Popcorn Pigs

By Patrick Stone

Published on Aug 1, 2013

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This story is a work of fiction. Any names, places or events mentioned within are fictitious.

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Popcorn Pigs 2

After we got back to concession, I was with Jake the rest of the night. I couldn't believe what had just happened in the bathroom. I could feel my ass cheeks slipping together, still shitty. I might have to throw away this underwear, I thought. I wonder could anyone smell it. I tried to put the idea out of my mind.

For the rest of the evening, I was just Jake. He seemed cool and collected, like nothing had just happened. I took the same lead. He decided that I had watched enough for one evening and that it was time for me to run a register. I didn't really know what I was doing, but I think I had learned enough from Sarah in the early part of the evening and from watching Jake after break to wait on customers. Jake stood at my side to make sure that I was ringing customers up right. I noticed that he was closer than he should be. After time he went over at the register, he would get really close and his crotch with rub against my legs. I think he was hard, but I wasn't sure.

Jake was still chewing the gum and I think he was purposely breathing on me when he talked. I grinned and he grinned at me and winked. He was breathing on me on purpose! I decided that I would be a bit bold and when one customer asked for like seven different things, Jake leaned into my arm and thigh to examine the register again. I turned my hand and gave his package a squeeze. He looked from the register to me and smiled. I smiled back at him. The customer didn't notice anything. She was too busy arguing with her child over the choice of the movie.

As I squeezed his crotch he leaned his head near my ear and whispered," I can still taste you on my breath." Oh god, he was turning me on. From the bulge I could feel as I squeezed him with my fingers, I was turning him on. I couldn't wait until after work. I wonder what else Jake had in mind for us.

For the rest of the evening, I stayed on register. I was right. Concession is a bitch. All night long customers had a million different requests. One lady actually wanted me to mix butter in her soda. I was like, what the fuck, really? Another woman complained about the rising costs of gas due to the fact that corn was rising and how cattle were fed with corn. I just tuned them all out after they ordered their food. Jake left me alone on register about 10 because he got off at 11 and had to make sure that garbage was taken out and compacted before the end of his shift. I didn't get off till 12, so I wasn't sure what was going to happen.

I stayed on register for a solid hour. Customers just kept coming. I really missed ushering. When I finally got a break from customers, I logged off and walked into the back. I looked around but I didn't see Jake.

"Hey, where's Jake?" I asked the nearest person I saw, which happened to this short, pretty girl named Alyssa. I had spoken to her a few times. She was friendly.

"Umm, I think he clocked out and left at 11, I think," she said. She always smiled at me. I think she thought I was hot. I might have gone for her, but I wanted to know where Jake had gone off too.

"Oh? Did he say where he was going?" I asked.

She blinked and shrugged. "I don't know."

What the fuck? I thought. "Thanks," mumbled to Alyssa and went back out to the front of concession. I couldn't believe Jake had left. I noticed that the lines were beginning to get longer. I mumbled "Fuck" and then logged back on my register and announced that I could help the next customer in line.

For the rest of my shift, I was in a pissy moody. The later it goes, the more annoying customers got. The last 45 minutes was a pain in my ass. I couldn't wait to 12. As soon as I noticed the time of my register, I logged out and went in the back again. Luckily one of the assistant managers was available to cut me down right away. I just wanted to get out of there and leave. I was a little depressed that Jake had ditched me. And a little confused.

My register was even when I was counted. I didn't really care, but the manager who counted made it seem like it was a big deal. I smiled as she beamed with a smile that an owner would give a dog that pissed outside for the first time instead of on the rug. I wasn't an idiot. It was just handing back the correct change, but I knew how things went and I thanked her. I clocked out and left.

I had to go upstairs to the break room because I had left my jacket in there. I really just wanted to go home, but I didn't work tomorrow, so I figured I might as well get my jacket now. I walked up and the stairs and down the hallway to the break room. As I opened the door, all I could smell was popcorn. The break room was empty. Posters of old movies hung on the white walls, trimmed in yellow. On one side of the room stood a refrigerator with vegetable magnets on it with an old microwave on an Ikea self-made cart.

The upstairs always smelled like popcorn. I think this area of the building was directly over concession. Like I said before, that fuckin' smell gets into everything. I had to remember that I could now only wear this jacket when I was working. I didn't want to go in public smelling like popcorn and sweat.

After I got the jacket, I opened the door and was face to face with Jake.

"Fuck," I said, smiling, almost walking into him. "I thought you left." He had changed out of his uniform. He was wearing black wifebeater and basketball shorts.

He grinned, raising his hand to run it over his buzzed hair. "No, I went to my car to change outta those fuckin' clothes." He smiled and added, "And smoke a joint." I should have known that he was a pothead.

He looked so sexy. When he raised his arm, I could see still his lightly hairy armpits and smell so musk. It was pungent and made me twitch in my crotch.

"Well, I am glad to see you," I said, instantly regretting it and shaking my head and looking down at his feet. He was still wearing his work shoes.

"Did you really think I would leave and not finish when we started?" he said, grinning again.

I chuckled a bit and shrugged. "I don't know."

He looked in my eyes. "I never leave a fine piece of ass like yours," he said, moving his arm behind me and grabbed my ass. I smiled.

"Dude, people might see," I said, looking pass him on either side. The projectionists constantly roamed the halls to start different movies. I didn't need any of them seeing how Jake had me pushed up against the door. I felt his hand slip into my waistband and he let it rest, halfway inside the waistband of my boxers.

He continued to stare in my eyes. I loved looking into his eyes with a half-grin on his face. His features made him look younger than he was, but I suppose that was the meaning of the term "baby-faced." His lips were full and pink and I longed to kiss them again, but I didn't want to get caught.

"Maybe we should go?" I suggested. Although, I wasn't sure where we would go since we both still lived with our parents, but I know we had to get out of the hallway. Jake grabbed my ass and brought me closer to him. I could feel his hardon pressing against my crotch.

"Why?" he said as he leaned over the side of my head, whispering into my ear and licked the lower lobe. I could feel my own dick hardening in my pants. He turned me on incredibly so. I felt his tongue lick all around the inside of my ear. He closed his lips around the lobe and pulled at it with his teeth. I felt him slip his hand in the back of the waist band of my pants. He cupped my ass and I could feel his index slipping inside the crack of my ass. I didn't wipe earlier and I could his finger grazing the dried shit caked peach fuzz that covered my ass crack.

"Oh..." I moaned out, softly. I could feel my cock stiffen to its full size. It throbbed inside my pants. His cock was pressed up against mine as he licked and suck on my ear. His finger rubbed up and down my ass crack, each time getting lower and lower. I knew where he was going and I wanted him to go there and more. But I still didn't want to get caught doing this here.

It took all my willpower but I slowly pulled away and said, "Stop." He looked a little hurt. "We can't do this here," I continued.

Jake chuckled a bit, "You are sure a little prude," he said, teasing;y. He moved his right hand up and circled his nipple from the outside of his shirt. I looked into his eyes. He had a look of lust in his eyes.

"I am not a prude," I said, a bit defensively, but I just couldn't stop looking at Jake's nipple as it got hard in his shirt.

"Oh, really?" he said, still grinning. "Then I guess you won't care if I do this." He closed his eyes. I didn't know what he was doing until I looked down and I saw his pants getting wet. He was pissing in his pants! It rolled down his legs and was collecting on a puddle on floor.

"What are you doing?" I hissed, looking around.

"I needed to piss," he opened his eyes and chuckled at him. "And I didn't feel like waiting."

I just looked at him. I didn't know what to say. Jake's entire crotch of his shorts and right pant leg were soaking wet. There was no way anyone wouldn't notice it. Then I noticed that his crotch was still huge. He had piss with a major hardon, which was quite an accomplishment. His moved his left hand to his crotch and started to squeeze it as his continued to circle his nipple. He was totally getting off on this. I had been so entranced by him that I had forgot my own dick was rock hard and aching to be released.

"Let's go," I said. I needed to get nasty.

The End of Part of 2

PS! Sorry that it took so long to get Part 2 up. You know how it is. Life happens. Sorry that there was hardly any sex in his section. I promise to make up for it in the chapter. But I call upon you readers. Tell me what you want to see in the next chapter. Any ideas for acts or ideas of types of new characters? I am interested in all your ideas! Thanks for reading!


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