Stockroom Secrets by Mark Peters
Stockroom Secrets
by
Mark 'Ponyboy' Peters
Chapter One
I was in my final two years of high school when I started working at the local branch of a major national Department store.
It was great to be earning some cash each week, but I do have to admit that at times I found it difficult coping with work and school. Then there was also the issue of being a perpetually horny eighteen-year-old – needing to get my rocks off as often as I could – yet not knowing how other than jacking off five times a day. Let me tell you, that last year at school was hectic.
At work after school and on weekends I was often assigned tasks in the stockroom, helping unload pallets of stock being delivered by the truckload, breaking up the loads to be distributed to the various departments within the store, crushing boxes and cleaning up, all in readiness for the next load. It was hard work and could also be hot and sweaty work, but I didn't mind.
When I did get assigned work out on the floor of the store I was always disappointed, though if there was one benefit to that it was the fact there was so much eye-candy amongst the customers that I could perve on.
The stockroom manager I usually worked with, Mike, wasn't much older than I was. Maybe early to mid-twenties. He was a great guy, would sometimes even buy me a beer after work, and he was as sexy as fuck. Great looks, great body, blonde hair, blue eyes and a smile to die for. I used to get hard just being close to him, and he knew it too. I found him staring at my bulge on more than one occasion, but sadly, nothing ever got said. Well, at least not until one day when we were working in close proximity in a confined space and I went to squeeze past him.
We were in a narrow aisle between two rows of pallets stacked high with boxes, with barely enough room for one person let alone two. As we squeezed past each other, while facing each other, we couldn't help but brush against each other. We came into contact and in an instant we both knew that the other was hard.
'Jesus, Gray. You've been teasing me with that thing for months,' he whispered. 'You need to jack off or something. Staring at that bulge of yours is an occupational hazard.'
At this stage I'd never done anything sexual with anyone, guy or girl. I knew what I wanted, and that was cock, but I had no idea about how to make contact with other guys, and if I could, then I had no idea how to initiate something. Mike was the first guy to ever even raise the subject of sex around me.
'Sorry . . . I don't mean to . . . it just . . .'
'Yeah, yeah, let me guess . . . it has a mind of its own.'
We were talking in whispers. I looked him in the eye, embarrassed as all hell, yet with a cock that was throbbing and needing attention.
'Mike, it's like it all the fucking time,' I replied. 'I have to jack off five times a day . . . sometimes more.'
For what seemed like a long time he studied me, before eventually asking, 'How old are you?'
'Old enough. I'm eighteen.'
'So, you need a hand with that then?' he ventured, while at the same time reaching forward and brushing a hand over my hardness. Once, twice, three times.
I closed my eyes and let out a soft moan, which Mike took as a yes, as he continued to rub me on the outside of my pants.
'Follow me,' he whispered as he started down the row between the pallets, before disappearing around the end, squeezing into another alley between stacks of boxes and the back wall. I followed him without question and could quickly see that we were hidden from sight. Nobody would be able to see us here, or know that we were here unless we made too much noise.
Facing each other he reached out and rubbed me with one hand, then with his other hand he placed that behind my neck and pulled my face toward him. I knew what was coming, I'd seen that look in people ’s eyes often enough in the movies just before they kissed, but even so, when our lips met I couldn't believe how fantastic it was.
'Are you okay with this?' he asked after we came up for air.
'Uh . . . yes . . .' was all I could manage, then using the hand that was rubbing my cock he deftly undid the zipper of my pants.
'Still okay?'
'Uh . . . yes . . .' I answered once more.
Reaching inside my pants he quickly managed to pull my cock out and started stroking it, all the while looking me in the eye. He alternated between that and running his thumb over the tip of my cock . . . spreading my pre-cum around the head and driving me wild, then he leaned forward and kissed me again, forcing his tongue inside my mouth and probing the depths. As we tongue wrestled he continued stroking me but it didn't take long before I could feel a tingling sensation and I just knew that it won't be long now.
I pull my head back and I'm breathing heavily, we both look down at his hand which is moving like a piston.
'I'm . . . getting . . . close . . .' I whisper, then as soon as I say that he drops to his knees and takes my whole cock into his mouth and starts sucking, hard, while at the same time fondling my balls.
I have never felt anything like this. It’s incredible.
Within a few seconds I can feel the pressure really building, I feel my balls tighten, my whole body feels like it is on fire. And then it comes . . . the most intense orgasm of my life as I explode down the throat of my boss.
I pump out rope after rope of cum, which is greedily slurped up by Mike, as my legs shake and spasm. My hands are on his shoulders trying to hold myself up and quite soon his ministrations become too much as the head of my cock turns so sensitive that I have to step back. There is a loud plop sound as I pull my cock from his mouth.
He looks up and smiles, cum all around his mouth, and we both giggle.
Getting to his feet Mike leans forward and kisses me, one hand holding my head in place as his tongue forces its way into my mouth once more.
I open up willingly and soon feel my own cum slide back into my mouth. I've tasted it before and love it, so I open wide and let him feed as much to me as he wants.
When he steps back Mike is grinning at me.
'You enjoy that?'
'Uh . . . fuck yes!'
'Good. There's more where that came from,' he says as he hands me his handkerchief. 'Clean yourself up, then when you're ready go down the far end of the stockroom and out onto the shop floor, then come back to the loading bay, okay? Try not to let anyone see you leave here.'
'Okay.'
He nods, then gives me a quick kiss and turns away from me. He disappears around the corner, leaving me standing there, my cock still in hand.
Quickly I wipe myself off and put my now softening cock away, then zip myself up.
Finally, I think to myself, someone has shown me how good it can be to be with another man.
Then I remember his words. 'There's plenty more where that came from.'
I can hardly wait.
* * * * *
It was about ten minutes later when I made it back to the loading dock, where I found Mike waving his arms and guiding a semi-trailer back up to the unloading bay.
'About time you got back from your break,' he said to me in a gruff kind of tone, which immediately had me on edge, but then he gave me a wink so I knew we were all good. I think the attitude may have been for the benefit of one of the managers who was working nearby.
Moments later we were joined by the truck driver as he climbed the ladder by the loading bay doors, carrying with him the manifest for his delivery. He looked to me to be in his thirties and was pretty decent looking in my opinion, shorter than both Mike and me -- maybe five foot six -- blonde, tanned and with a stocky build, short cut hair and thick set arms that were only accentuated by the dark blue singlet he was wearing. He and Mike exchanged some friendly banter, so it appeared that the two of them were old friends.
'Okay, I've got to be in Brisbane tonight, Mike, so let’s get this thing unloaded, eh?'
As he said this I could see him looking me up and down, which unnerved me, yet at the same time kind of excited me.
'What's this? Some fresh meat?' he quietly asked, as I went to fetch one of the pallet jacks to start unloading. Glancing back at the two of them I could see them both smiling in my direction.
'Not for long,' I clearly heard Mike reply, which only brought a laugh from the truck driver.
For the next half hour or so Mike and I unloaded the truck, moving quickly to wheel pallets of stock into our stockroom and line them up in rows. By the time we had finished there was barely any room left and we were both dripping with sweat. As I dragged the last pallet into place and parked it I noticed the two of them talking, while the truckie shut the back doors on the trailer, then they shook hands.
'See you guys in a few days,' the driver said, then jumped down off the unloading dock, gave us a wave and walked to the front of his truck.
During that whole time I didn't even get the guy's name, but I sure as hell had him burned into my brain. There was something sexy about him that left me wanting to know more.
'A friend of yours?' I asked Mike as we watched the truck pull out.
'You could say that.'
'Who is he?'
'They call him Animal,' he said, chuckling as he did so.
'What? What kind of name is that?'
'It's something to do with what he's like in bed. Want to find out more?'
Straight away I could feel myself blushing.
'Yeah, I thought so. He'll be back in a few days,' Mike said, while giving me a slap on the back.
'So, anyone else around here I should know about?' I asked him.
'What do you mean?'
I looked around rather furtively to see if the coast was clear before continuing. 'You know, guys we work with who might . . .'
For what seemed like a long time he studied me, his eyes feeling as if they were boring into my soul.
'Mate,' he eventually said. 'Have you heard about The Code?'
'The what?'
'There's a code that guys like us need to live by . . . we don't ask . . . we don't tell. What happens in the stockroom stays in the stockroom, you get my drift?'
'Yeah, I think so.'
'Good. What I can tell you though, is that if you look around you, maybe ask the right people the right questions, you might do okay. Capeesh?'
'Capeesh,' I replied, grinning from ear to ear.
To be continued . . .
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