Date: Sat, 28 Aug 2010 11:53:40 -0700 (PDT) From: Raj Pepper Subject: HARDWARE STORE HELPER, First Week, 1962, Part 4 1962. Unobserved, the new kid at the hardware store is amazed to see his co workers sucking cock, and wonders... Mm, mm, 1st Disclaimer. If you are under 18, do not read this story. If erotic fiction is illegal where you are, leave this site. See author's notes at the end, if you like. ___________________________________________________________ HARDWARE STORE HELPER, First Week, 1962, Part 4 Everyone has that moment when sex becomes real, that week, that month where what had been abstract pictures in old magazines tucked away and stories overheard in the locker room become sweat, pounding hearts and rasping breath, wide eyed with wild smiles and full of passions that one didn't even realized existed until that moment. This was the first week of that journey for me, and I couldn't see it coming... ___________________________________________________ My Week As A Cocksucker Thursday Jerry ran into me in the hallway at school and asked if I wanted to come over and hang out on Friday night. His folks were going out and there was a great movie on TV at 8, and I told him that sounded great. He said we should meet at the end of school and walk over to Cheshire High. Jack had a crazy workout routine and he would drive us home from there. Sounds cool I said and continued on with my day. I thought again about the idea that maybe some of the summer boys of the past were members of the same club I was now a full member of. I wondered about Jack, and drifted into a daydream about Jack cramming Mr. Miller's big baloney cock into his mouth while I watched and jerked my dick on the bed next to them. I found myself smiling again, and saw in my mind Jack point it towards my mouth, and in an instant I had it in, slurping and moving my head up and down. I squeezed my hard on through my pants, then snapped back to attention before anyone in class caught on. Friday gym class was moved to last class because of an assembly, and I was now a little more used to getting undressed with my new cock awareness pulsing like a thing alive. Sure, I was half hard getting into my jock, and so was Theo, and neither of us were shy about staring at each others swinging rods, but we moved quickly, and neither of us had the trouble of going full hard that we'd had before. As we came back in, all sweat and laughs, I said, quietly but crisply through my teeth, Don't get a bone in the shower, and Theo smiled and nodded. I made a 'slow down' motion with my hands, and we entered the showers just as the other kids were running back out, none of them having had a real thorough rinse, as usual. We faced away from the yelling, hurrying kids in the lockers behind us, and I said Keep the water at least cool, but both of us were three quarters hard. I soaped my dick and balls and watched Theo watching me. He did the same, and I was hard as a rock, no matter what the temperature of the water was. Here was a friend I'd known nearly my whole life, and suddenly we were showing off our dicks in a way that I knew was going to lead right to another suck fest. I'm sure he knew it too. You could here the doors slamming and the sounds dying down as the kids ran out to catch buses or walk home, and Theo and I faced each other more blatantly as we rinsed off. His eyes and his grin were alive, as I'm sure mine were. We both grabbed our towels and held them in front of ourselves, this time to hide boners as we crossed from the showers to the lockers, in case anyone was still there. Back at our end of the row, we stood facing each other with hard dicks pointing up and at each other. I grabbed mine and squeezed it, and started to stroke it. Theo grabbed his the same way, then stepped towards me, pushed his pelvis forward and sort of slowly slapped his dick across mine. Next thing you know it was like we were sword fighting with our dicks, while jerking them at the same time. I loved the feeling of his cock's skin and the head as it it dragged along mine, and then did the same on the other side. Do you jerk off, I asked, and he said Damn right I do! and we both laughed quietly and pumped furiously. Let me see it closer while you jerk it, I said and sat down on the bench. He was jerking it more slowly now, very close to my face, and I was shaking a little again with anticipation, and breathing hard. I reached up and slipped my hand around it and he immediately let go so I had more room to work it. I was sliding my hand up and down its length, then squeezing and pumping it close and closer to my mouth, rocking as I always seemed to do when I found myself in this position and this nervous. I'm sure he could feel my breath rolling over it. His hips were pushing forward, and he was probably pretty sure I was going to wrap my lips around it. It was moving into and out of my mouth, but my lips were open so wide it hadn't touched anything yet when I suddenly said, Do you want to see mine up close? Sure, he said through almost a gulp of air, and he sat down as I stood up. He leaned in close and jerked my meat in a steady, pulling rhythm. I could see mostly the top of his head, but he kept getting closer in tiny increments, and I could feel his breath on my cock, hotter and more intense as he got it practically in his mouth. I rolled my hips forward and the tip of my dick immediately landed right on his tongue and lips. I couldn't see it, but I sure could feel it! He froze, completely, stock still as a rock, but he didn't pull his face or lips or tongue away. My cock lay on his tongue, his lips encircling the front half of the head, but we both stood still as statues. I thought to reassure him by offering to suck him, right then and there, and said quietly, Should we switch again for awhile? At that he let his lips open more and moved his face forward, my cock slipping in, in a beautiful moment of pure cocksucker bliss. After a few long, swirly sucking strokes where his hand and mouth were working in amazing harmony, he said OK, lets switch. He stood up and I sat down in a flash, his dick back in front of my mouth. I stuck my tongue out and started a slow licking under the head and all around the tip. As I slowly tongued the slit, I looked up and there was an old friend beaming. I liked all this cocksucking. I really, really liked it! BARRY! someone yelled from the outside door at the end of the locker room, Are you god damned in there? It was Jerry, and I'd forgotten about walking with him to Cheshire High. I'll be right out, I yelled while Theo and I were already scrambling to get into our clothes, half crazy with the fear of being caught and the laughter that it was someone I knew, and everything was alright. Neither Theo or I had to say a thing to each other as we bolted through the door, sloppily dressed but dressed enough. We headed in different directions, me with Jerry, him towards home, running. We knew that we could pick this up again at any time, and I thought to myself that that moment would definitely be soon. Real soon. At Cheshire High, Jack was just coming off the field with his overstuffed backpack. He'd been told that he should work to improve his stamina, so he'd come up with a rigorous routine of running laps with a heavy pack. I'd never been in the C.H.S. locker room, and it smelled more like a locker room than ours. Jerry and I sat on the long bench between two rows of lockers, and I laughed to myself how similar all this seemed to where I'd been just 40 minutes before. We talked and laughed while I pretended to not watch Jack in the shower, but if my little show at school had been modest, Jack's was blatantly obvious, soaping and rubbing his cock and balls not 15 feet from us. I looked at Jerry, we were still talking, while looking at Jack, and wondered that Jerry didn't seem to notice the show. Jack bounded out of the shower and dried off in front of us, his half hard on become three quarters hard as he toweled his hair. He was standing not two feet from us, then nonchalantly moved closer so that his now hard cock was swinging back and forth between me and Jerry, not a foot from us. I was smiling and my eyebrows were way up on my forehead, not really sure what to make of this display, and not sure what I was expected to do. Had Ed or Cale told Jack I was now a cocksucker? Had he told Jerry? Did they think I would suck their cocks just because they waved them in front of me? Well, I would, but that all seemed a little presumptuous. Jack now just had his wet towel on top of his head, with both his hands on top of that, his hard dick and pelvis pointing forward. He looked at Jerry, and Jerry looked up at him, and both seemed a little confused, but neither of them seemed like they had any sort of bad intent. I just didn't know how this game worked. Show him then, Jack said and Jerry reached up and started to stroke Jack's surprisingly manly cock. Jerry then pointed it towards me, but I was frozen. Smiling, almost laughing, but frozen. Show him the rest, Jack said and Jerry got right on his knees and slurped Jack's cock into his mouth, right in front of my face. I'd known these guys for years, ridden bikes with them, gone to the movies, had them over for family barbeque, and here they were sucking dick in front of me as if that was the most regular thing ever. I burst out laughing, and said Jeesus, couldn't we just do all this in your rec room? Both of them laughed and I stood up, walked the one half step over to Jack, bent over, and sucked his bone into my mouth. Sure, said Jack, still with a laugh in his voice, we could do that. _____________________________________________ AUTHOR'S NOTES Like all my stories, this one is a combination of real experiences and situations and people from my life used as the jumping off point for storytelling. I freely change places and dates and sometimes combine several people into one character to make for a better tale. Though this one does not, I love stories that take place in the tack room of the barn, whether straight, bi or gay, because that was central to my sexual experiences growing up. Though this story takes place before I was 18, I do not wish to relive my comically promiscuous youth. If you are under 18, or like to pretend you are, go away. If you are over 18 and think you'd like to talk about something you've done or wish to do that is in any way questionable, legally, go away. Period. I write my stories for fun, because I enjoy the feeling I get from writing them. If you have a great sense of humor, find my stories amusing, and have some sort of comment, feel free to write. backinthehayloftagain@yahoo.com Otherwise, just enjoy! Raj Pepper