Target Shopping

I was casually shopping at my local Target, checking out the graphics tees. I don’t normally buy shirts at Target simply because they don’t fit my frame well, but I do like to look to see what they have. That’s when I saw him. He was browsing racks about twenty feet away, his back to me. He looked like he frequented the gym. His back was broad, his legs sturdy and muscular. He was wearing gray terry cloth shorts and a tight athletic shirt. He turned and I got a look at him. He was a good looking black man with milk-chocolate skin, clean shaven, and his hair was cut close. His chest was not disappointing. I love a nice chest. I glanced downward and I was pretty sure he was freeballing as I could see a definite outline of his cock running down the left leg of his shorts. I looked up and realized he was looking right at me.

“Oh shit,” I thought and looked away, trying to look like I was interested in the latest X-Men graphic tee. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that he was coming my way. Not fast. He looked like he was browsing as well. As he got closer, I tried to steal glances and follow him.

He stopped on the other side of the rack of clothes from me. I glanced up and realized he was looking directly at me. I felt like a deer caught in oncoming headlights. He smiled slightly. God he was gorgeous!

He slowly worked his way around the rack of clothes, his eyes never leaving mine. Soon enough he was right next to me.

“You like the X-Men?” he asked. His voice was low and soft. Sexy as his body.

“Uh…yeah,” I said. My mouth felt dry.

He took the shirt and held it up to my chest as if to check how it might look on me. I felt his other hand brush the front of my pants. He put the shirt back.

“Not quite right,” he said and stepped closer to me. I could feel his body heat. He was an inch of two shorter than me, but it felt like he was towering over me, looking down on me. In an even lower voice, almost a whisper, he said, “I been watching you.”

I wasn’t sure how to respond. I was so close to him. I wanted to touch him. I wanted him to touch me.

“You have a nice ass,” he said in that same whisper. I felt his hand, this time brushing my rear. He turned slightly so we were more side by side. I looked down and saw that his cock was pressing harder against the gray terry cloth. “You like what you see?” I nodded. He took his hand from my rear and pulled the leg of his shorts up, revealing the tip of his cock. It looked uncut and thick. “Show me.”

I looked around quickly and didn’t see anyone close. I dropped to my knees. With shaking hands, I took his cock and peeled back the foreskin to reveal the reddish brown tip. There was a drop of precum in the slit and I leaned in to lick it. I heard him give a sigh of pleasure. I took the tip into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it.

“Fuck, papi,” he said, his voice was even more sexy. “You know what you’re doing don’t you?”

I continued to swirl my tongue across the tip and his cock lengthened and hardened.

“I need to play with that ass” He stepped back and adjusted himself to hide his package. He grabbed a few items off the rack and covered himself. “Wait 30 seconds and then follow.” He walked off as I got up off my knees. I watched as he entered the dressing rooms. “Am I really doing this?” I thought, watching him disappear around the corner. Of course, I knew I was. I grabbed a few shirts at random and followed.

Once I got into the changing area, I looked around, not sure where he went. Then I saw him glance out of a stall in the far back. When I got to the stall, I ducked in and locked the door behind me.

He was seated on the bench, his shorts off and his shirt lifted up. HIs cock wasn’t massive but it was nice. Probably 7 inches but damn thick. He had shaved his pubes which made his cock look bigger.

I started to get on my knees but he stopped me and motioned me to strip. I quickly shed my clothes down to my socks. He motioned for me to turn around, which I did. I felt his hand on my ass, kneading my cheeks, Then I felt a finger slide up my crack. I couldn’t help myself, I moaned softly and leaned back into it.

“Aight, come suck me,” he said. I turned and dropped to my knees, sliding as much of his cock into my mouth as I could. “Yeah, papi, get it nice and wet.” He leaned forward, pushing more of his fuck stick into my mouth and he used his hands to pull my ass cheeks apart. I concentrated on his cock but I felt a wet finger sliding along my ass crack. “Nice fat ass,” he said, leaning back again.

I kept licking and sucking the next few minutes. At one point he took my head in his hands and started fucking my face. I could feel drool rolling down my chin. Finally he pushed my mouth off and he told me to turn around. I did, and he pulled me down towards his lap. I felt the tip of his cock as he slid it around my hole.

“Tell me how much you want this cock.”

“Please fuck me,” I begged. “I want your cock in my ass.” I tried to press my ass down but he stopped me. “Please?” I said again. I wanted him in my ass. He spit on his hand, wiping it on my hole, and pushing two fingers inside. Then I felt him position his cock at the entrance to my hole and he pulled me down. I slid down. I moaned in pleasure, feeling my hole being stretched. It took a few times sliding up and down again, but I finally was sitting solidly on his lap, his cock buried to the hilt. I was in heaven.

Then he began to fuck me and I nearly lost my mind. He was gentle, pulling out a few inches and slowly pushing back in. I grabbed my own hard cock, but he took my hands, holding them in his. I got the message. This was about him. I looked down; precum was dripping out of my cock in a steady stream, running down and over my balls. There was a mirror to one side and I could see him fucking me which turned me on even more.

He pulled me tight against his chest and began to stroke into me harder. He was moaning and grunting. I felt his mouth on my neck and I turned my head towards him. He started kissing me, slipping his tongue into my mouth.

This went on for what felt like 20 minutes or more but was more likely just two or three minutes when he stopped and pushed me off of him. He pushed me up against the mirror and got behind me. I had to bend my knees slightly, but I felt him slip his cock into me. He pushed my back down. I arched my back. In the mirror, I could see him behind me. He looked me in the eye as he began to savagely pound me. He fucked me like he hadn’t gotten laid in months. I thought he was turning my ass inside out and I loved it.

“Where do you want it?” he asked me.

“Breed me,” I moaned. He gave me a hard smile and unbelievably started pounding my ass even harder. The wall with the mirror was shaking and I thought for sure the store must hear him turning me into his fucktoy. Then he started grunting and moaning loudly. He pushed his hips hard into me at the same time that he pulled me by my hips against his groin. I could feel his cock swell and I knew he was dumping his cum in me. He stopped for a few seconds, panting, his cock still buried in my ass. I looked down and realized my cum was splattered all over the mirror. I had cum hands-free and didn’t even realize it.

Then he started to softly fuck me again. “Oh fuck, he’s not done?” I thought. “Can I handle any more?” He fucked me a few more strokes but softly, almost lovingly.

“Damn, papi, I needed that,” he said, letting his cock fall from my ass. He sat back down on the bench. I looked at his softening cock, then I got on my knees and cleaned the rest of the cum off his cock.

Once I was done, he lifted my face and he looked into my eyes. “You a freak,” he said, laughing. He gave my face a light slap. Then he pulled on his shorts and shirt, unlocked the door and walked out. I was still on my knees and naked, looking after him, when a woman appeared at the end of the row of stalls. As he walked by her, I knew she saw me but she ducked into an open dressing stall and I heard the door bang shut. I wondered what she thought of me, on my knees and naked, the hot black stud’s cum filling my insides. I didn’t really care to be honest. I got dressed and walked out of the store. I could still feel his load inside me as I walked.