Date: Tue, 8 Feb 2011 10:44:12 -0800 (PST) From: Raj Pepper Subject: Young Man's Summer Job, Part 6 Young Man's Summer Job, Part 6 A Very Young Man's Summer Job, HARDWARE STORE HELPER, 1962, Part 6 Unobserved, the new kid at the hardware store is amazed to see his co workers sucking cock, and wonders... Mm, MMMm, mm, mmm, 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. ___________________________________________________________ Chapter 6 I lay in bed that night and thought about all that I'd done since that moment when I'd opened up the hole in the wall at the hardware store and sucked Mr. Miller's fat cock over a week ago. I'd sucked Ed and Cale, I'd sucked that man at the library, my friend Theo in the locker room and Robbie, that boy at the top of the library stairs. I'd sucked Jerry and Jack. All of them except for the man in the library had sucked me, and almost all of them had gotten a mouthful of my jizz. I'd been boned up the ass by Ed, by Cale and by Mr. Miller, and I'd fucked Jack up his ass, and just about every night I'd either sucked the tip of my own cock curled up and over on my bed or just jerked off all over my chest and stomach thinking about all of dicks that I'd tasted, all the come I'd slurped, all the pounding my ass had gotten and the plowing I'd given to Jack. I wasn't cock obsessed, just suddenly had my eyes open to the possibilities, and something about me was saying yes to every opportunity. I had been thinking alot about Mr. Miller's cock, and as busy as last weekend had been with regular hardware store activity after our cock crazy card game Friday night, I was wondering if there might be time to get it into my mouth again this Saturday or Sunday. The girth and heft of it, attached to the muscle bound tank that was Miller's body, made it seem almost surreal, yet I knew how powerful and very real it was. I wanted it in my hands, with my lips stretched and my face pushing down over it. I'd been told to be in by 7:30 on Saturdays and 8:30 on Sundays, half an hour before we opened, but Mr. Miller had said I could get there any where from 7 to 7:30. I pulled up to the front door on my bike at 7:02 and Mr. Miller unlocked and let me in with a smile and said, Put your bike in the back and come back to my office. Miller's office was just the half walled enclosure near the front door and a higher area a few steps up with another higher half wall. Mr. Miller could look out over the entire store from his upper aerie. He headed up there and I followed. There was an old style oak office chair that had been attached to a much higher base, and he pulled what looked like a tall footstool with a small cushioned bench top attached out from where it was tucked to the wall, and set it in front of the high chair. He turned to me and smiled his friendly smile, eyes extra bright, looked at me and lowered first his suspenders, then his pants and underwear, climbed up into the high chair, spread his legs apart and said, Do you know what to do? His cock was three quarters hard, the big bullet head spreading the skin of his foreskin, and it was pointing right at me. I was panting already, my heart racing, my eyes wide, my smile beaming. Sure, I said and I climbed onto the cushioned stool, balanced on my knees, and took his beautiful tool into my hands. It leapt to full hardon in my hand and I stroked it all the way from the bottom to the top. That's it, said Miller through his smile and I could feel him slide a little forward on the seat as I licked up the front edge of the head. His dick head slit was much tighter than mine, but I still pushed and wiggled my tongue at the opening, for fun, before I slid my mouth over the whole head and past it, stretching my lips. I sucked like I was in a hurry, afraid customers would start knocking and spoiling this moment I'd waited more than a week for. The angle of me kneeling on the high stool was perfect for sucking his big boner, and I went for it with all the gusto I had. His muscled hands and fingers rested on my head and stroked my hair, moving up and down with me but not pushing. His breathing was accompanied by very, very deep moans that sounded like a huge animal, somewhere between growling and purring. I was so excited I started to shake. It wasn't any sort of fear this time, just pure excitement mixed with a dick driven elation. Still, I couldn't control it, and was shaking steadily as I felt Miller's hands hold my head a little more firmly and felt his body tense. I pushed my face way down, but still didn't get more than half of it into my mouth, then resumed a furious sucking up and down past the head. I could feel it coming a fraction of a second before it went off in my mouth, and I froze to feel the shot. It filled what room there was in my mouth and I pulled back some and swallowed as a second shot hit. I gulped that and kept working the head, Miller letting out a strong, deep animal grunt of pleasure. As it softened just a little, I squeezed up the length of it again and again, licking the white glob of goo that appeared each time, amazed at the feel of his dick in my hand. Miller took over milking his bone, wiping it across my lower lip each tip he pulled a bead of come up the length of it, then he climbed back down, pulled his clothes back on and lifted me by the armpits and deposited me in the oak high chair like I weight no more than a rag doll. I stood on the little step of the chair and undid my chinos, dropped them and pulled my briefs down to my ankles, then sat and faced Mr. Miller with my legs spread. He hadn't told me to do all that, but I figured that was where we were going next, and it seemed the right thing to do. He didn't bother with the stool, and just stood between my legs and took my dick in his right hand, pointed it towards his mouth as he lowered his face down on my raging hard cock. It felt so good, his strength coming across even through his lips. I was getting a strong, manly blow job from an incredibly strong man, and I loved the manly way it made me feel. His head came off of me for a moment, and he stroked me while looking closely at my cock. This is a real good cock, he said, really handsome. I felt him stroke a few more strokes, then felt his tongue run up the length of it while he stroked. You might think you're already a full grown man, he continued, but you and this strong cock of yours will keep growing. It'll be even bigger than it is now, and by the end of the summer it'll be more man size. Mark my words, he added while suddenly looking up at me and smiling, then went right back to sucking me off. He was good, and I was already on the mountaintop of excitement, so in no time I blew a load of jizm into his muscled jaws. He let out a quiet moan of satisfaction as I jizzed, and he milked my rod quickly but thoroughly, then he indicated I should sit again on the stool. It was time I learned the rules. Cocksucking was something they all did for fun, and it was special. It needed to stay special, and never be common. To keep it special, we couldn't do it too often, sometimes not at all between card games. At the card games, you could do anything you wanted, as many times as you wanted. He explained that they'd made it easy for me to show that I was interested in cock play, but all that had to be done very rarely. Some iron clad rules were that you couldn't just talk about dicks or blow jobs or the card games or ass fucking out loud in the hardware store or anywhere else. In the store, you had to assume your grandmom was on the other side of the aisle at all times, so you could only talk about cock, or suck cock, if you came in early. You couldn't talk about the card games to anybody who hadn't already been invited to the games. Ever. At the card games, everybody sucked cock and everybody at some point took a cock up their asses. That made them part of the club, and also assured that they would keep what they did, who they sucked, who they asked and sometimes even begged to fuck them would remain their own club secret. I was fun. It was cool. It was special, and it only worked because everybody made it work. I understood, and I said so. I understood the exclusiveness of it, the fun of it, the 'cock' of it. I understood that understanding allowed me to continue to enjoy everything I'd already tasted, and that having sucked and loved dick and having asked and even begged for all those cocks up my ass was something worth keeping to myself and to those in the inner circle of this amazing club. I wanted more, and I wanted to feel safe about it all. The card game set up worked for me. Really worked for me. Cale and Ed came in and it was clear I'd already been there at least for a little while. Maybe my cheeks were red. I gave them both a big hello through my smile. Should I come in early tomorrow? Cale said through an equally broad smile, and Ed was beaming in his typically goofy way. It was a busy day, with Mr. Miller's ancient aunt helping out at one of the registers. I did all the duties I'd learned during my first week, and stayed tuned for any directives from any of the guys. The day flew by, but I regularly let my thoughts fly to my morning, mouth crammed full of Mr. Miller's elephant trunk of a cock, and the anticipation of connecting with my crazy coworkers in the morning. This time, when somebody mentioned to me that they had been a summer boy at Miller's Hardware, with that typical nostalgic friendly face I'd come to expect to accompany that declaration, I searched for any sort of deeper meaning, but still just got an innocent smile. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe what I got to do and what Jack had done as summer boy was the exception, not the rule. That night I lay down in bed and caressed my cock and balls, and horny or not, passed out from a hard day's work. In the morning I fully expected to get there early to play a little with Cale and maybe Ed, too, but still showed up at nearly 7:30. As I rushed in I said, almost apologetically, Saturday morning, extra early? Is that OK? Both of them laughed goodnaturedly. They were both such great guys, so natural, so funny, so easy to work with... 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. My character is always freely making choices, in control of his own destiny and passions, and having fun. Man or woman, 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