Chapter 10
From Justin's viewpoint
I'd been taking out my frustrations on my dick. Night after night sitting at my computer beating off. I'd probably have to throw my desk chair away. It reeked of my cum. Cum was soaked into the seat fabric. Cum was soaked into the rug under my desk. Cum was . . . Well, you get the idea. First I'd beat off to JUB and then to Xtube. JUB. Xtube. JUB . . .
It had only been four days, but I wasn't sure how much longer I could go on getting off solo. Sure, I'd been beating off for years and I was really good at it, but I'd been spoiled lately. First Billy. Then Jess. It was sort of like having the twins back and I'd almost rubbed my cock raw missing the twins when they left. This was worse somehow. I'd had less sex with Billy and Jess – a lot less -- but was missing them more.
Not a word from either. Not since Sunday. Not since I'd sucked Jess off and offered to let him taste his own cum fresh from my swollen lips. I really thought he might go for it, even though he gets so hung up about the simplest shit.
It was hard to believe he was best friends with Billy. Billy may be straight . . . and I use both the words "may" and "straight" advisedly . . . but he was so relaxed about sex. As he liked to say, "I've got my limits," but . . .
I didn't know what to make of the cold shoulder I suddenly was getting from both of them at school this week. Not that they were ever going to be buddy-buddy with me around their straight friends. But no recognition. None whatsoever. Not even a nod from either of them. I knew they were both seniors and I was "just a junior." I knew Jess was deep in the closet and Billy was so hung up on being the big straight jock. But damn it all! I missed both of them. They could at least return one of my text messages.
I'd just finished getting off to "jamesdman20" at DudeTube one more time and decided I needed to take a break from porn. I lay down on my bed, cradling my tired cock in my palm. A little jizz still oozing out the tip. My cock lips were red and swollen from all the hand action. I stared at those pouting lips for a minute, thinking of Jess' lips and then Billy's and how good it would feel to have them wrapped around my cock. And soon I drifted off.
I guess I was tired because I was dreaming in no time. To my astonishment, when I awoke an hour later I was rock hard again. I could still remember the central theme of the most fabulous dream. It had involved a lot of running, like on a track at school or something like that. But somehow at the finish line, there was a huge bed and Jess and Billy and I were in it, all hot and sweaty from running. We were raging horny and wrestling with each other. Our over-sexed bodies writhing against one another. The twins were the referees. Buck naked. Both of them. Their beautiful cocks rock hard. They were cheering us on as we slid around in our sweat.
Then Billy and I were lying on the bed, our legs scissored between each other so our balls were touching and our huge hard cocks were side by side and pointing to the sky and dripping pre-cum. Two towers of cock flesh.
Jess was lowering his beautiful tight swimmer's ass to be impaled by both of us at the same time. He had one hand wrapped around both Billy's and my cocks, holding them together where they belonged. I could feel the heat from Billy's hot cock pressed against the underside of my nine-incher and the warmth of Jess' fingers squeezing around the rest of my throbbing pole. He was saying something to us I couldn't make out.
God, damn, shit! That's when I woke up with this fucking throbbing nine inches of insatiable cock to deal with and no Billy and no Jess. I knew then that I needed to find someone I could share my horny cock with before I went crazy thinking about those two assholes. I couldn't cum solo again.
As much as I didn't want to, I decided to call Mike. I'd say he was a friend, but he wasn't. More like a fuck buddy, but we'd never fucked. Just fooled around some. OK, more than some.
He was in college, not a jock type but with a nice enough body. He always had a great tan, a face you don't mind seeing and a package that always looked like it wanted to be unwrapped. He also was the assistant manager who got me into A&F. I'd filled out all the paperwork and shit and interviewed with the manager. Mike called to say it was a done deal; I just needed to come into the store before closing one night that week and get oriented. Then the job would be mine.
When I showed up at the appointed time, there was only Mike and another sales guy and a few customers. Mike introduced me to the other guy and showed me around a little. Before long, the place had emptied out and the sales associate was straightening up or some shit. Mike told him to go home. He said I was a new associate and he was going to show me how to close.
Man, before you could say, "Fuck me again," the guy was gone.
That's when the true nature of my "orientation" became clear. We were leaning back against the checkout counter as Mike blabbed on about what stuff was where in the store. I noticed he had been reaching down to rub his crotch every so often. Nice crotch, I'd already noticed. I couldn't resist taking a fresh look as he reach down to rub himself again.
Of course, he saw me look. So rather than look away, I kept my eyes fixed on his growing bulge and smiled so broadly he couldn't miss it. He just kept rubbing his dick through his jeans and it just kept growing, stretching down his right thigh. Pulling at the denim of his loose-cut jeans. Nice cock!
I kept watching and smiling. I hadn't thought about it, but, of course, I was sporting some pretty noticeable wood myself.
Finally Mike started to explain in his same business-like tone that if I wanted him to sign off on my orientation there was one more simple thing I had to do. He was sure I wouldn't mind.
"Maybe. Maybe not," I said.
He stepped in front of me and took hold of my wrist. He pushed my palm against his hard-on.
"Help me out," he said. It was sort of a question. Sort of a request.
I started to unzip him jeans. He grabbed my hand and shook his head No. He put my hand back on his cock. I could feel the heat of his horny dick through the fabric. I stroked it a few times, trying with each stroke to move it to a more upright and comfortable position. It looked so uncomfortable trapped against his thigh.
With my help, it was moving. But if I had to work through the denim, I didn't think I could really do anything but keep his poor cock all stirred up and aching.
Finally, as I kept my hand around his cock, he reached down into his jeans and gently moved his cock so it was now pointing up and to the right. In its new position it felt like it had gotten a hell of a lot thicker and maybe longer, too. Without removing my hand, I moved back a little so I could get a better view. It looked like if it got any bigger or stood up any straighter, I'd be able to see his cockhead peering out of his waistband.
I was loving this orientation. Only I was hoping that maybe Mike might show my aching cock the attention it deserved . . . and really wanted.
I started stroking Mike's cock again through his jeans, trying to work it so that his cock did slip out of the top of his waistband. I didn't have far to go. Mike had started grinding his hot cock against my hand and making a low guttural sound that I took for a thank you.
Frustrated that Mike wasn't returning the favor, I reached down with my free hand and gave my swollen dick a friendly squeeze.
"Never touch yourself in the store. That is completely against the rules. If you get aroused while working, try to ignore it," Mike said, sounding like a boss who had repeated this admonition a thousand times.
I couldn't believe it. This wasn't work. I was jacking the guy off after hours. What the fuck was going on?
Mike seemed to know just what I was thinking. "You have to learn self-control in this job. There will be temptations."
And he ground his dick against my hand some more. I just went on working his cock and occasionally gave his balls a little attention, too.
I thought he was about ready to cum. He couldn't get much harder.
"Follow me," Mike said and turned and walked into the fitting area. I followed and took the opportunity to work my own cock a time or two while his back was turned. As I rubbed my palm over my crotch, I could feel a sizeable wet spot at the tip of my cock.
When Mike got to the fitting area, he stood in front of the multiple mirrors, the ones that let you see yourself reflected from all different angles. As I looked in the mirrors, I could see countless images of Mike, all sporting a raging hard-on. In his A&F jeans, of course.
"Have you ever given a blowjob?" Mike asked.
"Maybe," I said, trying to be coy, but thinking back to my days with the twins when blowjobs were an everyday occurrence. Shit, multiple blowjobs lots of nights.
"Well, after tonight, you can say yes with certainty." He sounded so official when he talked. It was like he was a different Mike than the one I had met before. Gone was the casual, friendly guy who had offered to get me the job. But even if he was acting like a horny work nerd, it looked like I was about to get a tasty load to eat. So I wasn't gonna complain.
He told me to take off my shirt and turn around. He complimented my pecs and said how much he liked guys with tight bodies like mine. It made me feel good and, I could tell by his boner, I was making him feel good, too.
He told me to unzip his jeans. When I did, his dick sprang free. The movement caught my eye in the mirror and I realized I could see hundreds of Mike's dicks at countless angles. It was so cool.
I figured I didn't need to wait for any further directions and I started to lick his very nice cock. Not as long as mine, but good sized. Maybe almost eight thick inches. Really thick inches.
I had barely started slurping my way up and down the underside of his fat cock, when he says, "Suck it . . . hard."
I put the head in my mouth and I could have sworn my mouth was as full as it could get. Mike's cock seemed even bigger around in my mouth than it had in my hand.
"Now suck it," he said and started to pump his cock between my lips. He wasn't being too gentle. He was raping my mouth. I could see a million images of his fat cock pumping my lips. And his cute butt, which I hadn't focused on before. It was the driving force moving that fat cock in and out of my straining mouth.
I was really getting into all the views I had of me blowing Mike. It was quite a turn on. It was like we were on TV or something. With that combination of distraction and enhancement, I was doing my best to suck him off.
After a couple of minutes, he pulled his cock almost out of my mouth. I was sucking hard on the warm fat cockhead. Swirling my tongue around it. Occasionally tasting some of his pre-cum. Then he grabbed his cock tightly around the base, pulled it out of my mouth, and started slapping me in the face with it. I'd seen that done plenty of times in porn, but I'd never had it done to me. Each slap sent a jolt directly to my hot, hard cock making it ooze pre-cum in anticipation..
I looked in the mirrors and saw the action from all angles. His thick cock slapping against my cheeks. Drops of his pre-cum streaking my cheeks. His cute butt muscles squeezed tight. I thought I looked pretty damn good in the mirror being cock-whipped by my soon-to-be boss. I wanted a picture of me that way.
Then Mike started to gasp and stroke his cock. Then he was back to whipping my face. Finally he began to rub his engorged cock against my cheek. I thought he wanted me to suck him again. Probably eat his cum load. But when I tried to take his meat in my mouth, he moved it so it was rubbing against my other cheek. That big, fat, swollen cockhead, pre-cum oozing out of it, rubbing against the light stubble on my cheek.
What a turn on! What a view in those mirrors!
I saw him start to shake his head back and forth and words flowed from his mouth. "Fuck. Shit. Cocksucker. Cumming. Oh god. Fuck. I'm gonna . . ."
And he shot his first wad of cum. I could see it in the mirrors as it streaked from his swollen piss lips and sprayed across the side of my head, leaving a thick stream of cum in my hair. His second blast was over my shoulder and ran down my back. I could feel it land at about my shoulder blade, a big warm glob of cum. I could see that, too.
He used the rest of his generous cum to spray my face with his man juice. When he was done, he took his big fat cock and wiped his cum all over my face, my forehead, my neck.
It was quite a little show, with me at the center of it.
Mike finally stepped back and looked down at his handy work.
"I think you've finished your orientation. The job's yours if you want it." He gave me a cute smile as his office demeanor vanished. I could imagine him as somebody's boyfriend material. But probably not mine.
All the same, I'd had a better time at orientation than I expected, but I still needed to get off . . . big time.
I saw Mike staring at my crotch and hoped he was about to make his move. He didn't. At last I looked down to see how obvious my boner was. The outline of my cock, all nine throbbing, horny inches of it, was clearly visible. As was the very large and growing wet spot on the front of my jeans. I told him I couldn't go home like this.
Mike asked if I was going straight home and would my folks be waiting for me. I told him I was and they would be.
He pulled himself together, shoving his sticky cock back in his pants, and went off somewhere. A minute later he was back. "Here's a pair of jeans you'll look good in. You can wear them home. And here's another pair just like them to replace the pair you spilled something on," he said, with the emphasis on "spilled." Then he flashed me his winning college-boy smile again.
I thanked him and asked him to excuse me while I changed. He told me he'd love to see me change right there.
"But I've gotta take a piss," I lied.
"Well, don't forget to wash your face and hands," he said as he brushed one hand against my cheek, collecting a sample of the cum he'd left there. He put it to his lips. "I like the taste of me on you."
In the employees' men's room, I quickly stripped off my jeans. My cock was so hard, so ready for some love and attention. I really needed to cum right then, even though I was sure it was against the rules. Mike's rules.
I didn't need any more lube than my love muscle was already providing. I just let my hand wrap gently around my cock and gently stroke. My eyes closed as I imagined myself stroking my meat in front of the mirrors, seeing my cock from the front, both sides, reflected an infinite number of times. In my mind I was slowly turning before the mirrors, my hand stroking the length of my hard cock, so hard and so ready. My nuts pulled up and my cockhead tingled. My whole shaft was ablaze with excitement. I opened my eyes, a little surprised to see I was still standing in front of the urinal.
It took the edge off for a brief moment. I picked up my old jeans and held the crotch to my face, burying my nose in the damp spot left by my pre-cum. I inhaled deeply and that did it. It came, shooting high in the air. Cum splattered on the wall above the urinal. And again I shot. This time even higher. I liked that. I think seeing my cum splattering so high against that wall was making me shoot even higher. The fourth blast was the highest. Goddamn, I had needed to unload.
When I was done, I used some paper towels to clean up a bit, hoping Mike didn't need to use the john next. Any idiot would know what had happened here. I just hoped no one ever knew it was me.
I took a glance at myself in the mirror and realized I needed to follow Mike's advice. The remnants of his cum were still all too obvious. I washed up and headed out.
When I got back to Mike, he looked like he was ready to go.
But, when he looked at my crotch in the jeans he'd just given me, he paused. "You wear those goddamn jeans to work and we'll sell out in a day. What a fucking advertisement you are."
"Thanks. I'll wear them my first day," I said, pleased that Mike liked what I had to show.
"Maybe you'd like to wear them to my place Thursday night. I'm off at 7."
That's how it started with Mike. I went over to his apartment Thursday and I gave him a blowjob. I got to swallow most of his load that time. But he's got cum that smells a lot like bleach and it isn't that great. I mean, don't get me wrong, it's still better than a burger and fries any day. Better than a vanilla shake.
But Mike never worried about getting me off. It was always about him. On the other hand, every time I went to his place, I'd go home with something nice – jeans, shirt, even a jacket one time. Good sit from the store. I didn't ask questions, so he didn't have to tell lies.
And Mike had pretty good porn. I liked watching his DVDs on his wide-screen. To see guys fucking each other in hi def is so cool. In slow motion it's even better. Big cocks on a big screen.
So now I was getting ready to call Mike again. It was better than whacking off alone one more night. I'd get to see his new apartment and we'd probably watch some good porn. It was a little better than my right hand and Xtube. At least after I blew him, he seemed to enjoy watching me jack off slowly to his porn. I always like an audience. Sometimes he even came a second time while he watched . . . watched me stroking and cumming.
It was better than shopping at Wal-Mart. Better than jacking off alone again. Better than sitting at home missing those two assholes.
To Be Continued . . .
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