It's more than just the three miles that separate Home Inc. from Hardware Sales. One's the duplicate of a hundred stores across the country of that chain. The other is the local hardware store with its oiled wooden floors and maze of crammed aisles. It's like the difference between a huge but poor-performing cock, versus an okay-sized but swift-action cock. One is more showy-size than delivery; the other's just ordinary-big, but it's near perfection in service.

I usually avoid the cavernous Home Inc. and shop at Hardware Sales, where I almost always find what I want along the narrow aisles. This morning I drove first to Hardware Sales, figuring they would have a decent selection of pulls for kitchen cabinets. I needed twenty-four of them for the cabinets I had refinished.

Hardware Sales had only a limited number of kinds of pulls, but I liked all of them. I was having a hell of a lime making up my mind. I kept fingering one pull and then another without coming closer to a decision. Then I saw this young guy standing a few feet away. He had a big grin on his face and there was lightning in his green eyes.

He came up to me and asked, "Having trouble?" He knew damn well I was. The name sewn on his coveralls was KEN.

Ken is the kind of guy who makes my hands itch to feel him up and who starts the blood flowing in my cock. My attention shifted away from kitchen pulls. I started taking another kind of inventory. I guessed Ken to be around twenty-six, five-feet-eleven, thirty or thirty-two inch waist, a forty-inch chest in a T-shirt. He had close-cut, reddish-blond, curly hair; a streak of freckles across his nose and high cheek bones; full lips and a square chin and naturally tan complexion.

Despite his loose-fitting overalls, I could tell Ken had a nice body. And anyone as good-looking as he was just had to be well-hung. I wondered if he had light red fuzz around his asshole.

My cock quickly went about its own business. I was wearing baggy jeans, so I wasn't sure if he could see my hard-on. I've got an okay-sized cock, even limp. Right then, it extended over eight inches and was pressing hard against my boxer shorts. My foreskin was moist.

"Yes," I finally replied. "I can't make up my mind which pull I like best."

"I work this department. Maybe I can help," Ken said. He still was grinning, like he knew something I didn't. He moved up closer to me. The blend of his aftershave and the clean, natural smell of his body acted as a magnet. I moved closer to him.

"I like this one," Ken said. "It has a great knob to grab hold of." He fingered a display pull. "On the other hand, here's a nice one, too," Ken drawled, as he reached for another pull.

"Either would be fine," I replied, intent only on cruising Ken's hot body.

"You see," Ken said in a low voice, "I like big knobs, ones you can really grab hold of." Ken looked up and down the aisle. Then, before I knew what was happening, he unzipped my jeans and reached in through my boxers to grab the head of my hard cock. "This knob's even better." Ken had his hand completely inside my boxers. He moved all around my crotch. He squeezed my balls. With his fingers he rubbed a drop of pre-cum around the crown of my prick.

I was too shocked at his boldness to say anything. I felt half-drunk. I tried to keep my balance as electricity shot all over my body. I was really turned on by the way his hand was cock-ringing me. As his hand moved back to my asshole, I nearly went crazy. I wanted him. I grabbed his crotch and felt the bundle beneath his overalls. I wanted to get inside.

Suddenly, Ken pulled away from me. I turned and saw this elderly guy just starting down our aisle. He eyed us with amused curiosity. He came up to us.

"I'm looking for a one-and-one-sixteenth-inch wrench," he said to Ken.

"Two aisles over, on the left, fourth drawer down," Ken said politely.

"Thanks," the man nodded and walked away. At the end of the aisle, he looked back at us and smiled.

"Never too old," Ken laughed.

"You know where to find everything?" I asked.

"I sure do," Ken replied, "especially important things." His hand was back inside my boxers.

I realized then the old guy must have seen my unzipped fly. I shook my head in disbelief. Here it was mid-morning in Hardware Sales. A good-looking young guy was feeling me up. And an old guy had just passed by and approved with a friendly smile. Horny didn't begin to describe how I felt. But I kept turning my head from one side to the other, looking to see if anyone was around. We were still alone.

Ken's fingers massaged my balls. By now pre-cum had made a sticky mess in my boxers. Ken pulled me very close. His firm bundle pressed against my thigh. I had to fight to keep from creaming my boxers.

'What the hell?' I said to myself. 'If this guy's willing to risk so much, then … me too!' I unbuttoned a couple of snaps on Ken's overalls. My hand reached in and discovered a thick shaft curving down his briefs. I rubbed it to an erection. I was right: Ken was well-hung. I wanted it up my ass.

"My pecker likes your handwork," Ken said quietly. "But this is amateur stuff and it's too exposed here. How about a trip to the warehouse?"

I didn't hesitate, nodding enthusiastically and giving his cock another rub.

"Zip up," Ken said. "You don't want a stranger to come by and get in your pants, do you?"

I laughed and zipped up. "Ready when you are."

"The warehouse is out back of the store. Let's go," Ken said. As we passed one of his fellow workers, Ken called to him, "I'm off to the warehouse to show a customer those new kitchen pulls that came in yesterday."

I was sure I detected a knowing smile on the clerk's face as he replied, "Take your time."

At the warehouse we walked down a long aisle with cardboard crates on either side. We ended up at a closed door. Ken unlocked it.

Ken pulled me into a tight embrace, our hard cocks bumping against each other. We kissed wildly. Then, still holding me tightly, Ken opened the door and propelled our locked bodies into the small room.

Ken slid the bolt on the door and flicked the light switch. I was surprised at what was there. Toilet, washstand, a couple of easy chairs and a cot with blankets. Also a blue barrel with a cushion on tip of it up against the wall.

"Most of the guys come here to catnap during a break or to rest if a hangover hits real hard. But a couple of us call this our fuck room," Ken said and laughed. He looked at me with those devil eyes and a wide grin. He rubbed his hand over his crotch. "I'm not here to nap, much less to look at kitchen pulls. Strip, man," Ken barked.

Almost before I had pulled my knit shirt over my head. Ken was naked too, except for his shit-kicker boots and underwear. He was something to look at, down to his low-rise, red polka-dot briefs. Broad shoulders, trim waist, arm and leg muscles just where they should be. His firm pec-mounds were lightly covered with red curls. His erect nipples, just above the curved ridge of his pecs, were large and dark brown. Blond-red curls hung over the narrow top band of his briefs.

I stared longingly at his moist bulge. His thick shaft plunged down inside the center seam of his contour briefs until the crown of his cock-head made its pronounced appearance. His balls nestled on either side. Any more equipment and it would have spilled out. Dark red curls lapped over each side of his briefs.

"Stop the gaping, buddy," Ken snapped. "We don't have all morning."

Ken yanked my jeans and boxers down to my feet. He dropped to his knees to get my shoes off. I lifted my legs and stepped out of my clothes.

"Nice cock," Ken said in a low voice.

My cock was swollen to its limits. The foreskin was pulled back tight along the shaft, the large cock-head blazing like a stop light. Erect, my cock shot almost straight out. It was right there in front of Ken's waiting mouth.

"Looks like you could use a head-job," Ken said.

I jabbed my cock against his lips, thrusting my hips forward. Ken took my cock. His lips slid over the head and closed around the crown, his tongue rotating everywhere. The tip of his tongue separated my cum-slit and licked the soft skin inside. When his lips took on my thick shaft, I was amazed Ken could take it all in. His lips moved my foreskin up and down the shaft and over the head of my cock.

After several minutes, I warned Ken. "Watch it."

His lips foreskinned my cock-head and he pulled off. He looked up at me with a smile and said, "That's good-tasting cock. You've got a damn thick dinger there; I wasn't sure I could handle it."

"You give —" I started to say, but then I jumped abruptly as Ken's right hand reached up and circled my cock and balls. It was his tight grasp again, better than any of my cock-rings. My nuts bulged in a tight pouch. The pressure of his grasp expanded the bluish-purple veins on my shaft. My cockhead was on fire. His tongue licked my balls thoroughly. His lips slid up and down my tool. Then they mounted my cock-head and tickled my cum-slit. I was panting so hard that I had trouble breathing.

"Careful," I called to him. "I don't want to cum until you do."

Ken pulled off me. "Fair enough," he said. "But I like to get good and hot before I fuck."

He reached up and slapped the inside of my thighs. I spread my legs. Ken unloaded a gob of spit on his finger and started to rub the puckered lips of my asshole. His mouth went back on my cock. With every rub of his finger, my asshole opened a bit more. Then suddenly his finger was deep inside my butt. I shut my eyes and fantasized about what it was going to be like to have his prick deep inside me instead of his finger. The more he explored, the more I wanted Ken to fuck me.

Finally, I couldn't take it any more without shooting. I pushed his mouth away and grabbed his shoulders. I wrestled Ken to the floor. He was stronger than I am, but my surprise move and his half-hearted resistance landed me down on top of him. I jabbed my cock against the hard spot in his briefs and gave it a fierce rubbing. I got my arms around him and frenched his mouth gently. Ken hugged me and returned my kiss.

After several minutes, I reared back and said, "Enough. I want your cock." I jerked his briefs down his legs and tossed them across the room. What I saw had been worth the wait.

Ken's cock was like the rest of him — big and perfect. In size, it was somewhere between a long-necked beer bottle and a squat soda can. His pink shaft-skin was smooth and taut. The pole was especially thick at the base and narrowed as it reached the cock-head. He was cut. Mesmerized, I leaned back and got on my knees. I bent over and took his cock.

I love to suck cock, and Ken's was a real mouthful. Once my lips slipped over the top of the big bell and glided past the crown to the tender skin of the slimmer shaft just below, I was ready to take on the rest of the width. It got easier and easier to handle all of his thick tool with every trip I made up and down it. I don't know how many dozen journeys I made from cum-slit to cock hairs. I loved every one of those mouthfuls. For a long time I sucked Ken in rhythm to his moans and quick, heavy breathing. Ken reached up and grabbed my pecs. He all but pulled off my hard nipples. I moved off his cock and toppled back down on him. Our cocks met and wrestled. We locked each other in our arms and kissed long and hard. Finally, Ken pushed me away. His tan face was flushed. I felt his body shaking.

"My knob wants your butt. Okay?" Ken's husky voice asked.

"Shit! I've been ready for your knob for a long time," I replied, giving him a punch in the belly. We both remained tense in a moment of anticipation. Then, in a quick burst of wild energy, Ken stood up straight. He bent his knees slightly so that his cock thrust out at me. He clenched his arms and fists, boxer-style. I clenched my right fist, but with my left I grabbed his hard prick.

"How do you want to take me?" I asked. "On my hands and knees on the floor, or face-to-face on that cot?"

"Neither," Ken answered. "Get your butt up over there on that barrel and lay down on your back."

Ken's energy was contagious. I hoisted myself onto the cushion on the tip of the barrel. I bent my knees and caught the underside of my legs. I spread for him.

"Good man," Ken exclaimed. "I think your hole can take my knob." He stroked my ass crack with its dark wrinkles and ring of black hair. "Needs a little lube, though."

I expected some K-Y. Instead I just about stopped breathing when I felt his tongue at my ass crack. I inhaled a deep breath. Rimming excites me. It's a favorite I don't always get. Ken gave my ass crack a good licking out. Then he started working his tongue past my ass ring to the tunnel inside.

"Oh, yes," I moaned. "That's it. Dig in as hard as you can." His tongue found its way deeper and deeper. My butthole opened wider with each penetration. I hoped my groans didn't startle customers outside the warehouse. Ken's tongue made its last probe and pulled out. The moan I let out must have told Ken that I was ready to be screwed.

"I've got a thick tool here. I hope you can take it," Ken said.

"Cut the talk and let me have it," I snapped back.

"Bit of patience," Ken said as he kissed me. Then from the pocket of a jacket hanging on a nearby hook, Ken got a tube of K-Y and a packaged condom. I was glad to see him prepared. Ken smeared my ass crack generously. He put another big gob on his fingers, one of which shot up my butt. Then two, three. The trio played around inside my ass. I loved every exploration. Ken's finger-fucking soon worked me to the boiling point. "Come on, damn it," I demanded. "Let me have your cock."

"Need to rubber up first," Ken said. He peeled the condom down his cock and greased it.

I inched my butt on the cushion closer to the rim of the barrel. My shoulders and head rested against the wall. I put my hands under my bent knees. I spread my legs. My asshole was there for the taking, vulnerable, wet. Ken pulled up to me.

Slowly he entered. As his cock-head pushed past the sphincter. I winced and he froze. He grabbed my cock and moved my foreskin slowly up and down my shaft. The more he played with me, the more I relaxed.

"Here I come, buddy," Ken whispered.

And, oh, damn, did he shove it in! I've never had such a thick tool rammed up my butt. It busted my tight ass wide open. "Easy," I pleaded, delirious.

Ken leaned forward and gave me a long kiss. He played with my tits and ran his hands over my stomach. My hole gradually opened wide and welcomed all of his thick cock "Go at it," I told him. My hands raised my bent legs higher so that he had all the room he needed to shove in his full length. I watched his cock all but disappear up me.

Ken started pumping. Slowly at first. Then his prick was like a fast-moving piston. He tunneled in full length. Then he almost pulled out. Back and forth he shot his cock. Several times he did pull out completely, and his cock-head played around at my ass crack. Then he was back in and fully at work. All the time he fucked me, he jacked my cock.

"How'm I doin'?" Ken asked, breathing heavily, slurring.

"Just keep at it, man," I moaned. I was in ecstasy as I watched Ken fuck me and jack my cock at the same time. But all too soon I was close to shooting. "I'm about there," I warned him.

"Hold on a bit longer," he urged me. "Put your legs around my waist." He grabbed my thighs. My legs around his waist pulled him even closer to me. His mass of soft cock-hair squished against my asshole.

"Now you're really up my butt," I exclaimed. With every thrust Ken made, he rammed my prostate. My feet against his back pulled him tight against me every time he tunneled forward into me. With my head and shoulders firmly against the wall and with my legs tight around him, I'd never had a guy quite so close before when I was getting screwed. Every inch of his cock was up my butt. I locked my ass around Ken's cock every time he made a deep dive in, and then released it as he came out for air. We got a fantastic rhythm going that way.

Suddenly he let go of my cock. He threw back his head. His mouth opened. His eyes dosed. I listened to his panting. He was obviously losing it.

I started to play with myself. Ken was good at jacking me. But I also like to handle my own cock. I know just how to manipulate my foreskin so that it gives my large cock-head a pleasure that shoots throughout my entire body. It was great double action – Ken up my butt and me pumping my cock.

"I can't hold back!" Ken shouted.

Ken dropped down on me for a passionate kiss, then he raised his arms above his head. He muffled a cry of delight I felt his cock explode violently inside me.

At the same time Ken shot, my cock unloaded. My cum flooded my cock-head and flowed down the shaft. I liked the feel of all that juice on me. I moaned in ecstasy.

My asshole locked around Ken's quivering cock Our breathing came in short, heavy pants as we stayed there joined together. When I finally relaxed my hold on his cock, Ken pulled out. My legs dropped over the side of the barrel, my stiff cock angling out at him. Ken leaned over and took my cock in his mouth. He licked me clean.

"Good stuff," he said.

"You give good knob-work," I replied.

"My pleasure," Ken said. "Come again."

"I'll be back," I promised as I got down off the barrel. I took Ken in my arms for a macho bear hug.

"Sorry to say, but we'd best get into our clothes and get back to the store," Ken said.

We dressed quickly. In a matter of minutes, we were in the store. When we split, we smiled at each other but didn't say anything.

I headed down the aisle to the cabinet pulls even though I wasn't much in the mood to look at them. Then I saw that elderly guy again. He came up to me, smiled, and said, "I got my little wrench. Did you find what you were looking for?"

"Yes and no," I answered.

He laughed. He came close to me and said, "I hope you had a good time with your knobs before you got zipped back up." He gave me a friendly pat on the shoulder, smiled, and walked briskly down the aisle.

It had been an unusual morning. I couldn't be sure of anything. I checked my fly just to make sure. It was okay.