Date: Sat, 1 Oct 2011 06:56:52 -0700 (PDT) From: Indian Horned Subject: The Checkout Counter-1 The first time Ryan noticed the man staring at him, he was busy helping an elderly lady at the checkout counter. It was a crowded time at the supermarket and he barely had time to register the man's attention. When the time came for the man to be helped, he noticed that the man was shorter than him, dark-haired, muscular and probably in his late-thirties. "Anything else, sir?" he said. The man hesitated a few seconds before he said, "Ummm, no." Then, he reached into his wallet, pulled out the credit card and handed it to Ryan. Ryan noticed that his name was Matt but the line was already way too long. When the man picked up his bag, Ryan couldn't help but noticing the wedding ring. The rest of the day passed uneventfully. Ryan made his way home after his shift only stopping briefly at the gym to work out. When he got home, he stripped off his clothes and looked at himself in the mirror. Having just turned nineteen, he was athletic and lanky, with a smooth muscular body, tousled blond hair and a sexy smile. "Not bad", he thought as he hopped into the shower. He cooked himself some steak, and opened a bottle of red wine that he had gotten from the store at a discount. One of the few perks of working in a supermarket. After he ate, he couldn't help but turn his thoughts back to the encounter at the supermarket so he poured himself a second glass, and stretched out naked on his bed with the wine and some salad oil at hand. He spent the rest of the evening polishing his glistening rod to five climaxes before he fell into an exhausted reverie. The next few weeks passed without incident although Ryan did see the man with a tall blonde once who he assumed was his wife. The next encounter was late at night when Ryan was working the graveyard shift, and the supermarket was deserted. The man popped in to buy a bottle of champagne, and even though he could check it out in the express lane, he made his way to Ryan's counter. "Anything else I can do for you, sir?" said Ryan with a smirk. The man had a glazed look on his face. He tried to say something but couldn't quite manage it. After a few seconds, he said, "You look like you workout a lot. What gym do you use?" Ryan told him the name of his gym which was not too far away but added that he also ran to keep fit, and had a set of weights at home. The man was tongue-tied but tried to keep the conversation going. "Anything else?" "Ummmm ... no." said the man hesitantly. "Would you like my number by any chance?" said Ryan with a grin. The man looked around in a little bit of a panic but Ryan just grabbed the credit-card receipt he had handed to him, and quickly scrawled his number on it. "Have a nice day, sir." The man stuffed the receipt into his pants, and scurried out the door. Ryan smirked and wondered if he would ever hear back from him. It was late at night a few days later when Ryan's phone rang. "It's Matt", the voice said, and Ryan instantaneously knew who it was. "You are very handsome. Can I meet you sometime?" "When?" "Can I come over tonight?" "Sure," said Ryan and gave him his address even as he wondered if he was going to see him or not. However, he was pleased. He hadn't gotten off in the last few days which was extraordinarily rare for him. He quickly stripped, and started lifting some weights to look even more pumped than usual. Then, he jumped into the shower to quickly clean off. He was in the shower when the doorbell rang. He quickly grabbed his towel, and wrapped it around him. When he answered the door, his hair was still wet from the shower and he was wearing nothing but a white towel. When Ryan opened the door, Matt's eyes went wide at seeing him in just the towel. Ryan beckoned him to come in. Matt was speechless. He found himself staring at the stud who was wearing nothing but a towel. Ryan shut the door behind Matt, and winked at him. He grabbed Matt by the shoulders, and pushed down. Wordlessly, Matt sunk down to his knees and was level with the white towel around Ryan's loins. Ryan just flicked the towel open, and it fell to the floor in a heap around his ankles. Matt's eyes went wide as he got to see Ryan exposed for the first time. Matt's thick cock looked disproportionately large on his lean lanky body. Without a word, Matt took Ryan's growing cock into his mouth. Soon it was engorged with the veins sticking out like Ryan's muscles. As he sucked on the stud's cock and rolled his tongue around the head, he found Ryan leaking precum like a faucet. He enjoyed pleasuring this stud and making him feel good. Ryan grabbed Matt's head and held it in a vice-like grip. The few days of not getting off were getting to him. Even though he didn't have a quick trigger, he was finding it hard to hold back against the talented service that he was getting from this man. Matt rubbed his hands upward towards Ryan's well-formed abs and then to his nipples which were the size of erasers. He tasted precum. The boy was ready. As soon as Ryan's nipples were being played with, he knew that he couldn't hold back any more and with a loud moan, he released his pent-up load. It gushed up fast and furious and Matt took it all down his throat. As he swallowed this stud's load, Matt rolled his tongue around the handsome boy's cock to give him some last bits of pleasure. Ryan's legs were vibrating as he found his cock was being pleasured, and he grabbed Matt and yanked him upward and looked at him in the eyes. "Hope you are not in a hurry." (If you liked the story, and want it to continue, send an email to indianhorned@yahoo.com.)