This story, a truncated version of one originally titled “Big Brutha’s Always Watching”, published in 2003, contains graphic descriptions of man-to-man sexual gratification and is intended for a mature audience.There I was—right up there on the video screen in all my hunky glory—getting ram-charged up the ass by Mark, the straight and separated-from-his-wife bread delivery guy at the supermarket where I worked. Face down, spread across a bank of shopping carts out on the back loading dock, my thick, stubby fingers were entwined in the metal of the uncomfortable carts and holding on for dear life as hot, hung Mark plowed the living fuck out of me. Both our pants were down around our ankles. It might have been after closing time, but anybody could’ve come around the back of the building and caught us up atop the carts rutting like dogs—so we had to be ready to hop off and haul up our jeans at a moment’s notice. As it turned out, we fucked undisturbed. Mark was every bit the stud I figured him to be and I went home with a satisfyingly sore asshole. How the fuck was I supposed to know that there were two security cameras out on the dock recording our sweaty encounter from multiple angles?My
