Summer heat takes a toll on the body. At convenience stores, sports drinks fly off the shelves to prevent heatstroke, increasing the need for restocking—work often done deep inside refrigerated sections. These corners become unusually quiet, isolated spaces where workers rarely speak, allowing brief moments to catch their breath or take a break. One day, a small act of slacking off led to an encounter with the night shift replacement. He was elegant-looking, someone I'd had a quiet crush on for a while. That's what finally gave me the courage to speak to him. After that, I started deliberately joining the fridge restocking during his shift, meeting him in the back to talk. We eventually kissed, and overcome by desire, I touched his cock through his clothes—only to feel it instantly harden. I pulled it out, gave it a tentative lick, and was surprised by the distinct taste of Pocari Sweat. That was the last time we saw each other, and I was left with unsatisfied longing for sex. Soon after, our shifts no longer overlapped and we drifted apart. Ever since, I can't get that Pocari Sweat taste out of my mind—I've become obsessed with giving blowjobs. Driven purely by that craving, I decided to take part in this video.