1. Corner Shop Suck


    Date: 11/10/2014, Categories: Gay Male, Interracial Sex, Taboo, Author: fagboy46, Rating: , Source: xHamster

    Just a story of my 1st Indian daddy cock. For those of you who aren't familiar with the term 'corner shop',in the UK this defines a small shop,usually on the corner of a residential street,hence the title,which are invariably run by the Indian(Asian),community & very welcome they are too.You can mainly rely on them at holiday times,like xmas,when you can be sure to get a carton of milk rather than schlepping out to a supermarket.Well that's how it was back in the day.Now it seems everywhere's open 24/7! As a teen in the 70s if you had tight-fisted parents like mine were,the way to earn extra money was by getting a paper round.So in the summer of 74 that's what I did.I'd seen a Chopper bike which I almost lusted after as much as cock,lol.Dad had said that if I wanted it for my main xmas pressie then I'd have to 'write to Santa'.F*ck that,lol,I was a teenager,I didn't believe in that crap anymore,tho I had always liked the big,burly hairy type,hahaha.Anyway,popping round to the corner shop one saturday to get my dad's newspaper I spotted the sign,'PaperBoy Wanted' in the shop window.Now I could be a real lazy k**,apart from when I was tossing off in which case I'd really burn off some energy...but I had my mind set on this bike so I asked Mr.Singh,the shop owner,if I could have the job.He asked a few questions,usual crap,was I good at getting up very early,did I take orders well,was I polite blah,blah,blah.Smiling & lying through my teeth,(I wasn't used to getting outa my pit ...
    very early),I said 'Yes' to whatever he asked.And that was it,my 1st ever 'job'.I could almost picture me racing around the streets on that bike. A few weeks went by & I actually quite liked being out & about early in the morning when it was still relatively quiet apart from the sounds of the milk float trundling around the streets,milk crates clattering & old Milkie whistling & the night shift blokes making their way home. So one saturday morning I went to the shop as per usual & Mr.Singh gave me his usual gruff,'Alright k**,ya ready for ya shift,then?' Only this time I noticed he wasn't dressed in his day clothes,rather he had on a pair of ratty,slightly grimey long johns & a similarly worn vest.His full beard wasn't carefully combed & he looked like he hadn't slept in days.Turns out his missus was in the hospital popping out another sprog,their 5th I think.Now,I've already mentioned I liked the big,furry kinda bloke & he was just that.Got to have ben a good 6'5" & quite stocky.I noticed how much jet black hair he had all over his arms,shoulders & what I could see of his chest through the vest.Jesus,it was EVERYWHERE.So yeah,my teen boy-knob instantly went full stonk,which was a tad embarrassing.But when I glanced down and spotted that the fly opening of his long johns gaped slightly & this thick wiry bush of equally black hair sprouted through I nearly,well,I almost spunked in my undies! I reckon Mr.Singh saw me staring coz he gave a little smile & adjusted his crotch right ...
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