Liquor Store Encounter

Wine? Which wine goes with which dish? Damn, I can never remember. I know which wines I like so usually I just buy those and make sure that I have the right color with the right food, which is less difficult to remember. But the other day I wanted a special wine as I was having guess that were really into French wines (is there any other) and I wanted to serve a wine that would appeal to them and show that I knew more than I did about wines.

I stopped in at a piss elegant liquor store on Oakland Park (can’t give out the name) and started my search in the wine department and quickly was over my head in eyeing the rows of Burgundies, Cote de Rhones, and Beaujolais.

“Are you looking for a particular wine, Sir?” A deep English accented voice called behind and caused me to jump in surprise, as I was so deep into reviewing the wine.

I turned around and found myself eye to eye with a skinny old Englishman with a big professional salesman’s smile on his face. If it had been a younger person I would have just said no and went on with my search. But the old man, he was 72, was nice looking in a grandfatherly, homey manner. His facial features were elongated and accented by huge ears and a big nose. He was just a tad bit taller than me. His hair was gray and full. He looked rather striking in his pin stripped suite complete with solid red tie.

“Wine. I have some people coming for dinner and they are wine connoisseurs. I want to look like I know a little more than I do about wine.” I replied. And as usual, I couldn’t keep my eyes from roaming toward the old man’s crotch, but his expensive slacks were too loose to reveal what secrets they covered.

“Well, if you could tell me what dish you would be serving for the main course, maybe I could make a suggestion.” The old man replied as he stepped closer to me invading my personal space in a friendly manner.

“Well I...I’m going to serve pork chops breaded and fried and then finished in a wine and mushroom sauce. I’ll serve them with stuffed baked potatoes and cinnamon carrots and honey rolls.” I spouted off the menu.

“Then may I suggest a Cote de Rhone?” The old man said as he walked over the section of Cote de Rhone wines. “But I don’t see the one I am thinking about. “Would you like to come to the back in the store room and I’ll show you a few more that just might be perfect for you dinner.”

“Yea, sure.” I said. And followed him through the huge store to the back. He unlocked a door and suddenly I found myself in a large maze of cases of wine stacked one on top of the other.

“This way Sir.” The old man said and led the way deeper and deeper into the storeroom, zigzagging through aisles of wines. He finally stopped at a section and started studying the wines.

“This one might be suitable.” He said moving so close to my side that his hips touched mine as he held the bottle in front of me for inspection. “It one has a nice spicy flavor that would go quite well with the menu you described to me.”

Is he coming on to me, I thought? Then to find out I let my arm dangle down between us and as I examined the bottle of wine he had cradled in his hands, I reached out and touched his leg. When he didn’t move back I slowly moved my hand toward his crotch. I really didn’t know what to expect when I touched my hand to his crotch. What I found was a huge soft cock.

“Sir, would you like to come back to my office while I write up the order?” The old Englishman asked, in his most professional and proper manner. “And how man bottles would you like, Sir?”

“Give me three. These two old men like to drink and maybe I can get them drunk and take advantage of them.” I said and waited from his reaction.

Nothing. He just picked up the two bottles and walked away. Puzzled at his behavior, but hoping that he wanted some action, I eagerly followed him.

Again he had to use a key to unlock a nondescript door. He turned on the light inside and held the door open for me. When I entered the tiny office consisting of a desk and chair he closed the door and walked over to the desk. But instead of sitting in the chair, he sat on the top of the desk facing me.

“I sense that you are looking for more than just wine? Am I correct in my assumption?” The old man asked bluntly.

“Hey, I’m always horny.” I told him suddenly realizing that I might have just stumbled onto some action.

Without saying a word the Englishman reached down and unzipped his pin stripped slacks and reached inside with his manicured hands. My eyes got bigger and bigger as he kept pulling out more and more cock.

I have seen a lot of cocks in my day and I also have a big one, but the old man’s cock was monstrous even soft. Hey, it was hanging down ten thick inches and was still soft. I didn’t wait for a formal invitation from the old Englishmen. I just dropped down on my knees and grabbed his cock and pulled back his long overlapping foreskin and started cramming as much of his cock into my mouth as I could.

Then as I suck on his huge pecker I glanced out. The old Englishman was calmly unbuttoning his shirt. Then when he got it halfway unbuttoned he reached inside his shirt with both hands and began to play with the longest, biggest nipples I had ever seen on a man.

The moment he began to finger his nipples, his cock stiffened up and began to grow ever longer. Soon I was attempting to suck a thirteen-inch cock and really didn’t know what to do with it. Try as I would, I could only get about half his thick, long monster cock down my throat. The damn thing was both too thick and too long.

So finally as he pinched and twisted his elongated big nipples, I just settled for sucking the head of his cock and tonguing it. It didn’t seem to bother him that I couldn’t deep throat his thirteen inches! His head was thrown back and he was moaning loud and often!

I enjoying give someone a little tit action, so as I worked my tongue up and the shaft of the old Englishman’s cock, I reached up for his tits. He quickly moved his hands giving me free access to his nipples.

I grabbed both of his nipples with my thumb and forefinger and began to pinching and twisting them as hard as I could. The old Englishman became suddenly spastic! His cock began pulsing in my mouth as it swelled even bigger. His reaction turned me on so much that I used ever ounce of my hand strength to attack his nipple. I twisted the big elongated nipples so hard I fear I was going to rip them off. The old Englishman started bounding up and down on the desk in ecstasy as he cried out “Oh! Oh! Oh!” over and over again. Then suddenly he gripped the edge of the desk with both hands and started shaking.

Damn did he shoot off! Cum exploded form his cock in big gobs. I swallowed and kept swallowing as he pump gob after gob of cum into my mouth as I tried my best to pull his big nipples off.

“Please!” The old Englishman suddenly pleaded in a prissy voice that only the English can muster. “That will be quite enough, Sir!”

I let go of his tits and stopped sucking his cock and stood up. He calmly buttoned the front of his shirt. Then as though nothing had happened walked around and sat down in the chair behind the desk and picked up an order form and started filling it out.

When he finished he handed it to me and said. “Do you mind taking this to the casher along with your wine? I usually would accompany you, but I am very fatigued at the moment.”

“No, I don’t mind!” I said taking the paper and the bottles of wine.

“You will come back to see me, when you need more wine, I hope, Sir.” He said and smiled for the first time. “I work during the day between 10:00 A.M. and 5:00 P.M., as my wife doesn’t like me out of the house at night.” He added.

“I’m damn sure I’ll be drinking more good wine from now on.” I told him. Then when he looked down and started writing something on another form, I took the hint and left.

But I was so damn hot that I after I paid for the wine I asked the young guy at the cash register where the bathroom was located and went inside and jacked off. I was still hot when I got home and had to jack off a second time before I could start dinner.