Date: Sun, 24 May 2015 12:37:12 +0000
From: Bruce Demosthenes <sourceskid@hotmail.com>
Subject: Teen's Curiosity Leads to More 3

This story involves two characters that were first introduced in
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/athletics/first-rule-of-sex-club/

It is a back-story [so you don't have to read the other story to understand
this one].

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Brian had come into the sex shop (or 'bookstore') one Sunday.  Randy had
guessed Brian was underage but in a place where guys have sex in the back
video booths he didn't see it as his job to card people (even though
technically as the guy behind the sales counter that was technically his
job).

Maybe he hadn't stopped him because Brian was good looking.  He was fairly
tall, maybe 5'11", blond hair and in good shape, from what he could tell.
His polo shirt and chino shorts suggested he had money and that also to
Randy meant he would be a possible customer for drugs (which is where he
made his money, the job in store with its minimum wage salary was his cover
in case the police made him explain how he earned a living, and it was also
a good place to meet guys for sex).

Brian looked through magazines, starting with straight ones (they always
do) and then spending a lot of time on the bisexual ones.  Eventually, as
other guys came into the store and headed into the back Brian followed
suit.

That first Sunday Brian didn't stay long but the next Sunday he stayed for
several hours.  At one point Randy, just out of curiosity (he usually left
the guys back there to their own devices so he could say he didn't know
what went on) went back and listened at some doors.  As there were only a
few guys in the back at that time, the sounds of slurping led him to
believe that Brian was engaging in glory hole sucking or being sucked
(between a number of the booths were circular holes so guys could shove
their cocks through and be sucked by the guy in the booth next-door).

Randy usually did 8-4 shifts at the store since on nights he was busy
selling drugs at a local gay club most nights (his customers were almost
always buying in the club, though he had some trusted ones he delivered to
at their homes).

Randy made arrangements with one of the other cashiers to switch shifts for
the following Sunday (he would take an evening in exchange).  If this
teenage boy was experimenting with oral and if he came back again for a
third Sunday, Randy wanted to get in on it.

The following Sunday Randy put on some tight shiny shorts and a tight
t-shirt that had a pic of a cartoon boy dressed as a sailor and the words
"I have a little seaman on my shirt".  He thought about trying to dress
like this preppy kid so he would feel they have something in common, but
this boy was taking a walk on the wild side by going not to a bar or trying
stuff with his friends and instead to a sex shop, so Randy gambled looking
gay and a little slutty might be fit the down and dirty frame of mind he
would be in.

Randy chatted with his co-worker and wondered whether he would show or if
he had just given up and evening of income and that day's until he saw
Brian enter and then the game was a foot.  When Brian went into the back
Randy followed.

Brian stopped and checked him out and then entered a booth where the booths
on either side were empty.  Randy took this to mean Brian was interested,
though since the high school kid was new to this perhaps he didn't know the
etiquette so Randy decided to take it slow.

The store rules required patrons to keep putting quarters in the machine as
the booths in theory were for watching porn in the privacy of a single
booth.  So Randy dropped in quarters and started up a porno.  As he was
gay, his choice was obvious and he scrolled through the gay pornos and
found some of twinks so as to send a message to the boy in the next booth
he was interested.

As he listened to the booth next door, he heard Brian first start by
watching straight pornos and then eventually shift to bisexual ones.  Sure
enough, after a while, he heard him put on a gay one.

Randy thought maybe that should be his cue to start something but again he
didn't want to spook the boy.  While he thought the boy had been engaged in
some form of oral the week before it could just have easily been someone
else (the booths were very close together and the walls were only thin
plywood) or even the sounds of a porno.

Eventually Randy leaned down and peered through the hole.  There he saw the
teenager on his knees facing the other wall, sucking some cock that a guy
who must have entered the booth on the other side, had less cautiously
shoved through the hole to get blown.

Randy watched the boy give head.  While he was jealous it was not him, the
boy was hot and seeing him suck a stranger's cock was very erotic.

Eventually the boy stopped sucking (Randy assumed the guy had just cum in
his mouth), got off his knees and sat back on the seat (Randy quickly moved
away from the hole so it wasn't obvious he had been watching).

Once he had sat back, Randy realized how dumb that was.  He worked there
and knew how it worked and he doubted the teenage would have been upset at
being watched.  He was hot.  He knew the clientele and aside from this
teenager, there weren't many good looking guys who came into the sex shop
to be blown anonymously through a hole so you can't see their body or
faces.  Hell, he wouldn't have been back there if it wasn't for this cute
boy.

Randy decided since he had already missed one opportunity he wasn't going
to lose another and he undid his pants, pushed them and his underwear down
to his ankles, and moved to the wall to shove his cock through the hole.

Nothing ventured nothing gained.  Maybe he would get blown by this cute boy
who seemed to be discovering sucking cock.  Worse case scenario was
probably he would be left hanging (seeing as how the boy was underage and
had just blown someone else, he could imagine him making a scene, though if
he did that probably would cost Randy his cover job).

It didn't take long and he felt the boy's lips close around his cock.

Randy was about 7" cut, with the head bigger than the shaft.  He had been
blown a lot (and done his share of sucking), having been out and gay and on
his own since he was 15 years old.  In the last three years he had
developed an understanding of technique and this boy was actually quite
good.

He didn't try to deep throat, which is a mistake a lot of novices make.  He
worked the head and then the upper half of the cock with his mouth and
tongue.

He made way too many slurping noises, given they weren't exactly in a
private place, but the porno movies masked most of them and they were an
artefact of him really enjoying sucking cock.

Randy was thoroughly enjoying the blowjob through the hole in the plywood
wall.  While it was made hotter because he knew what the boy looked like,
he wanted to actually see him while they had sex (and he wanted to have
some relationship with this boy, be it occasional sex or customer for drugs
or something more).

Randy pulled his cock out of the boy's mouth and out of the hole.

Immediately the boy shoved his fingers through the hole and beckoned for
him to put it back in and even pressed his open mouth around the hole, in
case what he wanted was obvious.

Randy fished a pen and a piece of paper out of his pocket and wrote "I have
a place nearby".  Wrapping the paper around the pen he handed it through
the hole.

He could hear Brian getting up off his knees and sitting on the bench.

The pen with paper came back through

"Don't you work here?"

Randy wasn't sure if he was asking if he worked there because he recognized
him going into the booth and wanted to make sure it was him or because he
was worried this was a trap as technically sex in the store is illegal
(even if the store turned a blind eye to the holes in the walls of the
booths, or maybe even cut them itself).

"It is my day off," Randy wrote and handed back with the pen.

"OK, I have only an hour," came Brian's message back.

Randy thought about waiting for him and walking him home, but if he was
going to the back of a sex shop for anonymous sex he probably didn't want
to run the risk of being seen walking to some older boy's address
(especially since Randy was dressed kinda gay and slutty).  Randy wrote his
address on the paper, knowing that this risked the boy would back out,
pulled up his pants and left, heading to his apartment.

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