Date: Tue, 8 Feb 2011 10:34:46 -0800 (PST) From: Raj Pepper Subject: Young Man's Summer Job, Part 7 A Very Young Man's Summer Job, HARDWARE STORE HELPER, 1962, Part 5 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 7 I asked Theo if he wanted to come over after school. We could ride our bikes around, maybe to the park, maybe downtown. He had to do something with his mom, but maybe tomorrow? Sure! In gym class we still made a little show for each other, more quickly this time. We knew we'd get around to more real cock play, probably at my house, and neither of us had to put that into words. After school I ran into Robby at the park, and could suddenly see that I'd actually seen him plenty on his bike, but I'd been in a sort of melancholy for so long that it hadn't sunk in until our adventure at the library. Robby invited me to his house, on the uphill side of Oak Hill. We lived on the down hill side, with majestic lawns that always needed lots of mowing in the summer. He lived up on the uphill side of Oak Hill, with its winding roads, large wooded plots, all the houses attractively placed unevenly up and down the hills. Lots of raking in the fall. No one was home in their big old house. His dad at work, his mom 'out', said with enough easy finality that it didn't seem like he was concerned about her coming home. My sister must be at the library, he said through a grin as I followed him upstairs. He pointed out who each room belonged to as we headed up the old house to the attic, a huge space with interesting light playing across the rafters coming from low windows. There was a divan that we called the fainting couch and we immediately both fell over onto it, fainting and laughing. So can we maybe jerk off together, he said, and I said sure, though my smile spoke for me. I jumped back up as he did the same. Shirts off, sneakers off, pants down and thrown off to the side. Both of us had bones pushing the fabric of our briefs at a hard angle, holding our dicks at an angle across our lower stomachs, both of us leaning back a little to show hard for each other, looking ridiculous in our socks and underwear. We both pulled our underwear down at the same time, our cocks snapping out and slapping back across our skin. Robby was so red all over that he seemed like a crazy freckle covered alien. His dick was fatter than mine, but not longer, and I went to the divan and sat in front of him and just took his chubby cock into my hand and started to stroke it towards me. I looked up and smiled at him as he smiled back, then pushed my lips out into a circle. opened a little wider and just slipped it right into my mouth. That feels great! he said, in almost a regular speaking voice, and I started to laugh with his dick in my mouth. What? he said, and I cracked up and said I'm just used to hearing those kinds of words more like a whisper. This is MY house he said with bravado, and shoved his pelvis forward, which pushed his dick way into my mouth. We both just burst out laughing, and he sat next to me and reached for my hard cock, stroking it gently, really getting a feel for it. I thought about the back of the divan and said Watch this, then scootched over to it and threw my legs over my head, resting my back on the divan back, then abandoned the divan and just curled all the way over with my tongue out and lips puckered. With a little slow stretching and relaxing, mixed with a few bounces of letting my body weight carry me forward, the tip of my dick reached my outstretched tongue, then another bounce and the head was being massaged and slurped by my lips. Wow! was the exclamation that came out of Robby, then he said, Let me help. He got behind me and pushed his thumbs in below my balls, and massaged them up, then repeated. My dick swelled and pushed further into my mouth. It was amazing, and I started to push my face and lips forward to actually give myself a blow job as he kept up a rhythm. Can you come like that? Robby asked, and I said you suck me for awhile, then I can come like this. I uncurled on the divan and Robby slid his hand around my rod and gently but firmly stroked up and down the length of it. He told me they'd had a foreign exchange student stay with them last year, and he'd showed Robby the thumb push trick. The boy was a junior in high school, and he showed him lots of things, and showed his sister how to do it without getting pregnant. What else did he show you? I asked, and Robby said This for one, and he turned himself around so that we could do a sideways 69. I waited and really got a good look at his cock, played with his balls and moved them around in his ballsack, and ran my hands through his crazy red hair at the base of his dick. He did the same with me, and as I stroked him I could hear him say Nice hair. His fingers explored my sparse hair, and I said I really like your red hair here. I've never seen red dick hair before, not THIS red, and I laughed. His cock was fatter than mine, and I liked the girth of it. The head sloped more sharply than mine, and all in all it was a handsome cock. I leaned back a little and looked down at him. I could see his tongue stick way out, then felt it lick and tickle all around the head as I watched. Then I turned my attention back to his dick and opened my mouth and sucked it in. It tasted great, and I started to move my head and my hips as he did the same. I know we'd said we'd go back to my sucking my own cock but this felt so good I knew we'd finish each other right here. Both of us had worked our hands onto each others ass cheeks, and we were pulling each other forward, thrusting steadily and deeply into each other's mouths. As mellow and almost kid like as our sucking had been in the library, this became more like a contest about who was stronger, tougher and able to thrust and pull the most ferociously. You could feel it coming, both in your own loins and in the cock in your mouth and balls in your face. It was coming, then here it was, together, clutching and grasping and thrusting and groping and pulling and jamming cocks into mouths, snorting and panting, then come spurting, faces clamping down, dicks way deep because of the good angle, come blasting in the backs of throats, cocks smashing the come all around inside our mouths, pumping like crazy, swallowing and half choking on cock and not caring. Swallowing and slowing down, going limp bodied from stiff bodied, stretching more come up the length of each others dicks with fingers and thumbs circled and then with just tight lips clamped from the base to the tip, swallowing, panting, sweating. As I came back to consciousness I saw, for split second, the head of a red headed girl in the attic stairwell. My eyes widened to giant saucers as we made undeniable eye contact, then she looked surprised as she realized we were looking right at each other and she darted back down the stairs. Shit, I said as I pushed Robby off me, right onto the floor, a little harder than I meant to. A girl saw us, I think your sister. I was in a panic, deep and instant. Thats OK, Robby said in a surprisingly calm and reassuring voice, she used to watch me and Pierre suck dicks, and I have to tell you all the things they used to do together. It was great! Its OK, really, Robby said, gently laughing, and he ran his finger along the corner of my mouth, scooping up some of his come and depositing it onto his tongue with a grin. OK, really, he said again, and I started to calm down as he climbed back up, though I felt very naked all arms and legs wrapped up with Robby on the old divan, in the odd light bouncing off the rafters. I clamped my mouth down around the base of his dick again, and sucked hard up the length of it, while kneaded his now looser balls like they were bread dough. Play with my balls, I said, and he took the end of my cock in his mouth again and worked my ball sack. My balls felt more manly, incredibly more manly now that I'd started all this crazy cock play, and the way it felt as Robby worked them was new, and I liked the feeling. I was nervous as hell as we went downstairs, but Robby had said in as many ways as possible that all was all right. On the sofa, looking very much like a pretty and slightly older version of her brother was Deirdre Anne. Annie, she said as she held out her hand, her eyes sparkling and a grin that was both wicked and genuinely friendly. I liked her instantly. She announced she had to bake something, and headed for the kitchen. I smiled at the smiling Robby, and we followed. I drank in her willowy figure as she walked in front of us, and imagined her as naked as her brother had been a few minutes before. So, she announced as flour and sugar and butter and bowls and pans all sort of other things appeared out of cabinets and drawers, You live just over on the down hill? I said yes, grinning with anticipation at the insanely compromised position I suddenly found myself in and where it all might go. Then you should visit again, really soon. She was giggling as she spoke, and we were laughing, too. Now go on, both of you, and we ran out the door, jumped on our bikes and pedaled like mad. 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