[As much as I'd like to say otherwise, this story is entirely fictitious. If this offends you or if you are not of legal age to read this story, then please do not read any further. This story contains possibly graphic descriptions of consensual sex and masturbatory fantasies between males. None of this is based on any living person and any similarity to my actual job at a movie theatre is completely coincidental. Really, I mean that.]
After much pressure from my parents I had cracked down and decided to find a summer job. I had to learn responsibility, build character, you know the drill. My junior year of high school was almost up and the job market was ripe with opportunities for starving students. I had just turned 18 a few days earlier, which made my choices even greater seeing as there were fewer restrictions. Where do I check first? Why the mall of course. Specifically, the big twenty screen multi-plex they just added. I guess I'm pretty lucky that I got the first job I applied for.
Oh yeah, about me. My name is Chad. As I already said, I just turned 18 and I'm close to wrapping up my junior year. I'm white, about 5'10'', average weight and build. Whenever someone asks I always call myself a "standard-issue white boy," and that's pretty much the case. You know, brown hair, blue eyes, prone to wearing skater clothes and listen to rock music. I live in Los Angeles, the valley to be specific. It's suburbia, just not your average suburbia, a bit more fast paced. Up until now I've pretty much labeled myself as bisexual, though I notice more and more that I lean towards guys. I had a girlfriend earlier in the school year, but it didn't work out. Not that we did much anyways. I think she was annoyed by the fact that I just couldn't get it up for her sometimes. Of course, nobody knows about my homo-leanings. I keep that to myself for now to avoid a shit storm.
Anyways, where was I, oh yeah, I just got hired at the movie theatre. I decided to start working there before school was out for some reason, I guess I like the added stress or something. I can be crazy like that. So Thursday after school I biked from school over to the mall and met up with the other new hires in the conference room. There were four girls, none too attractive, and four other guys. We all started talking before our supervisor showed up and got to know each other a little bit. One of the girls, Shannon, went to my high school and had a reputation of being a gossiping whore. That's right, I said it, a good old- fashioned gossiping whore. The three other girls went to the local community college, one I thought I recognized from a few years back, but who knows.
Only one of the guys was from my high school, and he was a year ahead of me. Of course, when I first met the group I zeroed in on one guy in particular. Craig was just too hot for words. He was about six feet tall, seemed a bit built with a good amount of muscle, black hair, brown eyes, stubble on his face. I don't know why, but seeing a guy with stubble just turns me on. He was wearing a tight green shirt that showed off his pecs and would give you a little peek of his stomach whenever he leaned back.
Needless to say, I sat next to Craig for most of the training class.
The big bummer came at the end of the class when we were given our uniforms and I found that, once they were put on, any sign of a good body were gone. They were these baggy shirts that did nothing to flatter any sort of form, so the only way I was ever going to see Craig's great body was out of uniform. Though I love a good challenge.
I'm not necessarily good at hitting on guys, nor am I subtle. Being closeted in high school just made this harder, so I never do it anymore. There was one time last year when I crossed the proverbial line and made it obvious to this hot guy in my physics class. He told Shannon and she told everyone. That gossiping whore.
I biked home, thinking about Craig during most of the ride. He went to a high school nearby and was going to graduate in a few weeks. He had a girlfriend but was getting ready to break up with her. Good for me, bad for her I suppose.
Every time that boy would lean back to stretch I would just stare unashamedly at his exposed stomach. He had a happy- trail that led from his cute black boxer-briefs and up to his chest. Just thinking about where that trail led gave me a raging hard-on most of the bike ride home. I rushed in, threw my bag down, said goodnight to the parents, and hit the shower.
With my cock pointing north, and the hot soapy water sliding down my body, my mind drifted ever more towards Craig and I just started stroking. I'm a good six and half inches cut, with not too much hair down there to worry about. I just leaned back against the cold tile wall, sending a shiver down my back, and stroked away with my right hand. I imagined Craig taking off his shirt and simply touching himself. He slid his hand down his boxer-briefs and closed his eyes. I started stroking faster and faster, moaning just a little bit, not too loud so my mom or little brother would hear. I used my other hand and started playing with my balls.
Soon enough I crossed that line and started to cum. I stroked faster and faster while massaging my balls as my cum flew across the shower and hit the other wall and slowly dribbled down. Out of breath I stopped jerking it as it became too sensitive to even touch. With my eyes closed I reached out and wiped up some of my cum with my fingers and brought them to my mouth, taking them in and sucking them. The warm salty taste was great and massaged my now softened dick once more. I finished up my shower and got into bed.
Craig was definitely going to be big part of my fantasy life for a while. And, even though I didn't know it yet, much, much more.
[This is my first attempt at any sort of erotic writing, and depending on the kind of feedback I get, it's just the first of many. I have more in mind for this story but feel free to send and suggestions or comments to multiplex84@yahoo.com]