Date: Fri, 30 Jul 2010 12:03:16 -0700 (PDT) From: Raj Pepper Subject: A Very Young Man's Summer Job, 1962, PART 1 A Very Young Man's Summer Job, 1962 1962. Unobserved, the new kid at the hardware store sees his co workers intensely sucking cock, and wonders... MMMm, 1st Disclaimer. If you are under 18, do not read this story. If erotic fiction is illegal where you are, leave this site. See author's notes at the end, if you like. HARDWARE STORE HELPER, First Week, 1962, Part 1 Everyone has that moment when sex becomes real, that week, that month where what had been abstract pictures in old magazines tucked away and stories overheard in the locker room become sweat, pounding hearts and rasping breath, wide eyed with wild smiles and full of passions that one didn't even realized existed until that moment. This was the first week of that journey for me, and I couldn't see it coming... Miller's Hardware Store was at the end of Main Street, and was one of those great places that define a town. Built in the late 1880s, Miller's was laid out as a lumber yard on the side, a feed store alongside the loading docks around back, and the hardware store anchoring the whole complex in the middle. Miller's had a scent that has since gone from the public consciousness; the smells of lumber, fresh and cured on racks, and the smells of various feeds and bagged fertilizers stacked up on pallets. Those pleasant odors permeated the whole compound, and as you entered the hardware store proper you got a relaxed, comforting noseful that let you know you were in a familiar place. A place where life was good, life went on, there was continuity to the world. Cheshire wasn't so much a railroad town, though we had commercial and passenger trains coming through, as it was a town whose industry and manufacturing served the railroad industry. My father had been a vice president of a firm that made interiors for passenger cars before he passed away two years before. I was a strong young man of 13 and a good student, athletically as well as academically, at Allen Academy, the only upscale private school in the area. A neighbor and long time friend of the family made a suggestion to my mother that I apply to be one of the 'summer boys' at Miller's. Part time employment at the hardware store had been a rite of passage for many youths around town for generations, and I did need something to lift me out of my melancholy. Miller's became much busier in the spring and summer, and typically one kid would start around Easter break and another would begin when school let out, both leaving in the fall when classes resumed. The numbers had been higher before the big Sears opened outside of town in '58, and some of those boys back then had stayed working weekends through Halloween. We had a week off for Easter break, and I was hired on as that summer boy. Mr. Miller was a strong, stocky character who was born to the hardware store and would pass with the hardware store. Cheerful and pleasant to be around, he didn't talk too much, but boomed when he did. He liked listening to the radio, and his world was the front of the store, where he had a great view of the street. Strong as an ox and built like a tank, I watched him lift the corner of a hay wagon once, a superhuman feat that he no more acknowledged than brushing the hair out of his face. His wife was happy and sensible in a churchy sort of way, and his kids were young and rambunctious. They lived in the better part of town, as did my mother and me, and his family usually made a weekly appearance at the store. Cale and Edward were the regular employees, Cale 19 and working his way through college, Ed a 20 something perpetual teenager. They had me work the full week of Easter vacation, then I was to only come in on Saturdays until summer. Ed made it his duty to show me the place on the first day, and his general goofiness mixed with a strong center of responsible 'how to' set the right tone for the job. He took me up and down every aisle of the store and explained things as we went, then showed me the lumber yard and how the feed section worked. Kooky as he was, it didn't seem the least bit out of character when he paused at one end of the back loading dock and told me to bend down and take a peek. We were looking through a crack in the wooden wall, so small that only an employee would know such a crazy thing existed, but the view looked right into the ladies' room. "Pretty rare we get anyone worth looking at," he said, grinning, "But if I tell you to get me a sack of Kilmer's, I might really need the Kilmer's, or I might be giving you the signal to have a look." There was a mountain of sacks of Kilmer's feed blocking anyone's view of a peeping tom, and we both laughed. At the other end of the loading dock, after explaining everything else in the feed area, Edward had another place to look behind another mountain of sacks, and I dutifully followed his lead. This crack looked right onto the trough urinal in the men's room, at the other corner of the hardware store from the ladies' room, and there was a cock just a foot from my face taking a leak! "Jeezus christ!" I hissed at Ed as I jumped back, "Somebody's in there pissin' right now! Damn you!" I was red faced and embarrassed, and angry. but Ed thought that was hilarious, and his genuine humor cracked me up, too, and the laughs calmed me right down. "Probably Cale," he said, laughter still in his voice. "Good thing it wasn't Miller with his elephant dick, or you'd have nightmares after seein' it!" he added with a laugh as we continued our tour. I laughed, too, but I was amazed that anybody could talk so casually about something as private as your dick. It was just something no one ever spoke about out loud, at least not to my ears they hadn't. It was a great place to work, and there were lots of men, young and old, some neighbors I knew, some strangers, who said hello and asked if I was the new summer boy, then told me with genuine fondness how they'd been that summer boy 5, 10, 20 years before. Even middle aged housewives and little old ladies had had husbands or sons who'd been summer boys, years before, and they nodded approvingly with nostalgia. There were lots of steady tasks to do as crates and pallets arrived on big trucks and displays were rearranged and set up. There wasn't alot of sit around time, and my tasks included all sorts of spring cleaning that needed doing. All the duties needed to be done in the manner that Miller's had always done it, and there were rules as well. If we went up the street to the luncheonette for a soda or coffee, we were to let Mr. Miller or one of the guys know, and the same held true if we were going to the bathroom. That would save us from hollerin' for assistance from someone who wasn't there at the moment. If we had to take a dump, we were requested to try to do that when the place wasn't really busy, if possible. Day one was a Friday and day two a busy Saturday, and they were spent learning the routine and stocking, unpacking, receiving and cleaning. My third day there, Monday, I could hear Cale tell Mr. Miller he was heading for the john, and in a moment of sort of wickedly silly curiosity, I slipped out the rear door to the loading dock and took my place, out of sight, on the edges of a pile of grain sacks and leaned forward to have a peek. I just was a little curious to have a better, less panicked view this time, to see if his cock was the one I'd seen before, and if it looked like mine. Nothing more than that, really, just curious about seeing it. Cale's dick did look like mine, only more grown up, and seeing a real cock close up, really seeing it, just a foot from my face, was a first for me. I thought it was cool, and I pulled at my dick a little through my pants and enjoyed the feeling. I didn't feel guilty, just felt a rush of excitement the way I felt when I jerked off. Full of energy. Cale didn't stay long, but while he was there I got a good look before he shook it and unknowingly stretched it right towards me. That night, after a long day's work, I pulled up my nightshirt and played with my dick and stretched my ball sack. I closed my eyes and thought about peepin' at Cale, and it was funny as well as a little wicked. I'd seen photos of cocks and pussies and sucking and fucking in my father's well hidden stash of mostly old European porn, all things he'd gotten during the war, but actually seeing a dick, close up, that was something. I thought about Ed's description of Mr. Miller's dick, and wondered if it really was unusually big, and wondered how Ed had gotten a look at it. Had he looked through the same hole I'd watched Cale through? Had he stood next to him at the trough, pretending not to notice the way I pretended not to look when I sidled up next to somebody in the john? In truth I loved looking at other guy's dicks in public toilets, but I never got a really good look, because I was always afraid to actually LOOK. I liked seeing Cale's dick, and I looked down at mine as I stretched it. I imagined Cale's cock getting bigger, then bigger, then attached to Mr. Miller. I pulled my shirt all the way off and shot a jizz load much further than usual. Right up to under my chin and across my shoulder, the last ooze dribbling onto my stomach where it usually landed. I slowly wiped it up a finger full at a time and tongued it off my fingers while thinking about the day, then drifted to a solid sleep. I was tired, and had worked plenty hard. The next day, Tuesday, late morning after I stocked a lot of shelves, I told Mr. Miller that I had to use the bathroom and that I'd probably be a few minutes. I thought that was a good way to say I had to do more than pee, and the store was in that late morning weekday lull at that point anyway. I had never sat down in the toilet in the store before, and the walls and door were the same sort of comfortable, well worn old wood as the rest of the building. The toilet paper holder had clearly been replaced with a more modern unit that didn't fit the space exactly. As I pulled paper from it I could feel it was a little loose, and there was a quarter inch gap between the holder and the rear edge of the square hole for the old unit. As I sat, someone came in, and I leaned back to see what I could see, just out of curiosity. I could tell right away from the clothes that it was Miller, though from my vantage point I could only see him mid stomach to mid thigh. Remembering Ed's description and suddenly really excited to see if it was such a big deal, I tingled with a funny feeling while waiting to see his cock. I had never seen a fully grown man's dick, considering Cale as just a slightly more grown up version of me, except for stolen glances in the library or the park toilets while standing next to a stranger. The showers at school didn't count, because everybody was very fast about keeping covered until the last second, and facing away from each other while drying and dressing was how it was always done. Straight cock staring just wasn't ever done, and besides, those were kid cocks like mine. I was more than a little jazzed to see an actual man dick, and this was my moment. Miller didn't just unzip and pull out. He slipped his suspenders down, spread his stance a little and lowered his pants and underwear, then flipped his left hand up under his balls and cock to flop it all forward. He grabbed his dick with his right paw, pulled the skin back and let go a stream. The head had skin stretched around it about halfway up towards the tip, really tight it seemed, but if he had a foreskin, I thought that would be baggy skin hanging off the front. My face was glued to the opening watching all this, less than three feet away. I was wide eyed and grinning, and found myself stroking my cock like crazy. All this was new to me, but I liked what I was seeing, and I liked what I was feeling. Miller's cock was big, but not like an elephant, just big and full and meaty, and his balls and ballsack looked like they had real weight to them. My dick, which I really liked just the way it was, seemed thin in comparison, and my balls looked more like nuts. His balls looked like actual balls. Then he shook it and stroked out the last drop, then turned towards the stall where I was and stroked it again! Three long strokes, really slow and deliberate. Then he flopped his whole dick and balls upwards a few strokes with his hand up underneath, not a foot from my face. Did he know I could see him? I was shivering and shaking while he put it all away and returned to the shop. I wasn't expecting anything like this, and my jizz shot all over my pumping hand, some shooting past the hand and onto the floor. I quickly cleaned it up and got back to work, still shaking a little, but definitely smiling while I worked. When I asked what had to be done next, Mr. Miller gave no indication that... that what? That I'd seen him pee and stretch his thick dick? He couldn't have known that I could see him. Didn't I pull and stretch my dick a little sometimes after I peed? Wouldn't it have been natural to turn towards the corner and the wall next to the urinal if you wanted to stretch it a little, just for a little privacy? I lay in bed that night and really worked my cock with my mother's lotion, my eyes closed, thinking over and over about Mr. Miller's cock. It's girth and how the skin moved on it as his finger and thumb squeezed up and down the length of it. It filled up my whole view like sitting in the front row at the movies, and my eyes squeezed shut tighter as I shot a power shot of jizz and my body bucked on the bed like little convulsions. The next day, Wednesday already, I scrubbed both bathrooms and Cale showed me what to do. Mr. Miller insisted that the bathrooms be spotless, something that businesses think little of anymore. A little later, Ed announced quietly that he had to hit the john, and I could hear Miller say "OK." I didn't know where Cale was, but I said I was going to sweep up the loading dock, one of my duties during 'spring cleaning,' and another pleasant "OK,' came from the front of the store. I heard the bell over the front door as I went around back. The one customer in the shop was just heading out. I took my place behind the pile of feed sacks and leaned in for a look. Ed's cock was pointing right towards my face like Cale's had the other day, and he had a foreskin! A real one like a few I'd seen at school, but those I'd only seen for a split second and never pointed right at my face pissing. He pulled the skin back a little and a stream came shooting out of the loose cluster of skin. My hand pulled on my suddenly hardening dick through my pants, again amazed at the spectacle of someone else's cock so close to my face. The bathroom door opened again and somebody entered the toilet and let the door slam. I couldn't see who. Utterly to my amazement, Ed's dick started to grow, and he started to stroke it in a slow, sort of strong way, sort of squishing it as his thumb and forefinger squeezed up and down its length. Then I heard a sort of muffled clanking sound just out of visual range. Ed turned to the side and dropped to his knees. I could just see him from the edge of his ear to the back of his head and from his shoulders to the top of his head. What was going on? His head and shoulders were moving in a steady rhythm towards the wall, and then it hit me! Someone was in the stall and had unscrewed the loose paper holder, stuck their dick through, and Ed was sucking it! That was it! I knew it even though I'd never heard of such a thing, had never actually seen anything like that, and couldn't fully see what was going on. I KNEW what was happening! Ed let out a mumbled, mouth filled groan, which seemed out of character for the nutty guy I knew, and I thought I could hear another more muffled groan coming from the stall. I started pumping my dick like crazy, then the bell over the front door of the store rang out clear, and there was a mad dash for everybody to get back to work. As I buckled up and trotted back into the shop from out back, I could see Ed and Cale moving away from the bathroom. It was Cale who was getting his dick sucked by Ed! I was thinking that it must have felt great, and immediately tried to fathom how they ever got involved in such a crazy pastime together. I mean, how the hell do you even approach the subject? I was just amazed, but I was also boiling with a totally crazy heat. Stocking shelves, my hands shook a little, and my head just swirled and swirled with this new knowledge of something so... so what? Wicked? Cool? I didn't know words for what I was feeling, but it totally distracted me until Mr. Miller's telling me a second time to do something snapped me out of it. A little later I went around back again and jerked off like a tornado, shooting like a lightning bolt across the old wooden wall in the back. I couldn't help it. I was full of this totally crazy feeling. Crazy, but I was smiling from ear to ear. I knew I wanted my cock sucked. In all the old photos showing close ups of German women sucking German men, I always imagined those lips were around my meat while jerking off. Could I get Ed to suck my dick? How? How could I get Ed to actually suck my dick? Did Cale suck Ed's cock too? Would Cale suck my dick? How did it feel? Probably even better than when I jerked off with lotion, and that felt amazing. I'd heard older boys at school talking about women sucking your cock, and how it felt even better than fucking a wet, juicy pussy. Maybe at SOME point one of these guys would give me a blowjob, but how do you ask someone to suck your dick? There just is no way I could think of. That night I rolled my legs up and over my head in my bed and slowly pulled myself into position to get the tip of my cock into my mouth. I could really only push my lips around the head and tongue the slit. I jerked off towards my mouth like I'd done dozens of times before, but this time I wasn't thinking about my stash of old porn. I was thinking about two guys I work with, and the possibilities. I had never thought such things before, never considered all the variables. What if I had to suck them, too? Would I do it? Would I like it? What would their dicks feel like in my mouth? As I thought about it, I pushed my lips out more and strained my body just a little more to get my whole dick head into my mouth. At this angle the pressure made my cock head seem even bigger and I more consciously gave myself a little blowjob, and imagined it was their dick head I was sucking, then I backed off to a more comfortable distance and started to jerk faster. I shot a jizm stream straight down into my mouth, a real strong squirt then a slower one. I imagined it was Ed's cock shooting, then I puckered my lips again up to the head and licked the tip clean and thought about Cale and his dick. Maybe I could suck them. Maybe I could suck them both. I unrolled my body and lay there, tired from the day but still stroking my cock. I think I could actually suck their cocks. It had to be just like now, me licking my own dick and slurping up my own come, only more fun. They had figured out how to have fun cocksucking, and I wanted a part of it. Really wanted a part of it. But how to make it happen? Thursday was a tough day of work with lots of trucks in and out, and there was no slipping off to look at anything in the morning, but my mind was never far from what I'd seen the day before, and what that meant to my new goal of getting my dick sucked, and maybe sucking them too. It took up my thoughts throughout the day and I stayed in a pretty excited state of mind, but whenever I was working with or talking to or just passing either guy, there was no indication that they knew I'd seen anything. I stole discreet glances at their crotches, but no boners, while I had to hide mine and try to think it down from rock hard. That afternoon, I made my quiet bathroom announcement to Mr. Miller and headed to the stall. As I sat on the toilet, I could see the round headed nuts that held the newer paper holder in place were loose on the bolts, all but one almost all the way out. Just out of curiosity, I unscrewed three of them and left the little rounded nuts in a row along the wooden stall shelf. The fourth was just a turn away, and I undid it, again just out of curiosity. The paper holder dropped neatly into my hand, and I was looking through a very old, very smooth square opening in the wood. This was how Cale got his dick sucked! For fun, I stood up and moved forward, putting my cock through the wall. The hole was big, probably 6 inches by 8. Big. I imagined Ed on his knees, sucking my dick, then I sat down again and jerked my now hard johnson. The door to the bathroom opened and I snatched up the roll holder and put it back in place in a panic, faster that I could have imagined, getting one top screw back in place with just enough twist to keep it from falling and terrified that whoever came in heard the slight sound it made as it went into place. Holding my dick with one hand, I snuck a look around the back of it and there was Mr. Miller, pants down as before, pissing with what looked to be half a boner. It really was big now, at least compared to how it had hung before, and I really was amazed. As I stared at it and pulled at my own cock, I was starting to shake, physically, and I couldn't seem to stop myself, when Miller gave his cock a wiggle and a stretch, and turned to face the wooden stall. This time though, as he stretched and then stroked his cock, it grew into a real man's dick. I suddenly, suddenly realized, almost in terror, that he could probably see me looking at him, especially if he knew where I would be looking from. Fear shot through me as I realized my boss could see me looking at his dick. Panic, and shaking, yet I still had a hold of my cock, and my face was still right up to the wall, staring with the widest eyes I've ever had. He moved closer, and the tip of his cock was just beyond the slit I was looking through. His strokes were slow, long and deliberate. My left hand had settled on my ball sack, and my right hand was now really stroking my cock as I kept my face close to the wall and stared in amazement. I was breathing through my open mouth, and I could hear my breathing. Not loud, but it had a shake to it, just like my limbs were shaking. Shaking almost violently. I never felt anything like this combination of excitement and fear. His cock touched the opening. Actually touched it. The meaty head filled part of the space then pulled back, then pressed gently in again. His cock was now quietly pressing, almost slapping against it, over and over and over. I don't know what I was thinking, but I took my hand off my cock and in an instant my fingertips were caressing the big head of his dick through the narrow space in the wall. It was an insane thing to do, but this was an insane moment. His cock head was smooth and meaty and very warm to the touch. Soft and hard. I heard an almost inaudible breathy but very deep and manly moan from his side of the wall, then my left hand suddenly just leapt to the paper roll holder and unscrewed the last hanging nut from the wall. In an instant I had the whole fleshy tube in my hand, squeezing it, stroking up, pulling it. I had never touched another man's dick before, and in a quick moment it seemed to fill the whole opening as I pulled his ball sack through with my left hand. He was leaning in, holding the top of the stall, me gently pulling and kneading his balls and sack with my left hand and stroking his now fully hard dick with my right. My hands were still shaking, though I wasn't afraid, I just couldn't seem to help it. I pulled it fully through and turned my whole body towards the wall, then started to rock back and forth with my upper body as I stroked Miller's now hard cock. It was probably 8 inches long, but it was fat like a ring baloney, and my hand didn't go all the way around it. I rocked while I stroked because my arm seemed almost frozen at the elbow and was clenched tight to my side, but my body took over the motion that stroked his beautiful, handsome cock. I stared at it, wide eyed, really drinking in how it looked, as my motions brought my face closer and away, closer and away. Without even understanding what I was doing, my mouth opened as I rocked, pulling myself towards it as I pointed it up towards my mouth, all the while rocking, rocking. Without thinking, my mouth opened wider as I rocked. My hot breath was pouring over it in gaspy exhales. Then, for only a split second, it grazed my lips and tongue, a cock actually touched my tongue and upper lip, and only then I realized my tongue was filling the lower part of my open mouth. I said the word "Ohhhhh" as a long breathy exhale, totally surprised by the sound of my own voice. My mouth opened even wider, and my tongue lolled out even further. I rocked and rocked my head. my shoulders, my upper body, squeezing it, pulling it, staring at it, breathing hard through my mouth and it bumped again on my tongue and my lips as I played with his balls with my left hand. Now the tip was actually going into and back out of my mouth as I rocked and squeezed and stroked and pulled on his big fleshy monster cock, the edges of my lips and tongue touching it as it slipped into my now gaping mouth, then back out. I was rocking and stroking and shaking like a leaf and breathing in quivering, almost convulsive breaths. My tongue fell further out and tasted more of the underside of his cock as I slowed almost to a stop. His dick head was resting on my tongue as the tip of my tongue pulsed just below the meaty head of his cock, but the whole thing was so big that my lips barely circled his cock head as I licked up. I moved my head forward and down again, slowly, and the heavy head rolled right up my tongue into my mouth as my lips circled it and my head pushed forward and down. I was shaking with excitement, a real man cock stretching my mouth and me actually sucking it like a real man. A real man. This was my man moment, and I was now a man with a man's hot fleshy cock in my mouth. I started rocking again, the tip, the head and part of the shaft pushing in and out. In. In my mouth and out. My right hand had a real grip on it, and the skin was moving back and forth on it differently than it did on my dick, the skin gathering a little as my hand came up and tightening as my hand stroked down. My left hand was mostly just holding his balls now as I swayed, as my head bobbed up and down. It was big, but not too big to fit right into my eager, incredibly eager mouth as I took my hand off his balls and held his meat with both hands and let it finally just plow right in as I rocked forward again. My hands were still shaking as I swayed back and forth and my mouth went down and over and then up and off this amazing dick. I let out a mouth filled moan, another sound I'd never heard before coming from me until this moment. This was just incredible. Here I was, rocking and sucking a cock, a big, amazingly handsome cock, something I'd never even considered before, and yet here I was, squeezing that dick, moving my head around as I went up and down, at least as much as the size of the thing allowed. Nobody taught me any of this, it just came to me in a moment of crazy excitement and passion. I was overwhelmed with a rush of feeling like I was swooning and about to faint, now grunting for air. I could hear my slurping sounds slapping and sucking as I moved my face and my whole upper body down and up and down again. "Ssssssssssssuck that cock, boy" I could hear Miller say, but it wasn't bossy or mean, just a quietly intense hot steam coming out as words. His hips rolled, but it was entirely me in control as I went up and down on his dick, sucking, slurping, pushing my lips and mouth down only as far as I was comfortable swallowing, slurping up again to the tip. "Don't stop, boy!" I heard him hiss and I knew what was coming, though I'd only ever tasted or seen my own come before this moment. His hips convulsed and my lips stuck way out and clamped around the pulsing tip, but I never stopped moving, pushing my slurping lips down just past the head and back out to the tip, and back down, my tongue wiggling uncontrollably against his piss slit on the upswing. His whole being twitched and I was not expecting the force or velocity of the first few squirts. "Ooooomph!" he groaned, lurching his body against the wall and slamming another inch into my mouth while the whole thing exploded. I swallowed one mouthful instantly, gulping instinctively, then a second mouthful of jizm rushed in, not as forceful as the first, but fast. I was able to taste it better as it swirled through my mouth, over and around my tongue and down my throat. My left hand flew to my own dick as I swallowed, still rocking and sucking and breathing in grunts, and my cock shot off in just a few strokes, my come flying everywhere, and the excess from his first big squirt of come leaking just a little from the corner of my mouth. I let out a long, long MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM sound, just feeling his pulsing meat in my mouth, feeling little increases still in the juices filling my mouth since my second big swallow. Miller had been absolutely rigid, then was suddenly still and quiet, and I could feel his johnson soften a little from the extra engorged it had become as he'd jizzed and jizzed. He pulled back a little and my hand tightened around it. I leaned back and looked at it, at how manly and handsome it was. I stroked up another big dollop of cream and put my whole mouth back on it to suck off the last of it. I heard another breathy moan from his side as my head moved down on it again, deeper than before because it wasn't so hugely hard, then it pulled back and popped out of my still sucking mouth with a quiet wet pop noise. I watched, still breathing in big breaths, as his cock and balls slid back out through the opening like some retreating monster. I was still shaking, but not as violently as before, panting, my hand and my cock covered in jizz. As I watched Mr. Miller put his pants in order through the squared off suck hole, I licked the line of come and spit drooling down the right side of my mouth, swallowed again, and smiled, still breathing hard. This was the coolest, most intense, most amazing thing that I had ever done, and I needed a minute to just come back to some sense of normalcy. This was new. Really, really new, and I liked everything about it. I loved sucking that cock. I loved how it made me feel. I loved the taste of it, the look of it, the soapy clean smell of it. I loved the jizm. His jizz. My jizz. All of it. That was strong, man work, and I'd sucked that man's cock like a real man. I felt like I had graduated into some unknown man fraternity, but I had come through the initiation suddenly a champion. I could hear Mr. Miller washing up at the sink. "That was the best, boy. The best, and I've been around a long time." There was a really fun yet exhausted lilt to his strong voice, as someone who is very, very pleased with himself and with the world. He headed out of the bathroom and back to work. A minute later I heard the ring of the front door bell, and I quickly started to clean up myself and the jizz I'd somehow gotten all over. As I hit the floor, Mr. Miller barked several tasks to be done in his friendly but forceful way, and I jumped right back to work, my head completely swooning, but the tasks at hand serving to focus me back to Earth. I had hoped to have my cock sucked at some point, maybe even some point soon, and I'd already decided that I could and would suck them back if that was how everything worked. I was excited about trying it, but I hadn't expected the fury of the experience of my being so overwhelmed with this crazed feeling and sucking Mr. Miller's magnificent tool. My cock was rock hard again in my khakis, and it went from half hard to rock hard repeatedly, all the rest of the day, precome drip forming a small wet spot that forced me to carry things in front of me as I made my way around the shop. When I was given a loading dock task, I jerked off again in my regular spot, thankful for the chance to just let off some steam. Man, I was full of crazy energy! That night I jerked off two more times with lotion, the sight of all three guy's cocks in my mind, but mostly Mr. Miller's, reliving that incredible suck fest over and over until I fell asleep, hard. End, part 1 AUTHOR'S NOTES Like all my stories, this one is a combination of real experiences and situations and people from my life used as the jumping off point for storytelling. I freely change places and dates and sometimes combine several people into one character to make for a better tale. Though this one does not, I love stories that take place in the tack room of the barn, whether straight, bi or gay, because that was central to my sexual experiences growing up. Though this story takes place before I was 18, I do not wish to relive my comically promiscuous youth. If you are under 18, or like to pretend you are, go away. If you are over 18 and think you'd like to talk about something you've done or wish to do that is in any way questionable, legally, go away. Period. I write my stories for fun, because I enjoy the feeling I get from writing them. My character is always freely making choices, in control of his own destiny and passions, and having fun. If you have a great sense of humor, find my stories amusing, and have some sort of comment, feel free to write. backinthehayloftagain@yahoo.com Otherwise, just enjoy! Raj Pepper