Date: Sat, 06 Jan 2007 03:19:24 +0000
From: Eros434759@comcast.net
Subject: Grocery Boy Part 13

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'd also like to say thanks to the folks at Nifty


"I know, I just blurted it out like that." I said.  "I
couldn't control myself, I saw you there in your Mom's house
and you looked so good in your natural surroundings" I was
babbling so much that I didn't hear him say, Go home Parker.
Suddenly his words broke through my fog.  "What?" I asked.
"I said go home" he repeated.  "What?  I don't., did you
hear what I said?" I asked.  "Yes, I heard you.  Now, please
hear me.  You don't belong here." he said.  I felt weak.  I
didn't understand.  I came all this way.  I reached for him
and he pushed my hand away.  I could feel my eyes start to
well.  I stepped back.  I needed to regain my composure.
This was not at all what I thought would happen.  Rejection.
I turned away.  "I, uh, I'm sorry." I said weakly.  "It
never occurred to me that you didn't feel the same way" I
continued.  I didn't know what to do.  I had been so sure
he'd be happy to hear me say it.  "Um, well, I guess I
should leave" I said leaving the door open for him to stop
me.  He stood there looking at his shoes.  I remember
thinking how much he looked like a lost child.  I turned
away again and started walking back to his Mom's house.  The
pain was searing now.  I was crushed.  I stopped.  I
couldn't go back to his Mom's house.  She would undoubtedly
have questions.  I stood in the street for a second.  I
wanted to get my bearings.  I stood on the corner of Third
and Jackson.  I pulled out my cell and called information.
I asked the operator for the number of any cab company.  I
called for a cab and waited.  I ran the situation over in my
mind.  I had done it again.  I allowed someone in and he
took advantage of it.  I was getting mad.  I was a fool.  I
had followed someone across country only to be rejected.
"Fuck!" I said aloud.  I was trying desperately to keep it
together.  I looked around.  No one was there to see my
outburst.
After about 35 minutes a taxi pulled up.  I got in and
headed for my hotel.  Pittsburgh is a really pretty town,
but, I didn't notice.  As the cab snaked though pretty
neighborhoods and across a bridge, all I could think was how
hurt I was.  "Fucker!" I muttered under my breath.  "Excuse
me?" the cab driver asked.  "Nothing" I said and sank
further into the seat.  I wanted to go home.  I wanted to
forget the entire last 6 months.
The taxi pulled up in front of the hotel and I paid the
driver, got out and rushed through the lobby.  As I got to
the elevator, I fell.  "Fuck!" I yelled as I hit the floor.
I looked up and the entire lobby stopped.  Two teenage girls
stood off to one side giggling.  "I'm sorry" I said, to no
one in particular, and crawled into the elevator.
Pittsburgh was not the best place for me to be right now.
It was still pretty early in the day.  I went back to my
room and closed the drapes.  I sat on the bed in the
darkened room and felt myself starting to cry.  No. I
thought.  He's not going to make me cry.  I walked over to
the mini bar.  I opened the door and started rooting through
the bottles.  I found two bottles of Jack Daniels and opened
one.  I took a gulp.  Jesus, I thought, how the hell do they
do that in movies?  The whiskey left a warm trail and I took
another swig.  It wasn't as bad as the first one.
I sat at the edge of the bed and polished off the tiny
bottle, then began working on the second one.  After a
couple of hours, the floor was littered with a dozen or so
of the tiny bottles, and I was shit-faced.  Eventually, I
passed out.  At about 11pm, I awoke to a commotion in the
hall.  I managed to drag my drunken ass to the door to see
what the commotion was.  Kneeling on the floor was a hotel
employee.  He had obviously just dropped a large tray of
dishes.  He looked up at me, his face crimson.  "I'm very
sorry, sir" he said.  I looked back at him.  He couldn't
have been more than 19 or 20.  He had the sweetest face and
the prettiest brown eyes.  He looked as if he was about to
cry.  I went to help him.  A few guests had peeked out to
see what the noise was and then went back to their rooms as
he apologized.  "I'm okay.  I can get this" he said to me.
"It's okay, I don't mind" I said.  "Do you suppose you could
bring me up a sandwich?" I asked.  I hadn't eaten all day.
"Yes sir.  I'll get that for you right away" he replied.  I
handed him a stack of plates and a few shards of broken
glass.  I asked him if he was going to be okay and he
assured me he would be, and gathered up the rest of the
dishes and headed toward the elevator.  He promised he would
personally make and deliver my sandwich, no charge, because
I had helped him.  I stumbled back to my room and lay down
on the bed.  I must've passed out because when I awoke he
was standing over me.
Looking around at the array of empty bottles, he asked if I
was alright.  I rubbed my head and then told him I was okay.
I just needed a little food.  I reached for the tray.  He
had a brought a very large club sandwich.  I took a wedge
and started to eat.  He was beside the bed.  It suddenly
dawned on me he was waiting for a tip.  I struggled to reach
into my pockets for my wallet.  In doing so, I rolled off
the bed, landing face down on the floor.  I surveyed the
damage.  There must've been at least a dozen little empty
bottles on the floor.  "Oy" I said.  Pulling myself up, I
found myself at eye level with his crotch.  I suddenly
remembered why I was as drunk as I was.  I looked up at him
and he looked down at me.  I thought, Oh buddy, you are
about to get so much more than a tip.  I slid my hand up his
leg and he made no move to stop me.  I massaged a sizeable
bulge in his slacks.  My mouth began to water.  I totally
wanted to suck his cock.  He opened his jeans and was
wearing clean tighty whities.  There was definitely
something growing in those briefs.  I moved my mouth over
the fabric.  I could smell his youthful manliness.   I
tongued and chewed the meat through the fabric.  It was
still growing.  "Mmmm" he moaned above me.  "Eat it" I heard
him say as he laced his fingers behind my head.  I pulled
his slacks down and began to slowly pull down his underwear.
He had a nice 7 inch cock.  It was beautiful.  It rose from
an auburn colored bush with walnut sized nuts that were
shaved.  I licked his balls first. This elicited a loud
groan.  "No one's ever licked my balls, man." he said.  I
licked one into my mouth and rolled it around gently with my
tongue.  Then I moved to the other.  I devoted the same
attention to each nut.  After a few minutes I felt something
hit my forehead.  Reaching up I felt precum.  The kid
must've been in heaven.  His cock was drooling precum.  I
licked the base of his cock and moved upward.  He trembled.
I was slowly working my way up the shaft when he came.  I
tried desperately to get my mouth over the pulsing rod.  I
managed to get the last 3 shots in my mouth.  "God, I'm
sorry." he said. "You had me so worked up" he continued.  I
reached up and wiped his cum from the side of my face.  He
took my hand and licked it off.  He looked at me.  "It gets
me hot" he said.  He stumbled into the bathroom and took a
piss.  When he returned he was naked.  "I've never fucked a
black guy" he said.  "Dude, I was hoping to fuck you" I
said.  "Maybe we can fuck each other" he said.  "Yeah,
that'll work" I replied.  He walked over to the bed and
started helping me get undressed.  I started taking off my
shoes.  I was still a drunk, but, this was going to be fun.
I saw this as a revenge fuck.  I was a little sorry that
this kid was going to have to pay for Chris' fuck up, but,
he wanted it.  When I was naked he started rubbing my back.
I tried to guide his hand to my dick, but he kept massaging
my back.  "I've never fucked a black guy before" he said.
"You said that already" I said.  "I know, I was just hoping
you'd get the message and lay down" he said.  I laid down
and he started massaging my ass.  I figured I was ripe, as I
hadn't showered since morning.  He pulled apart my cheeks
and started to blow on my asshole.  His hot breath felt so
good on my ass.  I moaned softly.  I forgot about wanting to
fuck his ass, temporarily.  He stuck his tongue in between
my cheeks.  I gasped.  I wasn't ready for that.  He began to
lap at my asshole.  I began to squirm.  It felt good, but I
wasn't prepared.  He locked his arms around my legs and
began a ten minute tongue fuck.  I was mistaken.  He was
young, but he was experienced.  When he stopped I was so
horny he could have stuck his arm up my ass.  "Please, fuck
me now!" I gasped.  He rose up behind me and pulled my
asscheeks apart.  He hawked a loogie into the crack then
began to wedge his cockhead into my hole.  "Condom" I said.
He leaned into my ear and whispered "I like it raw"  "Dude,
I play safe" I said.  "Sucks to be you" he said and shoved
his hard cock into my hole.  "Oh God!" I cried out.  He
covered my mouth with his hand and proceeded to rape me.
Holding one hand over my mouth he fucked me senseless.  He
pounded my ass like he owned it.  It was a sloppy fuck.  He
slipped out a couple times.  Then he would roughly shove it
back in.  I groaned each time.  He talked to me as he abused
me.  "Take it, bitch"  "Move that ass" "Like that, don't
you?" He was bigger than I thought.  He wasn't as big as
Chris, but it had been a while since I had been fucked.  He
worked hard.  I could feel sweat dripping off of him onto my
back.  I wondered if he was getting close, but as he had cum
in my mouth just 30 minutes before, I didn't know how long
he'd last.  I began to squeeze and contract my hole just to
get him off.  I wanted my turn.  My cock ached.  I wanted to
shove my cock up his tight ass.  Surely he was close.  He
pulled out and flipped my over onto my back.  I thought he
was ready for me to fuck him.  He spread my legs wide.  He
looked down at my abused hole.  "That's hot" he said.  He
jacked his cock a little and climbed on top of me.  He
pointed his cock at my hole.  "Unnngh" I groaned as he
shoved it back in.  "Shut up" he hissed in my ear as he
leaned over me.  He was using his hands to hold my thighs
apart.  "Good, huh?" he asked as he drove himself into me
faster and faster.  He looked at me.  He had a look of pure
lust in his eyes.  "Getting close" he said.  He was driving
the air out of my lungs with each thrust.  "I, uh, I'm
gonna, ugh" he cried.  He was cumming inside of me.  I could
feel his cock head expanding as he shot off round after
round inside of my used asshole.  He stayed inside me until
he was completely spent.  He pulled out and went to the
bathroom.
I figured he was getting ready for his turn, but when he
emerged he was dressed.  "What's going on, I thought you
were going to let me fuck you" I said.  "Yeah, right" he
said and laughed as he crossed the room and left.  I felt
like a fool.  My ass hurt.  I stood and tried to walk over
to the door.  My legs were wobbly and I could feel his load
seeping from my ass.  He had fucked me much harder than I
thought.  I dropped to my knees and crawled into the
bathroom.  I pulled myself to the toilet and tried to force
the rest of his load from my ass.  I contracted my ass
muscles and forced what must have been a two week load from
my chute.  I groaned as I stood and crossed over to the
shower.  My legs ached and my asshole burned.  I stepped
under the shower and turned on the water.  The sting of cold
water shocked me back to consciousness.  Gradually the water
started to warm up.  I thought about the fuck.  It was a
good fuck.  I began to lather my body.  When I reached my
ass, I washed the hole.  Just touching it brought back his
intense fuck.  I massaged a finger into my ass and felt my
cock come to life.  I started to jack my dick.  I knew
already I was close.  Thirty seconds of jerking and I was
shooting a healthy load against the shower wall.  I gotta
get home, I thought.

To Be Continued.