He could easily hide under layers and fool those into thinking he was slimmer but in reality he wasn't, and he hated it. Although his feelings towards...his body were strong, he never could quite motivate himself to work out. He never had any reason to. If Aaron was brutally honest, he was a little socially awkward so didn't feel the need to be confident. Childhood trauma could do that to you.For some reason that morning was different. After the shower had washed away the remnants of the dream. A couple of cars slow but don't stop and I enter the store. Jake, the gnarly old graveyard shift guy is behind the counter. He compliments me on my outfit and I simper and lean over the counter to give him a little kiss on the cheek. I reach down and fondle Jake's cock for a moment.Jake's cock and I are old friends. Jake has my phone number and knows I'll come running anytime he calls. He's bent me over a stool behind the counter and fucked me a few times. He's also sold me to a few guys,. He was taking me now with force and was loving it. I’ve always had the power of having a tempting body and guys willing to do anything to get it, but this stranger knew I would do anything to get his giant cock. So there I was. On my knees in the dark letting a perfect stranger throat fuck me. When he thought he’d had enough he pulled his cock out and slapped my face with it.“Get on your hands and knees on the bed.” He barked.“Yes Sir.” I don’t know where the sir came from. I guess I was. Got to appear cool and confident instead of eager or nervous even when you’re thrilled to merely be in her presence. Women can smell fear. Getting spotted by a curvy, sexy sister in tight black shorts. What do you think I said to that? A resounding yes! Angela Wellington put me through the workout of my life, and even though it was grueling, I endured it happily. At the end of it, she smiled at me and told me that she was honestly impressed. I grinned and told her that I was stronger than I.