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Jake regretted coming into the adult store almost immediately after he entered it. The place was creepy, with its dim, red-tinted lighting and the almost visible odour of old sexual fluids and pot. He'd only come in to get out of the downpour outside; it was either that, or deal with the smokers infesting the bus shelter. Jake couldn't stand them: to him, it was incredibly rude to sit there blowing carcinogens into the shared air when people couldn't reasonably get away. This was the only other place that was open this late that offered shelter that was within walking distance of the bus stop, and he didn't want to miss the last bus home on a night like this.

"Can I help you?" Jake heard someone ask in a smooth, predatory voice. The dude behind the counter looked cocky and self-assured; given his build, tattooed arms and shaved head, Jake thought, he probably deserved the look. He eyed Jake the same way a lion eyes a gazelle. Under the reddish light, and with his thick eyebrows, he looked almost demonic.

"No thanks," Jake assured him, "I'm, uh, I'm just looking." Smooth, he criticised himself. He hated situations like this, where he ended up feeling like a naive virgin. Granted, he was still a virgin, but he was definitely not naive: the internet had taken that away years ago.

"Looking for anything in particular?" the smut-pedlar asked, fingers tapping on the glass of the display counter. Jake wasn't sure whether that was supposed to be an invitation to look closer at the contents of the display counter, or whether the guy was offering himself.

"No, just curious," Jake lied. He wasn't going to give the guy the satisfaction of making him squirm. He'd seen pornography before - plenty of times, in fact - and bondage gear and blow-up dolls and vibrators and all the other things that the store was offering. Jake also didn't want to give him anything to try to pressure him on, so he tried to look at everything and nothing, not wanting to give away any interest in anything.

Being the only customer in the store made Jake feel awkward: he could feel the guy watching him, the tap-tap-tap as the guy drummed his fingers on the glass. Jake didn't want to back out like some intimidated rabbit; he strained his ears, listening for the tell-tale hiss when the bus pulled into the first stop on its route. "The weather's probably going to delay it," he grumbled.

Something brushed up against Jake's backpack; he turned carefully, trying not to knock some of the packs of edible panties and boxes of sex games off of the shelf. The creepy guy standing right behind him grinned. "Yeah, this is a good place to come if you're a curious sort."

"Look," Jake admitted, "I only came in here to get out of the rain. There's no room in the bus shelter."

"You're waiting for the five nine three?" the guy asked, two fingers running over his lips, touching the ring pierced through it. His grin became less menacing and more conciliatory. "Dude, you're going to have a long wait. There's been a huge accident on the motorway, and they've cancelled the last buses."

"What?!" Jake exclaimed, annoyed disbelief creeping into his voice.

"Yeah," the guy nodded. "Check your phone if you don't believe me, it's in the news."

Jake quickly pulled out his phone, scrolling through the latest news announcements. Sure enough, there had been an accident: a truck had jack-knifed and blocked most of the lanes of traffic. Nobody but the driver had been seriously hurt, and he'd been lucky. But it was late, and the police were diverting traffic from the area; the news didn't mention anything about buses though, but the guy had no obvious reason to lie about that.

"Shit," Jake swore. He was in no mood for this; he was going to have to head out in this weather, find an ATM and get out enough money for a cab. Today had already been long clusterfuck. "Can I get some cash out?" he asked hopefully.

The guy shook his head, "Not without a purchase. Sorry, it sucks but the owner will have my ass if I break the rules."

Jake grimaced: of course the guy running the smut shop would be an anal prick. "Fine," he relented exasperatedly, "what's the cheapest thing you've got here."

"Let me have a look out back," the guy offered. "A lot of shit comes through here. Anything in particular, or..."

"No," Jake answered firmly. "Just get whatever."

"Alright," the guy nodded. He added with a wink, "Don't steal anything while I'm gone!"

The guy disappeared; Jake took the opportunity to phone a taxi. He hoped the guy returned with something soon; he'd rather be standing out in the rain than in here when the taxi finally rolled around. Fortunately - at least, for Jake's ego - the taxi service were off their feet covering the upsurge in demand due to the weather and managing the status of their cars with the traffic closure.

The adult store employee quickly returned, tossing a bottle of lubricant down on the table. Sliding the card machine over, he announced, "I found some expired lube out back for a couple of pounds. You'll get charged for the transaction, but I didn't think you'd mind."

"Nope," Jake agreed.

They quickly finished the transaction. Jake had been annoyed with the whole evening, and now - he realised too late - that he'd have a charge from an adult store in his bank records. But that didn't matter, at least now he'd be getting home. Brusquely thanking the shop assistant, Jake quickly headed out of the store. Only when he was outside did he notice that he'd bothered to pick up his purchase, wrapped in a brown, unmarked paper bag; he'd intended on just leaving it there, but he'd just taken it out of instinct.

The taxi arrived moments later, and Jake gratefully got into the car, affirming his address to the driver and giving a relaxing sigh as he buckled himself. He was tempted to just leave the paper bag in the car, but they had taken his number and Jake wanted to limit his embarrassment. Unzipping his wet backpack, he slid the lubricant in, promptly forgetting about it.

It was the long way home, but at least he was heading home. He hated working this late, but he'd been working on getting a promotion, and seeing his team's latest project done on time and under budget would have been a good feather in his cap when the next evaluation came along again. He had tomorrow off, thank god, and then the long weekend to look forward two. Four days off was exactly what Jake needed, particularly after tonight.

The trip home was uneventful; he paid and thanked the driver, then took the stairs, tired of waiting. By the time he shoved his way through his door, he was ready to drop. His coat fell to the ground, his sneakers got kicked off, his damp shirt was quickly unbuttoned, and his backpack dropped from his hands onto the tiled floor.

Something in his bag made a loud crack, and something oily began to seep out of his bag. "For fuck's sake, what now?" Jake moaned, grabbing a towel from the drying stand, mopping up the liquid. Quickly unzipping his backpack, he dumped the contents out, trying to save as many of his work notes as possible.

"Fuck!" Jake swore again; the plastic of the bottle of lubricant had been brittle - probably why it hadn't sold well - and had cracked when he'd dropped his bag. Rapidly working, he scrubbed the goop out using his towel, until his bag was as clean as he could be bothered. The towel got thrown into the kitchen, in front of the washing machine to be added to tomorrow morning's load of laundry, along with his work shirt. Jake continued to strip off his clothes, until he was standing buck naked in his kitchen.

Jake looked down at his fat, sparsely-haired gut, slapping it with some disappointment. He really, really needed to get back into some kind of exercise routine, now that the craziness of work was going to be winding down. Maybe he'd go out over the weekend, get started on getting back into shape. Probably not tomorrow, though; he had a whole lot of barely-slept nights to recuperate.

Yawning, Jake stumbled into the office, grabbing his freshly-charged personal tablet from his office desk. The device was dedicated for porn, filled with downloaded smut. He could really go for some nice titties in his face for a while, anything to help break his mind off of work. His cock sprang up, his body lacking the energy to resist the blood surging into his nether regions.

The pictures he'd been looking at last night reappeared on the screen, holding the tablet up in one hand and gripping his shaft the other hand. He swiped through the images, slowly massaging his cock head, trying to get his mind to make up a scenario where the pictured tits were resting against his body, the woman they were attached to hot and horny and hungry for his cock.

A couple of frustrating minutes later, and he realised the pictures weren't cutting it tonight. The fantasies just weren't coming like they'd usually do: the soft, supple flesh, the feel of their perfumed bodies pressing over his body, the warm tightness of their folds enveloping his penis. He could usually get into it - his imagination was top-notch - but today wasn't one of those times. "I'm probably too tired," he rationalised.

The pictures weren't the only things on the tablet: he exited the image viewer and went to the video player. A pre-packaged fantasy could cut it tonight, just to help his mind calm down a bit and give him a decent night's sleep.

Jake didn't have a lot of videos: the people in them always seemed really stupid, and their faked noises were off-putting. But tonight was one of those nights were he'd deal with anything to get off. He chose a video he kind of liked: having a woman sucking him off at work had been one of his idle fantasies during downtimes when he'd been waiting on reports from other teams, or was waiting for code to compile.

The video seemed to do the trick: a bead of pre leaked out of his tip, his busy hand spreading the slickness over the top of his head. The guy was busy, pretending to type something serious into the computer when the actress came in; he turned around, grinning, a big thick bulge evident through the tight black material. She faked being excited, and got on to her hands and knees.

Jake's hand alternated swirling his fingers over the tip of his circumcised cock, and milking the shaft. The woman's hands unzipped the fly, and the guy's erection popped out. For Jake, it was kind of like time slowed down a bit: his eyes began to take in so many details of the porn star's huge cock. The smooth, slick head and the thick hand that seemed even bigger in the woman's small, slender-fingered hand; each vein sticking out, throbbing into Jake's head. His jerk-off hand went up to his lips, his tongue taking a quick leak of the clear, sticky fluid that percolated up his urethra.

The guy had started unbuttoning his shirt; Jake hadn't really noticed it before, his eyes naturally being drawn towards the cock-sucking. The guy had a pretty decent torso, something he could work towards: the abs weren't visible, but his body still looked pretty good. Jake continued the undressing in his mind, idly wondering what it would be like to look like that himself.

He imagined greeting the guy friendly at the gym, hanging out with him, learning what porn stars did to stay in shape, joking about women and asking questions a layman would have about the porn industry. Including later in the shower, asking if he wouldn't mind showing off the goods, and him grinning and swinging around, Jake being able to eye the whole guy's body, dripping with water, the guys huge erection bobbing under the hot water.

Jake moaned, his head snapping back to reality as his orgasm hit him unexpectedly. Creamy semen coursed down the length of his quivering cock, the thick goo dripping down over the area between his pubic hair and his belly button.

"What the fuck?" he thought, dropping the tablet, the video having continued without him. That was... pretty gay. He'd never had thoughts or desires in that direction before; not that he had a problem with it, it just wasn't for him. Or hadn't been until that night.

Jake chalked it up to his unexpected visit to the adult store. It had probably just messed with his head; that and the guy who worked there who seemed a little too friendly. Besides, he'd jerked off to straight porn, that wasn't going to make him gay. Nobody was going to know. Not that there was anything wrong with it, he thought. It was just this one-time thing.

Jake closed his eyes. "That's it," he thought, his mind beginning to scatter between the waking and dream world, "just a one-off thing."