Message-ID: <195309Z08091994@anon.penet.fi> Newsgroups: alt.sex.motss From: an41470@anon.penet.fi (M. Knight) X-Anonymously-To: alt.sex.motss Organization: Anonymous contact service Reply-To: an41470@anon.penet.fi Date: Thu, 8 Sep 1994 19:46:53 UTC Subject: "Special Occasion" (M/M) Lines: 306 The following story involves two males participating in consensual sexual activity. If that's not your thing, leave now. This work of fiction may not be published in any form for commercial purposes without my written consent. You may distribute it as you wish with the header intact, but don't change anything. The copyright resides with the author at an41470. Because sending out copies of past stories involving Alex cuts into the time I spend writing these tales, I will not answer requests for reposts or for sending them to you personally. Post your request to the list and maybe some kind soul will help you out. I welcome all comments and encouragement is especially welcome. (That's what keeps me writing these.) Another Day in Alex's Sex Life: "Special Occasion" by Mitchell Knight Turning sixteen brought about quite a bit of freedom for me. It signaled a whole new period in my life as I dropped my babysitting career and went out to get a job that paid much better. While I was going to miss my escapades with Steve, I realized it was time to move on. I found an ad in the newspaper for jobs at the drycleaners that summer. They were hiring a number of counter people for a local chain of stores, and I quickly applied. I figured that kind of job would be pretty easy. I remembered the many times I'd gone into those places with my mom and seen the person behind the counter put down a book and go in back to get the finished clothes. I could do that easily. Plus when school started up again I figured I'd have plenty of time to do homework while working. The store I went in and picked up an application at had a very friendly manager. He quickly introduced himself as Barry Marsh and gave me an application with a large smile. "Just go ahead and fill that out and then bring it back in here, and I'll set up an appointment for an interview," Barry told me. "Can I just fill it out now?" I asked. "Sure, that would be great." He gave me another big, warm smile before going into the back and coming back with a pen. "There you go." I sat down in the waiting area and filled it out. As I did so, I noticed out of the corner of my eye that Barry was just standing there at the counter watching me. At first this made me nervous, so I looked up quickly, but he looked away. I smiled to myself as I went back to work. He was checking me out! After taking my time on the application, since I wanted him to get a good look, I handed it back over to him. While he was looking it over, I let myself get a better look at him. He had dark brown hair that was cut short on the sides but left longer in back. He had large brown eyes and a dark complexion. He looked to be in his mid-twenties and wasn't bad looking, but certainly not as cute as Steve. He stood at about six feet with an average build. "This looks pretty good. Why don't you step into the back, and I'll interview you," Barry suggested after he finished reading my application. "Okay." We sat down in the back room, and he mostly spent the time telling me about the job and what I'd be required to do. I spread my legs wide for him, and while my basket wasn't all that visible, I did catch him looking. I figured I'd use every method I could to use to get this job. If this guy thought I was cute and hired me just because of that, that was fine with me. I knew I could do a good job, he just had to give me a chance. "So, does this sound like something you'd be interested in?" he asked. "Yeah," I answered, nodding enthusiastically. "Great. Just let me call your references, and I'll give you a call in the next couple of days to let you know my decision." He shook my hand firmly before I left and held onto it a moment longer than necessary... Needless to say, Barry called me the next day and hired me. I would start training in the next Monday. I wasn't surprised to find that Barry was the one who would do my training. For the next couple of weeks I worked with him during the day. I never met any of the part time people who worked nights, but that was fine with me. Barry was a really okay guy once I got to know him. We found out that we had the same taste in movies, so we talked a lot about that. I knew we had one other thing in common too- our interest in sex with men -but that never came up. Finally, after I'd been working on my own for a week, Barry asked me if I'd like to come over to his place that night after work to watch The Bodyguard. "Sure," I answered. "Great. Here, I'll write down my address for you. It's pretty easy to find. I live in an apartment right behind the mall," Barry explained, handing over a piece of paper with his address. "I'm sure I can find it." "I'll see you after work then," Barry said, and he left. The four hour shift that I worked until close by myself went pretty slow. I didn't have very many customers, so it gave me plenty of time to read and to wonder whether Barry would finally try something that night. I wouldn't mind having sex with the guy once. He wasn't that bad looking, and my only regular sex partner lately was my hand. I called my parents just before I locked up to let them know I was going over to my manager's to watch a movie and that I'd be home before midnight. Then I drove over to Barry's apartment which was easy to find, just like he said. I had to knock twice on the door to apartment 104 before Barry finally opened it up. He stood there with just a towel wrapped around his waist. His chest was still glistening with water and his hair was all wet and messed up. "Sorry," he apologized. "I guess I lost track of time. I was in the shower. Just hang on, and I'll get dressed. Make yourself comfortable." I chuckled inside as I realized what an obvious ploy that one was. Of course he realized what time it was. How could he forget that the guy he'd been lusting after for the past three weeks was finally coming over to his place? But I took the opportunity to look over his chest. It was obvious he didn't work out, but the smooth slimness of it was still appealing. He was smooth all the way to where the towel met his flesh. He didn't have the trail of short hairs that started at the navel that I found so sexy on guys. When he returned he was only wearing a pair of tight jogging shorts. The bulge in them was quite obvious, but I went ahead and checked this out as well. "Would you like a soda?" he asked. I had to admire him for that. At least he didn't try the old ploy of trying to get me drunk or high. But...didn't he have air conditioning? It sure was hot. I wondered if this was another intentional trick. "Sure, that sounds good." He came over to the couch where I was sitting with two sodas and handed over one. Then he started the movie. Halfway through I was feeling very warm, so I asked if he minded if I took off my shirt. "No, go ahead. The air conditioning's out. I've been meaning to get it fixed." I couldn't decide whether he was being honest or not, and I guess I didn't really care. I went ahead and took off my shirt and knew he snuck glances at my smooth torso all throughout the rest of the movie. As he was rewinding it, he turned to me and asked, "Would you like a tour of my apartment?" "Sure," I answered, shrugging. "It's not really anything to look at, but--" "I can't wait to see how my rich manager lives," I interrupted, grinning. He chuckled. "Yeah, rich. That's me alright." He showed me around the cramped place, and then we moved into his bedroom. I was puzzled to find the mattress for the bed laying out in the middle of the floor. There was what looked like a plastic sheet wrapped all around it. "What's that for?" I asked. Barry grinned nervously. I could see the left corner of his mouth twitch as he tried to hold the casual smile. "That's for special occasions." And then suddenly his hand was sliding over my ass. It took me completely by surprise since I didn't think he'd be that daring, but I went ahead and encouraged it by backing up into his hand. "Is this a special occasion?" I whispered. "I'd like it to be." I was still confused about why he would have his mattress in the middle of the floor with that strange plastic-like material covering it, but I looked forward to getting the answer. Barry pressed himself up against my back, and I could feel his erection against my lower back. His hands came slid around to my front and slowly undid the button of my pants. Then came my zipper. He pushed my pants down, and I kicked off my shoes to step out of them. His hands caressed my erection through my white jockey shorts. Then he came around to kneel before me. His hands slid up and down my hairy legs before they slid up under my briefs to cup my cheeks. "You are so sexy," he breathed. He ran a hand over my chest while the other fondled my erection. Then he peeled off my underwear. He kissed the head of my cock lightly. "Sit down," he said, pointing to the mattress. I sat down on the edge of it and he slowly pulled off my socks. Then he shed his shorts and jock strap. I reached out to stroke his erection which was about the same size as mine. He had a full pubic bush of dark curly hairs. I lightly stroked this too. Then Barry got on the bed beside me and grabbed a bottle of oil laying beside him. Uncapping it, he poured a generous amount into his palm. This he rubbed slowly across my chest and down my side. "What--?" "Shh. You'll understand soon," he whispered. I laid back and enjoyed the way his eyes made love to my body. His warm hands felt good as they caressed every part of me, front and back, with the oil. He saved my cock for last, teasing it with his slippery hands as he stroked it slowly up and down. Then he started spreading the oil over his own body. "Do my back," he urged once he'd reached every place he could. I took the oil from him and squirted it all over his back before going back and slowly rubbing it in. I rubbed more in his ass and quickly fingered his hole before capping the bottle and putting it back on the floor beside the mattress. Barry rolled over and pulled me on top of him. His hands clenched my slippery ass and forced me in tight against his slippery body. Then he started lifting his hips and rocking underneath me. "Oh!" I exclaimed in pleasure and understanding as I matched his thrusts. He slid me all over his body, showing me new regions of pleasure I'd never discovered before: armpits, between his pecs, between his thighs, his back. There didn't seem to be an area on his body that couldn't bring my dick pleasure as I rubbed against it. After a while though, the situation became quite frustrating. He'd show me a new area and just when I'd get going and be ready to come, he'd pull me away and start all over again. I could tell he was enjoying this torture. Finally we were back in our original position, our aching cocks straining against each other as we rocked against each other with our legs entwined. He slipped a finger a little ways up my ass and then I was finally spewing my anxious load all over our already slippery bodies. With a couple more thrusts against me, he came as well and our semen mingled on our torsos. "Wow, that was a great special occasion," I whispered/ The End ------------------------------------------------------------------------- To find out more about the anon service, send mail to help@anon.penet.fi. Due to the double-blind, any mail replies to this message will be anonymized, and an anonymous id will be allocated automatically. You have been warned. Please report any problems, inappropriate use etc. to admin@anon.penet.fi.