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Kurt's Tale

A story from the True First Time Tales section

It was 1991. It was a different time.

I had just graduated high school. I lived in a small rural town that was just big enough to finally get its own high school. My class was one of the very first to spend all four years at the new school. The town was big enough to have a Burger King, a McD's, a Wendy's, a KFC, a Little Caesar's, and a Domino's. We had a K-Mart and a Sears, though the Sears was barely bigger than a fast food place and didn't have much there, but you could order anything through the catalog.

Being gay was hugely different then too. You didn't just come out and tell everyone then. Guys still got beat up for even being suspected as a fag. I went all through high school hiding it, just like every other gay guy did. I suspected there might be at least one other gay kid in my school, but probably not in my class.

My first job was at KFC. I was still working there when I graduated. There wasn't a lot of other choices in town, and my folks weren't going to be able to afford any college for me or my younger bro or sis. They just barely were able to help with my first car. I paid for over half of it with what I'd saved up working at KFC since I was fourteen.

So there I was, eighteen, total virgin, total closet case homo. Some of my friends had moved on to college, some had been smart enough for that, some had been able to get a decent job at one of the factories in a nearby town that was big enough to have a couple. Some went to work at co-op or such. My friend James and I were pretty much stuck at KFC. By now I was of legal age and could be made an actual assistant manager, so I was. James could have, but he was getting more into pot and beer and partying, so he was still hourly. We were still good friends, just growing apart and different. He had a girlfriend, too. Nice girl, and they were talking marriage and kids. She had a better job than we did.

Anyway, it was summer now, and some of the high school kids were looking for jobs. This year I was trusted to go through the applications and cut them up in to "Likely" or "Maybe" or "Not" based on what I knew of the applicant from school and around town and such. Then the first assistant did the interviews of the "Likely" ones, and then maybe some of the "Maybe" ones if she still wanted to hire some more. We had lost four employees to either college or better jobs over the last month, and two kids to vacations with family, so we needed four full-time and two temps. I'd picked the ones I knew who had decent grades and reputations for the "Likely" and they were interviewed first. Cathy asked me to help with the interviews, and to learn how to do them, so maybe I would take that over in the coming year or so. We went through the interviews, and after we agreed on who looked the best. She hired them, and I was in charge of their training and orientation.

There were these two guys that really caught my attention - Brent and Randy. They were both sixteen, and this would be their first jobs. They were both clean-cut guys with reputations as decent dudes. They had been sophomores last year when I was a senior, so I sort of knew them. To be honest, I'd paid a lot of attention to them both last year.

Brent was slightly beefy, slightly stocky, a bit solid. Not fat at all, just real dense. Blond hair, blue eyes, smooth round face, square jaw, thick trunk and legs, all around a really built dude. If he would get into weight lifting he could probably become a wrestling stud.

Randy was slightly tall, slightly lean, a bit lanky. Not skinny at all, just real fit. Sandy-blond hair with honey and hay streaks, deep brown eyes, long oval face, slightly pointed jaw, trim body and narrow legs, all around a really lean guy. He could have been the swimmer type.

They were both pretty hot, so I'd noticed them. I'd wished I'd had them in gym, but I didn't. I had the year before, when they were freshmen, but I hadn't noticed them yet. Well, I had, but they hadn't been very interesting then. I sort of remembered that Brent was shortish and thick down there, with just a few hairs toward the end of the year, and Randy had been sort of long with only a hint of fuzz at year's end. There hadn't been a lot to notice two years ago.

They were best buds. When you saw one, you usually saw the other too. They had even come in to fill out applications together, and when we interviewed them, they'd each asked to work together, saying they lived almost next door to each other out in the country, and since Randy didn't have a car yet he could ride with Brent.

Cathy wasn't going to hire them, because having to schedule two persons together all the time seemed like a hassle. I sort of had to agree, but I wanted them, so I said we could use them together on day shift as openers for the summer. I was going to be learning opening more now since I was out of school, and Cathy was looking forward to not being the weekend opener every single weekend. So, when we interviewed them, she asked each of them if they would be willing to work opening hours with me through most of the summer. I gave them each my best and most subtle nod and grin, and they both caught it and nodded.

So, now I had Brent and Randy on my opening shifts all week. Boy, had they grown. The uniform was a shirt we provided, but they had to wear their own white t-shirt under it, and they had to provide their own black slacks. Damn, did Brent and Randy have some tight slacks! They both needed to buy new ones, but I wasn't complaining! First, I mean, Brent walked in that first morning with a package that stuck out so much I almost asked him if he stuffed his pants with old socks or something. I mean, come on! Those slacks were so tight I could almost see the head of his dick! His legs were so tightly wrapped that I saw the hem of his boxers and his leg muscles moving as he walked! Wow! And Randy wasn't any different, really. His slacks hugged his legs tight too, and proved he wasn't wearing boxers, just briefs.

I was sort of breathing hard as I gave them their shirts and told them try them on. As they reached up and slid the shirts on, I got such nice glimpses of their firm tummies. Their t-shirts didn't untuck, it was just that I could see their abdomens better as they reached upward and slid the shirts on. And, of course, their packages were stretched a bit tighter... oh, gosh.

So, I spent the morning showing them how to get things started for the day. We'd given the usual older ladies the week off while I trained the new guys on the stuff they usually did. It was a hot week of early mornings!

They weren't dumb, so they caught on quick, and by the end of that first week they were doing everything on their own. We were becoming pretty friendly, too. We'd seen each other around school enough that we weren't exactly strangers. So by the end of that first week we were talking about this and that and having a pretty good time.

The second week was the same, showing them how to prep and cook instead of set-up and clean.

The third week they were on their own, and the older ladies were coming back one at a time and getting used to having a couple new kids helping them out every morning.

By the end of their first month, they didn't need to be directed, and just did what needed done, and kept up, and were doing really well.

I was having the time of my life. I had some of the hottest eye candy around every day. Watching them bend and stoop and reach and having to squeeze past them in the narrow parts of the kitchen and drive-through... oh, yeah.

It was sort of a game to see how much I could slide along them between the counter and the racks where it was narrow, and how many times I could arrange to bump into one or the other of them in the narrow space in the drive-through area, or how often I could rub butts as I squeezed past them as they worked the fryers or breading tables.

Damn, it was hot! I mean, these guys were tight and fit, and wearing tight slacks, and my ass could feel each cheek as I slid past ass-to-ass. When I dared, I could feel those tight, firm cheeks with my bulge when I slid past front-to-ass. I could feel their bulge as they slid past me sometimes. I was kept hard and horny most days!

Then it was time to trust them enough to train them on register. Holy shit! I mean... wow. So, it was easier to train on drive-through, because we had time to talk and show without the customer being right there in our faces. So I took them, one at a time, and had them take orders and enter them into the register at the drive-through. Of course, I was standing right behind them, watching over their shoulder. Our drive-in was added later on, so it was a sort of a crooked add-on area beside and behind the fryers. You couldn't see in there unless you were coming out of the coolers or around from the front, or outside at the drive-through window. So, since I was training, I was doing the order running, so no one else was coming into that little cubicle. So I could snuggle up right close to the trainee's ass and watch over his shoulder. There wasn't any room to either side, so I had to do it this way. Or I could do it the usual way, and stand back a bit and out of the way, but this was much nicer! And neither of them seemed to mind. Neither of them  pushed me back any when I leaned up and against his back and backside as he took orders. I had to be careful though, because I had a boner that was in danger of exposing its presence. I had to keep tucking it down when I had the chance.

So, one at a time, I had Brent and Randy alone in the drive-through cubicle, and was pressed right up against his back and backside, watching him take orders, correcting mistakes, and showing him where keys were for items he hadn't learned yet by reaching around him. It was awesome! Best two days ever! I wished they were slower on the uptake so I could justify three days of training, but that would have been pushing it. Doing two days was sort of pushing it.

Now Brent and Ryan were fully trained and on their own. Awww. But they were good workers and made my work day easier and better in many ways. I had many chances all morning to rub butts and packages, and got good long eyesful of their bods and smiles. They were great guys, and hot to look at. They got along great with the other workers, and the old morning ladies too.

So, maybe two months later, as school was getting closer, I was talking with Randy at the drive-through, and he asked if I was interested in coming to his place on Saturday and hanging out with him and Brent all day. The three of us all had it off, which was pretty unusual. I often worked seven days a week - being salaried sucks.

"We're gonna ride our buggies and do some swimming and have a cookout."

"Who all will be there?"

"Just me and Brent. My folks'll be gone all day."

"No one else?"

"Nah. Not like we have tons of friends out there."

I sort of knew him and Brent well enough to know they didn't have many friends at school either. They weren't exactly hermits, but they weren't exactly popular either. Most country boys were mostly independent and solitary, it was the townies that were more cliquey and group oriented.

I don't have to tell you that the idea of spending the day with Brent and Randy was appealing.

"Bring swimming trunks or just wear them. But be sure to bring jeans, too. The exhaust pipe on the buggy is right next to your legs and you want some jeans to keep from burning your calves."

"Should I bring anything?"

"Nah. We already got the meat and stuff. Maybe whatever you like to drink. We'll have root beer and Coke."

"Okay. Sounds good."

Boy, did it!

So on Saturday I headed out to Randy's place outside of town. Not far, but sure outside. It was an older farmhouse - someone had sold the land and barn to a farming corporation but the land right around the house stayed with the house. There was a really big above-ground pool in back and a couple little sheds beside the house, and across the road was a big open field with a dirt track on it with woods on both sides.

It was an idyllic setting. I mean, a big pool and a couple sheds, and a big old farmhouse, and woods and a track across the road. There was even a treehouse! It looked pretty old and disused though. I asked, and Randy said they'd built it with his dad when they were kids, but now it wasn't used anymore.

As we walked toward the sheds, Brent asked something pretty weird.

"You won't, like, fire us, for anything we do outside work, right?" he asked.

"What d'you mean?" I asked.

I thought for sure he was going to tell me they smoked pot or drank beer or something.

"If we do something outside work, something that, I don't know, makes you mad, or something, you won't fire us, right?"

"No, I can't. You have to do something at work, not in your real life. Why?"

"If we beat you racing the four-wheelers, or, I don't know, do something kind of... racy, in the pool, or something."

"Look, you guys could, like, try to rape me and I couldn't legally fire you at work. I couldn't even bring up sexual assault charges at work, only outside work. So we'd have to work together, or quit, or work different hours, but I couldn't even write you up at work unless you did something against the rules at work."

The look they gave each other should have clued me in. I was totally ignorant, though. I was a country bumpkin, what can I say.

"We never worked anywhere before, and never had anyone who was our boss over, so we just don't want to piss you off and get fired or anything."

"You can piss me off all you want, I can't fire you. I can make your work hours hell, and you could file a complaint because I was, but there isn't anything I can do about how you act outside work. Why? You guys planning on roughing me up or something?" I laughed.

"No," they both laughed. "We just wanted to know if things sort of got weird, or we couldn't be friends outside work, or something, that it wouldn't mean we'd lose our jobs or something."

"Nope. If I leave here mad as hell at you guys, we'd have to work together tomorrow. I mean, Monday. You guys have tomorrow off too."

"Okay, cool. I mean, I hope when you leave you had a good time and want to come do it again sometime," Brent said.

Randy added, "Yeah, I think the three of us could have a really good time!"

So, first, we got the four-wheelers out. They had several there, and one was big enough for me to fit into. Randy's dad's. It had a front-mounted engine, right between the two front wheels. The seat was right between the two rear wheels. It was all hand-made, welded out of heavy pipe. The other three machines were about the same size, but they had smaller seats and spaces between it and the pedals, just slightly, and had rear-mounted engines about the same size.

So we headed out and spent hours on those dirt hills and turns. They were both so good that I was lapped multiple times. It was their home track, after all. And they were dead right about wearing jeans. The exhaust pipe on the one I was riding went right down the center just inches below my legs. If I'd had bare legs they would have blistered!

When we were tired and worn out, and so dusty it was inside our clothes, we parked the buggies by the shed to hose them off before we were going to hit the pool to cool off.

Now, here is the first point in my story you're going to doubt.

As Randy got the hose off the wall, and pumped the well handle, Brent pulled his shirt off, kicked off his shoes, and dropped his jeans. He had blue boxers on - thin linen type. Randy hit him with the hose, soaking him thoroughly. Instantly, I could see through those boxers. Well, mostly. Point is, I could tell Brent was heavy and thick down there, and there was no doubt of it. I felt my dick stirring. Then Brent, soaking wet, took the hose from Randy, and Randy stripped down to his briefs. Red cotton, which soaked through instantly too. There was no doubt that Randy was long and lean down there, and not far from being hard at all.

Then they looked at me, expectantly. Well, what choice did I have? I did my best to deflate my mostly hard dick, and stripped. I hadn't planned on stripping in front of anyone, so I was wearing white Hanes briefs. They were soaked through in a matter of seconds. The cold water on my hot, sweaty, dusty body felt amazing, and I couldn't stop the rising tide in my briefs. I held both hands together over it, no choice. That or just stand there with a total boner in my wet, thin, white briefs.

I'm sure Brent sprayed me more and longer than he had Randy.

But then the water was gone and I was left nearly naked with a total boner in front of Brent and Randy, who were both nearly naked and soaking wet as well. They were both boned and not trying to hide it one bit. They ran for the pool.

I was so glad to hide in the water!

Here is the second place you're going to doubt my story.

As we were swimming and rough housing around in the pool, Brent swam up at one point, under the surface, and managed to whip my briefs off. I'm not joking. I wasn't expecting it at all, and before I knew where he was or what he was doing, he had them off and over my feet and was holding them up over his head and was backing rapidly away with them.

"Dude!" I yelled.

Then Randy was behind me, and wrapped both his arms around my chest and pulled me toward the side of the pool.

"Don't get mad," he said in my ear. "Remember."

"Remember what?"

"You can't fire us."

"For what?"

Then I felt what had to be his boner pressing up against my ass cheeks!

Now Brent was coming toward me, and I watched as he tossed my briefs over the side of the pool.

Were they trying to piss me off?

Then he waddled around in the water, and then held up his blue boxers. He waved them around a bit, then tossed them over the side.

Randy let go of me, and I spun around to see what he was going to do. I wasn't all that surprised when he waddled around and then held up his red briefs.

Okay. So now all three of us were naked in the pool.

Brent moved around my side to stand next to Randy. They grinned at me, laughing a bit.

Randy said, "If we're wrong, we apologize, okay?"

"Wrong about what?" I asked.

I still didn't know, but I was maybe suspecting?

"The way you bump into us at work," Randy said first.

"The way you taught us the register," Brent said next.

"How you look at us at work," Randy added.

Now they were up close, and I was back against the side of the pool.

I felt like a hunted animal.

"Um, what are you guys talking about?" I stammered.

"You never had a girlfriend all through school," Brent said, grinning.

"You never even asked a girl out once," Randy said next, also grinning. "Not that we ever heard of, anyway."

"So?"

I still wasn't catching on. My mind was racing with fears of persecution and ridicule.

"So," Randy said, now so close I could reach out and push him away, which I was doing.

His chest was wet and slick, and smooth. He didn't push up against my hands, just held there.

Brent was beside him, and I moved one hand to his chest to keep him from getting any closer. His chest was smooth, too, and slick. And warm.

And I could feel their hearts hammering against their ribs.

And mine in my chest, hammering too.

We stayed there for at least ten seconds, no movements, no sounds, just the soft, dying lapping of the settling waves of their halted approaches.

Randy sort of signaled Brent in some subtle way, maybe with a hand beneath the surface of the water, and Brent looked at him. Randy smiled, then gently grabbed my hand on his chest with both of his hands, and waited until Brent had done the same with my hand on his chest. Then they grinned, and then they both moved my hands down their chests, over their stomachs, and down, down, until I felt pubes, and then...

I know my heart skipped and then pounded. It almost hurt.

I thought about pulling my hands back...

But I wrapped my fingers around two cocks.

Brent's was so thick. It felt almost like two cocks. Two of mine, anyway. I could feel the plump, bulgy head, so much wider than even the thick shaft. Not all that long, though. Maybe five inches.

Randy's, though, felt like at least seven inches. Long and skinny. Slightly bent upward, with a head that felt a bit smaller than the shaft.

Then there were two hands on my dick! They struggled for a handhold, then each were taking brief turns on my dick and balls.

We didn't say a single word. We just groped and fondled and then began stroking.

I can't even describe how cool it felt to have a dick in each hand! Stroking it as a hand stroked my dick and another hand played with my nuts. We just silently smiled as we jacked each other off in that sun-warmed water.

It was so good! Two water-slicked cocks to stroke, one thick and short, the other long and thin. And two hands working my wet dick and balls. Getting stroked off felt so good. Much better than jacking myself. I sort of always knew it had to feel better, but I didn't know it for sure. But now I sure did!

The way their hands slid over my cock felt strange and different. It was the same movements, basically, but different tightness and style. And all underwater! It felt so much better than jacking off! The tingles were stronger and more intense, for sure, and built up faster and deeper. 

I think it was Brent jerking me when I got close. I mumbled, "I think I'm gonna."

That hand stroked faster and tighter, lubricated with all that water, and I rose up on my toes, my back going rigid, and the rest of my body going tense in anticipation of the oncoming storm. It felt so much more potent and powerful than ever before! The tension just built up so high and so far and so deep... and then I let loose with a mighty tide! It felt like the biggest load I'd ever shot. I know it pumped more than I'd ever pumped, for sure. If the tenth shot was dry, I'd be surprised. I must have pumped at least twenty times! My dick felt like it was being pulled off! And my balls felt like they were imploding!

Damn, it was the best orgasm I'd ever felt!

I was still hugely turned on, though, even after I had to pull my hips back to keep their hands off my sensitive dick. I let them fight over my balls, though, as I stroked the two of them off.

Brent was first. I felt his thick cock swell up and go even more rigid, and then he was looking upward toward the sky and groaning, "Oh, fuck, yeah!"

I could feel the hard, heavy pulses of his orgasm in his thick dick. What a feeling! I'd of course felt my own cock in my hand as I came before, but this was someone else's cock pumping his load, and every jerk and swell and pulse felt distinct and separate and awesome.

"Oh, shit, yeah, that's good," he sighed, his body jerking enough that it made waves in the water.

I think he pumped a good dozen times, at least, before he grabbed my hand and moved it to his balls as he sighed and dropped off his toes. He opened his nice blue eyes and looked into mine. For the first time, I saw sexual pleasure and gratification in another's eyes. It was hot!

I played with Brent's big nuts as my other hand slid along Randy's long, narrow dick. His eyes were nearly closed already, and he was going up on his toes. He didn't say anything, just grimaced and shook as his curved dick bent and flexed over and over in my fist. I gave his head a soft squeeze, making him grimace even more and laugh a bit. I really liked the way his long, curved cock flexed and bent and changed as it pumped his load into the water.

When he was done, he dropped off his toes and opened his eyes, and looked into mine. His brown eyes were filled with that same satisfaction and pleasure that Brent's had held moments ago.

"Not mad, right?" Brent asked.

I laughed. I mean... mad? I shook my head.

"We were worried you'd, you know, not want to, and we'd make you hate us and fire us for being... you know..." Randy explained.

"No way," I sighed heavily, giving both sets of nuts a firm tug and squeeze. "That was the best time I ever had," I laughed.

"Good!" Randy laughed.

"Cool!" Brent smiled, then asked, "So, you wanna go inside and dry off? Maybe have something to drink, maybe start the ribs?"

"Sure!" I agreed, feeling so hungry!

"No clothes," Brent added.

"Okay."

So we got out of the pool, picked up our underwear and hung them to dry, then went inside. We toweled each other off, quite carefully. It was far more exploratory than functional. At least for me. They'd been exploring each other for a couple years. They were both gay. I admitted it for the first time.

It was amazing to explore two male bodies so intimately. The shapes, colors, textures... it was all so fascinating and interesting... and hot. They could not have been less alike. Everything about Brent was thick and solid, while everything about Randy was long and lean. The only place they vaguely resembled each other was up between their butt cheeks. There, they were both sandy-brown and puckered. Well, they were both pretty pale and smooth between there and their sacks.  

We got drinks, started the grill, cooked the ribs and potatoes, ate, and cleaned up, all naked. Mostly hard, too. It was pure bliss to be naked with two naked guys. Especially two naked guys I'd just jerked off, and who had just jerked me off.

We sat on the big couch and talked and played around, getting hard and excited.

I remember what happened next more clearly than the hand-jobs in the pool. That had been just a complete shock, and I only really remember that it happened. But what happened on the couch is still as clear today as it was just after it happened.

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