Holiday Surprise

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved

Bill stepped back, to stare at everything laid out on the table, as he fussed with positioning a knife here, a fork there. He was flushed as he tried to find any imperfection in the table’s layout. He smiled, realizing it was set, ready for his company and he thought about the huge turkey now roasting in the oven.

It was his first real Thanksgiving Dinner, in his new condo, and the smell coming from his little kitchen area was making his mouth water. Okay, maybe it wasn’t the smell of food that was making him salivate so much as it was that Dillon would be coming for dinner.

He had just met Dillon and already he was having him meet his friends, hence the dinner party. Staring at the table, he wondered what they would all say about his latest. It wasn’t like he was a tramp, but he did have a reputation for never sticking with any one person for longer than a month or two. Dillon might be the exception to that rule, as this would be their fourth month seeing each other.

And from how the other night had went, the sex certainly wasn’t becoming boring or stale. He rather enjoyed the time with his twink, as Nate called Dillon. Just because Bill was 26 and Dillon a mere 19 didn’t make Bill a cradle robber. He certainly wasn’t Dillon’s first, and while he was a typical horny teenager, they did other things too.

Okay, so they managed to watch other movies, not just porn, and yes, they never really did get to watch the whole movie before heading off to the bedroom, that didn’t make him shallow like Dianna intimidated. It simply meant that they enjoyed the physical aspect of their friendship a bit more than some of the more older folks did.

Truth was, his circle of friends were just jealous. They all wished they had stumbled upon someone like Dillon, who had charm as well as looks. Not his fault that he was built so perfectly, with a well defined body. Certainly not his fault that he had that blend of fine features with rugged lines that made everyone swoon when he looked at them.

Sure he had blond hair, wore it short but styled. Yes there was a streak of color that wasn’t natural, but it set off his face so nicely. The clear sparkling eyes, the small roman styled nose with thin pale pink lips were all highlighted by those tiny streaks in his hair. Carol and Debbie were just jealous that they couldn’t look as good with streaked hair. Besides, he just didn’t see Debbie in anything but her crew cut and butch look. Carol could have pulled it off, if she wasn’t such a catty bitch, or if her face didn’t seem constantly in a sneer.

Dillon wasn’t preppy either. He didn’t wear shirts with critters on the pocket. Sure some of the shirts were knitted, and yes they were all tight fitting, but why not? They helped show his well developed chest off, and the tight pants he wore certainly left little to the imagination. And around Bill, that bulge was always well defined. It was that which made Ken call him a ‘tart’. So the guy was aroused by Bill, like when did that become a crime?

Maybe he didn’t have the perfect body, and he had one or two imperfections. Still he wasn’t a dog. He might not have the most romantic eyes, or the perfect set of lips for kissing, or even the well aligned nose. It was crooked because of a few childhood altercations, like many others. Still, he wasn’t overweight, he was as tall as Dillon, and like Dillon, he was muscular. His legs were solid, not prone to flab, and his belly today was just as flat as when he was Dillon’s age. You could still bounce a quarter off it, and you couldn’t say that about Ken’s growing belly.

Just like Dillon, he enjoyed sex. His own bulge was not exactly small time either. He didn’t need to stuff socks down his pants, because when he was aroused, he held his own with those so called ‘big dick’ boys at the club. Dillon certainly wasn’t average, and maybe that it is more of what pissed Ken off, than anything. Ken was a bit challenged in that department, though he really shouldn’t be so worried about it. He was still a capable sex partner, but Ken seemed to always be making an issue of penis size.

The ring of the timer broke his thoughts, as he rushed into the kitchen to attend to another of his dishes. He could feel the stiffness in his groin too, as he couldn’t help but wonder what kind of evening it would be. His friends could be so catty at times, but he didn’t think they’d be that obvious. Least he hoped not, because in all honesty, he was more than just fond of Dillon.

While he was one of those working slaves in a big company, a nameless cog in the wheel of industry, Dillon was just beginning his journey into life. He was taking courses at the local college, while working part time in a local coffee house. It was where he had first met him, and as the saying goes, it was instant chemistry.

Stirring the mixture, he couldn’t help but remember that first time either. The way Dillon had been so open, so forthright. It was exciting and naughty, the way he had tilted his head, looking at Bill, then calmly asked if he wanted to suck him off. He had almost choked, the way Dillon seemed so casual, so matter of fact about it.

All he could manage had been a sort of emphatic nod, and a cough. The answering smile however had really surprised him. It just made Dillon look so alive, so radiant, that he felt like dropping to his knees right on the spot. Course that wouldn’t do, as they were in the coffee house, but he rather toyed with the idea.

The fact was, Dillon seemed to want it as much as Bill did. He was surprised but pleased, when Dillon told him he could come to the back with him, to find that fresh bag of coffee beans. Nifty little excuse that didn’t seem to fool the other staff member behind the counter. While he hadn’t tweaked to the meaning himself, he had felt like he was on some cloud, as he followed Dillon into the back.

He took him past the stainless steel counter, the gleaming fridges and into a dark storehouse. There were sacks of unroasted coffee beans all over the place, and Dillon merely had taken his hand and turned as he came to a sack with nothing else on it. He sat down on it, smiling up at Bill, and then laid Bill’s hand on his crotch.

It was an amazing feeling really. The way his hand felt the pulsing of the cock underneath the dark pants. The way the rooms dim lights made it all seem so forbidden, so exciting was unreal. His heat had quickened, and his surprise had immediately turned to lust as he moved his hand over the hard crotch. The way Dillon had leaned back, opening his legs just a little, to further entice Bill.

To say he didn’t waste any time in undoing the young man’s pants, and pulling out his cock would be an understatement. He had that huge cock sticking up and out in no time. His hand held it firmly at the base, as he lowered his body onto his knees, and his head over the hard pole. He could see the small precum on the tip, and licking it quickly gave Dillon a start, as well as making him smile in delight.

It didn’t take him long either, to have that entire cock in his mouth, or to feel it jerking as he held it tightly with his hand and lips, moving up and down in an increasing pace. The taste and scent of the young man mixed with the aroma of green coffee beans. The scent of burlap sacks, mixed with the heady aroma of the boy’s crotch that made Bill giddy. His head was light headed, and unbelieving, as he kneeled on the cold floor, sucking on a Dillon’s dick.

That first encounter was just sex, nothing else. He still could recall how Dillon moaned, how he threw his head back as he nibbled on the cock, at how he had taken one ball into his mouth, sucking it and licking it, before taking the other testicle into his mouth, repeating the process. He could still feel his hands twisting the strands of hair on his head, as he pulled on them, as his body grew tighter, hotter.

Every hair that seemed to stand up on his groin, as his nose would dig into the soft flesh, how it would move to his breath, all were locked into his memory now. Even as he stirred the goop in the pot, he could see those tiny hairs moving as his nose buried into the flesh. How the voice from above moaned so softly, and how he could see the rippling muscles of the stomach move, as his tongue would lick at the throbbing vein underneath the cock shaft.

Bill could still taste that pre cum, the prelude to an ejaculation he had never imagined possible. The way Dillon had held his head, had let his fingers dig into his fleshy shoulders, while he sucked and licked at his cock, was something he wouldn’t forget. The way the young man moaned, the way his legs tightened up just before he unleashed his milk into Bill’s mouth, all were etched in vivid detail on his memory.

Even now, he could smell him, feel the power in his hands as he held Bill’s head down, as his body bucked and his hips forced his groin upward, to meet Bill’s lowering face. How he crushed his groin into his face, while pressing down hard on the back of Bill’s head, all was recalled, while he stirred the rice.

The force of his ejaculation had nearly made him stagger backwards. The way his groin had crashed upwards into his face, how hard the hands pressed his head down, all combined to make it a blow job beyond any he had ever experienced before. The way the cum had suddenly been flowing, filling not just his mouth, but his throat before he could even think about swallowing, had been amazing.

Bill could still taste him, or at least recall the memory of that first taste. The sort of sweet salty taste had suddenly filled his entire mouth, and drops were dripping out from the corners of his mouth, before he swallowed the first offering. He had to remain calm, as he swallowed several times, desperate to not let any of the precious fluid escape. It tasted so good, that it made him tremble a little, eased the cramp feeling in his legs.

The heavy panting breathing was not just from Dillon, but from him as well. He held the cock in one hand, feeling it quiver, as it shot load after load into his mouth. The cries were muted, but seemed loud in the enclosed stock room. He could hear the beans shifting as Dillon squirmed on the sack, as more of his milk was emptied into Bill’s mouth.

The smell of his cum was slowly filling his nostrils, as the last drops were licked off the cock. He pulled back, but didn’t release his hold on the drained cock. He let it slowly come free of his lips, then he leaned back in, licking at the head, twisting his tongue around the swollen head, then underneath the cap. He felt Dillon tremble, felt the tremors racing up and down the young man’s body, as he licked at the underside of the cock, then at the base. He licked the balls, then back along the shaking cock.

When it was all over, and he was leaning back on his haunches, he saw the grateful look in Dillon’s eyes. The way that he stared at Bill was something he would always treasure. When finally they were no longer panting, their chests weren’t heaving from the quick tryst, Dillon pulled his pants up and reached into his pocket.

He pulled out a pen and card, writing on the back. Handing it to Bill, he urged him to call him later, and then he leaned forward, pulling Bill’s face upwards, and kissed him firmly and fully on the lips.

That was the beginning of what became constant meetings, ending in wild sex. It led to more encounters, and to the point where now a night didn’t go by without the two of them meeting. Four months later, and he thought it would be safe to introduce his ‘Dillon’ to the others.

The sound of the buzzer startled him, as he wiped the palms of his hands on his pants. His first visitors had arrived, as he rushed to the phone, to buzz them in.

‘Let the games begin’ he thought as he wiped the hands again on his pants. His pants were rather tented, as he opened the door, to see Dillon standing there, a bottle of wine with a pink ribbon in one hand, a box of Condoms in the other.

‘Not early am I?’ he said, as Bill stared at the rather large box of Condoms . Glancing up, he could see the mischievous grin across Dillon’s face, and he wondered how quickly he could get everyone out of the place.

Badge of Opportunity

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved

Tommy rather enjoyed his job, it had its moments of excitement, had its moments of utter boredom, but it was always different. He might be nearing 30, though you would never know it by looking at him. His hair was not buzzed cut, though not long either. His eyes were a cold steel grey, unless he was excited. Some of his past dates would see that they would appear like they were smoking, which always gave him a chuckle.

He enjoyed the lifestyle he had, being single, being able to move around, not have to sit behind some desk shuffling papers. Plus, he was in a place that changed every day, every minute really. Walking his daily path, he saw some regulars, but for the most part everyone he came across was new, different.

His job was simple. To patrol the upper concourse of the Airport, keep an eye on the various people rushing around with luggage and others. It was his responsibility to keep them all safe, from each other, and from those who wanted to do them harm, simply because they could. It was that constant awareness that danger was just around the corner, was potentially the next person walking towards him, that made danger his constant companion.

The Airport wasn’t what you would call a hub. It was busy, as most where, but not crazy like say JFK or Dulles or Heathrow for that matter. He had gone through Heathrow, on his way to a course for his company. Being chosen to be one of the handful to get that privilege had given him a real sense of accomplishment, not to mention some new experiences.

He liked the job, as he walked past the lockers, checking to make sure none of the people hanging around were up to anything. Thefts from those lockers was on the increase, but no one was near enough to warrant his attention. Moving along, he kept his head swivelling around, looking for the signs that someone was up to something. To keep his eye open for those who appeared nervous, or acted strange when he was spotted.

Tommy knew all the signs, including a few his supervisors weren’t aware of. One of which was to see the steady stream of men going to one particular Men’s Restroom. He always knew where to look, who to follow when the mood was on him, as it was now. His eyes were looking for the signs, for the one who would make him take a slight detour in his regular patrol.

He often wondered how passing travelers knew where to go, or what the signals were. Some he figured were standard signals all over, but how did someone from clear across the country, know which concourse to go to, which hallway and which of the many restroom’s, was the ‘restroom’. It always amazed him, when he would see someone, know instantly where they were headed, and when he followed, sure enough, he had been right.

Asking never got him anywhere, as everyone just said that they had heard about it, or had chanced unto it. His trained eye knew differently. Some had passed other restrooms, so it couldn’t just be happenstance. Yet that is what they all said. Course you had to be careful, as it wasn’t 100% certain that people using it were there for any other purpose than having a need for a restroom.

Out of the corner of his eye, Tommy spotted what had to be a likely candidate. He stopped to have a quick hello with one of the Airline Ticket Agents, as he watched the younger man look around, then head towards the far reaches of the concourse. Picking up his gait, he followed from behind, taking note of the young man’s dress, his shoes and everything he could.

The man turned down a narrow pathway, and Tommy smiled, as the only two rooms down there were restrooms, one for men, one for women. He waited a few minutes, and then entered the Men’s Restroom. There was no one else there, and only one stall was in use.

The young man was no where to be seen, and Tommy smiled. He could see the shoes and they were exactly what the other man had been wearing. He waited, listening, and then reached behind the door, pulling out the sign that was stored there by the maintenance staff.

Quickly he opened the door and hung the sign out and upon closing it, he turned the inside lock. It made a loud clicking noise, as the bolt engaged. Now, he turned around, knowing they wouldn’t be disturbed. A trick he had learned from one of his courses, to insure there were no surprises.

Tommy stepped into the stall next to the one occupied. He sat down, and spread his legs outwards, so that his foot was just crossing under the dividing wall, and waited. His heart was beating a bit faster, as he saw the dirty top of the young man’s runner slide over a bit, then rest near his own black shoe. In that moment, he knew he had been right, and now it was just a matter of time.

The runner moved closer, pressed a little harder, and he returned the press, moving his own foot towards the other stall. Back and forth for a second or two, and then stillness. He could hear the other man’s heavy breathing, as he felt the excitement building. He knew that his appearance would scare him, at first. It sort of was part of the game, which only added to his enjoyment.

He watched, as something fell to the floor, near his foot, and he waited. Then a hand appeared, as if searching for the fallen tissue, and it touched the edge of his pants, then his ankle. Tommy felt his heart skip a beat, then he held his breath as the hand moved up his leg a little. The hand brushing it, not fully clasping it or caressing it. Just a casual touch, a nudge. He moved his leg closer, against the hand, signalling his acceptance.

The hand moved up his leg, as he reached down to let his touch the fingers. He felt the jolt, felt the other struggle with the sudden touch of flesh on flesh. He had guessed right, as he too felt the excitement building. Soon, he thought, as his fingers played lightly with the young man’s tapered fingers. The nails were cut short, as he felt them seeking more contact with his own.

Tommy saw the stall divider shake a bit, which made him lean closer to it. He knew the other man was resting his head against it. He put his own head up against the wall, and then he heard the soft voice letting him know that the door was unlocked. It was the invitation he had been waiting for.

Moving away, he let his hand give one last little touch, before he stood up and opened his own door. He walked over to the other stall, and pressed his hand on the door, to swing it open. It moved freely, and as he opened it wide, he saw the head lift up to stare up at him. The eyes bulged open as they spotted his uniform, the badge on his chest. Panic was reflected in the eyes, as he stepped inside, and closed the door behind him.

He stood in front of the man, and stared. He could see the lips quivering from fear, the eyes darting around as if to find a back door or some other way of escape. He let himself smile, as he reached down and undid the buckle on his belt. The sound making the darting eyes suddenly focus on his crotch, as he intended it to.

He let the belt flop open, then he undid the button, allowing the zipper to open a bit. Tommy took another step closer, as his hand rubbed his crotch, pulling the zipper down even more. His eyes never once left the other man’s face, one that looked confused, yet excited despite the obvious fear.

The man had one of those spiked type haircuts. Lots of gel or whatever that made various strands appear to be standing upright. His hair was short, but it was the eyes that made Tommy’s heart skip a beat or two. They were so blue, so colourful and intelligent looking too. The nose was slim and matched his thin looking face, and lips. He could see the man’s desire too, reflected in his eyes, and how they were glued to his open crotch.

Tommy smiled as he pushed his pants open, to show off his bulging crotch. The man licked his lips as Tommy ran his hand over his pole, its long shape clearly visible under his briefs. His hand pushed it and stroked it lightly, before he took it away and pushed his pants further down his frame, so they rested by his knees.

He leaned out with both hands to take the young man’s face between them. The eyes looked up, as Tommy stared down, a thin smile on his own face. The man then dropped his eyes to stare at Tommy’s groin. His hands moved up to rest on the exposed thighs. His touch gave him a slight thrill, that made his legs twitch a little.

Pulling the head towards him, he sucked in his breath, as the young man willingly moved inwards. He felt his hot breath over his groin, as the young man’s hands reached around, to grip his legs. The fingers dug into his flesh, as he felt the man’s mouth suddenly move inwards. He buried his face into Tommy’s crotch, his teeth nibbling at the throbbing pole. He heard himself moan as he put his hands outwards, one on each side of the stall.

He pushed his groin forwards, rubbing his crotch harder into the young man’s face. It made the young man grunt, who then reached up and around with his hands, to yank at the underwear, while his mouth still licked and nibbled at his throbbing cock. Tommy swung his hips a little, enticing the man further.

In a second, his shorts were pulled down, and his cock was free. The instant it popped free, a hand reached out and grabbed hold of it at the base. The fingers wrapped around and held it firmly, as the mouth now hovered just over the head. The tongue licked out, and as it touched his cock head, Tommy felt himself tremble.

The raspy edge of the tongue moved lightly over the skin, barely touching it. He felt his whole body tighten, his muscles grow taut, his nerves tingle, as the tongue lightly ran over his cock head, then underneath to lick at the underside. His hands pressed harder against the walls, as he struggled to control his racing emotions. His breathing was rapid, as the man licked his cock all the way down towards his dangling balls.

The edge licked at his sac, then the hand pushed the cock upwards to his belly, while the nose pressed in between his belly and thigh. The tongue moved down his scrotum, licking at the leathery sac, until it found one of his testicles. He heard the noise, the sound of his testicle being drawn past the lips, into the young man’s mouth. He moaned a bit louder, as the tongue licked at the egg inside the sac, as the mouth sucked the skin, making the tiny hairs stick out and bristle.

His legs grew taut, the muscles coiled and stiffened, as the young man continued to suck on his balls. He let one go, quickly taking the other into the moist mouth. He felt his body shudder, as the man then managed to take them both at once. His eyes were firmly shut as he felt the nose pressing into his skin, felt the hand around his cock move up his shaft, then down, while his mouth sucked his balls.

When he let them go, he pulled back a little, his heavy breathing matching Tommy’s own ragged panting breath. Then the tongue flicked out, licking him just above the balls, just under the base of his cock. His whole body arched upwards a bit, his heart racing even faster.

It moved slowly up his shaft, licking at his throbbing vein, the blood rushing faster through his whole body. His cock was thickening, growing even harder. His eyes were seeing shadows behind his eyelids, as the man’s tongue licked up and around his cock head. The oozing pre cum was quickly licked up, the tongue lightly passing over his pee slit, making his whole body tremble.

Then the lips pressed against the cock head, slowly opening to wrap around. He felt himself shudder as the lips moved down, his cock head slowly moving into the man’s mouth. He could feel its warmth, feel the edges of his teeth rake across the sensitive skin of his cock head. He cried out a mumbled groan, as his cock was slowly enveloped by the man’s mouth.

The tongue licked at his underside, as his cock was taken slowly inside. He felt the cock head move against the soft wet flesh of the man’s cheeks, then push past, to rest on the gullet, then as the muscles relaxed, he felt his cock being allowed down into the throat. He moaned as he felt the warm saliva all around his cock. His body was shaking as the hands now held him firmly. The fingers digging into the soft flesh of the back of his thighs. They held him, as the head began to slowly move back and forth along his shaft.

Tommy could feel his control leaving, as his body began to move in time with the head. His body would arch forward, pull back, then forward. The head would move every now and then, twisting around to make his cock jerk. The slurping sound was driving him nuts, as he felt his body arching inwards, felt the teeth against his cock shaft as he pounded the young man’s mouth.

His breathing was more rapid now, his lungs ached from the lack of air, as he drove his cock deep down into the man’s throat. He could hear him gag a little, but he kept his lips tightly around Tommy’s cock. His hands continued to hold his legs. Every part of his body was tingling, his frame was quivering as the blood rushed inside. His mind was numb, as he felt his body taking control.

The ache in his balls became unbearable, as his buttocks clenched tightly, and suddenly he felt himself losing it. The rush from his balls, made his whole body tremble, as he yelled out, as his mouth hung open gasping for air and his hips drove forwards with all of his strength. The head sucking his cock was driven backwards by the force, and he could hear the man grunt, as his cock jerked inside.

His load came flooding out, he could almost hear the rush as it flew out of his cock head, and the young man gagged several times, as he swallowed quickly, desperate to take very drop of his seed. His body was shaking, as if he was having some sort of seizure. His eyes saw flashes of lights behind his closed eyelids, as he emptied his milk.

It was like his entire energy had been drained from his body, as he felt himself convulse, as the last of his milk dribbled out into the full mouth. The young man was still swallowing, but Tommy knew that some was escaping, as he felt it against his trembling groin.

He slowly sank backwards, his arms at his side, as he leaned against the stall door. His eyes flickered open, as he stared up at the ceiling, gradually letting the light filter in. Shapes were still fuzzy as he felt his heart pounding still, his pulse racing. Sweat coated his forehead, and he could feel the drops dripping off as he glanced downwards.

The young man was leaning back against the toilet, his own face showing his complete satisfaction, and exhaustion. The eyes were glowing, as he sat there, totally spent by the wild face fucking he had just had. His nostrils were still flaring slightly, as he too gasped for air. The rise and fall of his chest showing how much he had put into the effort, how much he had enjoyed the brief interlude.

Tommy pulled his underwear and pants up, doing his buckle up as he stepped forward. He looked down at the young man, smiling. Then he opened the stall door and looked at himself in the mirror. Adjusting a lock or two, he rinsed his face with cold water, and went to the main restroom door. He listened briefly, then undid the latch and opened the door. No one was around, as he took the sign off the door, and placed it back where it belonged.

He stepped out and began to once more assume his patrol, his eyes still glowing as he watched the myriad of passengers going every way possible. The beat of his heart was slowly back to its normal state, as he made his way over to the next level, wondering if he would have an opportunity to check out the other restroom along his beat.

After all it was a Friday, a busy time of the week for chance encounters. He smiled as he moved past the local Starbucks, noticing the grin from one of the workers there. He smiled back, knowing that Chuck would be off at 2, and waiting for him at the restroom he had just left.

Tommy did enjoy his work, and the perks that went with it, as he continued along his patrol. His eyes always looking, always searching.

Co-Worker

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved

Randy slammed his locker, the anger still burning inside from the dressing down he had just taken from his boss. It wasn’t fair, least he didn’t think it was, that he should be given the blame for what the new guy had done, or in this case, not done.

Okay, so he was the senior guy, hell he was the only other guy working in the fucking place. He had been there for over five years, and the new owner sure as hell wasn’t like the old owners. The guy was a total fuck up, lazy too boot. He expected Randy to do all the work, instead of helping him out, which is why he had hired this new kid, Sean.

It wasn’t that he objected to that either, because he had suddenly been thrust into doing the work of three, so the added help was appreciated. Plus, he had to admit that this Sean guy was cute. He was a dufus, dumb as hell, or so it seemed, but man was he fucking hot.

Randy though of himself as ‘okay’ and while he was about 5ft 10in, Sean was taller. More like six foot, and he was slender too, though not as skinny as Randy. He maybe had about 30 or so pounds on his 125 pounds, but it looked like all muscle.

Sean had long curly blonde hair, that hung down to just above his shoulders, while Randy’s hair was a dark brown, cut to just below his ears. Sean wasn’t stocky, plus he wore tight fitting clothes, jeans that showed one very interesting package, t-shirts that fit tight too, showing his nipples and pecs.

If Randy looked close enough, he could see the stomach muscles ripple, and his arms were firm looking, with tiny tufts of blonde fuzz on them. He wouldn’t call it hair, but it sure made him look sexy. The eyes were a deep blue, and always seemed to be sparkling. The mouth was thin, and always had a grin near the surface.

Watching him at his work bench was becoming nerve wracking. To see how his butt would move as he leaned over to one side to grab something, how they filled the jeans out so fully, always made Randy horny. Hell, it was like he would walk around all day with a hard on, thanks to Sean.

It wouldn’t be so bad, if Sean would ask him stuff, like how to do things, but he had just watched him for a few minutes, then figured he had it down. There was any emotion, in him. He seemed like he couldn’t give a shit if the stuff got to the customer in one piece or not, or if it was clean or not. Just not how he liked to pack stuff, but then too the Boss was no better. He was pissed, because that isn’t how he was brought up, and now he had to stay late, to try and show Sean how to do things.

The boss should be doing it, but hell he was off to some party, and Sean hadn’t looked thrilled either, considering it was a Friday night. More than likely he had some bar to go to, or chase some skirt. Course, if he was only family, it wouldn’t be so bad, but Randy doubted that. He was just too damn pretty to be gay.

Slamming his locker he stormed back out onto the floor, to see Sean leaning up against Randy’s work station. He had a sullen look on his face, but Randy couldn’t help but notice how his legs were spread apart, how it showed that fucking hot basket. Man he’d love to spend a few minutes unwrapping that package, to see just what was making the jeans look so full. Bet he had big balls too, he thought as he walked over to Sean.

‘Okay, guess we can start with inspecting the stuff before we start on wrapping it.’

‘Now? Shit man, how about something to eat first?’

He stared at Sean, realizing that his stomach was rumbling a little too. Dinner first would be a good idea, but he had left his wallet at home, plus it wasn’t like the idiot boss had offered to pay either.

‘Guess, if you want, I’ll wait if you want to run across and grab something.’

‘Aren’t you hungry?’

‘Bit, but I left my cash at home this morning, slept in.’

‘I’ll spot you if you want, hamburger okay? Coke & Fries?’

‘You sure? I mean I can’t get the cash to you till Monday, you might need it for the weekend.’

‘Nah, I can manage, nothing happening this weekend anyhow, parties don’t start till next weekend. So everything on the burger?’

‘Uh, no, just ketchup & mustard, and Orange soda, no fried either, if you sure you don’t mind.’

‘I am sure.’

He watched as Sean headed off to get them some burgers from across the street. It was how he stopped at the door, and after unlocking it looked back at Randy, that got his heart pounding a little. That and him saying that he didn’t charge much interest, that sort of made him grin, as he waited.

Looking around, he realized what a dump he was in. There hadn’t been time to sweep up or anything, and while he didn’t mind, it just irked him. His boss, Fred, had bitched him out for that too, which maybe is what had set him off. After all he was busy getting orders out, not like Fred did much of anything but sit in his office, yap on the phone to his friends. He could have swept up, and Randy had mentioned that too, which hadn’t gotten him anywhere. Fred said that an owner doesn’t sweep, that’s what he hires people for.

Still, you would think he would know better. If he wasn’t capable of putting together an order, least he could do was not expect his one and only staff to sweep and keep the place clean, as well as get the orders out. But now there was Sean, so maybe they could get the place looking half way decent, once they got the orders out.

The door opened, and he saw Sean coming back with the food. He really was a handsome looking guy. While he was just 19, and obviously a bit of a party animal, he looked so innocent at times. Yet from some of the things he had said, no way was he an innocent kid. Hell, there were some things he had talked about, that even he hadn’t experienced, and he was nearly 25. Almost an old fart, but not quite.

Randy had to admit, it was nice having someone else in the place. Least he wasn’t just a silent Sam, though at times he did seem like a chatterbox. But he didn’t care, because he enjoyed the sound of Sean’s voice. Plus, he did have a sense of humour, so it had made things pass quickly. Now if he could just learn to care about what he was doing, it would really make Randy’s life easier.

‘You think too much man’

Randy looked up, to stare at Sean. He couldn’t help but see those blue eyes, the way his nose fitted his face perfectly, the thin lips that made him want to just reach out and kiss.

‘Huh?’

‘You think too much, your burger is getting cold, besides you don’t want to spend the whole night here do you? Unless…’

He blushed, and took a bite of the hamburger. Sean had been right, he did think too much, but as he swallowed that first bite, he began to wonder about that ‘unless’ and looked up at Sean. He saw him staring at him, in a rather strange way. It was making him blush again, but it was also rather exciting too, to have someone like Sean staring at him.

‘Unless what?’

He noticed Sean’s eyes narrow, felt them boring deep into him, and yet at the same time he seemed nervous, unsure of himself, which really wasn’t Sean. He shuffled his feet, but his eyes never moved from looking right at him.

‘Unless you thinking of paying me the interest for getting you dinner.’

‘Interest huh?’

‘Yeah’

‘I don’t have any cash here, so uh, how could I pay you interest?’

‘Didn’t say anything about cash, now did I?’

‘Uh, no… guess not, I uh…’

‘You know what I mean, guy like you, you been around, bet you’ve used the same line too.’

‘Same line? Hey, I really don’t…’

‘Sure you do, no cash, then trade. Not like you didn’t think about it, right?’

He felt like somehow the conversation had gone in a way that made him nervous. Randy could feel some sweat beading up on his forehead, as he let his eyes glance towards the floor, but not before they took a quick look at Sean. They had seen the eyes focused on him, saw the lips pouting a little, but it was the eyes that had also made him check out his crotch.

They had that look, that hunger that he had seen in other guys, when they were on the hunt, when they were close to making the hook up. It was how he looked, when he was chasing some stud at the bar, which made him quiver a little. Was it possible that Sean was hunting him?

‘You saying you think I am queer or something?’

‘Hell no dude, I don’t think it, I know it.’

‘Yeah? How do you know?’

‘Easy man. 9 out of 10 times, you sporting a stiff cock, and it always seems stiffer after you check out my butt, so yeah, I know, and it’s cool man. I prefer dick to pussy, so what’s the big deal?’

‘You are Gay? I uh…’

‘Well I don’t broadcast it.’

‘I had no idea.’

‘Your [[Gaydar]] not working?’

‘Guess not.’

‘It’s okay, does Bozo know?’

‘Bozo? Oh, Fred? Yeah he knows, he’s okay about it, or so he says.’

‘He may say he is Bro, but he ain’t. You can see it in his eyes.’

‘You think?’

‘Yeah, but enough of that jerk, so how about it? You want to pay the interest or better yet, you got any Condoms on you?’

‘Huh? Condoms , no.’

‘Too bad, you could have paid the whole bill off if you did.’

‘Shit man, you serious? I mean you want me to…’

‘I’ll settle for a blow job, that’ll cover the interest’

‘Yeah right, come on man, you serious or just messin’ with me?’

‘I’d love to mess with you, you got a nice ass.’

“I do? Uh, thanks, yours is pretty hot too.’

‘Yep, and it loves cock too.’

He couldn’t help but laugh, and grin at Sean. The way he spoke, it was like being at the bar or with Trevor, his friend. There was no hiding the fact, that Sean was a typical teenager, that sex was something he took for granted. Maybe it was how he should be, but he was too much an introvert, to be so open about what so many didn’t even understand, let alone approve of.

As he turned his face upwards, he saw Sean stand up, saw him reach down and lift his t-shirt up and toss it over his head. His whole front was exposed to him, making Randy stare and gulp. He had seen good looking guys before, but to see that golden colored flesh, those deep red nipples, staring at him like that, made him suck in his breath.

His eyes were staring at him, he let one hand run up from his belly, to his nipples. The long tapered fingers moving slowly, capturing his full attention. He licked his lips as the fingers moved around the pec, around the firm nipple that jutted out from the circle of dark red skin.

Randy leaned back, his hamburger forgotten, as he just watched. Sean’s hand moved slow, up and down and there were moments where Randy was certain he could see the muscles rippling, as the flesh was pushed up or down. He had to admit, there wasn’t much fat on Sean’s body, and the flesh looked so soft, so inviting that he felt himself getting warmer.

His eyes followed the hand, and he could feel Sean’s eyes watching him. He watched as the hand began to keep moving down, to not go up as high as it did before. The hand would push under the pants, then be back up, caressing the belly, moving across the skin in a way that made Randy wish it was his hand.

Then the hand began to run along the edge of the jeans, and then over to push across the crotch. He saw the bulge move, shift to the press of Sean’s hands, as he just stared. He could feel his own body react, feel his own dick growing stiffer, as Sean’s hand moved around the belly button, around the pants button.

The sound of the button popping made Randy jump. His face jerked up and he could see the smile across Sean’s face. It made him look so handsome, so full of life that he couldn’t help himself. He smiled back as he stood up and walked over to where Sean stood.

He noticed the slight rise and fall of Sean’s chest as he got closer, Sean’s hand still holding onto the jeans, not letting them open until he got there. He reached out, looking up to see the desire being reflected towards him. The words he had said were true, he had used that line before, now it was being used on him, and he felt strangely pleased by it. His own grin seemed to please Sean, who leaned back on bench, one hand resting on the stool next to him, as Randy moved Sean’s other hand away from his crotch.

Kneeling down onto his haunches, not quite on the floor, he was level with Sean’s crotch. He breathed in deeply, smelling a mixture of man and fruit. It was a body wash soap that he also used, as he reached out, to unzip the pants. His heart was pounding as he let the pants open, then push them down to rest at Sean’s ankles.

Randy looked at the tight white shorts, seeing the long tube shaped outlined behind them. He saw the darker shape, knowing that Sean was certainly not lacking in the penis department. It looked and smelled fantastic, as he reached up with his hands, licking his lips. With both hands on the waist band, he stopped and glanced upwards.

He was going to ask him one more time, to be certain but the way Sean was looking down at him, he knew the answer already. Grinning he let his fingers take hold of the shorts, then push them down the lanky body. His eyes moved back to watch, as he saw the long tubed shaped object pop out from under the shorts.

He stared at it, enjoying its beauty, because in truth, he liked sucking cocks. It was one thing he knew he was really good at, and so far, no one had ever complained about his blow jobs.

Sean pulled the stool over, and shuffled forward then sat down on it. He let his legs spread apart, still constrained by his clothes around his ankles. He sat back, leaning against the work bench, as his cock jerked to and fro. It was a rather amazing looking penis, as far as Randy was concerned. He could see the criss crossing pattern of the veins, see their dark purple hue against the sort of deep pinkish color of the skin.

His mouth was dry, but eager to lean forward, to taste the cock. He looked up, saw the smile and shuffled himself closer. Randy felt the hand on the top of his head, as he stared at the cock, as his one hand moved up and circled the base of Sean’s  cock.

With one more glance up, he saw the eyes glazing over, felt the hand pushing on his head, as he let himself focus on the task of paying off the interest, for his hamburger that was half eaten. Licking his lips, he let the hand on his head guide him forward, until the hard cock was just in front of his mouth.

He kept his eyes open, as he slowly moved his head inwards, his lips brushing up against the cock head, the tremor making him shudder. He could feel it race along the pole, past his hand and deep into Sean’s own body. He felt the legs on either side quiver, felt them shake as he slowly opened his lips, gradually letting the hard cock move inwards. The tip of his tongue licked at the head, which made Sean moan.

Instead of taking the cock into his mouth, he suddenly gripped it tightly in his hand, then began to lick at it. His tongue darted out and around the head, tasting it and making it shake. He let his tongue lick down the underside, and then around the very base of it, the raspy edge of his tongue running across the pulsing veins.

Sean groaned at this, and suddenly Randy leaned in closer, and in one quick motion, he had one of Sean’s full balls deep into his mouth. He sucked on it, nibbling at it even with his teeth, which made the hand on his head grip his hair, twist it hard. He could hear Sean muttering, feel his body trembling as he let the one ball go, immediately licking at it before he swooped up the other testicle, sucking it into his mouth, like slurping up the last of a milkshake.

The sounds of his noisy sucking only made him more excited, and it seemed to arouse Sean as well. The hand on his head was pulling on him, trying to get him to take the hard cock, but he was stronger, he held back, licking at the scrotum, licking deep underneath, which only made Sean moan more. It made the hand tug harder too, as he knew that Sean was aching to cum.

His own hand reached down, to push at his own cock, that he could feel dripping into his shorts. There wasn’t time to pull it out either, as his own lust was growing with each flick of his tongue on Sean’s squirming body. He licked up, from just near the hole, back up to under the balls, then up over the sac, to the very base of the throbbing cock.

Randy let his tongue lick around the base, and then he once more licked at the underside of the cock. The edge of his tongue ran slowly up the shaft, across the pulsing vein where Randy could feel the blood as it flowed downwards. He could feel the skin burning, smell it even, as he licked up towards the cock head, where he then let his tongue circle the head, just under the cap.

Sean was moaning, begging him to suck it, to take it, but he let the tongue slowly move across the head, tasting the oozing pre cum that covered it. He let his lips press against the tender flesh, feel the head shake and jerk, as he held the throbbing pole steady. He kissed the head, then licked at the underneath again, and just as Sean was groaning, begging him, he swallowed the huge cock.

Randy felt the legs stiffen, felt the rolling tremors of pleasure that went racing up and down Sean’s spine. He felt the jolt himself, felt his own cock jerking in his pants, as he deep throated the cock, surprising himself as he took it all in one swallow.

The head was deep inside his throat, his muscles contracted around it, his eyes clenched shut as he felt his lips pressing up against the shivering groin. Sean’s pubic hairs tickled him under his nose, that was pressed deep into the side of the groin, as his the tip of his tongue flicked upwards, tickling the underside of the cock shaft.

His head pulled back slowly, then flew back down, then slowly up, then quickly back down. Sean was groaning constantly now, as his body was bucking, his hips were struggling to shove themselves upwards, to meet each downward push of Randy’s head. He felt the cock jerking from side to side, as he continued to deep throat the huge pole.

Red and blue dots were passing behind his closed eyelids, as he felt the body stiffen, felt the head retreating from deep inside, then as he pushed his head back down, twisting his face, he heard the scream, just as he felt the cock head come racing out and bury itself deeper into his throat. He felt the gush of cum as it came flying out, to travel a short distance into his stomach, before more washed back up his throat, filling his mouth with its pungent taste.

He swallowed hard, once then twice, then again and again as Sean continued to fill his mouth with his cum. The two hands held his head steady, refusing to let it pull back, as the cock gushed and gushed inside. He heard the heavy breathing, heard the cries of pleasure as the cock slowly began to stop its flow.

The hands grew limp on his head, as he slowly pulled back, his tongue raking the underside of the cock as it was released from his hold. He felt it shake, felt it tremble as it was finally let go.

He leaned back, feeling exhausted as if it had been him who had just spurted. His own breathing was ragged, shallow and painful as he looked up at Sean. He saw him leaning back, almost fully over onto his back, and he could see the chest still heaving. The firm nipples bouncing as the chest rose and fell quickly.

Sean had his tongue hanging out of his mouth, his eyes looked glassy as he tried to lift his head up, to look over and down at Randy. The hands were twitching, the thighs still shaking a little, as finally he managed to sit up, using his elbows to prop himself up.

‘If you fuck half as good as you suck, I am not bothering to get dressed to go buy some Condoms now.’

Randy laughed, as he let his legs spread out and leaned back against the leg of the table he was leaning up against.

‘Oh I fuck much better than I suck cock.’

‘Oh Christ, I gotta have proof. No way dude, no friggin’ way could you fuck any better than you suck… no way.’

Randy looked at Sean, laughing as he slowly stood up and stared over at the panting young man. ‘Oh you’ll find out later.’

Sean just stared, grinning and running his hand over his belly, as he looked at Randy.