Jesus, Take The... Um...

Jesus, Take The... Um...

Working at the local Gas-n-Go I met a lot of fascinating people. One of the most fascinating, to me anyway, was the stock boy, Jesus.

Jesus was gorgeous, and I worshiped him from afar, Like a Mexican god of sex.

One night he approached me.

“I’m Jesus.” (pronounced Hay-soos) He offered his hand.

I shook his hand, and felt an instant jolt of energy to my nether regions. “I’m Gentry.”

his smile was dazzling. “I know,” he said.

“And I know you’re Jesus, I see you a lot around here!”

“Nights only. In the day, I work with horses.” He released my hand and looked at the floor. “I’d like you to come see them.”

My heart leapt into my esophagus and before thinking, I blurted, “I’d love to!”

“My boss is at an auction this weekend, how about Saturday?”

Only two days away, holy shit! “Saturday’s fine!” Damn my eagerness!

Saturday morning arrived and I waited in the local Kroger parking lot. He was late. I sat fifteen minutes and decided he wasn’t going to show up, so I started my car to leave. Then I spied a battered teal GMC mini truck turning into the entrance. He pulled into the empty spot beside me, and rolled down his window. I was going to yell at him, but he flashed me that megawatt smile and said, “ready?” My resolve dissolved and I climbed into the truck of the brown-skinned man that I barely knew. The interior was battered as the exterior, and smelled very… Equine.

We pulled up to an opulent house, with a dazzling white horse barn in the background. The whole place reeked of wealth, from the majestic creatures roaming around the extensive grounds to the brilliant white rail fence surrounding the paddocks.

Before I had my door open he was there, like a knight in Mexican armor, holding out his calloused hand. I noticed an impressive bulge in his jeans, and my clit instantly stood at attention. Without speaking he walked me toward the barn gate and quickly ushered me inside the building. I barely had time to notice the cedar paneling before he backed me against the wall and covered my mouth with his. I responded, and eagerly opened my lips for his probing tongue. My hands went into his tightly coiled hair and I pulled him closer.

“Gentry,” he moaned and brought his hands under my blouse. I hadn’t worn a bra, and his calloused fingers found my eraser-tip nipples. He pinched them roughly and I cried out against his lips, my knees buckling.

“Oh, you like that?”

“Mm-hm,” was all I could manage.

He lifted my blouse over my head, and tossed it aside. In a flash, we were both naked.

He lowered me to a fresh pile of hay, never taking his lips off mine.

He kissed down my neck and trailed his tongue down my abdomen to my waiting sex. I tried to put my hands in his hair again, but he grabbed them and held them splayed as he devoured me.

He was really good at what he was doing, and within three minutes of his ministrations, I was coming. I arched my back and screamed to the rafters as he continued his carnal feast.

All too soon he pulled away. He smiled, his face shiny with my wetness. I groaned in frustration but he stopped it with a long, deep kiss.

Against my lips he whispered, “My turn.” Jesus put his hands on my waist and flipped me on my stomach. The hay was sharp and prickly against my face. I noticed a pair of leopard-print panties a few feet from my head, and they weren’t mine. I began to panic.

“Relax,” he assured me.

He pulled at my hips till my ass was in the air. I felt him moving behind me and heard the distinct sound of a jar opening. A cool, aromatic substance was being applied to my backside.

“Jesus?” I whispered.

“No talking.”

I felt the head of his cock against my opening. I’ve had anal before, but never with a prick as large as his. I braced myself.

With one hard push he was inside. I screamed again, because it hurt like Hell.

“Relax, relax…”

Eventually I did, and he waited for me.

He began thrusting. Slow and deliberate at first, then picking up speed.

I stroked myself in time with his violent plunging, rocking backward to impale myself deeper. I was nearing another orgasm when I felt him stiffen behind me. He lunged forward, throwing me off balance. One more ramming thrust and he was unloading deep inside me, shouting words in Spanish that I’m probably glad I don’t understand.

Hearing and feeling him come finally sent me over the edge and climaxed so hard I momentarily blacked out.

When I came to, he was nowhere to be seen; even his truck was gone. I picked the hay out of my hair, got dressed and started home. Thank goodness the journey was only three miles; I was having a bit of difficulty walking.

Jesus never worked at the Gas-n-Go again. I’ll miss him.

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