Date: Fri, 3 Jan 2014 9:00:50 -0800
From: mariner1931@cox.net
Subject: Cart Boy - Chapter #3

Cart Boy

By Lee Mariner

Copyright 2013

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Preface

I was running a little late in keeping the appointment that I had made with
my 'cart boy' althought that didn't bother me all that much. I had been on
the negative end of past appointments made with hot young men and while it
would be a disappointment, I had been stood up before. But, this
appointment seemed to hold promise. The hot young man had seemed sincere
when he told me he would be here 'same time, same place.' All I could do
was hope as I parked the car on the far side of the crowded parking lot.

All of the cart shelters seemed to be filled to overflowing and at first
thought that there was no one clearing them flashed through my mind and a
feeling of 'oh well' sort of swept over me. But, I continued walking toward
the entrance when I heard, "hey mister."

I was lost in reverie when the cart boy asked me, "do you have much
shopping to do?"

"Huh," I stammered, "no, not that much. It shouldn't take me more than
half-an-hour or so but I don't have to rush."

His boyish grin broaded and he glanced around before whispering, "my shift
is over at five if you still want to hook-up."

I felt the telltale surge in my groin, the prelude to an aching hardon as
he spoke emphasizing 'hook-up' by brushing the bulge in his jeans.

"My car is parked over by the cart shelter in Section 5. We can meet there
if that is okay."

"See you there," he grinned, his eyes flashing as he turned away and broke
into a trot toward the store entrance.

"Forty-five minute," I mused as I glanced at my watch.



Chapter #3

My prediction of thirty-minutes was pretty accurate, it took me thirty-five
minutes to finish.  I must admit that I was a little nervous as I stood in
the check-out line. I had looked around several times while shopping and
hadn't seen the 'cart boy' although that didn't mean anything since he
would be gathering the empty carts from various shelters and bringing them
closer too the entrance. But, that didn't stop me from looking.

The checkout clerk seemed to be taking an inordinate amount of time in
checking the customers carts. At least it seemed like ages before he was
reaching for my sales receipt.

As he pulled the slip from my finger I inhaled deeply a couple of times,
trying to settle the butterflies that were fluttering in my stomach when I
saw him walking through the entrance door. He glanced at me and still
grinning, he winked and nodded in what would have been the direction of my
cars location.

The butterflies settled as I unloaded the groceries and various items into
the car trunk. Glancing around as I closed the lid, I saw him trotting in
my direction and I moved quickly to the drivers door, pushing the remote as
I sidled between the car and cart shelter.

When I closed the driver-side door, the passenger door opened.  He tossed
his knapsack onto the back seat and closed the door after him as he slid
into the bucket seat.

When he twisted too face me and, I regreted ordering bucket seats in lieu
of a bench seat, the console interferred. He lifted his left leg up on the
seat and as he twisted his body, he hooked his left foot behind his right
calf underneath his kneecap. Leaning back against the door, his jacket fell
open and even though dusk was settling, the bulge in his crotch seemed
larger.

He broke my concentration when he gasped or sort of 'whooshed' and then
said, "man, I'm glad that's over."

"Wha, what," I stammered.

"Pushing carts," he replied. "I must have pushed ever cart twice."

"Busy, day," I said.

"Yeah, I didn't have a chance to do anything else, but, I'm off until
Monday and that makes up for it."

Turning slightly as I inserted the ignition key I glanced downward at his
crotch and, he shrugged his shoulders causing his jacket to open further.

His jacket was light and underneath he was wearing a skin-tight, white
t-shirt tucked into the waistband of his jeans. One nipple was prominently
displayed and his abdomen was flat but displaying hidden ridges of hard
muscle. His waist was smaller than I remembered but the last time in the
men's room he was wearing a shirt with a company vest plus his jacket and
that covered quite a bit of his upper physical attributes.

Moving his hand caressingly over the bulge in his groin he looked into my
eyes. His breathing had become heavier and in a husky tone, he said softly,
"still interested?"

Swallowing my saliva cud, I said, "I am if you are."

Quickly twisting to his right, he placed his left foot on he floor of the
car. Sliding tightly against the console and placed his hand on my
burgeoning cock he squeezed gently and as his blue eyes looked into my
brown eyes, he whispered, "I've been wanting some of this since last week."

The interior temperature of the car seemed to have increased or more likely
it was my temperature had risen. My rigid cock was aching and I felt the
sensation of pre-seminal fluid oozing from the urethral slit as he
squeezed.

All I could think of as I dropped gear shift into drive, was 'damn
Toyota.'

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