This is my second posting of an original story that actually happened to me many years ago. I've written or started quite an extensive collection of original stories but haven't had the courage or the time to post them for display.
Comments/Suggestions are welcomed from all. If the response is positive, I may finish and post several more.
nekked@gay.com
It had been one of those seemingly-endless workdays. Tuesday, Wednesday, who knows? I'd been working 7 days a week for the previous couple of months and after so much overtime the days seemed to melt together. I was ready for it to be over. Unfortunately, the end wasn't near.
I left the factory after coming in early and staying late. The night was somewhat warm. Winter had finally given way to spring and, as I pulled out of the parking lot to head home, I was suddenly struck with dread. The prospect of going home just didn't seem to be as appealing as it had just a few minutes earlier. I guess I hadn't wanted to go home; I just didn't want to be in that place for another minute longer. In a last-minute, split-second decision, I steered the truck in the opposite direction of home and roared off into the night.
I fired up a roach I'd found in my ashtray and headed for a bar frequented by my co-workers after a hard day's work. Being a workday, I hadn't expected the place to be hopping, but I certainly hadn't expected to walk into a morgue either. One lone drunk, passed out on the bar and the old-woman bartender were the only souls there. I stayed only for one beer then headed back out into the night. All of the other bars were just as dead, and my joint was gone, so I pulled into a tiny liquor store on the outskirts of town. I figured I'd get a six pack, head home, roll me a new joint, drink a few in front of the TV, and sleep till it was time to go to work again.
The liquor store was more deserted than anywhere else I'd gone that night. Even the clerk was away from the counter when I first entered. After the door finally closed behind me and the buzzer quit making its noises, out of the corner of my eye, I saw someone pop out from behind a huge stack of beer cases.
"Hello!" he said, smiling. "Anything I can help you with tonight?"
I was speechless. He was one of the most gorgeous guys I'd ever laid eyes on. "I...I...I..." I stammered, "I'm just here for a 6-pack of beer."
"Well, they're all there in the back cooler." He said, pointing. "Help yourself."
"I know what I'd like to help myself to." I said under my breath, as I pulled the pack from the cooler.
As he rang up my sale I couldn't help but notice how his movements oozed sexuality. I stood enthralled at how his arms, legs and chest strained against the fabric of his clothing. Within seconds I felt a rush of hormones surge through my body. Instantly I was hornier than I'd been in a long time. In that same instant the conflict began. Should I or shouldn't I? My body ached for him but my shyness won out. I paid for my beer and left the store.
All the way out to my truck I cursed myself. I should have at least struck up a conversation. I tossed the bagged beer on the passenger seat and slammed the steering wheel with my fist, "You chicken-shit stupid ass!!" I hollered then looked back in the window of the liquor store. I knew he couldn't see me in the dark parking lot, but I could see him well. He was still behind the cash register. He looked out the window in my direction, then disappeared behind the stack of beer cases where he'd been working before.
The look that crossed his face nearly broke my heart. I guessed that I was possibly the only person he'd seen in quite some time that night, and that he was dreading the monotony and loneliness of finishing his shift. I don't know if it was from the few drinks I'd had that night, or if it was the pot messing with my head, but I was suddenly overcome with tremendous pity. I felt sorry for him. I too knew the feeling of not wanting to be at work, yet having little choice in the matter. Mostly though, I felt pity for myself in not having the courage to at least try to get something I wanted. I remember looking at myself in the rear-view mirror and suddenly feeling a rush of courage well up within me. Next thing I remember was headed back into the store.
Again, he popped out from behind the beer cases and came up to the counter. "Hello again." He said smiling, "Forget something?"
"Sure did." I said, nervous shyness ripped again at the pit of my gut.
"Well then, what can I help you with?" he asked, innocent of the things I'd been doing to him in my mind.
"I was wondering..." I began to stammer and lose control. I knew if I didn't finish my sentence, I'd never get the courage to head down that path again. "It's been a long time...and I thought...well...maybe...ummyou'd let me suck your cock?" Finally, it was out!
Wide-eyed, he stood staring at me for a long moment. I felt the blood rush from my head as adrenaline surged through my veins. My heart was pounding, my body on the verge of panic.
Nervously he looked towards the front of the store at the doors and windows. He was thinking about it! At least he hadn't come back immediately with a negative response!
Now it was his turn to stammer and all I could do was smile at him. "Ummm...I never...uhhhh...you know...ummmm...had anyone ask me anything like that before." He finally managed to say.
"I'm sorry. I never should have come back in here and asked you that." I said, turning to head for the door.
"Wait." He said, taking a step in my direction. "You surprised me. That's all."
"I don't normally go around asking guys if I can suck their cocks, but I would love to do that for you if you'll let me. You're very sexy, and I'm very horny." I said, my palms sweating and my heart still threatening to leap from my chest. I was being completely honest with him. Only once before in my life had I been bold enough to be so aggressive with a guy. Years earlier I'd just as boldly seduced a UPS delivery driver, but that had been in the privacy of my own home. Since then, I'd been tame. This was the first I'd been so bold in public with a complete stranger!
"To tell the truth, someone has asked me that before." He smiled then laughed out loud. "Guy I knew my first semester in college asked me that one night when we were drunk."
"Did you let him?" I asked.
"No, I didn't." he answered.
An awkward silence began to threaten everything. He hadn't actually said yes, but he hadn't said no. I wasn't sure what to do next. My boldness was fading fast and a little voice inside my head told me that if I was going to do this, I would have to do something, and quickly. He too must have sensed the eerie silence. "Did you want to meet somewhere after my shift?" he asked, still glancing around the place as if afraid someone would hear what he was saying.
I took a deep breath. "No." I answered curtly, backing him against the wall behind the mound of beer cases he'd been stacking earlier. I remembered when I first came in I hadn't been able to see him so this was a perfect place.
I dropped to my knees in front of him, keeping my eyes on his face. His expression was priceless as the realization of what was going to happen and where it was happening suddenly flashed across his face.
This happened several years ago when surveillance cameras were very expensive. I knew the "Mom and Pop" liquor store wouldn't have been able to afford but maybe one camera, and it would've been pointed at either the front door or the cash register. I felt pretty safe that where we were, we wouldn't have any troubles unless someone decided they needed liquor at that time of night.
"Watch the door." I whispered as began rubbing the front of his khaki shorts. He was beautiful, his body in peak physical condition. As I ran my hands up and down his clothing I could feel every muscle, taught, tight and hard. Judging by the bulge that was growing in his shorts, another part of his body, that I had yet to touch, was going to be just as hard.
My hands found their way under his t-shirt. His torso was riddled with knotted abs and awesome pecs, his nipples were rigid with youthful exuberance and a growing sense of eroticism. He moaned softly as I squeezed his butt, a cheek of his ass in each hand, and pulled the growing mound of flesh in his pants against my face.
His body was electric, receptive and alive at my touch. His skin warm and inviting as I lightly kissed the baby-fine trail of hair that spilled out of his navel to disappear beneath the waistband of his shorts.
I looked up at his face. His head was leaned back against the wall and his eyes were closed. "So much for watching the door", I thought to myself. No matter. He was apparently enjoying what I was doing and I'd barely begun.
I encircled the mound of flesh that lie just behind his fly with my thumbs and index fingers. "Damn!" I thought. He was packed into his underwear and hard as a rail spike. I was overcome with lust. I wanted to rip his pants and underwear from his body and swallow him whole. Thankfully though, enough of my sanity remained to keep me from losing control. I knew we could be discovered at any moment yet I wanted this to last as long as it possibly could. I already knew he'd remember this night for the rest of his life, but I didn't want it to be a memory of a quick suck and go.
Slowly I unbuttoned the waistband of his shorts and lowered his zipper, the fabric parting against the pressure of his manhood. Suddenly I found my mouth on it, wetting the stark-white cotton of his briefs. I felt everything with my lips, first his left nut, then both, then the right. The heat of his desire radiated against my face. He smelled wonderful; a heady aroma of masculinity and soap filled my nostrils. I was lost in the abyss, falling deeper and deeper into my own desires. I began to make love to his cock and balls with my tongue, my lips, and my face. The prominence in his underwear was soon drenched with my saliva.
I drug the elastic band that stood between me and the thing I wanted most from him, down his hips. His cock, now free from its confines, reached out and slapped against my face. He moaned and I looked up, his cock throbbing hot against me. His eyes were wide open and he flicked his tongue across his lips in anticipation, almost begging me to go on.
His cut cock was perfectly proportioned to the rest of his body, and just as beautiful. The details weren't important. I didn't care about the size of it at the time. It was full and hard and jutted straight out from his groin, lying heavily against my face. That's all that mattered. I'd wanted to suck his cock and it was now obvious that he needed me to.
I licked my lips and flicked my tongue against his fuzzy wrinkled nut sack, sending a shudder through his body. I licked and sucked his tender balls, teasing and taunting the young man into frenzy. The head of his cock danced on my forehead as his cock drug across my face, his course dark pubes tickled my nose.
As if the walls had ears, he quietly whispered, "Please suck me." I, of course, had already planned on doing just that, but his words were like icing on the cake.
His balls were shiny with my spit when I abandoned them. His cock pulsed with his heartbeat while its leaking eye stared into mine. I slipped my lips over his head, drawing a deep moan from his chest. Slowly I inched my lips down the length of his shaft till my nose was pressed tightly against his stomach. He moaned again as I returned to the tip, savoring the sweetness of his oozing precum all the way.
I was in cock-sucker's heaven. With the college boy's cock planted firmly between my lips, I sucked and slurped with everything I had. I'd wanted that feeling to last forever but, remembering we could be discovered at any time, knew it couldn't and shouldn't last too long.
The heat of passion began to overtake him. Suddenly I felt his hands on my head as he began guiding my head up and down the shaft, his floppy balls gently slapping against my chin. His cock was near perfection and just the right size for sucking, big enough to know I was being face fucked, yet easily buried to the hilt against my lips without gagging me.
The pace of his thrusts began to quicken and grew less smooth. He was moaning incoherently as the sensation of my mouth on his cock overtook him. Moaning on his cock I looked up into his eyes. They were wide open and glassy. A look of almost intense pain flashed across his adorable face. The signs were unmistakable; there was no doubt in my mind that he was cumming. I moaned again on his swelling cock as it unloaded into my mouth.
Grunts and twitches pounded his body. Every throb and volley from his cock sent a ripple through him, bubbling thick and sweet juice onto my tongue. I extracted every drop I could collect from his tightened nuts before finally letting him slip from my lips.
"Whew!" he said, zipping up his shorts. "I never would have expected that. Thanks man, you made my day!"
"No, thank YOU for letting me suck your cock and not shutting me down when I asked!" I smiled, still tasting his cum on my lips. If he noticed my own hard cock straining to get out of my jeans, he didn't respond. My cock ached for freedom and release but I knew I wasn't going to get it from him. Wrapping my lips around his hard prick was just what I needed. I was turned on like I hadn't been turned on in quite a while.
I walked out of the liquor store, leaving the young man alone to ponder what had happened that night. It was something neither one of us would ever forget.
As the truck bounced onto the road, I looked in the rear-view mirror at the shit-eating grin that was plastered to my face. Part of me was totally satisfied at having sucked the young man's cock, but part of me still strained for release. I fished my leaking and aching cock from my jeans and lightly stroked it while I drove home. It wasn't going to wait till I got there.
I quickly turned the truck down a dark alley, turned off the lights and hopped out, my stiff cock poking out the fly of my jeans. I was so turned on that it didn't take long. The night was dark but I could clearly see the jets of cum that rocketed from my cock and splattered against the front tire.
Drained, exhausted and satisfied, I made my way home and walked into the bathroom. I laughed out loud at my reflection in the mirror when I turned on the light. His cock had left its mark on me while it was smashed against my face. On my forehead were dried smudges of his precum.
I went back to that liquor store many times, but never saw him again. I asked once about him and was told he'd graduated and had moved on to bigger and better things than this town could offer. I remember being sad at hearing the news, but now I smile when I think about him. Somewhere out there is a man with a tale to tell about a night shift in a liquor store. I hope he thinks of it from time to time and I hope it makes him smile the way it does me.
Several years ago I posted a story to nifty about my adventure with a UPS delivery guy. The link may change but if you're interested in reading about it, here's the current link as of 12/11/2005, to where the story is posted: http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/ups
I love writing stories, especially sexual ones. However, I rarely find the time to devote to writing them.
Comments/Suggestions are welcomed from all.
nekked@gay.com