On My Own Soon
by Sean M.

     I got word a couple of weeks ago that I was up for a
promotion at work.  I will become the assistant manager of the 
grocery store I work at.  The Manager called me into work early 
Saturday morning.  He said he had a proposition for me and to 
come directly to his office.  Once I got to the store, I headed 
for his office. He looked up from counting the previous night's 
deposit and told me to close the door and have a seat.  I shut
the door quietly and sat down in front of him. 
     
     "Sean, you're a good worker, a fast learner and I have
confidence in you".  Mr. Frasier said.  "and as you may or may
not know, Ray is leaving us and moving to the store in Mobile". 
(Ray is the current assistant manager).  "I felt that since you
are really the only one I have faith in, I'd give you first stab
at the job".   
     
     My heart jumped to my throat and I saw the single bachelor
life staring me right in the face.  I didn't want to have to move
to Alabama with my Mom in the first place.  I quickly asked what 
kind of pay increase I would be getting and once I got an answer, 
I accepted. 
     
     I was to immediately begin training under Ray and had one
month to learn the ropes.  This was Saturday morning, April 16th,
just three days before my birthday.  What a great birthday
present.  I had heard through the grapevine that I was up for a
promotion but I was thinking more in lines of head stockguy. 
This really freaked me out.  After our meeting, we shook hands.   
         
         I raced home to tell my Mom the good news.  I think she
really wanted me to go with her to Alabama but knew deep inside,
I wanted to stay here in Pensacola.  She was happy for me and we
went out to dinner to celebrate.  I quickly called Dale and told
him the good news. I was a little worried that Dale may be
jealous that I got the job and not him.  Of course, he hated his
job at the store and wanted to find another one.  Plus, I didn't
think it was such a good idea to be fucking one of your
employees.  Especially one of the same sex.  Dale had a job lined
up at a record store and would probably be putting in his two
week notice anyway.  He and I have been trying to keep things
cool lately since I was pretty much packed and ready to head for
Alabama.  We had really been getting serious over the last month
or so and didn't want to have to say the dreaded goodbyes.  He
was a good friend and I wasn't ready to lose another one.   
     
     The next Monday, I began looking for apartments.  I found
one that was within my budget and can move in around the first of
May.  The lease will be up on our apartment we live in now at the
end of May, so everything is working out.   

     
     Today is April 26th.  Everybody I know has called asking if
I need a roommate.  The thought of having a roommate hadn't even
crossed my mind but the idea sounded great.  Really would put me
under budget.  I talked to Dale about moving in.  He said he
didn't make enough money.  He then suggested Drake.  Drake was
the friend of Dale's that we'd picked up back in March on the
side of the road.  He is very cute and much older.  He makes
decent money at a garage fixing motorcycles.  Drake had been
talking about trying to find someone to move in with and wanted
to get out from under his parent's roof.  He is twenty two and
looks alot like Keanu Reeves.  He has dark brown hair and eyes,
tanned and toned skin and a pretty good personality.  I called
him up and asked if he was still planning on moving out.  He said
he'd talked it over with his Dad and his Dad said he could in
July. So I'd be on my own for a month.  Things are going great. 
Dale and I drove over to the apartment complex I'm moving into. 
It's near my old high school and about a block from the
Sportsplex, which is great.  I will be in walking distance to
workout and will hopefully be able to do it more often.  The
apartment has a swimming pool and a sauna.  I plan on having the
time of my life with Fuck parties all my own.  Ever since I've
been writing about the year I was 15 and the times at Pornman's
house, I had been wanting to move out on my own and having my own
wild orgies.
     
     While Dale and I walked through the apartment, we made
sketchy plans on who we wanted to invite, what we wanted to do 
and ideas of things we wanted to do at the first party. 
     
     We were both getting woodies talking about what all we
wanted to do.  He asked if he could spend the night some nights
and I told him I didn't mind.  He said he wanted to take a shower
together cause he'd never gotten to do that with another guy.  I
was busy checking the cabinets and drawers while he kept coming
up with new ideas.  At one point he got quiet and when I turned
to see why he'd stopped talking, he had his shirt bunched up
below his chin and was wiping cum off his stomach.  He had really
gotten off on the idea of having a place to party...without
parents around.  My dick was hard too but the thought of jacking
off right then and there hadn't crossed my mind. 

     When I got back home, I began going through some of my
things. I found old letters from Shane <sob>, pictures of "the
gang"(Shane, Philip,  Mike, Hugh)at the beach, and alot of other
memories, both good and bad. Looks like a whole new episode was
about to start...or so I am hoping.  


April 28, 1994
     While going through my files on this ragged out computer, I
found a text file that I wasn't aware existed.  It was one Shane
had started and never finished.  It was dated 07-13-93.   It was
only about 1KB long and unfortunately incomplete.  I knew he'd 
worked on one but I didn't think he'd saved it.  We'd read my
mail and someone had suggested that he should write about some of
the times together. I can remember him spending the night once
and when I woke up the next  morning, he was typing away on the
keyboard.  I had no idea it was still on here.  It really brought
back old memories.  I still hope he's alright. 

     Everything is packed and ready to go to my new place.  The
deposit almost killed me.  I can begin moving my stuff in on
Friday and can actually begin living there on Tuesday, May 3rd. 
The phone will be hooked up tomorrow as well.  I have a new
number and funny as it is, the last four digits spell out my
favorite part of the male anatomy.  I guess it's only fitting.:)  



Friday, April 29, 1994

     Began moving my things over today.  Drake and I loaded his
car up with all my shit and carried it to the new place.  It took
about four trips.  I still have to take my computer down and get
it over there.  I'm saving it till last.  I sat in my new place
for about an hour just looking around and thinking.  "This is
going to be great".  I finally have a place of my own and can now
come and go as I please...yeah, like I didn't before.       
Drake began moving a little bit of his stuff over late this
afternoon.  He'd talked it over with his dad and had gotten
permission to move out earlier.  He has a great stereo and a
bigger T.V.  I guess I'll put mine in my room. That way I can
jack off whenever I want to be alone.  I can't wait to see if
Drake and I get to do something alone sometime ...without Dale.  


Wednesday, May 4th, 1994 

     I'm fully moved into my new apartment.  Mom leaves in a
couple of weeks to live in Alabama and I know she'll cry when she
has to leave me behind.  I dread it very much.  Tonight, I got to
see how Drake lives.  He took a shower tonight after he got home
from work.  He'd dried off after taking his shower and walked to
his room naked.  I thought about reaching out and grabbing him
but I didn't want to start things off this way.  Right when he
entered the hall, he kicked one leg up and pulled the right cheek
of his ass apart to expose his asshole.  I got up and followed
him into his bedroom.  He was standing in his closet trying to
find some clothes to wear.   He had a pair of sweats thrown over
his shoulder and was displaying his ass to the world as he bent
over to find a teeshirt to wear.   I sneaked in behind him and
reached between his legs to grab his balls.  As my hand touched
his drooping sack, I let out a scream and scared him to death. 
He almost fell into his closet.  I started laughing and he threw
me down on his bed and began tickling me.  I was wearing a pair
of jeans and an oversized muscle shirt.  My shirt was almost
coming off since he'd raised it up to my armpits and was jabbing
his fingers into my sides.  It was really tickling and I was
trying to position my feet at his chest to push him away but I
couldn't.  His tickling fingers had begun to massage and caress
me.  I was getting a boner from his touch.  My laughs had turned
into heavy breathing and our eyes never once parted.  It was as
if we were looking into each other's souls to see if the other
disagreed with what our hands and bodies were doing.  In minutes,
our mouths had discovered one another and his hands were trying
to get my buttons undone.  He soon succeeded and was massaging my
dick through my underwear.  His fingers were kneading the length
of my stiff prick.  He was paying special attention to the base
of my dick and was gently squeezing it, putting pressure on my
balls.  I guess he remembered that I liked it when someone would
hold the base and stroke my nads from a couple of months ago on
the beach.  
     
     Once my hand found his meat, he quickly slid his fingers
into the waist band of my underwear to meet my hot fleshy rod. 
His muscular fingers wrapped themselves around my stick and were
flexing the meaty flesh for all it was worth.  I was girrating my
hips into his thrusts.  Our tongues were working overtime trying
to find an unsearched section of mouth.  He pulled away and
headed his probing tongue up to my ear.  This drives me insane. 
By the time his tongue had made it's third round, I was
frantically removing my clothes.  Soon we were completely naked
and our poles were sliding back and forth on one another's.      
     
     Within time, we were in a sixty nine and were taking each
other's dicks deep in our mouths.  My throat was hurting from his
long dick jabbing it's way into my lungs.  I formed a suction on
his dick and refused to let go.  His cock would ram my mouth then
pull back letting the suction create a sensation in his groin
that would move him closer to orgasm.  This went on for quite
some time.  Soon the movement from his hips became more and more
violent and he was moving his body to where it was positioned
above me.  He was burying his weight into my face and wasn't
letting up at all.  As time went by, his thrusts were slowing
more and more.  He'd keep his dick in my throat for longer spans
of time.  I felt his dick beginning to throb in my neck and I was
soon having my chest filled with his warm jism.  I shot off soon
afterwards and we cleaned up and didn't talk about it the rest of
the night.  That night before we went to our bedrooms he caught
me smiling.  He asked, "What are you laughing at?"
     I replied, "I'm not laughing... I'm smiling".
     "At what?"  He asked.
     "At what happened tonight...It was fun".
     "I can't wait to do it with you again...Shit, we can do this
whenever we get horny and don't feel like jackin' off". Drake
said as he casually repositioned his bulge.

     "Okay,  G'night".  I said, as I walked to my room wondering
if I could cum again at such a short span of time".  "Hell", I
thought to myself, "I wouldn't mind taking his load once more
today".  

     I walked on into my room and got ready for bed.  The next
thing I knew, it was Thursday morning.


Thursday, May 5th.

     Totally uneventful day.  I ran errands that would help me
get better settled in the apartment.   That evening, Drake worked
late.  Dale came over and we talked.  He told me to be careful
with Drake.  He also went on to tell me that Drake had a thing
for real young guys and would jump the bones of a kid in a
second.  Dale also told me that Drake had a semi-crush on me and
that I didn't have anything to worry about since he wouldn't do
anything with me unless I wanted it.  "Ooops, what have I
started?" I thought to myself.

     I hadn't told Dale about what Drake and I did...and at this
point, I didn't think I should.  Dale got up from the sofa and
began to leave.  It was late and he had to get up early to do
something for his Mom.  God, I'm glad I don't have to do things
like that anymore...except for myself.

Later...to follow.