fruit and veg was just the beginning 1 - SkinJameser Edit

Author: lthrsmlad
Title: fruit and veg... was just the beginning -SkinJameser Edit
Date: 13 February 2012

Fruit and veg was just the beginning – SkinJameser Edit

Walking through the supermarket he always got awkward hard-on moments in the fruit and veg section, especially on Saturday around noon. Every time he was there it seemed that all the queers were there doing their shopping. Or was it a cruising area, he didn't know. He only went to buy some weekend shopping!

Walking amongst them, searching for that certain length of veg, hmmmmm! A nice bunch of long, thick veggies were enough to get anyone´s juices going! There were a few couples and threesomes there giggling away to themselves about this shape, that shape, that length, that thickness. Each weekend it was the same. The fruit & veg area was were they all were.

This lad was still in the closet, no doubt about it. He seriously needed to find the key to that closet and get the fuck out! He´d torment himself each weekend, how did he begin? A homo-virgin, needing to thaw out, break free..

Watching the other shoppers laughing as they made their way through the massive veg section of the supermarket, staring at bulges and asses in their tight jeans, weekend cyclists in their lycra gear, some in trackie bottoms... yeah this poor virgin needed an excuse to brush past them get and get a quick feel!

He was eager to do just that; his plan was to reach between two horny fuckers, reaching for the furthest piece of veg, he´d bend right over, forcing his ass to stick out and be noticed. Desperately hoping for that touch, hoping that they would rub harder, anonymously touching him up. Well, that was what he was hoping for anyway!

He´d picked a couple to try his icebreaker on. They were just a foot or two apart, almost face to face; he decided these were the two to try this on! He approached them, quickly deciding which of the two he would rub his ass against their crotch, and which would get the close up brush of their bulge on his.

"Excuse me," he whispered, but loud enough to still be heard by them, and slid between them.

They'd seemed further apart to begin with as he slid his body between them, but as he bent over to reach a huge cucumber (and other similar sized pieces of vegetable that resembled meaty sized dildos!) they had moved closer, not so differently as to how he'd imagine being in a club and having the same happen there would be... But that was another fantasy!

After they had come closer it seemed that his plan had worked! It was too good to be true! In fact his daydream plan had been only to brush between them, but they both stepped closer to trap him, clamping their bodies against his like a venus flytrap.

He could feel the massiveness of the guy facing him, his cock and balls bulged right into his own, and the cock and balls of the guy behind him pressed into his butt. Being so close and clamped between them like that he got a raging hard-on!

Still holding the massive cucumber, and the other equally lengthy veg in his right hand, he couldn't help but have a smile on his face.

"Phoar-king hell," he whispered , not thinking they´d hear him.

The two holding him in position grinned, looking at the veg in the lad's hand, knowing full well what he wanted them for!

"Like your meat and Veg then?!" one asked.

Yeah, he wasn't talking about eating them. The lad blushed a little, not wanting the moment to end. He could stay clamped in that position all day. Well, minus all the other people in the supermarket!

All of them must have been in that position for at least 3 minutes, micro hip grinding... tiny thrusts... and awkward smiles. It was hard to be discreet in such a place, difficult to move, now that each were carrying a hard-on in their jeans!

"We´d love to show you how to make a perfect meal with those long pieces of veg you have there. Hmm, and we're not talking about eating," he grinned, and then added, "Fancy a meal with us?"

Sure! He was greedy, and very hungry in more ways than one!

"Sure, I could do with a bite to eat," he managed when he found his voice.

All three sniggered at the comment, and headed for the exit to pay for their shopping.

After finally getting out of the building and into the car park, they took him over to their van. The driver got in on his side, the other two getting in through the passenger-side door. The homo-virgin climbed inside first, sitting himself in the middle of the two. All three sat close, their thighs spread wide. The men either side of him took a hold of a leg each and hooked his legs over their thighs, their hands each on his knees, keeping him there, keeping his thighs spread wide. They could see that he seemed to like it as he had never lost his hard-on since the meeting in the veg aisle!

Hands were feeling the strength of his thighs, running up and down, slowly squeezing here and there, which made him laugh as he was a little ticklish. The driver had his hand on the bulge of the lad's cock, squeezing its bulk, whilst the other had his hand cupping his bollocks, feeling their weight, gently increasing pressure to check out his response to a little bollocks vicing. The lad was not showing much pain on his face, so the guy increased the pressure on his nuts, seeing how much he could take before squinting his eyes.

The two were impressed with what they was taking home with them, and could not wait to get him into their playroom... the walls in there... sound-proofed. They thought felt that they could really test his limits. And then push them further!

The journey to their home finally came to an end, and the guy in the passenger seat opened his door and climbed outside.

The driver, his hand still on the lad's thigh, said "Come on," and withdrew his hand, mildly slapping his cock. "Lets have some fun!"

They both climbed out of the van and walked to the front door. The guy who had been in the passenger seat was already in the kitchen waiting for them both. He threw steel shackles at the driver, who, upon catching them, told the lad to strip to the waist, but to keep his jeans on.

The one who had been the passenger in the van had just prepared coffee, and gave the lad a mug to drink, placing it on the table.
The lad was completely topless now; clearly he went to the gym and cycled a lot as his body was athletic in appearance. They seemed to like what they were seeing judging by the looks on their faces.

He sat on a stool by the breakfast island. It was high, and the stool itself was tall. He placed his feet on the foot rest, his thighs spread wide. To ease his hard-on he kept his thighs apart. He sipped on his coffee. It had a bitter, sour flavour to it, he presumed it was a cheap brand. From a shaker on the table he added ample amounts of sugar until the flavour was less bitter.

The more he sipped at the coffee, as the minutes passed, the more he felt like the room was spinning slightly, but not much and he wrote it off as excitement.

The driver unlocked the shiny chrome steel shackles and stepped in front of the lad, getting closer, between his spread thighs. The lad took a great big swig of the remaining coffee, finishing it off. The driver enclosed the lad´s left wrist with the shackle, locking it in place, then proceeded to ensnare his right wrist in the same fashion, locking that in place too...

The lad was getting hornier by the second, much hornier than he normally felt, an explosive feeling was stirring in his groin. Twitching, his cock was getting bigger and more eager for release, gagging for a fuck.

The driver´s lips met the lad's mouth, his mouth opening, sucking in the moment, his tongue, darting in and out, involuntary kissing, eager for a deep snog. He spread his thighs further apart, thrusting his bulge forwards to the driver, eager for a grip there, hinting for some torment, gagging for the scene to begin.

The driver unclipped the centre chain of the shackles, releasing the bond there, and the passenger drew the lad's wrists behind his back and reconnected the bond. The driver continued to deeply kiss the lad's face, sinking his mouth into his, his tongue deep in his throat. Reaching down, the driver gripped the lad's bulge with both hands and started manipulating the cock and balls trapped down there. He massaged them, applying pressure.

The moment seemed to go on forever, harder and harder pressure followed, but came to an end as the passenger encircled the lads neck with a thick, wide collar. Not quite a posture collar, but it wasn't far off! He buckled it in place, and carrying a thick meaty chain that was heavy he snapped it in place on the D-ring of the collar, letting it dangle down.

The lad felt the coldness of the thick chain as it touched his pecs and abs, the chain was long enough that it reached his crotch. The rest of the chain sat on his bulge, where he felt the weight of the thick chain. A lot of chain was resting there, it was heavy and cold.

The driver removed his hands from the top of his bulge, and pulled his fingers from beneath his package. Taking a hold of the chain he let it run through his fingers as he walked away until the chain came to its end. Gripping the chain firmly he pulled on it, leading the lad who was still high.

They proceeded onwards to the sound-proofed playroom!


To be continued..