CART BOY
Copyright © 2013
By Lee Mariner
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It was midsummer and, I was
visiting our local discount warehouse. It was crowded as usual
with senior citizens, middle aged military wives; some with their
husbands, and a couple of kids. Too young but there are those that like
the almost diaper wearing youngsters. I preferred young men that
were well into puberty, middle aged teenagers and up. Nibbling on a
toothpick might get some guys off but, I like'em in the cucumber
size.
After my identification was verified and I had rounded up shopping
basket that rolled on all four wheels. I felt the need to use the
men's room and did a quick left against traffic in the direction
of the men's room sign. There were no carts sitting idle outside
the entrance and, as urgent as I felt, I hesitated. But, it was
possible that someone eating in the adjacent hotdog cafe might abscound
with mine. The need to relive the pressure in my bowels won out.
A whiff of antiseptic assailed my nostrels as I pulled the door
open. The interior was a subdued yellow because of the shades
that had been installed over the mirrors. The two commode stalls were
serviced by a single bulb centered over the partition. One stall
as occupied and I quickly entered the other one. Unbuckling my
belt it was only seconds before I was pushing my tighty whiteys down
around my ankles; all the time feeling the minute escaping of gas from
my anus.
After a few seconds, a feeling of relief spread over my and I was able
to inspect my surroundings. Besides the abundance of porno messages
scribbled in red, blue and black ink on the walls, there was a
hole about the size of a silver dollar. Someone had taken a lot of time
to enlarge the hole to the size that would provide a fairly good look
at what might be going on next door. Of course, the intention was
that either or both persons could observe and or participate in the
reason for the hole. I'll leave you figure that out if you haven't
already.
My neighbor had his legs spread wide apart. His calves were covered in
fine golden hair and a thin sheen of gold was spread over his
thighs. Usually when the neighbor was not interested in anyone
observing his actions, they would lean forward and cover his legs
preventing any further observation. Not in this case, he remained
leaning back and I moved close to the hole for a better view.
I couldn't see his face or his torso but he was holding his clothing up
with his left hand and slowly stroking his cock a very respectable at
least six inches sheathed. His balls did not appearr to be
low-hangers but they were lose with a respectable covering of golden
hair. My cock did not need uging or manipulating, all seven
inches sprang to immediate attention and, I shivered from the feeling
if excitement that surged through me.
We took turns watching each other jerk off but, I had the need
no, I wanted to feel his cock sliding between my lips.
Fingering the hole, I leaned closer and parting my lips moved my tongue
from side to side. He stood and scooted closer, ligning his cock
head up with the hole. My breathing was becoming heavier
and he sight of precum oozing from the urethral slit made my mouth
water as inch by inch he pushed his gorgeous piece of meat too me and I
didn't hesitate.
As I engorged a cock almost as thick as a Polish sausage, I heard soft
moans coming from somewhere in the ether. Preseminal fluid increased
with each thrust of his hips and, I was wishing there was no partition
between us; I wanted to suck his cock to the hilt and play with his
beautiful and stroke by throbbing cock in unison with his
thrusts.
The athmosphere became almost urethreal as the intense passion
increased. The partition shuddered with each thrust and I knew we would
be climaxing together or damn sure close and I was right. A deep
wrenching groan assailed my ears as his cock swelled and thick roaps of
delicious cream flooded my mouth and down my throat. My cock throbbed
and surged and I felt my balls shrink as gobs of cum erupted from the
etheral slit in my cock. My fingers were sticky as thick sperm flowed
with the heat of lava.
It took several seconds to strip his shrinking cock of the remnants of
the product of his balls. As he withdrew his cock, he gave a great sigh
and whispered "thanks." Leaning closer to the hole, I watched as
he tucked his still partially swollen cock into his jockeys before
tucking his jewels into his jeans anpulling them up. I whispered, "it
was great."
As he left the stall, I leaned closer to the crack to see if he looked
as good as what I had seen of him did. I caught a sidelook of his face
and coupled with what I had been displayed through the hole, he was
probably in high school, maybe fourteen too sixteen years old but, I
recognized the red vest he was wearing with the stores logo emblazened
on it. He was one of the stores cart boys. He scoured the parking
lot for store shopping carts and returned them to the cart staging
area.
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Stroking my burgeoning cock a few
more times, I stripped the remaining sperm from its shrinking length
and straightened by clothes before leaving the stall. Quickly
washing my hands, I snatched a couple of paper towels from the
dispenser and stepped outside into the main store hoping that I might
see him in the area. No such luck, he was gone.
It only took me a few minutes to do my shopping and, I'm
surprised I managed to select what I wanted; my mind was on the "cart
boys" beautiful cock. Check out was long as usual and the security
check as I left was routine. My car wasn't that far and after I
had finished unloading the cart and putting the items into the car,
started to swing around and push the cart one of the parking lot cart
marshelling locations. Almost at the moment I grasped the carts
bar for pushing, a soft voice from behind me, said, "I'll take that for
you, Sir." My erstwhile stall mate had come up behind me
and for a brief moment I was dumb struck.
His shoulders were broad and he weighed probably one hundred fifty
pounds and was no more that five foot five or six inches tall. He had a
RedSkins cap covering a thick shock of golden blonde hair and, his red
vest was buttoned tightly around a small waist. The bulge resting
beside his jeans zipper showed, or at least I liked to think from the
size of it, that he might still be thinking of, hopefully, the blowjob
I had given him.
"See you next week?" I gurgled.
"I'll be here same time, same place," he responded, grinning, his blue
eyes twinkling.