The Salesman – Come inside and get a good look

Submitted By WankFan

It had been a long night shift. Devin had been looking forward to coming home and slamming his girlfriend’s pussy after sending her pics of his big dick all night, but she’d already fucked off to work by the time he got back. He thought about heading to the gym and making use of his horny energy but he knew his 8-inch uncut meat would keep him far too distracted.

Instead, he headed straight for the bathroom, ready to clean up and stroke one out before sleeping through most of the day ready for his next shift.

His massive body ached but his cock was the main focus of his attention, his hand sliding along the veiny upturned length, playing with his swollen tip, precum constantly dripping while his heavy bull balls swung beneath. He thought about what his girlfriend was doing right at that moment, probably teaching some gorgeous girl in tight little yoga pants how to maintain her form, her camel toe bulging and inviting, making all the men in the gym stiff…

Just at that moment, while he could feel the pleasure rising and ready to take over, the doorbell rang.

And rang again.

And again.

Angrily stepping out of the shower he grabbed the nearest towel, one far too small for his thick thighs and bulging dick, stomping down the stairs toward the sound of the doorbell ringing again.

Devin almost lost his grip on the door as he flung it open to find a young man in a cheap and ill-fitting suit standing there with a smile on his face and a folder in his hand.

“Good morning!” Jack began, far too cheerful and far too ignorant of the angry energy this massive man was giving off while he towered over him in the doorway, dripping wet and covered by nothing but a towel “I wondered if you would be interested in…” he continued, oblivious.

“I’ll stop you right there” Devin said, trying his best to remain clam. “Do I look like I give a fuck about whatever it is you’re selling?”

The young man looked down to his folder, his finger nervously running along its edge, his mind searching for the appropriate line in his memorized script “I’m sorry sir, I didn’t mean to…”

“No” Devin muttered, “but you did. You wanna know what you interrupted?”

“I’m sorry sir, I’ll just…” the young man uttered.

“I was having a good wank in the shower when you started ringing my doorbell like a demented twat.” He leaned over, almost whispering his horny tale while his neighbor made her way to her car twenty feet away, glancing over to the pair suspiciously. “I’ve been rock hard all night thinking about fucking my girl and I get home and she’s already at work. All I wanted was to rub one out and go to bed but you had to come and wind me up, so you can understand why I’m a little pissed off”.

The young salesman seemed to realize for the first time that the huge muscled guy standing in front of him was wearing nothing but a towel, and that it was standing up barely concealing a long and hard cock beneath. He tugged at his collar nervously and wondered if he should just shut up and turn around.

The problem was, he knew one of the tips to getting a form filled was to be persistent, that it would only take five minutes and when potential customers like this guy were in a hurry they usually went along with it. He also knew that finding a personal connection with a potential lead was like gold dust and it improved his chances a thousand times over. Looking down to the boxes of protein stacked up beside the door he finally had his “in”.

“Oh, you use them too! I get my protein from them. I’m not sure it’s working too well for me though.” He muttered nervously, pointing with his pen to the stack of boxes in Devin’s hallway.

Devin looked around, a little annoyed that the asshole was being so intrusive, but also starting to wonder if the lad might be a little more useful than expected. Could he maybe get the guy to suck him off? Even a hand job wouldn’t go amiss, and this lad seemed to be pretty determined to keep him there at the door. Jenny didn’t need to know about it, of course, just like she never knew about that lad Devin fed his dick too one night in an alley behind the warehouse when he caught him trying car doors. It had actually been a pretty good suck. He’d flooded that lads mouth with his load and watched the guy wanking off before letting him go, promising he’d call the cops if he ever came back – for anything other than his cock.

Devin looked back to his irritating visitor “Obviously it works on me mate, you don’t get a body like this from eating shit and knocking on doors for a living” he smirked. “You look like you’re trying though”, he said, looking at the lad’s cheap shirt where obvious pecs could be seen bulging slightly through the thin cotton.

“Yeah, I’m working on it” the guy said, grabbing his shirt and lifting it up to show Devin his tight abs, slapping his ripped stomach with his folder “This has taken me about three years of footie and ten hours in the gym every week”, he chuckled, imagining the work this big man must put into his effort. “Still, chicks seem to like it”.

Devin decided to make a move, his cock was still pretty hard and he really needed to bust a load out. The lad seemed like he was interested.

Of course, Jack was thinking along completely different lines. He thought he’d found a way into this guy’s good graces through a common interest and he was just looking to get that email address while he gave the prepared spiel about what the company could offer.

Successfully faking a look of relent while rolling his eyes Devin nodded toward the hall behind him “Why don’t you come in and you can tell me what it is you’re selling.” Davin stepped to the side while Jack passed through, the door closing behind him.

He directed the young man into the living room with a swing of his thick arm, his bare feet following his new guest close behind. Sunlight streamed through the windows, bathing the room in a warm orange haze. They stood face to face for a moment, their size difference now more obvious to both. Jack was small but compact, a rough and tumble kinda guy with a handsome face, stubbled and square jaw, thick shoulders and a thin waist entirely disguised by his limp suit jacket. Devin was wide and round-shouldered, ripped and bulging from his traps to his calves, almost a foot taller than the athletic guest standing before him.

They were entirely different men, and they both had entirely different notions about what was going to happen next.

Jack looked around, surveying the spotless interior before turning back to see Devin grabbing the edge of his towel and flashing the lad his solid cock, pink and snaked with veins along the upturned curving shaft, his swollen round head exposed and his pale pink folds of skin bunched up around the flared ridge, a string of glistening precum glinting in the morning sunlight as it dripped from his red tip to the bare wood floor below.

Jack’s eyebrows flicked up, “I’m sorry, I think there’s been some kind of misunder…” he began, almost chuckling nervously at the suddenly perilous position he found himself in. He’d heard stories in training about the things that can happen, but that was always directed at the girls. He never even thought he would find himself in this kind of scenario.

Devin interrupted him, grabbing his cock in his fist, “No mate. I can tell what you’re after.”

“No, really sir I think…” Jack stepped to the side and prepared to inch his way out of there without making a Jack-shaped hole in the door, but he didn’t get far before the huge man grabbed him by the arm. All the training flashed through his mind at the same time and he tried to remember what the girls had been told about this kind of situation. In truth, he knew none of them would have walked through that door in the first place, but being a guy, he just never thought…

“Listen, lad” Devin put on a sympathetic, almost needy tone, “I’ll fill out whatever form you want me to fill out, I could just use a little help with this” he swung his big cock around in front of him. “I’ll even wank you off too if you want”.

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