Date: Thu, 27 Sep 2001 16:17:55 EDT
From: SykQuinn@aol.com
Subject: Saturday At The Mall

It was an early October Saturday afternoon, and I had a bunch of things
to buy at the mall. My intention was to get an early start but instead I
slept late. But, I convinced myself that if I went later in the
afternoon, I had a better opportunity to see some hot young guys.

I was thirty-four, one hundred eighty pounds, six feet tall and in
generally good shape. And I have never flaunted the fact that I am gay
and I certainly did not intend to actually pick up a straight boy in the
mall. But I enjoyed watching, and possibly fantasizing later on when I
jerked off about a particular young guy or group of guys that had caught
my eye that day. I pictured myself on my knees sucking off a group of
young str8 studs. And I could hear their young but masculine voices
telling me to suck their cocks and definitely telling me what a faggot I
was. This kind of fantasy always gets my cock hard, and makes me feel
like doing anything that I have to do, to be able to worship a good
looking str8 teen, or kid in his early twenties.

After buying the stuff that I needed, I passed by the music store. That
was always a good place to see the kind of guys that I like. As I entered
the store, I headed to the rock section. As I pretended to be checking
the tapes out, I was looking over the other customers, and I was really
happy to see two young guys that used to work for me. Erik and Brad.

They were now both eighteen. The guys had worked part time during high
school, from the time they were sixteen until they graduated. They were
attending a local college, and had decided with their parents advise to
not work, but to concentrate on school.  I was very happy to see them.
The two eighteen year olds were both very good looking but in different
ways.

Brad began working for me first. He was a very athletic macho jock, even
at the age of sixteen. He was five feet eight inches, and a solid one
hundred sixty pounds. Brad was not handsome in a classic way and was
still battling a teen age acne problem, but I thought that he had his act
together and he had the kind of confident masculinity that was cool to
see in such a young guy. He played all sports and usually dressed in
loose fitting sweat pants and a tee shirt or sweat shirt, with high top
sneakers. He had curly brown hair that he never had time to comb and
usually wore a baseball cap on his head, turned around backwards.

I would never make a sexual advance to a worker, and certainly not a
straight, under age teen like Brad. But he sure made for some interesting
jerk off fantasies that caused me to shoot huge loads. I definitely
thought that the kid was hot. He came across as a bit of a tough guy. He
talked loud and was always punching the other guys in their arms in a
macho test of manliness. I also noticed that he spit a lot. He would hock
up a load of phlegm and shoot the wad into the trash can. It was very
crass, but turned me on in a bizarre way. Brad also had two favorite
things to tell any of his coworkers that he was messing with. He would
call them "faggot" and often say in derision, "Suck my cock." You can
imagine the fantasies that these expressions lead to during my nightly
ritual of fisting my cock and thinking that I had Brad's hairy bush up
against my nose while I sucked his teen cock. I could hear his young
macho voice calling me a faggot, telling me to suck his cock, and
sometimes shooting one of those wads of spit in my face, as he laughed at
me; his thirty-four year old boss submitting on his knees to a sixteen
year old stock boy.

Erik was a good buddy of Brad's, and he came to work at the warehouse a
few months after Brad. Erik was a jock like his buddy, but he was also
friends with the "Heavy Metal" kids, and had grown his curly jet black
hair down to his shoulders. In front, the long hair would cover his eyes,
and he had a sexy way of shaking his hair out of his face. Erik was
shorter than Brad, about five six, but had a more defined body. Erik was
slim, yet you could see his lean muscles, particularly when he would wear
tight t shirts and I would note his smooth strong forearms, his bulging
biceps and very well developed chest.

The little guy was totally solid and had that tan silky smooth skin that
looked like it was hot to the touch. When he raised his arms in his
sleeveless muscle shirts, I could see the small patch of curly black hair
in his pits. That was apparently the only hair on his body other than his
head and his crotch. I wished I could see him naked with his big bulging
cock erect and me on my knees begging to suck his cock.

He usually wore jeans but then took to wearing white cotton sweat pants
that outlined his cute muscular ass, and his big soft cock in front. He
wore jockey shorts under the sweats. I could make out the shape and
contour of his ass in his underpants as he walked. His ass would bulge
out in the thin white material and the cheeks appeared to dance as first
the left and then the right would move as he walked away. How I wanted to
bury my face in the crack of his ass and feel his muscular legs trap my
head between his thighs, breathing in his teen ass scent.

But the thing that made me crazy for Erik, was when in the summer, he
began to wear cut off rock band tee shirts, totally exposing the lower
half of his slim smooth torso. I could now clearly see his tan complexion
on his totally smooth incredibly tight six pack tummy. One day he wore a
sleeveless cut off tee shirt, leaving his arms and his sides completely
bare. And when he approached me to ask a question, I had to avert my eyes
from staring at his bare tummy and the expanse of bare flesh from just
below his nipples to what must have been a fraction of an inch from his
patch of pubic hair. And his big cock was flopping in the sweats, not
hard but just pushing against his white underpants and in turn against
the thin white material of his sweat pants. He also sometimes wore red
sweats made out of the same material and I always took notice of his sexy
body. I was sure I caught him grinning to himself when he caught me
licking my lips or staring at his bare midriff way too long.

But I behaved myself and never made a move on either teenager. But today
they were no longer my employees and they were both eighteen. I decided
to see what might happen. Erik bought the newest Judas Priest release and
we all walked back into the mall together. They filled me in on school
and their current girl friends. As we were talking Erik mentioned that he
had a date tonight, and wished that he had some good weed to get her high
as he was sure that she would put out for him if she was stoned. I had
once spotted Erik with some friends, not Brad, at the local rock club and
asked him to join me in smoking a joint.

Today, Erik asked if I had any more of that weed, and if he could buy two
joints. I told him that I would not sell him any, but if they wanted to
come back to my apartment, I would be happy to roll a couple of joints
for him. Brad had wanted to get back home to watch the college football
game, but I told the guys that they could watch the game on my big screen
TV, while I rolled the joints. He smiled and said okay, and the boys went
to the parking lot with me and I drove them over to my apartment. Things
turned out to be very interesting.

They came upstairs and sat on the couch. I turned on the TV and tuned in
the game that Brad had wanted to see. I offered the guys beer which they
gladly accepted. I also asked Erik if he wanted to smoke some grass now.
He looked to Brad who I did not think smoked pot, but Brad surprised me
and answered Erik.

"Let's go for it. Get a little buzz going."

Erik smiled and I lit up a fat joint and took a big hit. I held the smoke
in my lungs as I passed the joint to Erik.  He in turn inhaled and passed
it to Brad. We were all smoking together watching the game. We smoked the
joint down to a little nub, and all felt very stoned.  I told the guys I
wanted to change my clothes and take a piss. I excused myself for my
bedroom.

After using the bathroom and changing into gym shorts and a tee shirt, I
walked back into the living room, but did not hear the sounds of the
football game. Instead I heard the sounds of a porno tape, bad music and
the sounds of someone slurping on a cock. I looked in horror as Brad had
turned the VCR on with the remote, and was playing the gay sex video I
had jerked off to last night.

"Turn it off!", I said as I tried to grab the remote out of Brad's hand.

But Brad was a lot stronger than me and kept it in his control. Brad
smiled at me as I was struggling to free the remote from his wrist.

"Dude." Brad smiled at me. "We always knew you were queer. So let us
watch what you fags do to each other."

I stopped struggling and looked at Erik. He was high on weed and laughing
as he watched a blonde haired teen aged guy on screen, getting fucked by
an eight inch dick. They were both snickering and holding their hands
over their mouths to prevent from laughing too loud at the gay men
fucking. Brad hocked up some phlegm as he used to at work. He did not
spit, but said in his loud macho voice.

"This is fucking disgusting. A dude boning another dude up the ass."

Erik started to giggle, as he shook his long hair out of his face and
turned to me with a big sarcastic grin, and looked me, in the eye. He
asked in his still somewhat squeaky eighteen year old voice.

"Is that what you like Mike? Taking it up the ass?"

Brad started to laugh out loud and both teens were hysterically laughing
while the two young actors were fucking on the big TV set in front of us.
I was mortified and being so high with these two straight teen studs here
in my apartment, I needed to think of what to do. I finally composed
myself and decided to answer in a serious way.

"No. I am not much into anal sex. I prefer oral sex."

Brad looked to Erik, as if ready to make a joke and asked me in a
sarcastic voice.

"Are you trying to tell us that you like to suck cock?"

And both boys laughed at my uncomfortable posture as I stood there while
the boys watched the dude on the tape get his ass fucked royally. I
thought that the joke would be over and Brad would click the TV back on
and watch the football game, but both guys sat back in the couch and
silently watched my gay fuck film. I was now wearing shorts and I sat
back on the couch too, being sure not to sit too close to Brad, as I did
not want them to accuse me of trying any unwanted moves. If this was
really going to happen, the guys would have to ask for it.

The scene in the video ended as the young fucker pulled his cock out of
the blonde boys ass and jerked himself off all over the actors back and
ass. Brad let out a mock cheer as the dude shot his load, and both Brad
and Erik laughed. But they kept watching the tape. The next scene was
with two different young actors, this time with one boy sucking on the
large semi hard cock of his partner. As the cock got harder the actor
took it all in his throat. The three of us sat on the couch silently
watching the scene unfold.

The silence was interrupted by Brad's loud smart ass voice asking me,

"Can you deep throat a dick like that?"

As I looked to Brad, I saw him grabbing at his crotch through his blue
sweatpants. He was adjusting his cock. Was the video getting him hard? I
felt my cock stiffening as I sat there. I finally remembered Brad's
question, and decided to go for it.

"Yeah. I am very much into oral and I can suck a big cock all the way
down."

I waited for a reply. Brad was definitely the leader of these two guys.
As they looked at each other, I saw Brad smile and Erik shrugged his
shoulders as if to say to Brad, you run the show man. Whatever happens is
cool.

Brad who was sitting next to me now spread his legs apart, so his knee
was now touching mine. I instinctively pulled away but Brad smiled and
said,

"Don't be afraid dude. All this ass fucking and cock sucking is making me
horny. Even if it is a bunch of fags doing it."

Both boys laughed. Brad then stood up and right in front of me stuck his
hand inside his sweat pants and pulled his semi hard prick to an upright
position. He remained standing and turned to face me. I could now see his
hard cock outlined in his sweats and the bulge was only a few inches from
my face. Brad pretended not to notice that his dick was in my face. He
turned slightly toward the direction that Erik was sitting in. As he
turned, the now fully stiff, cloth covered boner was grazing my nose as
Brad moved his hips slightly while talking to Erik. I could not hear a
word of their conversation, as I was sitting there with one of my former
teen workers standing in front of me rubbing his hard cock against my
face, and I sat there silently and breathed in his slightly funky teen
crotch smell. I finally noticed that Brad was talking to me when he
reached down to grab the back of my head and guide my face all over his
sweat pants, all over this hard cock. I was loving it. Then Brad backed
off and asked,

"You want to be our faggot bitch today?"

I was not thrilled with his choice of words. After all, I thought that
the kid could still show some respect for me, but I had no choice. This
was my fantasy come true. I could not let my pride stop me from doing
what I had wanted so badly, for so long.  I looked up and him and
answered softly,

"Yes..."

Brad would not accept my meek response. He wanted to push the point, as I
had witnessed him do so often, in the past. When he makes you admit when
he is right, and you are wrong. He gloated over me, as he backed his body
off my face. With his wise-ass punk, teen smirk on his face he made eye
contact with me sitting before him.

"Yes, what?", he asked with a stern expression. I looked up at the bulge
in his sweat pants and I knew that he was very ready for me to suck his
cock, and so I responded.

"Yes, sir.  I want to be your faggot bitch."

Brad walked to Erik and gave him a high five, like Brad had just scored
the game winning touchdown. Brad walked back over to me. My eyes were
still on the bulging cock in his pants.

"Stop staring at my dick faggot, and listen to me," Brad began.

"If you want to suck our cocks, you have to do everything that we say.
You used to be our boss, but today, we are your boss and you do what we
tell you to do.  Got that, gay boy?"

"Yes, sir," I meekly replied with my head down.

"Good. Now strip naked ."

I started to protest that it was not necessary for me to be naked if I
was going to blow them, but Brad got angry and put his face right up
against mine. As he spoke I could feel his spit coming out as he warned
me.

"This is your last chance gay boy. I am straight and have no interest in
queers, but the way you always looked at us guys at work made me wonder
what kind of shit you were really into. Well, This is your once in a
lifetime chance to suck our cocks. Now do what I say. Strip naked. Now
faggot."

Spittle had formed in the corners of his mouth as he explained the
situation to me. His face was so close to mine that I could even feel
some of his spit hit my face. This was all so good and so hot and I
obeyed my eighteen year old former worker. I began to undress under his
and Erik's watchful stare.  I quickly pulled off my tee shirt leaving me
bare chested. I then slid down my gym shorts that I had just put on, and
was embarrassed when I realized that I was hard and my boner was bulging
in my white jockey shorts. I stood in my sneakers and jockeys and looked
at Brad.

"Everything faggot. I am getting impatient. Now."

I quickly took off my sneakers and then lowered my jockey shorts to my
feet and stepped out of them. I was standing there totally naked in front
of my two former employees. Two handsome straight, fully dressed eighteen
year olds. My cock was throbbing hard.

"Play with your dick," Brad said.

I stood there and started to handle my six inch cut cock. Brad provided
further instructions as I stood there jerking off in front of the boys.

"Keep beating your meat, but don't you dare cum until we tell you to.
Now, while you are jerking your little fag dick, tell me what you always
wanted to do to me."

I was stoned, horny, and naked jerking off. I decided to tell the truth.

"I always wanted to suck your cock. I think that you and Erik are very
good looking, and I thought about giving you both blow jobs."

Brad turned to Erik.

"Hey Erik. We were right. He always was trying to check out our cocks.
Why don't you show him your big monster?"

Erik smiled and rubbed his cock. It was also hard. He was wearing the red
sweat pants in which I had noticed his soft cock in many times. Now it
was tenting up in the front. Erik spoke to me.

"Get over here on your knees in front of me and I will show you what you
have been dreaming about."

I obediently approached Erik sitting in the corner of the couch rubbing
his dick through the red cloth. Erik took on the same authoritative tone
that Brad had used on me.

"Get down on your knees now faggot"

I obeyed and was naked on the floor in front of young, handsome, muscular
Erik.

Brad interjected, from the spot where he was standing and watching.

"Make the fag pull your pants down with his mouth, dude"

"Okay," snickered Erik.

I put my face in his crotch. He was not wearing a cut off shirt today,
but I could still see some bare skin between the low cut sweat pants and
the bottom of his tight shirt. My nose was touching the soft skin of
those incredible abs, while my teeth tried to pull down his pants. I was
breathing in the crotch of Erik, the boy that drove me crazy with desire
for the past eighteen months.  I loved the soapy clean but pungent smell
of his skin and crotch. I worked my teeth into the front of the sweats
and tried to lower them. They were not moving much but my chin was now
rubbing Erik's rock hard, over sized boner. Erik stretched out on the
couch and spread his legs. He had put his hands behind his head and
watched me naked struggling to open the top of his pants. Erik grew
impatient and reached down to open the draw string to loosen the pants.
Then he settled back on the couch and resumed his spread out sitting
position.

"Now. Go for it man. I need a blow job!"

I was now able to get a grip on the front of his pants with my mouth and
teeth, and got them down till they got stuck on his cock. It was as huge
as I had imagined and it was still half covered. Erik pushed his body up
and raised his ass, so I could get a better angle. I had them mostly off
with his dick still partially trapped in his underpants. Finally Erik
stood up and just pulled down his sweats and jockeys to below his balls.

"Enough with the bullshit. Suck my prick!"

Erik sat back down on the couch bare assed, and I marveled at the
pulsating fat, eight inch cock sticking straight out from Erik's pubes. I
was right. He had a thick patch of dark pubic hair, contrasting with his
otherwise smooth torso. I took his cockhead in my mouth. Erik shuddered
on initial contact but then relaxed and sat back on the couch and let me
go further. His cock was so fat that I had to open as wide as possible to
take the entire girth in my mouth. Erik closed his eyes and started
squirming. I loved the texture and the taste of his cock.

I wanted to examine it more closely and pulled my mouth off Erik's hard
cock with a loud slurp. His cock bounced back against his tummy. He was
still wearing his t shirt and I reached my hands inside the bottom of the
shirt to feel Erik's smooth hard body. As I moved the shirt up to reveal
his nipples, Erik obliged me by casually lifting it up and removing it. I
was now facing a shirtless Erik with his huge hard cock throbbing in
front of my face. I plunged my mouth down on his hard cock and began to
suck him the way I had always wanted to. I tried to suck too deep and I
felt myself gagging on his cock head. Brad who was watching from the
couch heard me gag and laughed.

"What's a matter faggot. Bit off more than you can chew? Ha ha"

Erik looked toward Brad and said.

"He better not chew off anything"

I got better control over my throat muscles, and was now taking the large
dick all the way down my throat while guiding his cock shaft with my
fist. I could taste the pre cum leaking into my mouth. I could smell the
faint musky odor of Erik's pubic bush, and hear Erik begin to breathe
faster. He was now thrusting his cock into my mouth with little fuck
motions. I held onto his thighs and played with his belly button and the
smooth flesh of his flat tummy while I sucked his hard leaking cock.

The only sounds in the room were me grunting and slurping on Erik's cock,
Erik groaning and moaning as I sucked him and the sound of the VCR still
playing the porno tape. Brad broke the silence by yelling out.

"Hey Erik. Check what the fag is doing on the video."

Erik looked and I pulled my mouth off Erik's boner and looked at the TV.
One dude was exploring his partners body and had inserted his tongue up
the other dude's ass.

"He's licking the shit out of the dude's ass", yelled Brad

"Make him do that to you."

Erik grinned but said,

"No thanks. I gotta cum soon. Just blow me like you were doing."

I resumed my blow job and now Erik was really pushing his cock deep into
me and I could hear his moans grow louder. His thighs tightened up around
my neck and I could taste more of his juices escaping in my mouth.
Suddenly, Erik gave an extra hard thrust and I began to gag again, but
then I heard him moan and I felt the cum releasing onto my tongue and my
mouth was filling with Erik's spunk. He kept shooting and I kept
swallowing. He slumped back into the couch and kept his softening dick in
my mouth. Finally he wiggled away and I was still on my knees, naked and
Erik got up and pulled his pants back up.

Then Brad began to applaud and snickered.

"Good performance faggot. Did you swallow all his shit? Stick out your
tongue. Let's see if it is all gone."

I sat there naked and hard and obeyed Brad's wish. I opened my mouth and
showed Brad my tongue. I had swallowed all of Erik's cum. Brad looked at
me and shook his head at me with that punk smirk again.

"That's disgusting. Swallowing a man's cum. You are a sick mother
fucker."

But then I noticed that Brad was still rock hard in his sweats, and I
knew that he wasn't too disgusted with me to deny me another load. I
waited naked and hard still kneeling, waiting for further instructions. I
didn't have to wait long, before Brad started speaking.

"You saw what those fags were doing in the movie? You know the one fag
licking the other one's ass? I want you to do that to me."

Brad did not wait for me to answer. He pulled his pants and boxers down
to his ankles, and before I could get a good look at his cock, he turned
around and bent over with his ass right in my face. He grabbed his ankles
and told me to lick his ass. I had only done that a few times and was not
sure, as I saw that he had pimples on his white ass. His face had cleared
up but he still had blemishes there. I would rather have licked smooth
muscular Erik's ass, but he did not want it and Brad did. I obediently
opened my mouth and put my tongue on his ass cheek.

"My asshole, faggot," Brad barked at me. "Lick my asshole you queer
bastard."

I opened my moth and put my tongue at the opening of Brad's ass. It was
reasonably clean and I probed further. Brad was squirming and backed his
ass right down onto me pushing me back on the floor leaning up against
the couch. He was now practically sitting on my face. He had a light
coating of hair on his ass and I could see nothing or smell nothing
besides Brad's teen ass. And I was now totally into it. I grabbed my hard
cock and started jerking off while tonguing his funky hole. when Brad
noticed me jerking off. He pulled off my face and grabbed my wrist off my
cock.

"Nobody told you to play with your pathetic little dick, did they
faggot?", Brad spit out at me.

I released my cock, and Brad then turned around to face me, and I got a
good look at his cock. The reality was that my dick was bigger than
Brad's, but that was not the point and I did not answer. His cock was
under six inches but fat and his pubic hair was thick and wild. He had a
cute cut cock that I wanted to service. Brad stepped forward and I took
his full six inches down my throat in one swallow. Brad grabbed my head
and began to fuck my face.

"Suck it!  Suck my cock you faggot! Oh suck me. oh oh... I'm gonna cum oh
oh..."

Within thirty seconds Brad started cumming in my mouth, He held my head
still with both hands and twitched as he was filling my mouth with blast
after blast of thick tangy tasting teen spunk. I kept swallowing and he
kept cumming. He kept his dick in my mouth and I kept nursing his now
softening cock. There was still some small releases of cum dripping out
of his dick head and I would swallow it. I was very content on my knees
with Erik and Brad's loads in my mouth and throat. My dick was still hard
and I was jerking off as Brad had backed off me and smirked while I was
jerking it. He rubbed his now soft cock and balls in my face while I
continued to frantically jerk off. Brad began to talk to me while I was
breathing in his crotch.

"You like this, don't you Mike. You like my cock in your face. Go ahead.
Play with yourself, but don't you dare shoot any of your shit on me. Just
play with yourself and let us see you cum"

Erik had been silently observing while I was sucking Brad off. He now got
up and walked over to Brad and I. Brad now picked up his pants and
covered his cock while I sat there dazed and naked and jerking off in
front of these two eighteen year old straight boys that I had met today
at the mall. I brought them back to my apartment and had sucked them both
and swallowed both loads. I looked up to them both and thought about what
had happened and I started to shoot. One, two, three big blasts landed on
my stomach and chest, and then one blast went sideways and forward and
landed near Erik's sneaker. Both boys jumped back as I fired off my load
and lay back reflecting on what a wonderful afternoon it had been for me.

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