Date: Tue, 3 Aug 2010 15:00:07 -0700 (PDT)
From: Raj Pepper <backinthehayloftagain@yahoo.com>
Subject: A Very Young Man's Summer Job, 1962, PART 3

Unobserved, the new kid at the hardware store is amazed to see his co
workers sucking cock, and wonders...


Mm, mm, 1st

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See author's notes at the end, if you like.
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HARDWARE STORE HELPER, First Week, 1962, Part 3

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...

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My Week As A Cocksucker

After my full initiation into the man fraternity of cock on Friday night,
Ed had given me a couple of aspirins and asked if I had more at home.
Sure, I told him, a little curious, and he said to take two more before I
came in to work in the morning.  You've worked muscles that haven't been
used before, he said through a smile.  I smiled back as I took them, and
the thought of the new workout I'd just experienced caused my dick to puff
up, getting ready for more.  Enough was enough though for those guys, and
even though I knew I could do it all over again right then, I had to get
home.  Everybody had a fast, hot shower, and as I half stumbled to the
bathroom to wait for Cale to finish I ran my hands over my body before I
stepped into the shower stall.  I just wanted to feel all the grease and
sweat and all the come that had escaped being swallowed or was dribbling
out of my ass.  I worked two fingers in and around my asshole and swirled
everything around with my right hand, smearing it all over my cheeks, while
my eyes closed dreamily and my left hand swam across the slippery, gooey
mess around my cock and balls.  My left hand ran up my tummy and my chest,
smearing more drippings along my neck, my chin, my lips.

I closed my eyes and tasted the tastes and smelled the smells of all that
fuck and suck mix, then opened them to realize Ed was staring at me on the
way into the shower, and Cale was staring at me having just stepped out.
They had wide eyed and open mouthed expressions, and I smiled a very happy,
very satisfied smile and stepped into the stall with Ed.  So you liked the
card game? Ed asked, and we both laughed deep, manly laughs which echoed
and boomed in the bathroom.

I lay in bed that night with both hands stroking my dick and stretching my
balls.  They seemed bigger, fuller somehow.  I didn't jerk off, just
squeezed and stretched and stroked and mashed, then passed out smiling.  It
had been a long day.

In the morning I was sore, but it was a very interesting sore.  My asshole
wasn't sore, though taking my morning poop felt different in what I knew
was a temporary slippery aftermath to all that action, which I found really
funny as I remembered again what had all gone in there, but there was a
deep muscular soreness all around my ass, between my cheeks, at the tops of
my thighs, outside and around my whole backside.  Ed was right, I'd worked
muscles that hadn't been worked before, and as I clenched my ass muscles
together, the sore feeling mixed with the fresh memory made my cock leap to
attention again.  I got some lotion from the bathroom, shut my door, laid a
towel across the top of my low dresser, then watched myself jerk off in the
big mirror that ran across the back of the dresser.  My dick wasn't really
bigger, was it?  My balls weren't hanging a little looser, were they?  I
squeezed and stretched my balls down hard with my left hand held backwards,
then stroked furiously with my right while watching it all in the mirror.

I expected my jizz to shoot across the towel, as I'd done lots of times
before, but most of it shot all across the mirror.  That was as powerful a
jizz as I had ever shot, ever, and just might have been the most power and
most distance, ever, and I felt strong.  Dick strong.

I squeezed the last of it up my lotion covered dick, the head looking
maroon and hard as I squeezed.  I liked how it looked as I looked down at
it, and again as I looked at it in the mirror, like it was someone else's.
I wiped the come and lotion off with the towel, then leaned way over and
licked the dripping lines of jism off the mirror.  I had never done that
before, and smiled at the funny wicked feeling I had while doing it.  I had
now tasted, drunk, slurped and swallowed Ed's come, Cale's jizz and
Mr. Miller's cock cream.  It had all happened very fast, and I was still a
little come drunk.  My own spurts would do for now, I thought, as my tongue
followed the line of translucent white up and across where it had landed.
I opened my eyes and watched myself, and let the goo linger as I watched my
young man face lick come off my young man lips...

This was all still so new, and I was so excited by every bit of it.  The
steaming physicality.  The almost comical wickedness that still seemed
natural and wholesome, just... wicked.  The camaraderie.  The sense of
being in the club, in the know.

Saturday was a busy work day at the hardware store.  There were knowing
grins from the guys, and a rough yet friendly bark from Miller that last
night was all fun and games but today was work.  Work!  And that was it.
There was no heading to the bathroom except to piss, no sneaking around the
back to peep at anyone.  It really was business and the work of the
hardware store, hub of the town.  The difference was that we were all now
part of a secret society in the best tradition of secret societies, and I
had not only been initiated, I had triumphed and was welcomed in as a full
equal to all.  Every time I clenched my sore butt muscles over the weekend,
the energy shot right to my cock and balls, and I had a smile that just
wouldn't quit.

Wipe the grin off your face and stock those shelves Miller barked at one
point, but the smiles stayed on.

There was a moment on Saturday that threw me a little, when Jerry and Jack
Moulton, my neighbors whose parents had suggested I apply at Miller's,
stopped in to pick up some miscellaneous materials for a back yard project.
Jerry went to my school and was two years older and two grades ahead of me,
and Jack was a senior at Cheshire High, having switched over there because
the sports teams were better at Cheshire, and he was a natural athlete.

Hows it going?  Jack asked through his regularly beaming smile and I told
them it was going very well, and clearly meant it.  Jerry piped in that he
was going to be a summer boy at Miller's as soon as school let out and that
we'd be working together.  Jack said he'd been a summer boy a few years
earlier, and I told him how great that was, and that it was like we were
all in the Miller's Club.  Jerry and Jack were both good friends as well as
neighbors, and I was genuinely pleased that Jerry would be working with me,
as opposed to any number of unknowns.

That night I lay in bed and thought about Jerry and Jack, and all the other
grown up former summer boys who had been saying hello all week.  Did any of
them have the same experiences as I'd already had as a summer boy?  Did
most of them?  Did ALL of them?

I jerked my dick in long steady strokes and then threw my legs over my head
to shoot down into my mouth.  I didn't strain to get my cock into my mouth,
just pushed far enough to be able to tongue the tip and cock slit.  I
wondered if all my guy classmates jerked off.  I was sure that most and
probably all of them did.  They had to.  I wondered how many of them liked
to shoot come in their own mouths and push further to try and suck their
own dicks.  I bet every single one of them had at least tried it once, and
I bet most of them did it regularly, like me.  I opened my mouth further
and stuck my tongue out low as a stream of hot jizz popped out of my dick
head and flew into my mouth, then uncurled slowly, licked the shot that
missed off my lips and chin, and fell fast asleep.

Monday during gym class I decided I wasn't going to work so hard to hide my
nakedness while I changed into my gym suit, while I entered and exited the
showers, while I washed the sweat from myself, and while I dried off.  I
knew I wasn't going to make any sort of spectacle of myself, but I wasn't a
kid any more, and I wasn't ashamed of my cock or my balls.  My sparse hair
seemed a little fuller since before the break.  My cock and balls felt more
manly, even if everything was in reality almost exactly the same.  I knew
it was different.  I had become a man since the last time I'd been in this
locker room.

Sure enough I changed out of my clothes facing towards the bolted down
bench in the center of our row of lockers, and pulled my jock and my shorts
on without turning away.  I even reached into my jock after I pulled it up
and adjusted my dick.  It wasn't a great slow motion show.  It was just
natural and unafraid.  After class I undressed partly turned away, but held
my towel only half modestly in front of me while walking confidently into
the showers, instead of having it tightly wrapped and rushing in and out.
I let the water run hot and ran my hands all over me to really get the
sweat off, and dared to rub soap around my cock and balls while I stood
with my head back to the shower, letting the water run through my hair and
letting anyone who wanted get a quick eyeful.

Again, this wasn't a slow motion show, or lewd, just me being a man.  As I
dried off in front of my locker, I could see Theo Denton staring at my cock
while I dried my hair.  I admit it was half hard now, but only he could see
that it was at all puffed up.  We were at our regular assigned lockers at
the far end of the row, and I was smiling as I got dressed.  He was, too,
and dressed facing me.  I dared to look right at it for a moment.  Either
his dick was a little bigger than mine or he was getting a little cock rush
in there like I was.

At the end of school I walked to the library to get started on a major
project given to us that day, and pulled a pile of books to begin my
research.  The library was one of those places where I'd stolen glances at
all sorts of dicks over the years, straining my eyes sideways, not daring
to turn my head even a millimeter while I pissed and they pissed, then
hurrying out.  Today when I have to piss, I thought, I'll take my time.
I'm a man.

I was sorting through a mountain of information and making notes in my
notebook when I finally admitted I had to pee, which I'd had to for awhile,
and I headed to the bathroom right after a well dressed gentleman with a
briefcase entered just ahead of me.  Fellows that well dressed were usually
associated in some way with the university, and his presence didn't seem
unusual.  He had just set his case against the back wall and was starting
to face the urinals as I entered and almost sauntered up to the next one.
My dick plopped right out and I stretched it once and let a stream go.  He
unzipped his slacks and pulled out a normal, handsome grown up cock,
stretched it forward two long pulls, and a stream shot out.  We were both
holding our cocks in exactly the same way and both stretched them again and
shot out a last few squirts.  I was straining my eyes to really see it and
turned my head a little, finally, to look at it more clearly.  That simple
act felt like a cock revolution.  I actually dared to turn my head, just a
little, nothing too obvious, and look at another dick without just
straining my eyes sideways.  We both stretched again and shook them a
little, but neither of us put our cocks away.  My heart was pounding and I
started to shake a little like I had with Mr. Miller.  My cock instantly
started to bulge, and the gentleman's dick was growing as well as both of
us started to stroke and stretch them.  I'd turned my head to look right at
his cock, which was growing and growing, and looked up at his face.  He was
smiling, a handsome smile on a handsome face.  Friendly.  Warm.  I smiled
back and I watched his eyes go right back to my cock, now fully hard and
getting pumped between my finger and thumb.

He turned more towards me, put both hands on his hips and leaned back a
little which pushed his man cock out a little more in my direction.  My
left hand just instinctively reached out and gently grasped his meat,
holding it, cradling it, then squeezing it and pulling it towards me in
firm strokes.  It was soft and plenty hard, and very warm to the touch.  My
hand was holding it underneath with my thumb hooked over the top and
stroking it towards me as he reached into his pants with his left hand and
pulled his balls out for me to play with at the same time.  His cock hairs
were black and gray and white, all mixed together.  I looked at him and
went to bend down to get a closer look, or maybe even lick the tip, and he
said, quietly, No, step in here.  He walked calmly into the stall and took
his case with him.  I followed and sat on the toilet staring at his cock as
it pointed at my face.  I noticed he placed his satchel so that no one
coming in could see his feet, which made me smile, and I took hold of his
man sized cock with my right hand again, fingers across the top and thumb
underneath, and started to slowly jerk it off.  My left hand cupped and
played and oh so gently stretched his balls and ballsack.  They were real
hangers, and I was fascinated by them.  Just like my first cock,
Mr. Miller, I rocked and jerked, my mouth just naturally opening wide then
wider as I moved, my tongue leaning further and further out.  I looked up
at this man with the pleasant demeanor and beautiful dick and smiled,
jerking his meat towards my mouth as we looked into each others eyes for a
moment, his smile as wide as mine.  Then I leaned forward a little and his
hips rolled forward at the same time, and his dick head made solid contact
with my lolling tongue and extended lips.  I broke eye contact and leaned
back to look at his handsome cock again while I continued to pull and jerk
it, then I just swept down on it, mouth wide and tongue furiously busy.

This was brand new to me, even though I'd sucked off Mr. Miller through the
stall wall at work.  This was much, much freer... me, and another man,
together with his cock in my mouth, and me working on it like a hungry
animal.  At first he just leaned back with hands on hips and let his
midsection roll with my motions.  Then I felt his right hand run through
the hair above and behind my right ear, gently pulling me as he pumped a
little.  As he seemed to be speeding up, I pulled off him a little and
looked up again, my lips stuck way out around his cock head while jerking
his beautiful dick off into and against my mouth.  I wanted to feel the
come shoot right into my mouth the way I liked to drink my own jizz at
home.  I wanted to feel the actual shot as he came.  He seemed to get it
and went back to leaning back, cock thrust forward, hands on hips.  I
jerked furiously and felt him almost shudder from head to toe as I was
rewarded with a jet of come right to the roof of my mouth and back of my
tongue.  I followed with some furious long sucking strokes, and it felt
like my new friend was about to collapse as he grabbed my shoulders for
support.

His knees were jelly but I kept sucking, knowing how great the moment feels
right after you come, and wanting to suck this meat tube dry of all the
juices it had to give.

I slowed down, but was still little reluctant to let it fall out of my
mouth.  I could feel it shrink, dramatically, and I stretched my head back
while sucking a super strong suck, then let it out with a pop.  We smiled
at each other, huge toothy grins, and he whispered Thank you as he zipped
up and stepped out of the stall and back into the library.  I stayed long
enough to jerk myself off, another powerful come, then checked in the
mirror as I stepped out to make sure there wasn't any jizz on my face.  I
had a smile that was so wide I almost laughed out loud, and suddenly had
the wickedly funny thought that I could probably do all that again a dozen
times, right here, right now.

Wednesday gym class was a new problem, one that I should have seen coming.
With the thought of all the guys having had a discreet, quick look, and how
at least one friend had responded subtly in a similar way, I was half hard
going into the locker room and was afraid I would show a full boner as I
pulled off my pants and underwear.  I turned more towards the wall again as
I changed, and sure enough it was all I could do to get my jock on before I
was fully hard.  As my dick disappeared in the top of the jock, I glanced
quickly towards Theo.  I wasn't that ready to put all my cards on the
table, and I didn't want to get teased as 'boner guy' or anything like
that.  Theo was standing in a way that only I could see, and he was pulling
his jock up and over a fully hard dick!  He wasn't too slow, and he wasn't
too fast about it.  I looked right at his cock filled jock, and he stuck
his hips forward to make it look bigger, then we both pulled our shorts on.
As I tied my sneakers I thought about how it looked and decided it looked
just about like mine.  Same length, same thickness, same good, well defined
head, same color pinky purple tan.

Afterwards, in the shower, I kept my towel around me and set the water at
barely warm under the further shower head, knowing that cold water makes a
hard cock shrink.  Theo took the shower head next to mine.  We were both
facing away from the other kids, who were mostly running in and out so fast
and making so much noise that we didn't raise an eyebrow.  I looked at
Theo's cock and it was easily three quarters hard.  He was looking at me
and smiling a goofy sort of boyish grin, and I looked at him very alarmed
and said, quietly but unmistakably, Make the water colder.  Now!

He did, and I stepped out to get dressed.  We didn't say a word, and this
time I was looking right at his cock as he dried and got dressed.  He could
see that I was watching, and took just a second or two to work it with his
towel.  I finished and smiled and hurried out.  This was dangerous play,
and I wanted things to be more in control from this point on.

I headed back to the library for the first time since Monday, and was
shaking a little with anticipation, thinking I might see my gentleman
friend.  Maybe this time he would suck me dry.  I hoped so.  When I finally
went to the bathroom, I was followed in by a teenager about my age,
certainly almost exactly my height and build, except his hair was bright
red.  Like I had on Monday, I pulled out and pissed at the same time he
did, and when we both hesitated about putting our cocks away just for a
moment, I dared to turn my head a little and look.  His forearms were
covered in red freckles, and his cock was much paler and whiter than mine,
more of a pinky red at the tip and definitely thicker.  We were both as
still as statues, except I was shaking again just a little.  Statues or
not, both our cocks were growing in our hands.  I dared to make the first
move and stretched and shook mine again, like I had just finished peeing
again, except this time I was clearly three quarters hard.  He did exactly
the same thing, and in an instant both of us were completely hard.

This time, after it was clear we were both basically jerking off together
slowly, I turned towards him and put my hands on my hips.  Sure enough, his
smile got even wider and he reached out and took my dick in his hand.  I
wanted to feel his and I reached for it.  He turned more towards me to
accommodate.  There we were, two regular guys, me 13 and him maybe
14. pulling gently but firmly on each other's cocks and grinning from ear
to ear.  I motioned towards the stall and started to move in that direction
and he said, quietly, I have a better place.  Follow me.  His eyes were
alive with a sort of electrified glee, and I imagined I probably looked
just as excited.  I followed him down the hall to the big reference area,
always much grayer and quieter than the rest of the library.  The stairway
in the corner led up to a big mezzanine where no one ever went.  Nobody on
the first floor could see anyone in the stairwell, I could tell that in an
instant, so we went to the top where we could see but not be seen, and
could hear if anyone approached well before they got to us.  I'm Robby he
beamed through a frothing sea of bright red freckles as we sat down on the
top step, his hand going right to my bone and squeezing it through my
pants.  I'm Barry I said, smiling , and did the same with his.  He looked
very familiar, but I wasn't sure where from.  We live in the same
neighborhood, he said.  I've seen you at the ball park, and riding bikes.
I live in Oak Hill, on the up hill.  I grinned and told him I lived in Oak
Hill , too, on the down hill.

We got quiet, both of us mashing each others dicks through our pants, then
Robby leaned closer to me and asked in a quiet but excited whisper, Did
anyone ever suck your dick?  I couldn't believe he would come right out and
ask that kind of question.  Yeah, sure, I said through my grin, Did anyone
ever, y'know, suck you?  I was really working his cock through his pants,
and both of our eyes were as wide as saucers.  Sure, he said, then even
quieter, he asked, Did you ever suck anybody's dick? and I hesitated for a
second.  I was so excited and all this seemed so natural and so right, and
we were both leaning in so tightly to each other and our voices were so so
quiet, and we were both squeezing each others dicks so intensely, yet I
chickened out for a moment and said, in an excited whisper, Have you?  Yes,
he whispered as he squeezed me extra hard.  Want me to try it on you?  Want
me to give you a suck job?

A 'blow job' I whisper-laughed.  Its called a 'blow job' as I let go of his
dick and leaned back on the top stair.  Robby unbuckled and unzipped my
pants, and as I wriggled just a little he got them down enough to pull my
glorious dick out, hard as its ever been.  Are you ready? he said as he got
himself in position on his knees a step below.  I nodded and pushed my cock
up just an inch towards his face.  He wasted no time as his mouth opened
and he practically fell forward on it and just started to suck it, and he
was good at it.  I was already so worked up and excited that it was barely
a minute and my breath started to pant and quicken.  My hips bucked just a
little and I shot a load into his pile driving mouth.  He froze for a
second, and his thumbs dug into my thighs just a little as a quick
succession of spurts flew into his mouth, then he resumed more slowly and I
was in come heaven, practically swooning with the physical ecstasy of it.

The whole scenario was a thrill in its crazy, funny sex wickedness, and was
also just the most amazing game we were suddenly playing.  A new game, a
new sport, and I was good at it!  As Robby lifted his head and looked up at
me, even redder than he was before.  I smiled and he smiled back, both of
us very happy, and a little giddy with the moment.  He sat up next to me
again on the top stair and I reached over and squeezed his dick again.  He
leaned back on his elbows and I whispered, quiet as could be through my
smile while I looked in his eyes and kneaded his cock, Would you... ah,
could I... uh, would you like me to...  you know...  suck you?  The last
words came out so quietly, little more than breath, that you'd think I'd
never done any of this before.  Still, it all felt brand new and was as
exciting as if it was my first time.  Did you ever suck a dick before? he
whispered, eyes still bulging with excitement.  Yes, I whispered, just last
week was the first time, but lots of times since then!  He undid his pants
and slid them down enough for me to get to work.

I looked at his cock and it was definitely fatter than mine, the pinkish
red head was a little bigger and had more of a ski jump slope to it.  There
was come dampness at the slit, and I pushed my thumb hard up the whole
length of it, then leaned in to lick the ball of precome that formed.  What
should I do when its time to come? he asked.  I looked at him not
understanding the question and said, Just come, I guess!  I was smiling as
I lowered my face down onto his cock, on my hands and knees on the first
step below the top as he sat, leaning back flat on the landing.  It was
just pressing against the front of my face, then I rose up, opened my mouth
and leaned way over so the head would slip right into my waiting lips and
across my extended tongue, and then just went to town.  His breathing was
already harsh as I went up and down.  I loved gauging the width and the
length and the mass of it in my mouth.  I loved pausing and swirling my
tongue and lips around the head to really get a feel for the shape and
density of it.  It was a great dick and this was a wickedly cool place to
suck it.

His hands were suddenly on the top of my head, then more on the back of my
head as I kept the pace and even sped it up.  His dick, especially the
head, swelled up, and he went stiff laying there on the marble landing,
convulsing slightly, as a stream of come shot in with a surprisingly
powerful pop.  I pushed my face down further and the second shot was in the
back of my throat even as I was swallowing the first.  Immediately I
started going up and down again, and he made it clear that he was feeling
every bit of it as his hands tightened on my scalp, his body rigid.

As he relaxed a little I pulled the last of the jizz up his shrinking dick
and licked it off the tip of his cock, and looked at his face while I did
it.  He was smiling through a swoon, his chest heaving.  That was the best
blow job I've ever had, he said, beaming.  When can we do it again?
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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.  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