Date: Sun, 28 Apr 2002 17:13:56 EDT
From: SykQuinn@aol.com
Subject: Doing Straight Mike

I was in my early thirties when I first met Mike. He was seventeen and
applied for a job at the warehouse that I managed. Mike had dropped out of
high school and was not too bright, but very cute. He was short, around 5' 7"
but had a very solid, athletic build. He had long curly brown hair in his
face that he was constantly brushing back when he spoke. He had brown eyes
and a nice smooth face with few teenaged blemishes. He had very white teeth
and a small nose. When he smiled he looked like an angel, but I soon learned
that Mike was far from an angel.

I have to admit that a kid with the looks of Mike will influence me in the
hiring process and he was soon working in the warehouse unloading trucks and
checking in the new orders. I try to act straight at work, but the employees
usually figure out that I am gay as I am not married and never mention
girlfriends either. Mike was a below average employee, kind of slow, and
often late in the morning. I would see the red blurry eyes and know when he
came to work stoned on pot too. I could have fired him but I did enjoy having
him around.

It was in July when Mike started working, and the warehouse was not air
conditioned.  Mike began wearing less and less clothing to work. His typical
outfit was white high top sneakers with no socks, cut off jean shorts
revealing his slightly hairy legs, his muscular shapely calves and very solid
tanned meaty thighs. The shorts were tight in the crotch and I could see the
shape of the teen's soft cock in the soft denim cloth.  He would wear
sleeveless shirts that revealed the baseball like biceps and the dark brown
patch of underarm hair on the mostly smooth youth. My favorite shirts were
the one's that were cut off at his mid section, revealing his smooth ripped
belly with a thin line of dark hair going from below his navel into the
frayed cut off denim shorts. I jerked off a lot at night thinking about this
very hot, but very straight young guy.

I had learned through other employees that Mike was indeed a real stoner and
was known to deal grass to other guys working there. The final straw was when
a scale that we had at work disappeared. Someone had seen Mike going though
the outside garbage container on his way home. He had apparently hidden the
scale when dumping the trash and removed it on his way home. He needed the
scale for use in his drug business. I reported what happened to the owner of
the company and it was decided that as we had no proof that it was him, but
to fire him for his lateness. Mike did not seem too upset about being fired,
and did not seem to be too pissed at me, as I would see him occasionally when
driving my car and he would always wave and say hi.

Mike lived within walking distance of the warehouse, but I drove ten miles,
as I lived in a different part of town. That is why I was very surprised to
see Mike working behind the counter in the deli in my neighborhood, several
months after he was fired. We chatted and he told me that he travels to the
job by subway, as it pays well and there are a lot of pretty young girls in
the area who come out to buy lunch. I enjoyed his boyish smiles and the sight
of his dimples as he told me about the women. He had cut his hair shorter and
did not look stoned, but still looked mighty good in his apron and white deli
pants. I remembered that he was now eighteen and went home and started
fantasizing about Mike once again.

My fantasies turned to a reality one day during a vacation week, when I was
home during a week day.  I wandered into the deli, not even thinking about
Mike, kind of stoned myself, as I had smoked a bowl after a late breakfast,
planning on going to the park later and taking in some sun. But I stopped in
the deli for a drink, and saw Mike just as he was walking out to go on his
lunch break. I'm sure that I still had pot on my breath as I explained to him
why I was off of work, and he kind of smiled at me and asked if I had been
smoking. I was kind of embarrassed, as I had been his boss, but he grinned
and we both started laughing. He told me that he wished he had something to
take a few tokes off of. My heart started beating faster and I felt the blood
rush up to my face at the thought of having a stoned Mike alone in my
apartment  but I asked anyway

"Would you like to come over to my apartment? I have some really outrageous
smoke if you want to smoke a bowl with me."

He smiled that gorgeous smile and said, "Dude. You are cool after all.
Let's go."

We walked the couple of blocks back to my place, Mike did most of the
talking. I was so nervous but I was sexually excited too. And then in my
stoned state I first realized that I had been watching a gay porno and
jerking off while I was smoking before leaving my apartment. The box from the
video was on my coffee table showing two studs with muscular bodies and hard
cocks. I did not know what to do. I decided to take him in the kitchen first
and then rush back in to remove the box before he noticed.

But as I opened the door, Mike smelled the pot coming from the living room
and rushed over to my pipe. He explained that he only had a forty-five minute
lunch break and was anxious to get stoned. He did not notice the box from the
porn as he sat on the couch and I sat in the easy chair. I filled the bowl
and we passed it back and forth. As he was taking a deep hit, I saw his eyes
wander over to the gay porno box. Busted, I though. Mike did not say
anything. He just held the hit and smiled knowingly, at me. After exchanging
a few hits Mike kind of sat back on the couch. I looked at him. He had
removed his apron before going on lunch break, and I saw he had a cut off tee
shirt revealing his smooth arms and hairy armpits, as he put his hands behind
his head. I was staring at him as I was very stoned and he was very hot
looking. I was taken out of my daze when I realized that he was speaking, in
a very low voice.

"I know you're gay dude. I always knew. It is cool. Put on the VCR. Let me
see what this gay shit is all about."

I couldn't believe what I was seeing and hearing, but I got up and found the
remote and turned on the TV and hit play. It was the scene that I had
climaxed to earlier, of a young smooth blond swimmer type dude shooting cum
all over his tight body as another dark haired boy had just finished sucking
his nine inch cock. Now the blond boy got down on his knees and took the dark
haired guys cock in his mouth. As the blow job scene progressed, I saw Mike
rubbing his crotch.

"Smoking makes me horny. And I haven't had any pussy since Friday night. I am
so fucked horny dude."

I felt my cock hardening as Mike started to play with his bulge as he laid
back and watched the blow job scene.

"That's what I need dude. A hot fucking mouth to suck my bone. I don't care
who it is. I'm so fucking horny"

I did not say a word and got up out of my chair and kneeled down in front of
Mike who was half sitting and half laying back on the couch, I looked up and
saw that one hand was still behind his head and I glanced at that bicep and
hairy pit. His other hand was still on his crotch. I took my hand and put it
over his and he soon let his hand fall to his side and let me take over
rubbing his hard cock through his pants.

As he did not seem to want to resist, I took the next step and removed my
hand and put my face into his crotch and felt his hard dick through his pants
throb against my face. I could smell his hot teenage scent right through the
clothing. He had both hands behind his head and his eyes were mostly closed
but I saw him watching the tape through his squinted eyes. I took my hands
and reached to open the belt on his white deli pants. He did not resist as I
then opened the snap and unzipped him. he then raised his ass off the couch
as I lowered his pants leaving him with the pants around his ankles and his
hard cock pressed against his boxers. He grunted at me.

"Suck my cock"

That is all he said but I obeyed and lowered his shorts and saw Mike's hard
cock for the first time. Six inches of cut very tasty looking eighteen year
old straight boy meat. I lowered my face and put the head of his cock in my
mouth. He moaned and then reached out with both hands and pushed my head down
on his cock.

"Come on dude. Suck it. I have to get back to work. Suck me off."

I did not expect him to be so aggressive but he kept pushing and I gagged on
his cock. But I got used to his pace and could smell his balls when he pushed
my face into his pubes. I would like to have licked his nuts but he
controlled the action with his hands and it was not more than two or three
minutes when he tensed and moaned.

"Here it comes. Suck it. Faggot. EAT MEEE...."

And then I felt his cock throb and shoot out a warm forceful blast of cum and
I tried to swallow but he held my head and shot again and again.  His cum was
thick and kind of tangy. Not sweet like some dudes but I loved the taste of
straight young Mike. He continued to moan and grunt.

"Swallow it faggot, Oh eat my load, oh man. that felt good"

His let his hands off of my head and I nursed his cock and swallowed what had
accumulated in my mouth. As I was trying to get him hard again and hoped for
a second load, he wiggled off me and said,

"I have to get back to work. Get me a towel dude."

I had hoped to see more of his body and maybe lick him in other places, but
he had decided that the sex was over. I went to the bathroom and brought him
a towel. He quickly wiped my spit and any excess cum off of his now soft cock
and his pubic hair. He then tossed the towel to the floor, and got up and
pulled up his pants. A couple of seconds later he was at my door on his way
out. He turned and smiled and said,

"Thanks for the smoke"

He then grabbed his crotch and grinned at me.

"And thanks for doing me too."

With that the door opened and he was out onto the street again. I only saw
him a few more times in the deli but then he disappeared, and I never saw
Mike again. I asked what had happened to him but only was told that he had
left. But he sure provided a hot time for me sucking his straight young cock.

This story was a fantasy. Everything was true, but he never came home with me
to smoke or "be done." But it has happened in my mind over and over again.
Any comments are appreciated to SykQuinn@aol.com.