ON MY OWN III by Sean M. Friday, May 27th, 1994 Work is becoming a real pain in the ass. I hate half of my employees. The only ones I get along with are my stock guys. "Gee, I wonder why?" There is one that's my age and the rest are all younger. The stockguys and I work pretty well as a team and there usually isn't alot of playing around that goes on in spite of that fact. Monday, May 30th, 1994 I went in an hour early today to show a new employee around the store. Mr. Frasier hired the new kid because he was good friends with the boy's parents. As I got to work and put on my Manager's vest, I looked over at the exit door and saw the cutest little boy. He was talking to Mr. Frasier and to my approval, was the new employee. Shit, if I was going to have to work with this boy, I was in for some of the longest nights of my life. He had a crewcut (which I usually don't like, but in his case I was mesmirized), hazel eyes, a perfect face and a body to match. I think I can remember Mr. Frasier saying that the new kid had just turned 15. In fact, now that I think about it, he must've been only 15 because he had to have a work permit. I tried to avoid staring at him but he was just so gorgeous. I didn't want to draw attention to myself so I pretended to look through the employee handbook and would occasionally glance up at him. His name is John and he makes me want to GO to the john.... to beat off. Work really isn't that bad now that I think about it since John now makes the scenery so much better. Mr. Frasier introduced me to John and we shook hands. His hands were soft and smooth. He attempted to squeeze my hand, I guess to show his strength. I put my left hand over his right hand as I shook it. I told him I was glad he was now a part of the team and that he had a tour to take around the store. I mentally wanted him to tour the insides of my thighs but the time wasn't appropriate. We walked to the stockroom and I introduced him to the night crew. The guys were sitting around before they clocked in and were joking around making crude sexist jokes. They were calling each other "homo" and "jerk off", along with other names that were nowhere near politically correct. I apologized for their behavior and continued to give John the tour. About an hour later, we were out in front of the store. I was showing him around the parking lot and telling him he would have to make a "buggy run" every once in awhile...he was hanging on every word. I later told him that we all worked as a team, were one big family and threw in the comment, "If you have any problems whether personal or work related, you can come to me. Anything you tell me will stay with me and I'll help you work them out. That's what a manager is for". I was the typical managerial bullshit I was supposed to say. This was the first time I meant any of it. He smiled and said, "thanks". We walked back in and I showed him the time clock. As he was writing his name on the top of his card, I studied the fine blonde hairs covering his neck. It was all I could do to keep from leaning forward and kissing him. I remained in control and professional and continued to show him how to clock in. Tonight was really uneventful until John was unloading a case of Clorox from the warehouse truck and opened it with his box cutter. I knew there was one thing I'd forgotten to tell him. "Be careful when you cut into a case of Clorox. If you cut one of the bottles, it'll almost always spray up on you". He did and IT did. He was covered with bleach from his face to his knees. I felt so sorry for him cause he was wearing what appeared to be new clothes purchased for his first job. I quickly escorted him to the men's restroom and helped him clean up. He was bent over the sink washing his face when he first raised his shirt up. I was standing behind him to his left and telling him he needed to get out of his clothes and wash up before the bleach irritated his skin. He rose up and dried his face with a paper towel looking at me in a strange way. I soon realized that he wanted privacy. There was no way in hell I was going to miss out on seeing him in his underwear, or better yet... naked. I stood back to give him room. "I'll go get you another shirt". We keep extra shirts in the office for the purpose of accidents like this one. I ran to the front of the store to get him the shirt and sprinted back to his side. When I walked into the restroom, he was on his tiptoes at the sink. He had a wet paper towel in his right hand and was pulling the elastic band of his underwear out with his left scrubbing his dick with a wet glob of a mushy paper. I stared at his cute little ass as it tensed up against the porcelain washbowl. The round mounds of flesh looked absolutely beautiful. It's a good thing I wasn't high or drunk. I would've been all over this kid...whether he wanted it or not. Damn, what a sight. I handed him the shirt (which was a mistake because he quickly unfolded it and put it on) and helped him dry his pants with the hand blower on the wall. As his shirt fell down over his back, I watched as the narrow ditch that ran up the center of the small of his back disappeared. The khaki material had already started to turn white. "You okay down there?" I asked, referring to his crotch. "Yeah, It'll be okay. It's been through worse". John replied. I wish now that I'd asked what he meant but I was still dazed from the sight of him in his underwear washing his dick. I immediately decided... John was going to be invited to my apartment very soon. If I couldn't have sex with him, I was at least going to get him drunk and get closer to him but this will have to take some time and careful planning. John hadn't worked for more than two hours before he'd been given a nickname by the other stockguys. Usually when you're given a nickname, it sticks. From now on he'll have to live with the name, Bleach. After work, I headed home. It was 2:30 in the morning and all I could think about was John in his underwear. I couldn't shake the image out of my mind. I pulled into my parking space and got out of my car. As I was unlocking my door, I heard a voice say, "hey!!". It was almost a loud whisper. I turned to see that there was no one around. I looked down on the ground and saw Kris. He was running to the stairs to meet me. I walked on into my apartment and turned on the lights. Kris was walking close in behind me. (Kris is the kid that came over the other night). "I sneaked out of my room", Kris panted. "You sure you're not gonna get in trouble?, I asked. "Naaah, the folks are dead to the world and sawing logs", Kris replied. "Well have a seat and let me get out of my work clothes". I walked into my bedroom and took my clothes off and threw them on my bed. I wondered if I should walk back into the living room completely naked or go back in fully dressed and play hard to get. I couldn't stop thinking about John and was dying to get off so I threw on a pair of boxers and slipped back into the living room. Kris was leaning back on the sofa. I glanced over at him as I headed for the television remote. He had obviously positioned his dick so it would clearly show through his shorts. He was wearing a pair of white cut-offs and I could see the perfect outline of his hard-on. I'd created a monster...and loved it. I sat down next to him and began flipping through the channels. There wasn't shit on T.V. Out of about 35 channels, 30 were infomercials. I put it on MTV and left it there for background noise. My brains were wracked from work and I could barely think straight. I had no beer to unwind with and was having an incredible urge to smoke some dope. Deep down inside I knew if I was to get high, Kris was going to get raped. I didn't want that but nonetheless, needed something to relax. I asked Kris if he minded that I got high. He said, "no". I stood up and walked into my bedroom again. I grabbed a joint out of my hiding place (I didn't want Drake to get a hold of it) and lit up. The first wave hit me like a ton of bricks. This stuff was potent and the fact that I hadn't done it in weeks didn't help things either. After the third toke, I was toasted. I put the flame out and headed back towards Kris. When I walked back into the living room, I caught him playing with himself. He quickly jumped back and crossed his arms like nothing was going on. "Go for it", I said, in a slight daze. "What do you mean?", Kris asked. I got serious for a second or two and said, "There's nothing wrong with jackin' off, man. You do what feels good. We're just guys here. You wanna pull it out? Pull it out. Don't let me get in the way". Kris was still playing the innocent type and had a nervous smile on his face. "I was just adjusting it". He said. "Whatever". I replied. "So what cha been up to?" I asked. "Not much... just been thinking about last night". Kris said. "You have fun? It didn't bother you did it?" I replied. "No. I-I-I've been kinda wondering..." Kris stuttered. "What". I asked. "I don't know... it's just that... I was wondering if we could do that.....". Kris said nervously. "Do what?" I asked. "You know... what we did last night... but only if you want to". Kris nervously said as he stared at my boxers. I couldn't help but smile. If this kid had only known what was going on in my mind, he would've felt so stupid. "Yeah", I said. "But this time let's do it in my room". I said as I looked at him with my eyelids half closed. Kris stood up and headed for the hallway. He was more anxious than I was. By the time he reached my door, he had taken his shirt off and was busy working on his shorts. I followed him into the bedroom and began removing my boxer shorts. He was sitting on my bed in his briefs. I could see his chest rapidly moving up and down as his tight little boy belly quivered. "Take off your underwear", I commanded. He hesitantly slid his underwear down and before it uncovered his dick, he asked if I'd turn off the lights. I wanted to see him nude in the light so I said, "No, we're both guys. I know what you have and you know what I have... let's leave the lights on". "That's cool. Can we get under the covers?" He asked. "Yeah, but strip first". I said. The dope was kicking my ass...bigtime!!! Kris slid his underwear off and appeared to be flexing his chest muscles. I guess in an attempt to impress me. He really didn't need to do this 'cause his normal chest made me horny as it was I mean, he has a good chest anyway... He didn't need to flex. I was staring at his dark little nipples as they twitched and at his little stomach muscles. He was alot cuter than last night. It must have been the lighting, but his body was so perfect. I dropped my boxers and headed for the bed. The journey towards the bed seemed to take forever. I was ready to devour his entire body and the closer I got to him the more I wanted him. When I finally sat down on the bed, my hands immediately grabbed him up and held him. He held me back and we stayed like that for several minutes. I was kissing his neck and he was raising his head back and enjoying it. His dick had grown immensly since we'd first entered the room. It was sticking straight up in the air and throbbing. My hand involuntarily moved down to carress his genitals. When I wrapped my fingers around his shaft he moaned, "Oh, Fuck...yeah". His hips were darting back and forth towards my fist and he quickly began kissing my neck as well. My right hand was slowly jacking him off as my left reached up to find his dark little oval nipple. When I began pinching his tit, his mouth found mine, and for the very first time, I french kissed him. His skinny little tongue was unbelievably long. It was reaching deep into my mouth and was turning me on beyond control. I jumped up and rearranged my body to where we were engaged in a full 69 position. I never let go of his nipple since it appeared to be a serious errogenous zone. I quickly engulfed his dick and sucked it as hard and long as I could. My other hand was fondling his tiny balls. I took the opportunity to reach up and grab hold of his dick. It took several strokes before I felt his lips graze over the head of my dick. He was unmistakably inexperienced and that added a whole new angle on the situation. I let go of his balls and replaced my hand with my mouth. I was sucking away on his nuts as I reached down and guided my dick towards his tight mouth. His lips were shut tight until I began running my fingers through his soft dark hair. Then I felt my dick moving into his hot little mouth. He was only concentrating on the head and sucking it feverishly. I almost drove me insane before I pressed my hips further towards him. Within minutes, he was taking the entire length into his mouth. I made sure he knew how he was making me feel by moaning and saying, "Oh, shit...." and "Damn...that feels great". After I realized he was on his own and knew what to do, I let go of his head and grabbed his dick again. I was sucking him and slowly jacking him off at the same time. I could hear him moaning in the familiar high pitched moan. I was so stoned and horny that the intense pressure he was creating on the head of my dick was about to get me off. I increased the speed and action of my tongue and was aiming for him to explode in my mouth. He wasn't responding. I was trying everything from sucking his balls, to sucking his rod. Still no action. I wanted him to cum first tonight so I could taste his load and jack off as I ingested it. It was obvious I needed to do more. I moved down (and for the life of me still don't know why I did this) I began ramming my tongue as far and as deep as I could, into his asshole. The second I penetrated his hole, he gasped. He reached down and grabbed his dick, jacking off feverishly. When his moans began to peak, I drove my tongue as far inside him as I could. I could taste his bitter insides as he began to erupt. I moved as fast as I could to the head of his dick and began to suck every ounce of spurting seed that I could. His load shot out fast and heavy, filling my entire mouth in seconds. After about the second or third blast, I grabbed my dick and began to jack-off. My hand was flying up and down when I felt my first wave of orgasm. I quickly realized that my hand was hitting something at the end of my dick. It was his face. I still hadn't swallowed his massive load when I looked down to see his mouth poised at the tip of my cock. His lips were parted and he was ready to taste my seed. That was all it took. I slammed into overdrive and began exploding streams of jizz onto his face. On about the second burst, his mouth had engulfed the head of my penis and I was emptying my balls into his face. With every stroke outward, I would attempt to milk as much cum as possible into his mouth. I finally finished and we both laid there with an uncomfortable expression on our faces. We still had a mouthfull of each other's seed. Our lips were puckered and our cheeks were full. I leaned my head back in an attempt to speak. I managed to say, "Swallow or spit". With his lips still tightly closed, Kris smiled. He closed his eyes very tightly and I could hear gulping sounds coming from his throat. I opened my mouth slightly to show him his spent load....then leaned my head back and swallowed, making a similar gulping noise with my throat. Once it had made it's way down my throat, I sighed. He did the same. "That was incredible". I said. "You ain't lying". Kris replied, followed by a tremendous cum-drenched belch. We both cracked up as I moved back up to lay next to him in the same position. We talked for awhile and then fell asleep. Around 5 in the morning, Kris woke up and frantically got dressed and left. I was barely awake enough to feel him kiss me goodbye. The last thing I remember was thinking, "Yeah...Right... He's straight". I then fell asleep. Tuesday, May 31st, 1994 Got up today and immediately thought about last night. I went to work and was upset to find out that John wasn't working. The only highlight at work was seeing Kevin raise his shirt to wipe away some sweat after moving some cardboard bales out to the dumpster. Kevin is a Junior in high school that is also very cute. I found out tonight that the store is having a party at the beach in about a month. I can't wait to see some of these guys in their bathing suits. When I got home from work, the phone rang. It was Kris. He told me that his parents didn't catch him and that they had no clue he'd sneaked out. I was relieved. Hopefully more to folow....