms and a long tail and a cock that was easily 10-12 inches and just as thick.   His companions were very similar but much smaller, closer to normal human size, yet each with an 8-1/2” cock.

The pair of us fell to our knees and offered our services.  Communication was unspoken, but through a sort of telepathic means; even the no communication between myself and Junior was this way.  In no time flat we were both stripped nekked by the companions as their master stood over us with his cock oozing precum.  We jointly began licking the juice off his massive cock and combining our tongues to cover every delicious inch of him.

As Junior and I engorged ourselves the companions maneuvered behind us.  Our asses were lifted up and their tongues began to dive in deep into our holes as we eagerly worked the massive log and balls before us.  Soon the companions maneuvered us into my favorite sixty-nine with Junior engorged with our cocks oozing buckets of sweet nectar.  

Before long the companions pulled us apart like pulling a kid away from candy counter.  Then they placed junior straddle my waist as their master worked Junior’s ass down onto my cock and the companions lifted him up and down all I could do was look up in my boy’s eyes as they rolled back and forth, his moans echoing in my head as the master had shoved his massive cock down my throat and pumped.

One by one the companions slid inside his ass along with my own.  I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything like that.  Then sure enough they had read my mind and switch us around so I could be double penetrated.  All I could think of was could I handle Junior and the master at the same time as my ass had never been stretched like that would.

In an instant it happened.  Slowly at first with a companions cock in my throat the master eased himself inside me to join Junior’s sweet meat.  The companions made sure to keep my throat filled and my ass spread for the massive load I was about to receive.  

I could feel Junior’s load bursting deep in my gut as his moans of ecstasy fill my mind.  A moment later as the master sped up his rhythm and he too discharged soo much warm cum I thought it would come out through every orifice.     The master left his and junior’s cocks inside me a for few minutes before sliding out.  

Next thing the companions were all about taking turns fucking mine and Junior’s asses.   The scene was like some Japanese Anime porn with the master stroking his cock, approvingly watching it transpire.  Each companion filled our asses as well as our throats in what seemed an eternity.

Then suddenly everything stopped, the master and companions had gone, we were back to wearing our work clothes as before.  About that time the other coworkers returned having recovered from their OUJIA scare.  I eased up to the security office to check the camera footage only to find only a two minute glitch of snowy interference on the one camera while the others showed normal operations going on.  

As for myself and Junior, well our lives got a bit more exciting and further adventures to come