Date: Tue, 24 Oct 2006 01:12:49 +0000
From: Eros434759@comcast.net
Subject: Grocery Boy part 11

This story contains gay themes and graphic depictions of
homosexuality.  If this offends you, then you probably
shouldn't read it.  I welcome any and all comments and
appreciate all of the feedback I have previously received.
I would also like to thank the folks at Nifty


I arrived at work and went straight to my office.  I didn't
want to see Mark.  I suspected Wendy had told him about our
meeting and I didn't want to dig myself out of that mess.  I
closed my door and locked it.  Most of the office knew when
my door was closed I didn't want to be disturbed.  I turned
on my computer and immediately went to the internet.  I did
a search for Chris' last name in the Pittsburgh white pages.
Unfortunately he had a pretty common last name and there
were a lot of names to search through.  I wracked my brain
trying to remember conversations that we had.  Did he ever
mention a neighborhood?  I was working away for about an
hour and getting very frustrated when my phone rang.  It was
Mark.

"Hey buddy, you okay?" he asked

"Uh, yeah" I responded.

"Wendy told me the rest of what happened" he said.

I was silent

"It's okay" he started.  "She said she was in a bad mood and
she felt bad that she took it out on you.  We had just had a
fight before you called"

"No, I. she was right" I said

"We talked about it, she agreed that we should not get
involved" he said

"Mark, I'm sorry, I'm kinda working on something here" I
said.

"Oh, yeah, right.  Well, I just wanted to let you know that"
he said.

He was about to hang up the phone when a response on my
computer beeped and I grunted in frustration.

"I don't know any fucking neighborhoods in Pittsburgh!" I
yelled.

"Try Lawrenceville" Mark said.  "That's where Chris is from.
It's the only neighborhood in Pittsburgh I know" he
continued.

I forgot that Mark and Wendy were Chris' friends too.

"Oh my God, are you sure?" I asked.


"Yeah, don't you remember when we were giving him flak about
the Steelers and he kept going on about how Lawrenceville
loves the Steelers?" he asked.

I almost couldn't talk.  "Mark, do you remember him saying
his Mom's name or address?" I asked.

"Hmmm, no, but, I have it written down somewhere.  He wanted
me to call him if there was some kind of emergency" he said.

"Can you find it and give it to me, it's kind of important"
I said trying to keep the urgency out of my voice.

"It's at home" he answered.

I really didn't relish the idea of seeing Wendy again.  "Can
you call me with it later?" I asked

"Yeah, sure" he said and hung up.

Why did he give the info to Mark and Wendy, I thought.  My
mind was racing and it was very difficult to concentrate on
work the rest of the day.  If I couldn't reach Chris by
phone, then damn it I was going to go to Pittsburgh and find
his ass.

That night Mark called and gave me Chris' family's address.
I searched the internet for a phone number, but couldn't
find one.  Out of desperation I called the airport and made
arrangements to fly to Pittsburgh for the weekend.  I would
fly out Friday after work and return Monday afternoon.  I
could swing it I had extra personal time.  I made the
arrangements and selected a hotel in the center of town.

The week seemed to drag on forever, but, finally it was
Friday.  I left work and later drove to the airport.  I was
driving with a purpose and not really thinking about
anything else.  In my reverie I cut a car off.  The driver
leaned on his horn, and I just kind of waved an apology over
my shoulder.  I arrived at the airport at about 10.  I
checked my bag and sat down to await boarding.  I hate red-
eye flights

As I sat, I became aware of someone watching me.  I looked
up and noticed an attractive white man glaring at me over
rimmed glasses.  He was dressed conservatively in grey
slacks and a white shirt and red tie, over which he wore a
black sweater vest.  I nodded in his direction, but he
turned away.

What's his problem, I thought, but went back to reading my
magazine.  After a bit, someone announced our plane would
begin boarding.  The first class passengers were boarded
first.  I stood to get in line and found myself next Mr.
Glasses. He huffed and moved in front of me.  I was struck
by his attitude, but, chose to ignore it.  As we waited in
line I glanced down.  He had a really nice ass.
He probably did very well with his little preppy wife and
his little white picket fence and 2.3 children. I thought to
myself.  I could see him in my mind with his wife fucking
her as she counted the tiles in the ceiling or decided on a
new paint color.  He probably had a small dick.  I know it's
wrong to generalize like that, but, he did throw attitude my
way.

We boarded a small plane and I found myself sitting next to
him.  I looked around the plane was pretty crowded and one
of the few empty seats in front of us had a Mother traveling
alone with a small child.

I dropped into the seat next to Mr. Glasses and immediately
opened up my magazine.  He fidgeted for a bit, and then
settled in.  It was strained to say the least.  Usually on
long flights I try to make pleasant conversation with
another passenger.  But, Mr. Glasses was going to get
nothing from me.

After the flight attendant did their usual spiel, we were
way.  Most people had settled in and were just focused on
their lives and where they were going.

Mr. Glasses spoke up "Do you think we could turn off the
light?" he asked.  But something in his tone was off.  I
looked at him.  He had bright green eyes behind the rimmed
glasses.  He was very attractive in a nerdy sort of way.

"Sure" I said and closed my magazine and turned off the
light.  After a minute or two he stood up and turned on the
air. Again I caught a glimpse of that cute little ass.  The
air was loud and cold.

I stood up and got a blanket from the overhead compartment.
I draped the blanket over myself and got ready for a bit of
a nap.  I drifted off after a bit of time.  I wasn't
comfortable but I did manage to get a little sleep.  After a
while I dreamt that I was with Chris.  He was kissing me
then he moved down my body.  He worked over my nipples.
Then he went to my stomach, licking and tasting me all over.
Then he seemed to lap at my cock.  He was swirling his
tongue around the head.  It was different from his usual
technique.  He kept licking and swirling he never went down
the shaft, he just kept his mouth around the head.  I
reached down and put my hands behind his head.  I began to
try to fuck his mouth.  I was thrusting my hips upward.  I
was getting close.  Suddenly I woke up.  I wasn't dreaming.
Mr. Glasses was sucking my dick under the blanket.  I wasn't
sure what to do.  I tried to stifle a moan.  His mouth felt
so good on my cock   He never looked up.  He must've known I
was awake.  He rubbed his hand up my thigh.  My balls ached.
I tried to pull him off my cock.  I was so close.  I
grunted.  I shot in to his mouth.   I tried not to cum in
his mouth, but he wouldn't pull off.  I fired off 6 or 7
shots of hot liquid down his throat.  He mumbled something
around my cock but kept sucking.

After sucking every drop from my cock he slowly withdrew
from beneath the blanket.
He looked at me then put his glasses on.  I glanced around
to see if anyone had noticed what he had done.  No one
appeared to be watching us and he turned his attention to
his window.  I sat bewildered.  What had just happened?

I tapped him on the shoulder and asked what was going on.
He explained that he was the guy in the car that I had cut
off.  He had been pissed and was going to say something to
me when he saw me parking at the airport, but, when he saw
me step out of the car, he thought better of it.
Apparently, I was a lot bigger than I looked sitting behind
the wheel of my car.  He then sat staring at me with
frustration, but, found himself attracted to me.  He thought
it had been fate that had him sitting next to me, and he
purposely turned on the air hoping I would get a blanket.
After I dozed off he saw his chance.  He carefully reached
under the blanket and began by massaging my leg.  He moved
upwards to feel my chest and abs.  Then he made his boldest
move after I started to snore.  He figured I was in a deep
sleep, so he poked his head under the blanket and worked my
cock free.  Once free, he began to give me a blowjob.  He
would suck for a while and then back off hoping I would wake
up.  He knew I had awakened when I started to fuck back.  He
wanted to taste my cum, that's why he didn't pull off.

I smiled.  It really was a great blow job, but, I what I
really wanted was to fuck his ass.  I explained this to him.
He said he wished that I could.  It had been over two weeks
since his boyfriend had fucked him.  We thought about
joining the Mile-hi club, but it seemed too risky.  He said
his name was Archie and that he was going to Pittsburgh on
business.  Maybe we could meet up there.  I told him I was
only going to be there for the weekend and that I was going
there to meet a friend.  We talked a little more about
general stuff, and then the plane was landing.

Usually, I hurry to get off the plane, but we were so far in
the back of the plane we would've never got off anyway.  I
sat with Archie and we watched the other passengers deplane.
Finally, we could stand up and retrieve our bags.  I stood
back and watched him as he stretched up and pulled down a
mid sized bag.  I retrieved my duffel bag and we headed off.
As we were leaving, an obvious gay flight attendant gave us
a knowing look.  I smiled and we headed toward the
concourse.  When we reached the concourse I realized I had
to take a leak.  I headed for the bathroom.  The airport was
practically deserted.  I entered the bathroom put my bag
down and started to piss.  Archie walked past me and stopped
outside of a stall, looked at me and then went in.  I walked
over to the stall door and opened it.  He stood there pants
around his ankles and bent over the toilet.  I walked in
closed the door and locked it.  If he wanted fucked, I could
do that.

I didn't have supplies, but he was prepared.  He pulled a
small packet of lube and two condoms from his pocket.  I
suited up and squeezed a dollop of lube in my hand.  I lubed
up my anxious cock and then inserted a finger in his ass.
He stifled a moan as I began to work my finger in small
circles in his ass.
"Jesus, hurry up!" he said.

I didn't wait any longer.  I placed the head of my cock at
his anus and pushed forward.  At first it felt like he
didn't want to let me in.  He didn't lie.  It felt like he
hadn't been fucked in a month.  He was extremely tight.  I
pulled back and thrust forward again.  He grunted, and I
placed my hand over his mouth.  You wanted fucked, I
thought.  I managed to get my head in and then leaned
forward driving the full length of my tool into his ass.  I
felt his body stiffen at the invasion.  I stood still for a
moment.  I'd let him get used to it before I continued.
After a minute I realized I couldn't wait any longer.  I
pulled back until just the head was inside of him and thrust
forward again.  This time he grunted even louder.  He
squirmed and tried to move away.  He had nowhere to go and I
kept my hand over his mouth.  He wiggled free of my grip and
said he didn't think that he could go through with it.
Sucks to be you, I thought and kept fucking.  He only tried
to stop me one more time before he started to get into it.
At some point I realized he was standing on his tip toes so
I could get into a more comfortable position.  I fucked him
hard and fast.  I mixed the stroked so that there were long
deep strokes and short jabs.   After about 10 minutes I felt
his asshole spasming around my cock.  He had come without
ever touching himself.  He was shaking uncontrollably as I
dumped a load in the condom.  It felt so good.  I didn't
know how badly I wanted it.  I just kept cumming.  I was
afraid the condom was gonna burst.  Finally I pulled out in
one quick thrust.  His asshole was still twitching as I
pulled off the condom.  He stood up panting.  He looked as
if he had been crying.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"Yeah, that was great."  He said.

I stuffed my cock back into my pants and patted him on the
ass.  I told him I'd see him outside.  I opened the door and
slipped out.  Later at the luggage carousel we nodded to
each other as we headed off in our different directions.

(To be continued)