Date: Sat, 27 Jun 2015 23:41:42 +0000
From: Bruce Demosthenes <sourceskid@hotmail.com>
Subject: Can i fuck you 23

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I woke with a sore ass.  I had been sore before.  But Alec fucking me with
his much smaller cock without lube (the second time now) had left me much
more in pain.

It was Sunday morning, and while I was on duty there wasn't anything for me
to do until before chapel that evening when all the boys were back.  So I
decided to go to the sex shop and buy some lube.

First I went to my computer and tried to figure out what to purchase.
Wikipedia, which I told my students never to rely on, said there were three
different types of lubricants, water-based, oil-based and silicone-based.
Water-based seemed to be the most widely used because oil-based lubricants
weaken condoms and they could break.  Of course I wasn't using condoms with
these boys and while I should, only to teach them about safe sex, I
couldn't imagine not taking their loads up my ass.  I liked the feel of
them coming inside me.

Oil-based sounded like it would be easier on my ass.  Water-based
purportedly dries out and if Alec was willing to fuck me with no lube I
couldn't imagine asking him to stop and apply more lube or spit once it
dried out.

Another consideration was Alec was now having me lick his cock clean after
he fucked me.  OK, that wasn't entirely fair.  He had me lick him that
first time in the shower, but I was now doing it automatically without any
prodding.  It was just something I accepted we did.  As I couldn't imagine
oil-based lube would taste good that eliminated that.  So that left
silicone-based.

According to Wikipedia "silicone-based lubricants are not absorbed by skin
or mucus membranes and consequently last longer than water-based
lubricants."  I had no idea what silicone would taste like.  It had to be
better than oil didn't it?  I could always get a bottle of each type and
whatever tasted best use with Alec and if none of them tasted good just try
to convince Alec to use spit; though at this juncture I couldn't imagine
convincing Alec of doing anything he didn't want to do when it came to
fucking me.

As I was on the computer anyway, curiosity got the better of me and I
Googled 'pedophilia'.  It turns out that a pedophile is someone who likes
pre-pubescent children, hebephilia is when someone likes post-pubescent and
ephebophilia is when someone likes older teenagers.  Before Alec I had only
sucked adult cock and had a preference, when I could actually tell who was
on the other side of bathroom stall walls, guys around my age.  My new
experiences put me somewhere in the latter category, though if I was being
completely honest maybe in the former given I had real feelings for Alec
that went beyond lust.  Not being a pedophile, as I had no interest in boys
who couldn't cum, gave me some relief, even if what I was doing was still
illegal.

As I realized the more I thought about it the more I began again to
question what I was doing, I quickly put the matter out of my mind, put on
a pair of chino pants (as the boys can't wear jeans I couldn't be seen on
school grounds wearing jeans even if they would make me less conspicuous
down the hill which was a poor area of town).  I threw on a non-descript
shirt, a windbreaker (even though it was warm out) and a baseball cap and
set off down the hill to the sex shop.

When I arrived at the shop there was only a young guy behind the counter
but I still kept my head down and headed directly to the shelves of lube.
They weren't organized in any systematic fashion so, what I hoped would be
a quick in and out, I discovered would take much longer if I wanted to be
sure I got a specific type.  And I wasn't completely sure what type to get
even if I was leaning towards silicone-based.

Slowly I worked my way through the bottles.  Turns out that what it is made
of was not readily apparent on all the bottles.  After picking up bottle
after bottle and trying to discern contents and narrow the choices I was no
further ahead a good 20 minutes after arriving at the store.

So confused and focused I was that I was startled when I heard "you seem to
be having difficulty choosing, can I help you" right next to me.

I looked up and a young man stood beside me, presumably the one behind the
counter.  His name tag, Randy, and a glance around the store and found it
empty of anyone else confirmed my assumption.

This young man looked like he should have still been in school, but as it
was a sex shop, he had to be 21 (and he was around 6 feet tall so that made
me think he must be 21 too).

The fact that he was tall and slim and had the most striking blue eyes made
me also conclude that he had really good genes.  Those eyes were so
piercing I began to wonder if I had seen him before, because they looked
familiar and were not eyes one would easily forget, though I probably had
just them the last time I was in the store.

While there was no one in the store in the front, there seemed to be
private video viewing booths in the back.  I didn't hear any sounds of
video or noises coming from the back.  So with no one nearby to hear us I
decided, since there was no way I could make a choice without assistance
and this was a total stranger who didn't know me and I would never see him
again, to accept his offer of help.

"I can't decide what is better, water-based, oil-based or silicone-based
lube," I said.  "I am leaning towards silicone based but I can't tell from
the labels on some of these which is which."

"If you are using it with a condom I would recommend water- or
silicone-based," he said.  "Oil-based can weaken a condom."  This confirmed
what I had read on Wikipedia, which gave me some confidence in both
Wikipedia's 'fact' and in this young man's knowledge, though he too might
have gotten his 'facts' from Wikipedia.

The reason I tell me students not to trust Wikipedia is because anyone can
log on and edit a page.  Changes are tracked by the volunteer editors and
intentionally false statements removed, though increasingly companies and
politicians were trying to alter entries to advance their own interests.
And I read a study recently that said there were no more errors in
Wikipedia than in Encyclopedia Britannica.  But if I didn't want students
to take the risk in their research for homework assignments, I certainly
didn't want to take a risk with my own ass.  Lubricant struck me as an
entry that companies might want to alter erroneously in order to advance
their products.

I wasn't prepared to tell a complete stranger I wasn't using condoms,
though presumably I could be using this with a single partner or spouse.

"Will it last for a longtime," he asked.

I was about to ask what he thought was a longtime, but opted to just say
"yes".  Abbey had fucked me a really long time and Clifford had too.  Who
knew how long someone's cock would be up my ass now that I wasn't in
control of who got to fuck me.  If Alec followed his trend of younger
students, which I hoped he wouldn't, it wouldn't be long.  Better safe than
sorry.

"Then I would suggest you go with your instinct and get silicone-based, it
lasts much longer than water-based and even oil," he said.  As he walked
down the aisles looking to find the right bottle to recommend he paused and
looked back at me.  He looked me up and down and then asked "will anyone
have to taste it?"

That question surprised me.  When he looked back at me and sized me up, I
had dreaded his next question to be if it was for vaginal or anal.  I
didn't act gay but in these circumstances and given the product we were
talking about and given I was clearly dressed to disguise myself that
seemed like the next logical question (though I hadn't yet made up my mind
how I would answer).  Whether someone would taste it seemed like a rather
specific question - though an important one in my situation.  There was no
way he could know just by looking at me that was one of my worries about
lube, that I wouldn't mind the taste as I licked it off a cock.

Then again, maybe these were just normal questions as this was a sex shop
and people do all sorts of things during sex.  The fact that I was new to
some of these things didn't mean he didn't get these requests all the time.
Plus he didn't ask if I was the one going to taste it.  For all he knew my
girlfriend or wife would be sucking me after I fucked her or I was going to
eat her out or maybe use it some other way it couldn't imagine (I was
relatively new to gay sex, learning about it at the hands of teenagers who
were hardly experienced, and I was completely na?ve about straight sex).

"Yes," I said, perhaps to emphatically.  I should have probably gone with
'maybe'.

Walking to the end of the aisles he pointed to a selection of lube called
Toko.

"I would recommend this," he said.  "Toko lube is water-based with
vegetable glycerin and a natural corn by-product.  It's organic, it's
compatible with latex and it tastes good.  It is sweet though doesn't use
sugar which is a problem with vaginal intercourse."

While condoms weren't an issue, the fact that he mentioned them along with
specifically referencing vaginal intercourse reassured me he still thought
I had a girlfriend.  Then again, I didn't want to take a risk that it would
dry out in my ass so I decided to take the risk of outing myself as I
didn't want to come back to the store it having failed (as my sore ass was
at that moment constantly reminding me).

 "I had heard water-based lubricant dries out," I said.

"Normal water-based lubricant does during anal, more so than vaginal sex,
and condoms can make it dry out even quicker, but because of the glycerin
and methyl paraben [whatever that is I thought] this lasts as long if not
longer than silicone," he said.  "In fact some companies on-line market it
as silicone because it is long lasting but it isn't; it is water based and
all natural so it is perfectly fine to ingest."

This boy knew his stuff (his knowledge didn't come from Wikipedia) and the
casual way he spoke about what was for me an embarrassing subject put me at
ease.

"We have a number of flavoured lubes, but the combination of ingredients
make this one last long and taste good," he said.  "Other ones you have to
choose which of the two are your priority."

Looking at the number of different choices just under the Toko brand name I
asked "which one do you recommend?"

"I like the grape flavour," he said without hesitating "though it is
entirely a personal choice and it is not like any of them taste like the
real thing or even a Popsicle, it is mostly the glycerin combined with
other ingredients that make it palatable."

"OK," I said, breaking into a smile.  "You convinced me."

"If you want we can try it out and see if you like it," he said, locking
eyes with me and then staring at me with those penetrating blue eyes as he
waited for what he was suggesting to register.

"Pardon me," I stuttered, unsure if I heard or understood.

"There is never anyone in the store on a Sunday morning," he said.  "It is
not like our customers are all at church, though some maybe, it is just who
gets up at this hour unless you have to work.  Sunday afternoon, however,
is our busiest time, I guess guys who didn't get laid on Friday and
Saturday."

I was dumbstruck.  How did he know I was gay?  Wasn't he taking a big risk?
He was proposing we have sex right there in the store.

I had to admit he was hot.  He was taller than me and skinny.  Those blue
eyes were like pools of ice cold water that I could drown myself in.
Instinctively I glanced down at the front of his black jeans and it looked
like he had an ample package.

When I looked back up his eyes were boring into me.  Any pretext I might
have a girlfriend was long since gone.

"I can lock the door, and we can go in the back," he said, with a sudden
gentleness to his voice that made me want to trust this sex shop cashier
and buy anything he wanted to sell me.  Why was he selling lube, mags,
dildos and videos in a sex shop at probably minimum wage?  He could sell
anything.  He should sell automobiles or even homes and be rich.  I wanted
to buy anything he was offering (though maybe some of it was he was so damn
attractive with such striking blue eyes that stood out even more because of
his dark hair).

"You can just see how it tastes on my cock if you want."  He said this in
the same nonchalant lilting cadence that made me want to trust him and just
nod and say yes to anything he was offering without even considering the
implications of his words, which I did.

Then with a twinkle in his eye, knowing he had me hooked, he broke into a
grin he added "I wouldn't want a dissatisfied customer."  I couldn't help
myself and I laughed at his precociousness.

Randy went and locked the store door and turned the open sign around to a
closed sign with a clock which I noted he set at "back in 30 minutes".

My cock hardened in my chinos, something he looked down at as he returned.
Randy grabbed three different flavours of Toko lube from the shelf next to
me and then led me into the back.  I dutifully followed.

Just behind the curtain Randy turned and said "let's start with seeing what
flavour you like best."

I just nodded.  I had forgotten our supposed mission and only at this point
wanted to see his cock.

Randy undid his jeans.  I couldn't help but notice he had on red Calvin
Klein briefs underneath and with his jeans undone his package in his briefs
even looked bigger.  This might be because he was starting to get hard,
though the fact that red is more revealing than black was also a factor.  I
desperately wanted to see what he was packing now.

Making me wait to see what I was going to be putting in my mouth, he
removed the top of each bottle and peeled off the seal that made it tamper
proof.

"Which one do you want to start with," he asked.

My heart was racing and I just wanted to see his cock and no longer cared
so I simply shrugged.

Let's start with the most subtle flavour and work our way up," he said
methodically, as though this was simply about make a decision about any
product, like cologne, and not about him putting his cock in my mouth.

I was on me knees in front of him even before he pulled down the front of
his briefs which were barely containing his now hard cock which was laying
sideways along his hip the head hidden by his jeans which he had yet to
push down, only having opened.

Reaching into his Calvins he pulled out his cock and my eyes opened wide in
awe.

He was 7" rock hard.  But the head was so much bigger than the shaft.  The
shaft was big, as thick as Abbey, but the head didn't just flare out, it
was noticeably bigger than the shaft.  I wondered if this was what the
porno mags meant when they said 'mushroom head'.

Randy squirted lube only over the head.

"This is Melon/Mango," he said, like the salespeople in the liquor store
say when they hand you a thimbleful of a new liquor when you enter in the
hopes you will buy it.  Only instead of a plastic pintsize cup, this was
covering a cockhead that was too big to fit in one of these cups.

The aroma filled my nostrils.  It actually smelled like melon or mango, I
couldn't decide which.  It dragged me in and my mouth was on his impressive
cockhead sucking before he could give me any more info on this product.  It
was definitely flavourful.  It tasted like sugar more than melon or mango,
even though he had said it wasn't made with sugar (not that I cared as we
both knew now this wasn't for vaginal intercourse).

It took about five minutes of sucking on the head of his cock before I got
all the flavour off.

Taking my mouth off his cock I looked up into his gorgeous blue eyes.

He had the next bottle in his hand and he once again coated the head of his
cock.

"This one is the grape," he said.

It struck me I was like a dog waiting for a tasty treat or more accurately
wanting a bone.  My mouth was on his bone was soon as he had the head
coated in lube.

The grape did actually have a bit of a grape flavour in addition to smell,
though he was right it wasn't like eating a grape popsicle (though I would
love a popsicle shaped like his cock, I would not have stopped sucking on
them as a kid if they had this wonderful shape).

I licked and sucked and ran my tongue around the large head until I got
every ounce of flavour off.  This one took longer to get off his cock,
which from my position as cock sucker I definitely liked.

When it was devoid of sweetness I pulled off his cock and once again looked
up waiting for my treat.  Again he was waiting with another bottle in his
hand.

As he squeezed the lube on the head of his cock he said "this is Exotic
Fruit."

The aroma filled my nostrils more fully than the other two.  It didn't
really smell like any fruit that nature created it.  It smelled like Juicy
Fruit gum.  And the taste was very similar.

Don't get me wrong, I like the taste of Juicy Fruit gum, more so when I was
a kid.  I rarely chewed gum anymore even though my dentist kept telling me
chewing sugar free gum was good for dental hygene.  Wonder if she would
approve of my sucking a sugar free cockhead.  I tried not to smile at the
thought as I sucking on the head of his cock.

After licking and running my tongue around the head of his cock and sucking
it hard trying to get all the flavour off him he was finally mostly clean
of lube (there seemed to be a bit of a residue that try as I might I
couldn't remove, which let me to believe his promise that this lasted a
long time).

Once again I looked up at him like a puppy waiting for its next treat.

"Did you want to see what it tastes like when mixed with cum," he asked.

DID I??!!!!!!  OF COURSE

Kneeling in front of him I nodded enthousiastically.  If my tongue had been
hanging out panting I would actually have looked like a dog.

"What flavour," he asked.

"GRAPE" I said enthousiastically.

He smiled as he looked down at me with those wonderful blue eyes and
reached for the grape.  Coating the head of his cock he pointed it to me
and I closed my mouth around it.  As I sucked on the head he began to
stroke the shaft of his 7" cock.

It didn't take long and he was shooting a huge load of cum in my mouth.

The sweetness of the lube and the tart and saltiness of his cum were an
amazing combination.  I had watched enough cooking shows to know this was
an actual thing, combining savoury and sweet (something like that).  I
wanted to live on a diet of this if I could.

When he finished cumming and I was sure I had every bit of lube off his
cock I lifted my mouth off and looked up at him again and said "I will take
all three."

I really only wanted the grape.  But who knew if the others might be useful
and I suspected this young man in a minimum wage job would have to pay for
all three since they were now open.

Grinning with an infectious smile he said "if you only want to buy the
grape, then just get that."

"Won't you have to pay for the others since they are open," I asked.

"Yea, but you were fun," he said.

I was flattered but it was he who had been fun, so I said "I insist".  I
earned more than this young man and I loved having his cock in my mouth,
that big cockhead which tasted so good, not just from the sweet glycerin
coating.

"Thank, I will give them to you at my employee discount but are we done,"
he asked.  "Yes you were worried about taste, but didn't you want to know
how long it would last?"

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