Date: Sat, 2 Sep 2017 17:38:30 -0500
From: Rocky Hawkins <justwriting@soniq.org>
Subject: Seduced by a 16 year old

Title: Seduced by the 16 year old

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It was the 90's and I was just 18. I lived in a town of about 600 people,
and there was literally nothing to do, now that school was over. I had to
postpone college for a year, for financial reasons, so for a year or so, I
had a job at the local Clark Station. For those who didn't grow up with
them, it was your typical grease-monkey garage with a couple of gas pumps
and a small store inside. For our town, it was actually the only gas and
repair shop within 16 miles, so I pretty much saw anyone who had a car or
needed gas.

My graduating class only had 14 people in it; 9 of them were boys. The idea
of a sex life, or even a date, was almost completely out of the question. I
mean, my sister and cousin were 2 of the only girls my age in town. At one
point, I did have a date with a girl from the town over, but neither of us
had enough access to a car to visit, so that faded.

Yeah. So. My name is Nicco, and I'm an 18 year old virgin. Great life,
right?

Honestly, I do love my little town. We are small enough that we have a
community feel, and we all know and respect each other. Of course, if you
don't, then it's all known by everyone like a wildfire. So, if you have a
secret, you better be really careful. Like, old man Nelson, on Lake Road?
Yeah, about a month ago, he decided to call in a `lady of the night' from
the next city over. Before the girl even got out of the CAR, Janis and
Gladys from the neighborhood were on the phone tree, spilling all the
gossip. No one knows if it was actually a hooker - but it did seem to
fit. I mean, why would a 20-something girl in a mini-skirt come out to this
po-dunk town at 9pm at night to visit a man with no family? Pretty
obvious. He hasn't come out to the station in about 2 weeks. Last time he
did, he asked me not to tell anyone he was around. Poor guy.

So yeah, I can't wait to go to college. Meet some girls, get some
life. Well, at least get some. Yeah, in a town like ours? We barely have
dial-up internet. It takes like, 10 minutes just to get some boob
pics. Thankfully the station has a stack of penthouse in the back.

Anyway, so I've been working this job for about 3 months now. The moms
always come in on my shift, telling me how cute I am with my wavy brown
hair and hazel eyes. I workout in my free time at the local park, so the
running and pull ups have helped define me a bit. Last week, Mrs. Jordan
even asked if she could introduce me to her neice. I agreed, but then
realized she was three towns over - no car, remember?

On Tuesday, I was working my normal shirt (6am to 6pm), open to
close. After the Moms left around 10, getting a round of lattes from the
only good coffee maker in town (me), a random face appeared in my
store. Dade Murphy, a freshman from my school came in. I hadn't seem him
since school was done, and I noted that he had changed. He was always a
quiet kid, and his parents owned the only llama farm in the area. People
respected them because they were a comodity, and they always had a good
return; they choose a good industry for the area, and their profits were
well known, via the gossip tree.

Dade was walking slowly through the aisles, and I noted that his hair had
lightened. In school, I always noticed him because he was on the fastest on
the track team, and worked out in the same gym with the footballers, like
me. We had enough people for teams, but we were terrible!  He had grown a
bit. Maybe? Something besides his har was different, but I couldn't place
it. In true local town fashion, I greeted him.

"Morning, Dade. Any coffee today?I just fired up the espresso machine - I
could make another round if you were lookin' for some."

Dade looked over at me and smiled, but shook his head. Not really a talker,
that one. Always quiet. Cordial, kind, sure. Social? Not so much.

He grabbed a bag of Doritos and a Coke from the island, and peered over at
me again. I tried to follow his eyes, but he wasn't looking at me. He was
looking behind me. I turned to clean the coffee station, and didn't give it
much thought.

Cleaning the coffee station took a while, since I made so many for the
Moms. Even after I was done, Dade still hadn't checked out. I turned to the
aisles, and he was still just kind of strolling through them. No further
selections, but every few seconds he would look over to the counter.  I
wasn't sure if I should ask what else he needs?

I bent down to the lottery tickets to put away the utinsels, and it hit
me. Condoms, medication, and porn mags were behind the counter. He's like
16. I know what he needs.

I smiled to myself and stood up. I was gonna make this easy. "Hey,
bro. Finding everything you need?"

It startled him, but it prompted him to come to the counter. He put his
selections to the counter and looked down at his wallet. Only a nod.

He wanted more. And I was gonna make sure he got it. I lowered my voice,
and asked, "Dude, I think - I mean, I saw ya looking. Do you need, like,
rubbers or anything?"

He looked up at me, and his eyes went wide. There was a longing in his
eyes, and I knew he couldn't say the words. I was gonna have to help him
through the whole thing.

"Look, we're guys. I know what we need. You looking to get lucky, or just
need some `material' to help you out? I can sell it to you and wrap it up
so no one else will know-"

I paused, as the jingle of the door opened. Karen Watkins from the flower
shop walked in. "Morning, Karen. Coffee?" I said.

"No, just gas and a couple lottery today, thanks." she said, pulling out
her purse and getting in line behind the now terrified Dade.

"Ok, so Dade, uhm. My stock comes in later today, if you want to come
back. For now, the chips and soda are a BoGo, so it's only $1.50."

Dade pulled out two bills and i gave him the change. He walked out without
a word.

"Such an odd boy..." Karen said.

"Ma'am?" I asked. Yeah, he was quiet...but odd?

"Oh, you know the story, don't you?" She leaned in. Drama Gossip time!

I shook my head. "Well! Seems that the Murphys had a situation a couple
years back. I don't know if you remember the Collins family? Well," she
paused, shaking her head, "they were just the worst kind of people, and the
sherriff, Eddie, found their son was being forced to sleep with the hogs as
punishments!"

I gasped. "No, little Davey?"

"Yes, dear. That poor Davey was layin' with them pigs like a common
animal. Poor thing," she sighed. "Well, the Murphys got a call from Eddie,
being that they have that big old farm house, and of course they took him
in. You know we never saw the Collin's family again, they done left town as
soon as the scandal was found out - and they LEFT poor Davey with no
family."

I couldn't believe this is the first I was hearing this story!

"Well, it's just the weirdest thing. Davey and Dade took to each other like
peas and carrots. After a few months, people assumed they were cousins or
something. But for no reason that can be explained, one day the county come
and took poor Davey. Just like that, Dade lost his best friend, poor
thing. The wife, Sarah Murphy, she is in my prayer circle on Thursdays, and
she wouldn't speak a word to it.. but I'll tell you, she always adds a
special prayer for her boy and for Davey. Something about `Special boys and
special friends'. It's so touching. She loved that boy just as her own, you
know?"

My mouth was wide open the whole time. I had no idea there was such a
scandal! No wonder Dade is so quiet. He lost his best friend - I mean, like
his brother! What a shame.

Karen paid for her gas and lotto, and paused at the door. "You know, you
should talk to that boy. I know you lost.. well, i think you have something
in common."

She was right. When I was 12, my older brother was killed in a farming
accident. It almost destroyed our family, and it took years for my Mother
to recover. I was young, and had friends to talk to - that was my saving
grace. Maybe I could talk to him. And get him his porn while I was at it.

He didn't come back that day, but on Friday, around 5:50pm, I saw the light
from his 1980's moped approach the station. He gassed up, all 1.2 gallons,
and came into the store. I nodded to him and he approached to pay for the
gas. The open sign was off, and we were alone, so I figured I could help
him out.

I coughed a little. "So, Dade. Uhm. You like blondes or MILFs?"

He looked up at me with some confusion, but i tipped my head to the rack of
magazines. You couldn't see the covers, just the edge of the titles - but I
had already looked at them myself, so I knew what we had.

He blushed hard, and pulled out the $1.00 for the gas. He wasn't going to
buy any?

"Look, buddy," I said, reaching out to his shoulder. "I'm a guy too. I know
what it's like in this town without any real dateable girls...we gotta do
what we need to, right?"

He looked at me, my sincerest face showing. His eyes traced my face, down
my arm, to my hand. I thought he maybe didn't like me touching him, so I
pulled back.

"So, if you want, we have two mags. The first one is like, blondes and just
nudes; the other is more like older chicks getting like, fucked. Which do
you want?"

For the first time, he spoke. "Uhm... the second one."

He pulled out a $20 and looked at his shoes. I wrapped up the mag and put
it between a newspaper.

"Keep it in the seat of your moped, ok buddy? You don't want your mom to go
snooping in your room, right? She'll bust my hide if she knew I sold you
pornos..." I laughed.

He smiled at me and nodded. I gave him the change back, and he took the
items. At the door, he paused, and looked back, his hair in his face.
"Thanks Nicco. You're awesome."

It was almost too quiet to hear, but I smiled at him and said goodnight. He
took the items and drove away.

Closing the station was easy. By this point, I had already done all the
cleaning, locked the pumps, and shut down the register. Money in the safe,
and I was off to a slow walk home. I lived about a mile, but usually cut
through the park.

As I got to Fireman's park, I realized that all the coffee had got to me,
and i needed to piss. I turned to the old baseball field, where I knew the
bathrooms would be unlocked for the summer.

As I approached, I saw Dade's moped parked against a tree. Curious.

The bathrooms were dimly lit, and the main doors were propped open, so I
made no noise when I walked in. I went directly to the urinal, and let the
stream flow. I was about to sigh from relief, when I heard it.

"Oh, oh.... oh... oh yeah... Nicco..." Wait, what? I stopped peeing and
didn't flush. Was that.. my name? I listened and heard some familiar
sounds.

Rustling of paper. The slick sounds of wet skin. The occasional squeak of
sneakers on the tile. Then, a voice. "Oh fuck, you're so big!" It said.

I had to know more. Someone was jerking off in here, and the evidence was
pretty clear as to who. I creeped closer. Each stall had a lock, and there
were no gaps between the doors, but the walls were only 6 feet high from
the ground.

With expert ninja actions, I stepped up on the toilet in the stall next to
him. With my own 6' height, I was easily able to look over the edge.

And there he was. Legs stretched straight out. Cock in hand, stroking hard
and fast. On the edge of the toilet roll, the magazine open to my own
favorite chick, Mrs. Evans, July's cover. This was a series shot, and he
had it open to the page where she was getting a nice facial from some dude
with a spray tan. He had a good sized cock, a little bigger than my own. I
knew I was just over 7", which I was proud of, but the model definitely had
some more girth. Like the guy in the pic, I was uncut too, but I could
shoot much farther than he did. I mean, I'm not into him, but I did
compare. Who doesn't?

Dade kept stroking, his lower lip now being sucked in with each breath. I
don't know why I kept watching - maybe it was him calling my name - but I
was intrigued. I had never seen another guy jerk it before. He was cut, and
only about 5", but it was hard a rock. If he was where I would be at this
point, I could tell he was close. As he exhaled, I heard it again. "Fill me
up Nicco. Shoot it. Just do me!" And then it happened. His load exploded on
him. His shirt, his face and his hand got splattered with 16 year old
spunk. He came down from his high, his hand wiping the first shot of jizz
right onto his already covered shirt; he pulled up the lower half to wipe
his face, and I took my cue to get away. Just as I stepped out, his door
unlocked.

Shit, I was gonna get caught. I stood still in my stall, still open. It was
the one away from the door, so I hoped - no I prayed - that he wouldn't
look backward. I heard him roll up the newspaper and flush the toilet.

He left the bathroom, and the moped sounded to life. When the sounds of the
exhaust were distant, I left the room and resumed home.

I waved at the tv room when I got home, my whole family glued to the
set. There was some movie marathon going on, and my family was addicted. I
was just hungry, and confused.

I ate dinner in silence. Mom, as always, left me a plate of home-cooked
goodness in the over at a low temperature, wrapped in foil. I took the
plate and some milk to the breakfast nook and stared out the bay window.
From our house, you couldn't see much in the dark, but open fields and the
highway about a mile out. Didn't matter, I was in my own head anyway.

He called out my name. No one's done that in a sexual way to me -
especially not a dude. Was he.. one of those? I mean, if so, if he was, you
know, gay.. did that mean he was hot after me? And why do I even care? So
he likes dudes, fine. I'm not gay, so he ain't getting me to do.. things.

But why did I keep watching? Why didn't I call him out on it? I was just
curious, right? I mean, It was just something I've never seen before,
right?

I finished my meal, and went to my room without a word. I needed sleep. I
know it's only 8pm, but I have another open shift tomorrow. 6am comes
quick.

I jerked off that night to Mrs. July. Page 2, the spread eagle. It was hot,
thinking of this older chick coming into my room, seeing me laying there
with my hard-on pointed straight up, and imaging her sliding on my dick,
riding me. I pumped faster imagining her moaning, begging for more, calling
my name... "Nicco, yea baby, yeah..."

But as I got close, the voice changed. My orgasm came, i started to pant,
and my own cock started to spurt pump after pump of white sticky cum, and
the voice said once more, "Oh, Fill me up Nicco!" It wasn't Mrs. July's
voice this time.

At the peak of my orgasm. It was him. My mind had changed Mrs. July into a
16 year old boy, with my cock deep inside him, and he was begging for me to
finish inside him.

And it made me cum.

The next few days were a fog. I went to work. I ate, slept. The Moms came
in every day. The bikers get their gas. The family watched TV. Nothing
changed. Well, nothing but me. I couldn't jerk off. It had been 9 days now,
and I was afraid. What if my mind went back to Dade? He was into me. At
least in his jerk off fantasy. But I didn't get into dudes like that. I
mean, did I?

I took The August edition of the porno home that night. I had to do some
soul-searching. I took the mag to my room, no dinner, and scanned through
the pages. This time, I looked at the men. They were all older. They had
over-tanned faces and either too many muscles, ugly faces, or just plain
weird looking. The only thing I could see on them that was worth it, was
their junk. In each of the guys, their cocks were huge. Big loads, girthy,
long, and hard. I'm sure some of it was airbrushed, but overall, it was a
pretty good scene, for someone who would like dicks. It made me hard to
think about what those could do. I pulled my own out, rubbing it gently as
I compared.

I was a good size. I had some girth. I was certain when the time came, I
would give a girl a good time. I even had been fucking a pillow, instead of
jerking off most of the time, so that I could get used to another body
instead of my own hand.

But for now, I needed to get this load out. The guy in this picture was the
closest I could find to Dade. He was a small framed model, young. He was
plowing this older brunette with big tits, and pearls on. I stroked with my
left hand, trying to feel like it was another person, and I thought about
what Dade would feel like, touching me. I liked that feeling and got
faster. I yanked my underwear all the way down and stood up. I was getting
close. I put the magazine on the desk, and with both hands, I started to
pump into them, like a tunnel. My chest tightened as I felt my load churn
in my sack. I squinted hard at the picture, and it came to me. Dade, his
blushing face and tightly stretch body in that bathroom popped into my
head. I looked at the magazine, flipping between my imagination of his face
and the model slamming this bimbo. Oh yeah, that did it. With a loud
exhale, I feel the load of over 9 days shoot to the pages. It covered the
bimbo's tits and face, making a spooge sound as it spurted 6, 7, 8,
pumps. Well, I'm gonna have to buy this magazine now. Can't take it back
like this.

On Sunday, Dade came to fill his tank. He had perfect timing, as the long
line of weekend campers returning from the lake had just left. He walked
in, grabbing his soda and chips from the bogo shelf, and presented them to
the counter. I felt myself blush as he looked at me. I hadn't said a word,
or greeted him. I needed to do so, or he'd get suspicious.

"Hey Dade...uhm, how's it been going?" I felt flustered. My words tripped
on each other.

But, he spoke. "Things are good. I uh, wanted to thank you for... you
know."

I nodded, "no need. I know what it's like... I mean, guys need stuff,
right?"

He nodded, and looked at me again, this time a little harder. I didn't meet
his gaze, but gave him his change. Dade stood there for a second, then he
spoke. "Do you have a girlfriend?"

I blanked. Looking to him, his posture had changed. Where was this
confidence coming from?

"Nah, the only girls my age are my cousins and sister." I put his
selections into a bag.

He nodded and watched my hands, then sighed a little, adding, "Well, how do
you get laid then?"

I wasn't sure if he was asking for advice, or just being nosey, so I
chuckled a little. "Dude, there's no way. I mean, I don't have a car, and
this town has no girls."

He took his bag and walked to the door. Before pushing it open, he
replied. "I miss sex."

I blinked and stood there like an idiot as he got on his moped. When he
drove away, I still couldn't get my grips. This little dude was getting
laid? Or at least, used to?

OMG. Oh. My God.

It all came into place. Damn, I am a small-town idiot. He was gay. He had a
live in fuck buddy. He was getting laid like, the whole time. Davey must've
been gay too! That's why they made him sleep with the pigs! No wonder Dade
was so quiet. He had so many secrets to hide.

And he just told me all of it in three words. And that night in the
bathroom, he had eyes on me.

Dade started coming in more often. He worked on the farm, of course, but
had picked up a job delivering groceries for the old folk's in town. For
$10 and the cost of the groceries, he would pick up a week's worth of
supplies for them. Shopping, pay and delivery included. That meant he was
getting gas more often from me, and that meant coffee was becoming more a
part of his routine.

Most days he would gas up, get coffee and had exact change. Before I had a
chance to exchange pleasantries, he was out the door.

I had to let him know, you know, that I was cool with him. I'm not sure why
- we weren't friends before any of this, but I felt like I WANTED to be
more than just his cashier.

Monday afternoon, he stopped in for a Coke. Before I rang him out, I put
the money down. "Dade."

He looked up at me, but not in my eyes. "Yeah? Do you need a smaller bill?"

The $20 in my hand was no problem, so I shook my head. "No. I uhm, wanted
to say something to ya."

He lowered his eyes, "Ok."

My breath got shallow, and for reasons, I was suddenly hesitant. I wiped my
face with my hand and spoke. "Yeah, so. Uhm. I'm a virgin."

He looked up, in shock. "What..?"

"Yeah, I know, right. I'm almost 19," I continued. "I mean, there's no
girls I can date here, and without a car, I can't really go to Snydersville
or anything...I guess I didn't think there were any options..."

"And now, you do?" His eyebrow raised.

He caught my drift. "Yeah, I mean, I looked at the magazines too, and well,
I noticed there's more than just Mrs. July."

I couldn't say the words, but I watched him start to trace the lotto
numbers taped to the counter in front of him. He got it.

"Well, I've never seen Mrs. July. Even if she was in that magazine."

I nodded. "Yeah, uhm, that's what I thought."

Sarah from the diner walked in, a 50-something old bag. I cashed Dade out
and gave him some change. He took a lotto form and walked over to the side.
I cashed her out and Dade came back with the form.

"You can't use the lotto, without being 18." I said.

"I know. See ya," he said, walking out.

I looked at the form he left. The little dots weren't lotto choices, he had
doubled up some. It took my slow hick brain a minute... It was his phone
number. At the bottom, `the park is pretty private around 7pm, by the
woodsheds' it said.

I don't think it could have been any more clear. Dade was asking me
to... meet him. Based on what I saw last time, it wasn't for a bike ride.

The rest of the work day was a blur. People came in and out, but I was a
drone. In all honesty, I don't think i even remember who bought what. All I
know is that when 6:30 hit, my pulse got faster. I found that I was
sweating a bit. And down below? He had been hard for an hour or more.

But, I wasn't gay. I mean, I love girls, don't I? Here, I had a chance to
possibly know what it was like to feel another person play with my dick. I
had to wonder, really. Did it matter if it was male or female? I was
certainly starting to wonder.

At 6:55 I shut the lights off, locked the door, and spun my pack on my
back. The walk home was slow, deliberate. I still hadn't decided. If I
turned left now, I could just keep walking, and I would be home. If I kept
going... the park. Then the woodsheds.

"Just do it, you idiot." I whispered. With a heavy breath and a couple
kicks on some rocks, I trudged forward. The woodshed was only a few hundred
feet into the park, and there was very little light. Even so, I couldn't
help but look around; I didn't need anyone seeing this; could you imagine
the scandal!

There was no noise. I creeped around, feeling like a criminal. What was I
doing? Was he even here?

The woodsheds were a weird piece of history. Back in the start of this
rickity town, there was a train that would run through. The town wasn't big
enough to have electricity, and so the train would stop here with drops of
wood, coal, and other things we needed. Way before my time, but from school
I remember that our town used to be well known for it's water pockets.
Anyway, we would trade water for fuels. When the well dried up, the train
stopped coming, and by then, the town had grown enough to qualify for water
mains, electricity, phone, etc. These buildings, now shells of air and held
up by hope, are all that's left of that history. I used to play `superman'
out here my sisters and our friends; we would use it as the `bad guy
hangout'; the memory made me smile.

A noise. I turned, and there he was. The far shed on the line of the trees,
a single break of a branch, and a silhouette of a male figure. I checked
again for any spies, and seeing none, headed to that building.

I was greeted immediately with a push against the wall. Dade had pulled me
into the building, and, caught off guard, I stumbled back. My back
connected with the wood planks, and I reached out to him. Dade, determined,
dropped to his knees. He didn't speak; instead, he pulled at the denim of
my jeans. With expert hands, my belt and fly were opened. I was already
hard, and now there was no way to hide that.

"Dade, whoa, man.. what..." I stammered. I'd never been handled by anyone
like this; my head was spinning.

"No need to talk, Nicco. Just stand there." I could feel his breath on my
underwear, and his hands pulled and yanked.

A moment later, my body was exposed, and the most intensely warm feeling
came over me. My cock, having never known another, was now 6" deep into
Dade's throat. I had no words as he pulled back with light suction; he was
an expert. His motions continued, and my knees get weak. My hands
instinctively went to his hair, but then my brain corrected me. I pulled
back, only to feel Dade's hands, once on my underwear, now taking
control. He took my hands in his, pulling them to his wavy hair. I curled
my fingers, feeling his head now bobbing regularly, and felt him push my
hands on his head.

It didn't take an expert to know what he wanted. I locked my hands behind
his head, and he stopped. My hips began to pivot, and he sighed. This is
what he wanted. He wanted me to control the pace.

As it turns out, I wanted that too. I pushed forward, now humping his mouth
like my pillow at home. I was feeling his soft tongue glide on my shaft,
pulling out to his lips, which would curl each time over the tip of my
cock. He followed my rhythm, gagging slightly on my overzealous shoves, but
never pulling away. I pumped in and out, my mind a blank, my eyes clamped
shut, and my ass tight. It was getting me so close, and I realized I was
going to hit my edge.

I looked down at him. His own eyes were closed, slightly wet from tears. He
had gagged a few times, so I could only hope that he was ok. His hands,
once on mine, had moved to my hips, and was slurping with each thrust. I
needed to tell him.

"Uh,.. I'm close." was all I could muster.

He mumbled, then shoved deeper. I felt something different. My cock,
normally wet and hard, had moved deeper into his throat. He had taken every
inch of it, and his nose was now at my torso. I couldn't take it. My cock
jerked and spasmed, my cum shooting out.

He coughed and spat, but didn't pull away. I didn't hold his head; my own
hands had moved up to my head, the orgasm making me spin. 4, 5, 6 pulses,
he held tight, coughing a bit more. Pulling back, his mouth stayed locked
around me. His tongue, once forced down, now had room to swirl around. I'm
sure my last spurt was still on his tongue as he finally let me go.

I was panting when he stood up. His own pants were down, and he began to
compose himself. I followed suit, and watched him as he spun around. I saw
his ass for the first time, and I twitched. It was kinda hot.

In no time at all, he was dressed and started toward the door. I grabbed
his arm as he passed. "No need to talk about it. It's cool." He said.

And he was gone. He didn't give me time to talk. He didn't give me time to
pull up my pants! He was just gone.

It was almost a week before I saw him. I called him once, but when his mom
answered, I just hung up. What would I even say?

I was confused, on so many levels. On the one hand, I had just had my first
blowjob. IT was by a dude, but was that so bad? It felt great. I even
jerked off a couple times thinking about it.... and to be honest, I was
curious. I mean, why didn't he want anything in return? Why did he just
leave like that? Was I bad? Did I do something wrong?

Dade came into the station on Monday. He didn't say a word as he walked the
aisles, looking for his morning snack.

He had a smirk, or at least a smile, when he came up to the counter with
his cinnamon sticky bun. "Can I have a coffee... latte. Extra foam."

I got the joke, but I wasn't ready for that. I wanted to know why he
left. I started the latte in silence, and punched the numbers for the
total.

"The total will be $3.27, and why did you leave?" I didn't want to say that
it, but I guess my mind needed it.

He stepped back a minute, and looked around. No one was there, but he
needed to make sure. He looked at his toes. I had made him nervous?

"Well?" I asked again. "Why did you just disappear like that? Did I.. do
something?"

He shook his head, his face turning into a slight state of panic. I had
clearly misunderstood something here. I reached out to him, but he backed
away quickly.

"It's what you.. Guys... always want," he whispered, "Don't look. Don't
talk. Just suck. Don't tell. Leave."

My jaw dropped. What what what was happening? Here I was having some
existential conversation with my libido for the past week, questioning my
sexuality, not to mention my own feelings for this shy, cute, pretty sexy
guy... and he's... afraid of me? When did this turn into a molestation?

"Hey look," I flattened. The coffee beeped, and I flipped a switch, pulling
the coffee to the latte milk station. "I don't know what you mean by that.
You asked ME to come to you. What do you mean, just suck?"

His eyes clamped shut, and his hands balled into a fist. He turned his head
to the side, saying nothing.

It started to click in. He... he's done this before. Maybe still does?

"I'm not.. like that." I said. I put the coffee in a sleeve and reached it
out to him. He met my eye for a second, and I nodded at him. "Take it."

He reached out, and took his drink. I had to let him know things. "Dade,
you gave me something.. special. I am not sure what you were expecting...
but I was hoping it was more than.. well, more than a hook-up. Like, I'm
not gonna tell anyone or anything. I just thought..."

He stood upright again. "Wait, Nicco... you... wanted to do more?"

I nodded. "I'm not sure that I'm gay or nothin' - but I find myself uhm,
turning you into Mrs. July, like almost every night these days. I saw your
ass in the shed... and... it does it for me."

He put the coffee on the counter and looked at me. Really looked. I'd never
seen another person look inside me before, but this guy, this, young
man... was searching my soul.

He smiled, then frowned. "Nicco, I thought something else. Most of the
other guys, they only want my mouth, they don't even look me in the eye
when they-"

"Wait. Other guys?" I commanded. "How many guys do you DO this with?"

His mouth dropped and he looked down. "A few. In town. They let me swallow
them."

I felt a pull. I was mad. Was I jealous? Yes, I was. And I was mad. This
kid was not a hooker. He just wanted to get some fun. And other men just
used him.

"No." I said. "No. I don't like that. Is that what you want? To be.. a...
dumpster? To other men?"

He didn't say anything, for a long while. "I... want to feel good."

I collapsed a little inside. This boy deserved something more than greasy
old men in his face. In that moment, I decided. I was going to ask one
question. His answer would tell me all I needed.

"Nicco, it's ok. I know straight guys don't really want me.. They just have
you know, frustrations. And I like guys, so..." He was on the verge of
crying, but held tight, "It's cool, I like to please you. We don't have to
make a big deal at all. Just come by the sheds tonight. I'll be there
again."

"But Dade, I wanted to-" but he was already out the door. Without his
coffee. Damn that kid was fast.

At 7:05 I raced out the door. I had to talk to that kid. I walked fast;
While I needed to talk to him, I didn't want anyone to think something was
up. I passed the Mitchel's house and smiled, waving to one of my
classmates, a guy who always talked a big game. I wonder if he was one of
the men. My look turned sour, and had to turn.

At the woodshed, I turned around to make sure I wasn't followed. When I
reached the last shed on the wood line, I saw him. In the same way as
before, it was just a hint - a shadow of the boy I wanted. I had to tell
him - to ask him.

I walked into the dark room, and just as before, he pulled me in and took
control. In a flash, my jogging pants, much easier than jeans, were down to
my ankles. I wasn't hard before, but quickly rising as his warm hands aimed
me toward him mouth.

I didn't know what to say, and I didn't want to make noise, so I tried to
kneel down. His eyes were clamped shut, and his mouth had found my quickly
enlarging cock. I yanked backward, and dropped to my hanuches. His eyes
snapped open and he scrambled back. "I'm sorry! I'll be better!" He shouted
in a whisper of fear.

"No no no - Dade!" in the same whisper, I pleaded with him. "You didn't do
anything wrong. Felt great. I just need you to stop a second. Stop. And
listen to me."

He pulled his knees to his chest.

"Dade. I'm gonna ask you a question. Your answer will decide a lot. Can you
do that? Can you just stop and answer my question?"

He loosened up, and I reached down to pull my clothes back on, adjjusting
my clearly hard junk.

"Ok...what?" He said.

I was thinking about this question all day, and I had no other way to ask
it. I knew he was being used by men. I knew he wanted to feel affection and
have sex, just like so many of us. I was almost sure that he wanted more
than what he was getting. And it I was right, he would probably like some
reciprocation.

Back on my knees, I crawled to him slowly. It would only take one question,
but I had to phrase it out.

"Dade. You kinda sparked something in me. I wasn't into guys at all before
knowing you. I certainly didn't think I would get laid by one. But it
happened. You were my first, and it confused me. I don't know what it means
to be you, or what you want... so I wanted to tell you things. Things like,
I think about you every night. I wonder what you smell like. I wonder what
you taste like. When I heard you say that you had other men..." I paused,
and I reached out to touch him. He didn't pull away this time. "I didn't
like it. It was.. it was like my girl had just told me she was flippin' the
red light to pay the rent, you know?"

He looked up at me from between his knees. In this light, I could only see
his face, pale and shiny. Were those tears?

"So, Dade. Here's my question. It's something I only thought I'd be saying
to a girl.. but here is goes," deep breath. Deep breath. "Would you.. would
you, you know. Go out with me? It would be completely under the radar. IN
this town, no one would get it, but I really want to get to know ya, and I
can't seem to get you out of my mind, and, I was hoping you would want to
see where is goes, and I know that it's all pretty new to me, and I don't
know what I think or even what to expect, and the town will surely start to
talk a little when we start to hang out, and who knows what my folks-"

He cut me off by lunging forward. My lips were covered by his, and I fell
to my back as his body wrapped around mine. His kiss, first rough and
forceful, softened. I wrapped my arms around him and held him as his tongue
entered my mouth. It explored, and I explored back. My eyes closed
naturally, and time stopped. I felt a melting sensation. Had I been kissed
before? Sure. In 7th grade, Michelle Samuels kissed me after her horse won
at the fair. But nothing, I mean nothing, compared to this. He was
masterfully delicate, but commanding at the same time. His lips massaged
mine as his breathing increased. His hands, once holding me down, now
released to let me hold him.

We kept kissing as I twisted to a standing position. He was still a little
shorter than me, so I pulled at his hips, essentially lifting him off the
ground. I rubbed his back as he pulled away from my ace, moving to my
neck. His face was now completely wet, and my skin felt the cool
dampness. He had been crying, and continued to do so as he buried himself
into my neck. I turned my grasp into a hug, and let him stand against me,
feeling his chest rise and fall.

"So, what do you say, little man?" I joked. He pulled a bit away from me,
and poked my side.

"I'm not that little. You'll see later." I raised my eyebrow, and he added,
"I didn't know what you were. Gay, I mean. I took a chance. Scared to
death...."

I nodded. "Nicco, I want you. I feel you. I can't explain it. I've stared
at you since even before Davey...Well. For a long time. I don't know what
you are offereing, but whatever it is. I'll take it. I want you."

He pushed back into my chest, hugging me hard.

"Then, you got me, dude." I said.

We didn't move for a long time, but my leg started to get a cramp, so I
pulled away. It was a good time to have a chat.

We walked out to the swing set and began to talk. He told me about Davey;
how they had been lovers for the short time that they shared a room. That
one one of the truckers called him pretty once, and told some buddies about
how pretty boys give good head. He told me about how after a few weeks, one
of the guys saw him playing around the shed, and told him that the shed
were only for one thing. That if he hung around there, he'd get more than
he bargained for. When he didn't leave, the guy showed him what that meant.

I got jealous. I got mad. He let them use him. Dade explained it was the
only way a guy like him could get any affection in this town. I felt really
bad to know that's how he saw things. I made a vow. No matter how gay I was
or wasn't, I wasn't going to let him go back to that life. He was more than
a hole.

I walked him over to his moped, and watched as he put his helmet on. "I
don't know how this will work. At first, I may not be... a
good.. boyfriend. Just, give me time to figure this out, ok?"

Dade nodded. "I know. This town will eat us alive. Let's just leave it day
by day?"

I agreed. We didn't have much choice.

We started talking on the phone. First for a couple minutes, just to make
sure we were cool. Then, nightly. He started coming to the station every
time I was working. What started as a quick buy and visit, generally turned
into hours at a time. We'd play cards, or share some nachos. Once he even
drove 20 miles to Snydersville to get us a genuine bucket of KFC! So good.

The weekend came, and I had a plan.

"Hey Nicco! I thought we could see the new Terminator movie later. Whatcha
think?" He said, walking in. It was already 5:30, and I was almost off
work.

I finished ringing up Karen, and she looked back over at the boy. "Why,
Dade Murphy. Aren't you growing! I heard your mother mention that your
birthday was coming up,. 17 already? Where HAS the time gone..."

At this point, she wasn't talking to us anymore, and we let her ramble. I
looked over at him, and he winked at me. We had talked about his birthday,
and he wanted something special. I had planned on getting it for him.  She
looked at me, then over at Dade. Oh, fuck, what was she saying?

"So, are you interested? It's an extra $15 a week, if you want it?"

Dade was listening. "Sorry, Mrs. Watkins. With the shopping route, I just
don't have time for dog-sitting. I sure do appreciate the offer though."

Close one, that's my boy. Woah - that IS my boy.

When time came, I asked Dade to pull his moped around back. We could easily
walk to the movie, and I had some plans for tonight. We left the station,
and after a long movie and too much popcorn, we stopped for dinner at the
diner. Only Sal the owner was there, and he couldn't care who we were. We
ate and talked about the movie. I paid for dinner.

Back at the station, I followed Dade to the back of the building. He stole
a kiss, then reached for his helmet.

I pulled the plastic from his hands, and stuck it back on the bike. He
looked to me confused. "Where ya goin, Dade?" I asked.

He tilted his head. "Well, I was gonna head home, you know..."

I shook my head, pulling out my keys. I turned, opening the back door to
the station. With a few clicks of the keypad, the alarm beeped and i pushed
the door open. I reached out and took Dade's hand.

I lead him into the stock room. It was a tight little space, surrounded by
shelves. In the middle, I had a small table, and four sleeping bags, laid
out. I pulled him inside, and let him sit. I closed the door, and lit a
couple candles. I turned to him and knelt down. My hand reached to his
face, and stroked his neck. I reached behind him, feeling the heat from his
neck.

I lowered down, my lips eager to touch him. I met his lips with mine, and
my other hand instinctively went to his waist. I kept him in place, kissing
him, touching his neck, exploring his chest with my other hand. His eyes
closed, and surrendered to me.

"I want to give you your birthday present." I said. He smiled. "I'm
just.. not sure..."

"Nicco. I know." He got off his knees, and stood, my face now right in
front of his waist. I could see a bulge forming, the first time I had seen
him this close.

"Give me a second to get ready. Can I go to the station bathroom?"

I nodded and keyed him into the main area, where the bathroom door
was. Without a word, he grabbed a slim bottle of water and locked himself
in the bathroom.  I turned back to the store room and flipped on the boom
box. It was the only music source we had, and i grabbed a comic book from
the shelf. I had an idea what was happening, but I wasn't about to ask.

He came out a minute later, and closed the stock room, leaving us again in
the dark shadows of the candle light; the radio was playing some random
jazz, and I turnned the volume down. I was really going to have to rely on
him for this.

He stood in front of me, and I watched him pull off his shirt. His chest
was beautiful in the light. He had the makings of a six pack, but still the
baby fat of a teenager. I felt my cock twitch. I was really turned on by
this man.

He whispered, "You brought lube, right?"

I nodded, and he reached for my own shirt. With us both shirtless, we
wrapped around each other and explored. I could feel his heat against me,
his chest rubbing on mine. We kissed, our hands leading us to the blankets
and sleeping bags. In moments, we were rolling over each other, touching
and kissing and licking. He was really into kissing up and down my chest,
and I certainly didn't mind. But we weren't here for me this time, not
just, at least.

I reached for him. His belt was loosened already, making it easy for me to
unfasten and unzip. He was on top of me at this point, and getting his
pants down was not.. gracious. But, eventually, there he was. My boyfriend
was finally naked in front of me. His skin, olive and tight, carried from
his neck to his chest, but much darker at his waist. It was then I saw him,
his fullness. He was big. I mean, BIG. His manhood, while not longer than
me, had a thickness I hadn't expected. He hung low, and thick. His balls
were tight against him, and I could see he was ad horny as me.

He locked my eyes, and with a look, he asked me once more. I nodded, and he
smiled. His chest lifted, and he crawled toward me. My mouth raised to meet
this massive hard cock, and I took him into my mouth. I had no idea what I
was doing, but he gasped as I licked the tip. He pushed forward, and I
felt, finally, his full mass. He started to shift his hips forward and
back, doing all the work. I did my best to cover my teeth, but he was
bigger and at the wrong angle. I heard his grit his teeth a few times, and
I knew this was not working the way I wanted. I lifted up, pushing him to
his back. Laying flat, he lifted his arms above his head.

I laughed, looking at him. He looked like a porno. No matter. I got between
his legs, and inhaled as much as I could of his thickness. He stroked my
hair, like I did him, that first night. I sucked the only way I thought he
would like -- the way I would have liked, and it seemed to work. I felt him
tighten a bit, his hips moving involuntarily.  His thickness started to gag
me as his hips pumped with more force, but I managed to keep between his
legs, giving him whatever he could handle. My tongue was swirling like
crazy every time he would pull back, and then, finally, I felt it. His
hands, once at his sides, came up to my head, sliding through my hair and
grabbing me tighter. His chest started to heave with lust as I heard the
slightest 'uhhh' from his lips. He wasn't accustomed to making noise during
the process, I guess, because without any more warning, my mouth was filled
with warm, salty goop. I hadn't expected it, and it made me choke.

He released my head immediately, but I didn't want him to feel like there
was anything he did wrong. I pushed in again, to show him I wanted this to
be for him. I didn't like the taste; it was bitter, salty. Just like mine,
but I didn't like that either. But for him, I was gonna take it.

I swallowed, and continued to use my tongue. He shuddered, pulling back a
bit, and I let him go.

"That..." he breathed, "Was pretty damned good!"

I laughed, and shook my head. "Well, Dade, I never ever thought I would do
that. Ever."

"Nicco, it was great. I know it might not be your thi-"

"Oh geezus, Dade. Stop." I sighed and smiled. "I'm here. With you. I wanted
to do it, for me AND for you. You make me happy. I need to- and want to-
show you how that makes me feel."

He hugged into me, accepting my answer. We lay there, on a mass of
blankets, my throat sore and coated with another man's cum. It was
completely new, but felt completely right, in the moment.

We didn't speak for a while. I watched the candles burn. He grabbed a
soda. We sat there, in the quiet of this room, and just let time go by. In
fact, it wasn't until the old Conoco clock dinged that I realized it was
11pm; I was fine to stay out, but what about him?

I twisted postion, to pull him up with me, and he stirred. "Nicco, did you
need to get up?"

"No, but it's 11pm - should we get you home?" I asked.

He shook his head and pushed me back to the blankets. "I told my parents I
might be staying at a friend's house tonight... They were thrilled that I
had a friend!"

His laughter about his own situation was enough to make me melt. He was
happy. I think I was making him happy. I loved that.

He stopped laughing, and looked me in the eyes. He leaned in, and our lips
touched again. There was no rush, but there was a passion starting. He was
moving around a bit faster now, his lips at mine, but his hands roaming my
body. What little clothing I had left was quickly removed, and in no time,
my own fire was burning.

I pulled him to me, lifting him up so that we were chest to chest. His
knees met at my hips, and I could feel his own cock hardening on my
belly. My cock, now a bit wet with pre-cum, was starting to slide in
between his legs, behind him, in between those firm glutes. I was ready for
more, and I hoped he was too.

"Nicco..." he hissed, kissing my neck. "I want to.. feel you."

My lips reached his neck, and he flipped his head to the side. My arms,
hungry for his body, held him at either side, now controlling his arches. I
could feel my torso and hips pivot up and down, a natural need to be inside
him growing. He took the lubrcant from the table by the candle, flipping
the top off. This was his show, and I was excited to be a part of it.

"How do we..." I started. He shushed me, and I watched as his finger took
some of the sticky clear gel from the tube. He twisted a bit, and I watched
as he listed himself up. Another squeeze of the tube, and his hand was now
slick with it. He reached behind me, simultaniously kissing me again, and
runnin his tight fist onto my cock. I felt the lubricant slather down my
shaft, it's warmth surrounded by the grip of his grasp. It was an amazing
sensation.

My instinct was to start pumping my hips, his hand a wonderful hole to
feel, but he let go as soon as I started. His kisses became more
forceful. He started to push his head into me, and I realized he was
repositioning his body, using my kiss with him as an anchor.

The next few moments are a blank. I was watching him, each hand on his
hips, pulling himself apart to line himself up to me. I felt the initial
sensation, as his sphincter touched my hardness. Then,
blank. Stars. Fireworks.

When my eyes rolled back from my head, into focus, I felt and saw an
amazingly sexy boy, about 3/4 the way down on me. He was straining, his
teeth gritting, and a little sweat forming on his forehead.

I began to speak. He looked to be in pain. As I opened my mouth to ask, he
shushed me. "Just. Give. It. A. Second..." he started, "This is the... hard
part."

I didn't move as he continued to impale down on me. My own chest held it's
breath, and I stared at him as he winced and shuddered. It felt like hours,
but in no more than 45 seconds, I began to understand the feelings. My cock
was surrounded in tight warmth; a feeling I've never had so vibrant
before. It was locked, like a vice, and I was afraid to move. My own wave
of orgasm approached for a moment, as his body reached mine. I was fully
inside him, and it was the most intense feeling I've ever had. I was biting
my lip to resist, and I knew if I moved, I would cum.

I think Dade was still for other reasons. I was fully inside him, and he
had a pained look on his face. I didn't know how much this would hurt him,
and I was starting to doubt the fun or this activity. He looked at me,
through a fake smile, and breathed. "You're bigger than I thought,
Nicco. Just give me a minute. Trust me, I want this."

I looked at his eyes, and I saw the fire of determination and lust. He DID
want this. In seconds, I felt him rock forward a bit. With me on my back,
and him sitting on top of me, I had no choice but to let him run the
show. Little by little, he began to pivot his hips. His hands had left his
ass, and now pushed on my chest, leaning him forward.

From this angle, I could feel the weight move from my hips. I pushed
forward a little, and he moaned, then nodded. I pushed in a bit more, and
he exhaled. We were ready.

My hands went to his hips, now wide around my torso. I began to pull and
push myself in and out of him, his own hips responding as well. I got
faster in my rhythm, and I heard him chirp as I did so. He beamed at me and
arched down to a kiss. "Whatever you did, do it again..." he whispered.

That permission was all I needed. I held him tighter on the hips, and my
own cock took over. I began to slide in him fully, pulling out almost to
the tip, and sliding in again. His own noises confirmed I was doing it
right, so I increased the pace.

Then, Dade stiffened up. He arched back a bit, and I stopped
moving. "Nicco, no, don't stop.. I'm getting close..."

The grin on my face tightened and I grit my teeth. I began to slide into
him, faster and faster, my own balls churning for release. I held him
tighter than ever before, feeling my thumbs dig into his skin. He moaned,
and his hand reached for his own fully recharged cock.

As soon as I felt a clinch, I knew I couldn't hold back. My cock slammed as
hard as I could into him, and my cum forced it's way in. I shouted, 'holy
fuck....' as my penis spewed jolt after jolt of my teen cum into this tight
flexing hole. He responded as well, his own hand now holding his hard rod,
it's tip pointed to my chest. A single long rope of cum fired out, and his
whole body flexed. I was coming down from my own high as this stud unloaded
and bucked on me.

He collapsed on me, his chest heaving, and my own heart racing. I pulled
him to me, lifting my knees so we were still as tight together as before. I
didn't want to leave him, my body feeling like we have melted together. We
stayed like that for a while, the stickiness from his cum smashed between
us, and the hardness from my own cock subsiding. He pulled away from me,
curing over to my side.

"Happy birthday," I said.

He smiled and nuzzled into me. "Thank you. Did you.. was I good enough?"

My laughter was probably louder than it should have been, and he lifted his
head, slightly hurt.

"No, no, no," I urged. "I was laughing because I was gonna say... It's the
best I've ever had.. but I mean, it's the only.. I've ever had..."

He smiled and laughed a bit as well. "Oh, yeah, well. I can tell you - You
were very good."

We held each other that night for hours. Occasionally, we would sneak into
the station and grab a soda, or some chips. We fell asleep, still cuddling.

The light from the morning sun woke me with a start. I saw that it was
almost 6am; I had to open the shop, and Dade could NOT be here when the
Moms came in. We scrambled to get dressed; I could just walk to the front,
but we had to get Dade out of here. I came up with a plan.

"Dade, go out the back, walk to the corner and come around the left side.
If anyone sees you walking, you can just say the moped flooded and you had
to let it sit. We put it in the back so that you could pick it up today."
He nodded.

"Nicco...?" He said, leaning on the door frame.

My shirt now over my head, and halfway through the station door, I turned.
"Yeah?"

"I'm not gonna say it. But I feel it."

I smiled, and shut the door. I felt it too.

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