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He should have thought twice before telling his family he didn’t need them anymore. Even if he was close to graduating from college when he did so, confirming he wouldn’t be coming back out of pride didn’t guarantee him a job. It didn’t even mean he would find a place to go, because sadly for him, he did need his family.
It’s just… he hated doing so.
They never cared about him. His grades were good when growing. up, but nothing compared to his brother. Langris was the genius, the prodigy. And even if he had tried to make Finral realize he shouldn’t be risking their parent’s help out of rage, he still did.
Now, one year after graduating and still trying to find a job related to his field (communications), he still refused to call them back nor let his little bro tell them about how terribly he was doing. They wouldn’t probably feel too proud of his eldest son if they knew he’s working at a gas station just to get enough money to pay rent. And they would surely call him all kinds of words if they found out that still didn’t mean he could pay rent at the end of the month… because flats were way more expensive than he thought.
Embarrassed to say the least, he sometimes had to ask Langris for some help with it, and he hated owing money, even to his family. Plus, student debt was there, waiting for him to face it. But how could he if he wasn't even allowed to get himself a new belt? His was breaking into pieces. Who the hell couldn’t buy a belt?!
If only he kept contact with his family… his rich and beloved family…
“Three twenty,” he said to the client waiting in front. He had taken his chips bag from the front side of the board. “Three twenty,” he repeated.
“How? It was three just yesterday.”
“Prices went up.”
The gas station he worked at didn’t have many visits, and most of them were of cars driven by who knows who. He couldn’t interact much during his eternal shift. Unless some driver passed by the shop to get some groceries or magazines, he was all alone.
That was a terrible routine for someone working from seven in the morning to seven in the night. He had to accept it in order to get a higher income, since the nocturnal hours were paid much better than the other ones. But… He still couldn’t do much with the money he earned, so he was really trying to find a new one.
Things weren’t working out for him.
“Excuse me?” The client, a woman in his forties clearly pissed and with only three dollars in hand, didn’t seem too excited to know about the change of prices.
Finral was just trying to not fall asleep. Almost lying over the counter, he rested his chin on his half fisted hand as his pinkish eyes begged that woman to leave already.
“This is unacceptable," she said. “Prices went up already three months ago!”
“Okay, I’m just gonna ask you one thing.” He stretched his back and arms to the sky before deeply sighing. He was not ashamed of showing up how exhausted he felt. “Do you think the owner of a chips brand would have half his hair dyed green, two hideous earrings and be this skinny?” Pointing at himself, the question seemed stupid. The annoyed woman shook his head only once. “Then, why do you complain about prices changing to me when I’m clearly not the one bringing them up? I just work here!”
“That’s—You are so rude.” Finral rolled his eyes back and then pinched over them. “I’m not coming back to this station. I don’t care if it’s the only one on my way!”
“Oh, no, please, I will miss you, huh, random person that has only come once to my shop.” His irony was taken as an insult, but he at least got the three dollars and twenty pennies in exchange for the damn chips bag before she left.
How ironic.
Before taking the job, he would have tried to flirt with that woman. She was very beautiful, and since the ones his age seemed to not care much about him, he had found out that his targets were older ones. Way older, even.
That one looked like a powerful businesswoman… Ah, why did he have to behave like a prick? He was mad at the price increase too. Things being more expensive didn’t only mean people would buy less of them, but also that he couldn’t get them himself whenever he felt hungry at work. Everything sucked, starting with that stupid business.
But the most stupid thing of them all was his terrible decisions.
Ah, if he had accepted staying with the family rather than ending up begging for some extra bucks at the end of the month… He checked the badge on his vest and read his name: Finral Roulacase. He even used a different one from his family’s! How could he be so stupid?
And now he just wanted some chips, but he couldn’t pay three twenty for them.
“Night’,” a new client said after coming in.
“Yeah, whatever.” He didn’t care much.
It was only three in the morning, he still had four hours ahead of doing that same shitty job nonstop. People could be as polite as they wanted, he was done with all of them. Plus, it’s not that those times of the day brought it the most gentle clients out there… The businesswoman wasn’t that rude, but she was clearly tired from some road trip. And the man that just came in… Well. Firstly, he didn’t come by car; he had a huge motorbike parked out there, and he didn’t seem the friendliest either.
Finral tried to sneak where he was, just in case he had to stop some robbery —it wouldn’t be the first time— or to see if he was drunk. Toilets were outside, so he wasn’t at least trying to use them. In fact, he was tall enough for him to find him easily in the aisles. Plus, that black leather jacket he wore… Damn, that probably cost more than what Finral earned. His bike didn’t seem cheap either, but he knew nothing about those things so it would probably be either a super expensive one, or some shit he couldn’t tell.
He would still take it over his silly second handed car.
“Fuck, man…” he muttered to himself while pulling his hair back. With both elbows on the board, he brought his head to it, close to start slapping his forehead against it. “Now I’m jealous of my clients?” He hit himself once. “Come on, you’ve always been jealous of everyone. You talk shit about anyone that comes in here, but they have better cars than you do and probably better jobs, too.”
He was talking alone, but he didn’t care about it. After spending so much time there on his own, those things ended up happening. Even when clients stare at him as if he were crazy, he still didn’t stop.
The man walking down the drinks aisle turned his face to him a few times, as if he would be wondering if Finral was talking to him or someone else. But, no; it was all on his own.
“I hate my life,” he sobbed. “I hate everything.”
The man passed by the counter and left a five bucks bill next to his agonic self. Even if he wasn’t paying attention, he knew what the client had in his hand, and he moved quickly to grab his jacked and stop him. All of that, without even looking up. He was still close to smashing his face against the board.
“It’s five ten,” he informed.
A short silence made him forget for a second that he was waiting for the man to leave the pennies on the counter. The money the woman gave him for the chips bag was still around there, on a side. It’s not that he was giving a fuck about it.
“What?” A deep and husky voice asked.
Finral stretched again and now faced the rider.
“Five ten.” Repeating it didn’t change anything. “That beer, it’s five ten.”
“It’s not.”
“I know it is.”
He hated prices increase so fucking much.
“It’s always been five bucks.”
The man had very dark hair brushed back in the messiest way possible. His hardly shaved beard didn’t cover how sharp his jawline was, and the fire of his cigarette grew bigger as he got angrier at Finral. Damn, he was huge. The white tee beneath his leather jacket was about to explode on those pecs and abs. He couldn’t see his light jeans, but those were probably tight as fuck, too.
He shouldn’t be making things hard for a dude of his kind, but, again, Finral was so done with everything he didn’t give a damn.
“Surprise, prices went up just today.”
The man frowned and came closer to the counter. A quick and rough move of his arm forced him to let go of his jacket. He still kept an eye on the beer.
“Oh, did they?” He mocked. “I guess I don’t give a shit.”
“Well, and I guess I couldn’t agree more with you, but still.” He pointed at the beer. “It’s five ten. So, please, the ten pennies if you—”
“I’m not giving you anything, you psycho twink.”
Psycho? Come on, Finral only used to talk with himself to avoid going crazy. It’s not that he was insane or anything. He just wanted to get paid! Also—twink? What?
Of course, the man ignored anything he could say or ask for because he was leaving the station anyway. For that, though, Finral has his secrets. So before he could reach the doors and cross them, he pressed one of the buttons next to the cash register and blocked it. It was to expect that the client would be shocked. Sometimes they crashed against the glass, but that wasn’t the case. The rider just turned over to the cashier and frowned.
“The ten pennies, please.” Finral was showing his palm to him, waiting for the money.
All he got when the man arrived back in front of him was his strong grip on his wrist and a harsh pull that made him bend over the board.
He grunted in pain; both his arm and hips hurt due to the grabbing or the hit against the counter.
“Open the fucking gates, you moron.”
“Sure. After you pay me.”
“I said I’m not paying you ten fucking pennies.”
“Then, I’m not opening anything.”
He pulled even further from his arm, and Finral’s legs levitated as he got completely exposed over the counter. He dropped some candy boxes and his own water bottle. But he did not see where they ended, because the man had come very close to him, and he was holding both his breath and his desire to blink. Just in case.
“Listen, I’ve been riding for three hours nonstop. I don’t even know in which part of the state I am because I got fucking lost. Do you see this beer?” He showed him the can. Finral nodded. “I’m gonna take it, for five bucks. And you are not gonna do anything to stop it.”
Apart from gulping, he in fact didn’t do much other than staring.
Then, the man dropped him so he could move back while he went to the gates. It was obvious that he expected them to open, but they did not. Turning slowly to the cashier, his fury made his eyes look darker than before and the fire of his cigarette lit brighter.
But, again, Finral didn’t care even if he was trembling.
“The ten pennies, please.”
After a short period of time in which they only stared at each other, the client started to laugh madly. He even looked crazy from bursting so loud, Finral didn’t really know what to do or say other than trying to find the knife he had close to one of the drawers in the counter. Just in case he had to defend himself.
Langris told him to have a gun, but he would probably shoot himself in the foot before pointing at anyone with it. Especially if the people he had to protect himself from were as big, rude and scary as the one laughing and approaching him again.
He would have been so happy being rich with his family, Goddammit.
“You’re stubborn, right?” The man said, almost having fun with the whole situation. Apparently. “You really want those stupid pennies.” Finral nodded, regretting doing so just one second after that. “What if I don’t have them?” Right in front of him, he opened the can and took a sip of it. “What’ you gonna do, moron?”
“I will call the police.” He said that way too quickly, before pointing at the cameras that were around the store and the few monitors he had behind to check on them. “Everything is recorded, including your plate. If you don’t pay, then—”
The man smashed the can on the counter, but no drop of beer got wasted in the process. Finral jumped back, clearly afraid. The knife, sadly, wasn’t at hand now.
Damn, he was useless even to be scared.
“The police?” The client quoted. “Come on, you slut, call them. Because I’m not paying you those stupid pennies.”
He could be armed, even if he couldn’t see any gun coming through his pans or jacket. Maybe he had a knife too, who knows. But still, Finral wanted to make sure he did his job. Not because he cared about the store, the price increase or that beer. He just wanted to see himself good for a fucking job and defend his honor. If his role in society was selling groceries or magazines on a gas station, then he would make sure clients didn’t steal from him and would pay him the damn ten pennies.
And if he needed to call the cops, he would.
So he turned around, quick as possible, and grabbed the phone to start calling. He only needed them to answer. They knew it was a business’s number, so if he didn’t say anything back, they would send a patrol immediately. Even if the man left after doing so or he broke the glass and took the beer, they would find him. They would—
The phone fell against the floor as soon as a hand covered Finral’s mouth. The strong grip took his breath away, and also the other one choking him stopped any attempt from him of doing so. Paralyzed, he didn’t move.
How? How did that man jump over the counter so fast? He didn’t hear him doing so! The area was closed on the side, no one could come in other than jumping or using a key he had on his pocket, but that dude was already behind. Fuck, was that a robbery? Where was his knife!? Damn, he should have bought a gun!
“That wasn’t very clever of you,” the man roughly muttered into his ear. “It’s just ten pennies, why make a big deal out of it?”
He tried to talk against his palm, but couldn’t. Still, he tried.
“My job,” he said somehow. “Doing my job.”
“Oh, sure.” He choked harder on his throat, and Finral somehow started to feel an unusual pressure on his spine and guts. His eyes couldn’t close completely as he stood there, frozen and surrounded by that enormous beast. “But, you know? I don’t have ten pennies, and I have already drunk from that beer. There is no way you can sell that anymore, right?”
He shook his head, just so he wouldn’t force an answer out of him.
That was ridiculous. Was he really gonna get robbed because of a damn beer?!
“But, you know what? I hate messing up with people’s responsibilities. You are just a worker, after all. It’s three in the morning, you’ve probably been here since evening.” He nodded now. “I’m a good man. I hate big corporations that raise prices and make people like you and I struggle to pay. And I know that’s neither your fault nor mine.” Another quick nod. Slowly, the man turned him over the counter. “So I don’t want you to get in trouble because of those ten pennies. But, the thing is…” He moved his hand away from his mouth and fisted his hair on the back to tilt his head against his pecs. He was way too tall to reach his shoulder. Or he was just too short. “I don’t have those ten fucking pennies.”
Just as he expected, he wasn’t being gentle prior to ending that conversation in a kind way. He was gonna make him pay for the embarrassment.
Perhaps he wasn’t a good man but just a liar.
“So if you really,” he emphasized, “want to get paid for that beer, you will have to accept other kind of payment or just shut the fuck up and let me go.”
That shit confused him, Finral even stopped being scared and tried to turn around.
“Another payment?” He gave the man a quick look up and down. “Do you think I can pay rent with spices or empty cans? Because so far, this world doesn’t work like—”
The client just gripped his hair again and, when Finral expected to be smashed against the board or something else, he just got dragged down. On his knees, now yes, he got pushed against the counter’s drawers. He tried to bring his hand up to massage his head crown and stop the sudden pain before he would get hit harder.
But he just froze.
The man started to unzip his pants, as tight as Finral guessed from the beginning, and before the cashier could say anything about it, his big, fat and half hardened dick was already out seeking for a place to hide.
Which wasn’t inside his underwear again.
“Wh—What?” He babbled, trying to look away but failing.
“You see?” Well, that was inevitable. Especially if he started to slowly stroke on his shaft while still keeping him facing his crotch. “Heated up situationships kinda turn me on.”
Wait, was he really saying that fighting over the price of a beer excited him? Finral couldn't even feel scared or anxious; confusion was too strong to sense anything else.
There was no way that was happening.
“Do you really consider this a heated up situationship?” He asked. “I only wanted my ten pennies.”
“Well, you are getting one instead.” That sounded like the most terrible joke ever. How was that even a serious conversation? “Open up.”
“What? I’m not—I’m not eating you out.”
“So, you are willing to let me go with my beer?”
“I don’t think this is a fair deal, because I can’t clearly let you go without paying for it. I could get fired, you know?”
“For ten pennies? Are you sure?”
The way his deep voice matched the slow moves of his hand up and down his shaft started to make Finral tremble. He was talented at talking without dropping his cigarette.
Langris would not believe he ended up like that just because he refused to accept his parent’s money anymore.
“It’s either you let me go, or I will use whichever thing I find on my way to the gates to break that glass and leave with it. Which I guess would get you in more trouble.” That meant robbing him to avoid a fight with his boss. He was right after all. “So, you decide, freak: you either let me go freely, or you open that mouth of yours for something other than talking shit and eat my cock.”
“I’m not—I only like women, I’m afraid.”
The man grinned and crouched a bit to come closer to him to blow the smoke of his cigarette into his far. Finral tried to tilt his head back to avoid him, but didn’t go too far.
“You’ sure?” The cashier then felt the pressure of his big foot over his crotch. He held his breath and bit his lower lip to not grunt. It was already too late when he noticed why the beer thief was doing so. “I think you may be into men, too.”
He was hard. He was indeed hard, for some reason. Not completely, not much, but enough to feel the mix of pain and pleasure out of his gesture.
Why was he suddenly hard?! He didn’t get a boner fighting over the chips bag with that beautiful lady. In fact, he was so pissed he didn’t give a damn about her looks. And that man… He didn’t like dudes! Especially not big, buffed, kinda dark and messy ones. He hated smokers, motorcyclist were scary and reckless, and this one clearly didn’t care about propriety or respect.
And yet, Finral couldn’t help but feel that strange sensation over his lower abs he only got when a woman he hit on decided to hit back on him. The picture of him stroking his meat so close to his face was overwhelming, but not that disgusting as he would expect from it. He even hated the smoke more than seeing his hard on.
In fact, if he were forced to choose between sucking him or kissing him, he would need to go for the first one, just because sperm didn’t seem so hideous as nicotine.
Come on, what the fuck was he thinking of?! It was three in the morning, he was getting robbed and blackmailed with that blowjob. Any other person would fear getting raped if he refused to go with it, and yet… Finral was just wondering why was he suddenly horny!?
He needed some vacation. Resting and forgetting about how stupid his life was.
“You really want that beer, huh?” he muttered in exhaustion. Close to sob, not because of what that situation mean, but of what it hid behind. He really was a looser, Goddammit. “Go and leave, I don’t mind. Hopefully they fire me.” The man started to frown. His strokes didn’t go as far now, as if the cashier had shocked him enough to interrupt his joy. “I will end up living under a bridge. My brother will hate me, my parents will laugh at me, and—”
He was too stunned to even think of why he suddenly couldn’t talk. It was obvious that that man had come closer and forced his dick into his mouth, it’s just that Finral didn’t expect to be shut down that way, so it’s not that he could react in any way. His eyes didn’t blink for what seemed an eternity. As soon as he looked up, he saw a huge body upon him and the gaze of someone tired of listening bullshit.
“I’ve been hitting the road for a whole day straight, don’t bother me with your drama.” He couldn’t even if he wanted to. He tried to, though, but he obviously choked on his dick instead. That wasn’t pleasant from either of them, but the bigger man took advantage of it. “I said I wanted you quiet.”
Finral’s back straightened as if his cock would impale him from mouth to guts. His eyes opened wider, tearing up not of fear or sadness but of mere physical effort. He was still too amused to even feel anything at all, at least internally.
Body sensations were ahead of anything else.
His legs pressed each other as soon as he felt the throbbing on his crotch. Another sudden reaction that he didn’t understand. Was that supposed to happen?
Was he supposed to grunt so nervously once the man started to fuck his mouth? This one made even a deeper sound. His hand fisted tighter in his hair as he went on, and on. Finral couldn’t do much more other than opening up to make room for his dick.
Yeah, that wasn’t what he expected for the night, and still didn’t annoy him as much as the idea of having to explain to his boss why were there ten damn pennies missing. Even if explaining to him why was he eating a client out behind the counter was even worse.
He probably shouldn’t be doing that.
His eyes flew to the nearest monitor behind him. Those were small and barely working, but the few panels of the cameras filming the store showed him clearly sitting with a huge dude in front of him. Well, he should be fine if he didn’t warn the police or security those cameras were linked to. His boss shouldn’t need to check on the gas station at three in the morning, but if he did…
Damn, his resume would look terrible with the take ‘fired due to a blowjob’
He tried to pull back and get the cock out of his mouth. The man’s fist didn’t help much; he obviously didn’t want to do so, but the fear of getting bitten probably was what allowed Finral to crawl away.
“No,” he said, “no more.” The client frowned at him.
Trying to convince him to go away now while he wasn’t done yet could be a terrible idea. Now that he was on his own again, he decided to stroke his shaft slowly as if he would want it to stay hard in the meantime. The cashier felt very small doing so from the floor.
He quickly pointed at the monitors.
“We are being filmed, don’t you mind about that?” he said, trying to make him feel embarrassed in any way.
Wrong idea. The man didn’t give a damn.
“The fuck are you talking about?” He turned over the nearest camera while jerking off and stared into it. “I’ve done worse things in front of one of those.”
Of course. What did Finral expect? His eyes rolled back as he shook his head in despair. Even if he wanted to pinch them too, he didn’t get that far before being grabbed by the vest of his uniform and brought up. The pressure of the man’s body against his lasted just as long as the tension he sensed from seeing him from so close. He didn’t react in time to avoid being turned back. The counter crashed against his stomach, making him lose his breath. Then, he was pushed down over it.
Before he could even notice the next move, his pants were already down to his knees.
“Wait,” he babbled, “what—what are you gonna—”
A barbaric chill ran through his spine when two of the man’s fingers came inside his ass. He felt his eyes soon to pop out his face, and his nails tried to dig so deeply into the metal board he felt two of them slightly breaking. Then, again, an unexpected and pleasant throb made his own dick twitch.
Physically, it wasn’t even that joyful. Not terrible either, but clearly not something he would consider satisfying. Internally, though… He checked on the entrance from the corner of his eyes. The aisles, too, the cameras again. He was trembling, but again, that wasn’t terrible, or at least his sudden hard on proved him otherwise.
Why was he enjoying getting fucked at the store… by a man?!
“If you don’t wanna get caught,” said this one, “you only need to stay quiet.”
He noticed just then that he was whimpering like an idiot. Even his sobbing sounded way too pleased to repeat himself on not being into that encounter. If he tried to think of a reason why he could be enjoying that… he wouldn’t find a plausible one.
But his brain was too fried to even make it work harder.
“Look what you make me do for ten fucking pennies,” the client mocked.
Finral was still trying to hold into something on the counter, but all he found was small boxes full of gum, plastic containers filled up with lollipops and the dropped candy from before. Oh, and the damn beer can that started everything.
If only he had added those ten pennies from his own pocket to the cash… But the only thing being added now was a third finger in his hole.
He crouched and bent his knees, almost falling down. The man lifted him until his feet flew from the floor.
“Stop wiggling,” he said. “You’re opening up nicely.”
“Opening—up?” he moaned. “For what?”
He felt kinda stupid making that question, especially once his partner that night gave him the answer harshly soon after that.
His fingers weren’t small nor thin, but he had already confirmed his cock was huge when it was in his mouth. So once this started to push to come inside his ass… No air could come into his lungs, no matter how much he tried to breathe. Three lollipops were destroyed in the process while he grabbed them.
He really was coming in. As Finral legs spread wider and weaker, he had no doubt that enormous cock was inside him. His grunt sounded unsteady and very high-pitched. The man’s deep growl gave him goosebumps. His whole skin chickened as another tense yet joyful chill ran again through his spine.
There was no way he was really enjoying that.
“Fuck,” the client said. “So freaking tight.”
Apparently, that was the reason why it took him so long to move properly inside him. At first, Finral was just confused and blinded by the context: was it all? He really wanted to just put it in and call it a day? It’s not that he wanted more; he obviously wanted that man to disappear, but… He didn’t understand. He couldn’t comprehend what the fuck was going on, and his body was so stunned that trying to mix his thoughts with what this one made him feel wasn’t an easy task.
But he got it wrong, of course. That wasn’t all. Soon after the wide shaft of the man found its place inside him, his owner started to thrust deeper and harsher into him.
Finral let go off the candy and items around to stretch his arms and grab onto the counter’s edge in front of him. Almost lying down completely, his eyes remained open as if he feared blinking.
What the fuck was going on?
“Spread those legs,” he got told. His knees were shaking, so he could not. “Spread them, I say.” The man used his feet to separate them.
That gave further room in for his cock and made Finral grunt loudly.
It was a sharp and slightly painful sensation. It also was… overwhelmingly fascinating.
His moan wasn’t clearly out of discomfort.
And again, if he had any doubts about it, as soon as the man started moving faster and one of his hands fisted in his hair once more, he felt totally exposed. His brain wasn’t still ready to analyze nor make a proper statement out of it, but his body was so loud when letting him know how good that was that he couldn’t even fight the urge to comprehend.
His whole effort resided in holding tightly onto the counter. Just as the man made his scalp hurt with the tight fisting, the rest of the sensations were just too mesmerizing for him to care about something so little.
But there was still a part of him that was too confused. Scared, even, of ignoring what really mattered from that encounter.
The gates were still blocked, but they were visible. The lights were all on. The cameras… Damn it. He was still in big trouble.
“Wait, no—” He tried to speak up, harshly making it. “Stop it, no more—”
“I said quiet.”
To make sure he got it, his hand left his hair and covered his mouth up. Finral’s head tilted back, exposing his neck to the front. The gesture was slightly painful, but his eyes didn’t go white because of any possible ache. As the man paused to just stay in, his whole presence made his body shake from head to toes.
Every bit of shaft was gone from sight and devoured by his insides.
And then, his phone started to ring. Finral tried to look back on him, as if that would be annoying. Was he gonna get the call? Apparently he was, because as he started pounding slowly, he looked for the device on his leather jacket.
“Sukehiro here,” he said as he answered. For how his voice sounded, no one would say he was fucking. “I’m on my way, will be there at around seven.” Finral started to frown, trying not to make a noise. “I’m—Actually into something right now.”
The frowning went harder, and the cashier tried to look back at him. Did he just get called something? Of course, since his mouth was covered by his hand, the so-called Sukehiro managed to turn him to the front again.
The manhandling felt way better than hearing that conversation. Especially when one of his legs got lifted over the board and his head got pushed down against it too. He wasn’t that flexible, so the stretching felt painful, at least until the man started rushing his moves again.
“Will call you back,” this one said. “Yeah, get everything ready.”
Then, he hung the phone and let it drop over the counter, right next to the beer can he then grabbed to drink from and his knee. The next time Finral saw it, it was smashed and empty, falling through the edge.
All the cashier could do was just grind is teeth as he tried to still not moan much. Sukehiro had started to thrust faster than anytime before, and now both his hands were busy keeping him steady since he had nothing else to hold. One grabbed tightly on his hips; the other pressed tightly on his thigh so Finral wouldn’t drop his leg. But he said nothing.
Was he still smoking after finishing his beer? Was he even mentally there with him as he pounded? He couldn’t hear not a grunt or his breathing anymore.
It took him a short time to realize that it was not because Sukehiro was silent, but because he was being just too loud compared to him. Once he accepted so, standing still became an impossible goal to achieve. The man pushed so hard against his body that Finral was always forced forward, losing touch with the floor. His own hard on came sharply grinding against the cold of the board and giving him such a weird sensation mix of pleasure and discomfort. If only that was enough to stop anything else, he would hold onto it to try and stop that encounter. But the pounding kept blanking his mind. The moves of the man behind, his efforts on keeping him in place felt so terribly amusing that Finral kept shaking and whimpering because of it.
Which made him feel both embarrassed and annoyed at the same time.
“I’ve never been in anyone so tight,” Sukehiro said. At least his voice sounded affected by the amount of joy he was getting out of his hole. “If only you stopped fucking wiggling.”
“I don’t—.” Talking was nothing but easy. “I can’t—Just stop—Enough—”
“Enough? No way,” he mocked. His deep voice felt as sharp as his cock felt overwhelming. Both reaching their limits with him. “This store’s economy depends on those freaking ten pennies I owe you, right?” More mocking. Finral got all red and mad. “I better pay you correctly for it. I don’t want you to get in trouble.”
“Jackass—” He tried to form another phrase and failed once again. “The cameras—I will get in trouble anyway.”
Sukehiro let go of his hips and brought his hand to his hair again. Since the cashier was mostly laying down, trying not to bite on his own arm with rage and joy, the man behind had to fist his hair tightly to bring him up. Finral’s eyes opened widely. His lungs stopped working and his back arched so suddenly that, for a second, the amount of bliss he got out of the pain made no sense to him, not even in that context.
“Then, this better have a good ending so it can be worthy of remembrance.”
The teasing got so offensive that Finral couldn’t see that possibly happening. In fact, he didn’t want it to happen, if that meant that Sukehiro would enjoy it too.
But, damn, it was just too hard to not allow himself to like it when it felt so good.
“I don’t—Want to—” he insisted, lying to himself.
The man’s deep chuckle right behind his ear gave him terrible goosebumps. His dick twitched and throbbed so badly over the counter that, for a second, he feared he was cumming just by listening to him while he fisted his hair like that.
“And I don’t wanna give you those pennies,” Sukehiro added. “So this is all you got.”
Which, of course, felt way better than the silly and conformist idea of just keeping the cash register balanced. Which, obviously, was way more interesting and remarkable that the fucking obligation of just doing his job. A job he hated and bored him to death.
If he gave it a thought, it was obviously that since he started working there, nothing had ever happened that could stay with him forever. He wanted to forget everything that had occurred in that gas station’s store. But, of course, now he knew that encounter could never be erased from memory.
Every bit of pleasure that was knocking him down could never be forgotten, and he hated to admit that those ten pennies were worth missing.
“You are—” Again, he tried to talk and failed. The loud moaning became both unbearable and rebellious, as if it wasn’t him the one making those sounds. “An asshole—You—”
He bit his lower lip so deeply he tasted the blood leaking. It tasted like embarrassment but also so little regret. He hated to notice so as much as his brain didn’t match the words he was speaking. No matter how much he told Sukehiro he was a jerk, every bit of his body trembled to the beat of how pleasant his thrusting actually felt.
Even when the man chuckled on his ear, that made him shake in mysterious joy.
The fisting on his messy and sweaty hair was just the last straw.
He wasn’t into the man and, as he turned over his shoulder to look at him, he even admitted that stupid man was sexy and kinda hot while fucking him.
“Talking about assholes,” he mocked, smoking out to his face just as naturally as he talked, “I’m gonna fill yours now.”
Finral’s eyes almost popped out of his face. What? He was going to cum inside him?
“Wait!” He tried to grab onto something again and failed once more. “That’s—No! Disgusting! Don’t do that!”
Sukehiro pushed tightly against his leg to spread it wider over the counter, and also pushed his head down to the board. The cashier moaned unconsciously, and kept trying to look back as if that would stop the man’s orgasm from happening. As this one started thrusting desperately, it was obvious that wasn’t his idea.
The more Finral tried to insist on him not doing it, the better it felt being pounded so deeply and harshly. He even forgot to open his mouth for something other than whimpering. His mind got completely blasted from the realization of his own bliss.
Apparently, he was going to cum too.
Before doing so, Sukehiro’s grunts turned louder and his hands gripped tighter on his thigh and now hips too. His legs got to spread so wide Finral even heard his pants breaking around his ankles. But he didn’t care. As a warm sensation filled him while the man’s dick kept pumping inside him while shooting his load. His eyes turned white and his saliva started drooling because he couldn’t close his mouth.
Soon after that, he was dropped over the counter just like a used toy. His legs tried to naturally came closer as soon as Sukehiro pulled back. The man, though, kept them apart and brought his hands to his buttocks to separate them too. He even used his right thumb to open it wider. Finral felt the dripping of his sperm coming out.
That was the moment in which he also got knocked out by his own orgasm.
His body started to tremble as if he would be close to pass out. His eyes closed and hands fisted strongly. Seconds after, he felt the weight of his own body being too much to handle now that Sukehiro wasn’t keeping him in place. He felt back, collapsing on the floor in front of him. Looking up to his cocky expression made Finral go feral. Sadly, he didn’t have energy left to start a fight nor complaint.
And his dick was still throbbing because of that orgasm.
“It was worth it, huh?” The man joked. Finral exhaled furiously. “There you have your ten damn pennies.”
“Fuck you,” he muttered.
“You just got fucked yourself, man.” He messed with his hair as he zipped his pants up. Even if he tried to not look down, he could see he was still hard after the orgasm. His tight jeans didn’t hide the boner. “Best beer I’ve got in a while.”
“It better be,” he said out of rage.
The man still walked away from the cash section. Just as Finral expected at first, he just jumped over the counter as if it was nothing. He tried his best to stand up and check on him as he fixed his jacket and lighted another cigarette. It was shameful to see that he just felt glorious while the cashier was close to faint. Plus, the board was full of dropped candy and sperm, that he still had to clean up. Just like the floor.
“Will leave a good review on Google,” Sukehiro still made fun of him. “Good beers. Cashier is open to help.” Finral’s cheeks kept burning in shame. His cock kept twitching from time to time, sadly. That man’s smile was powerful. “Five stars.”
“Leave,” he ordered. “I’m done with you.”
“Good night.” He claimed.
Then Finral stared at him leaving and shock took over him as he saw him just forcing the gates open to go. He started babbling nervously.
“What!? You—You could have left just like nothing?!” Sukehiro waved him goodbye without turning around, and the cashier just stared at him getting on his bike and then leaving the parking lot.
So, he got fucked for no reason.
That asshole could have gone without paying if he wanted too.
Ten pennies never felt so expensive.
Sadly for Finral, he hated to admit they never felt so good