Date: Wed, 7 Dec 2011 16:16:37 -0500
From: DCNightwolf
Subject: A Wal-Mart Affair

    The wind howled as the snowstorm raged outside in the night.  Inside
the Wal-mart, the graveyard shift was passing slowly for Shane.  The 6 foot
1 associate was trying to study for his sophomore English class at the U in
between stocking shelves in the soda aisle.  He wiped the bead of sweat off
his forehead, sweeping aside the dirty blonde lock of hair that had been
plastered there while unloading the palette of Dr Pepper.  Shane rubbed his
right bicep; the hand gliding over the sore muscle encased in the maroon
long sleeve Under Armour.  The winters in Wisconsin made him glad he played
football thus giving him warm, skin tight clothes like the black and silver
striped tights he was wearing under his khakis. It also provided a ready
made reason if someone saw him wearing his gear.

    The clock chimed 1 o'clock above him in the stock room behind the meat
cases.  'Hmmm not a bad nickname for his gear? he thought. He felt a
tingling over his bod.  The store was on skeleton staff.  His spine made a
horrifying series of snaps and pops as he stood and extended his frame to
its maximum.  To wake himself up, Shane began moving through a few katas.
Not wanting to mess up his workuniform, he loosened his belt and the pants
slid down the slick fabric encasing his well toned thighs.  He draped them
over the cart next to his polo that he had doffed unloading the palette.

     In ten minutes, Shane found himself loose and awake.  He sat back down
and absent mindedly began stroking his package.  With surprise, he found he
was sporting wood and his head fell back.  A hoarse moan escaped his lips;
his large hand pumping faster.  His eyes shot open as he remembered where
he was.  Shit!  He was a good employee.  Almost hurling his hand off his
now weeping cock, he took a few quick steps into the cooler beside the desk
and sighed as the cold air rushed over his body.  He was there only a few
seconds and then exited.  He was still thinking about how lucky he was not
to get caught when the applause of a single hand clapping came from on top
of the Pepsi palette waiting to go out.

    Panic widened Shane's eyes to the size of saucers.  There sat Benjamin
with a shaggy length brown hair and steely blue eyes positively leering.
Shane could see feel those steel orbs raking over his body.  Making it even
worse, he realized his Wal-Mart uniform hung 10 feet away on the cart.
Clad only in his Under Armour, Shane was painfully aware his bod was fully
on display and even worse his dick was throbbing quite noticeably.  Ben
made no move to look away.

  'Good grief' Shane thought. 'I am soooo fired'.

   "I can ex-" Shane began reaching for his uniform.

   "Shut it and don't even think about touching those clothes." Benjamin's
deep base voice rumbled.  The 5 foot 10 man of german stock positively made
Shane's knees weak.  Still he was self-conscious.  He might as well be
naked in his gear.

    Climbing down from the stock, Benjamin stalked; there could be no other
word for it, to the sales associate.  Benjamin was home from the University
of Washington for a semester of work study in Business Management.  The
first time Shane had seen him, he couldn't breathe for want.  Now the
object of his affection was standing there in his khaki cargo pants and a
loose blue t-shirt.

    Shane was thinking of crawling under a shelf of stock to die of
embarrassment when Benjamin's light red lips pressed against Shane's and
the boy parted them to allow entrance to the probing tongue.  Hands glided
over his arms and pectorals, Benjamin checked him out.  Shane thought to
ask what Benjamin was doing; but found he just didn't care.  His own hands
were searching out Benjamin's features.  The men found themselves pushed up
on the door to the freezer.

     Benjamin savagely pulled his own t-shirt off revealing a form fitting
green tank top damn near painted on and disappearing into his pants that
Shane was unbuckling.

    The tall man's hand snaked down below the loosened waistband.  He broke
off the fierce snogging when the lycra fabric continued down and cupped
Benjamin's dimpled bottom.

   "Don't stop!" the young man panted.  The tawny haired man's hands were
sliding over Shane's thick shaft and drawing circles with his finger on the
left buttocks dimple.Their cocks now rubbing together almost sent Shane
into climax as the two pieces of meat melted together tingling in ecstasy
wrapped in the tights and the singlet.  With great reluctance, Shane
asserted control over himself and pulled away by a few inches.

  "What's wrong?" Benjamin asked.  The confusion reigned on his face.

  "I uh..." Shane stammered.

  "Dude.  Did I misread the signs?" He looked slightly hurt.  "I thought
you were a fag like me."

     Shane couldn't think.  His mind was going 50 miles an hour. He knew
only one thing as Benjamin stepped back a few feet looking for his
pants. The emerald green eyes flashed as Shane step forward and seized the
upper arm of his coworker.  He spun the other man around to face him.
Wasting no time to explain, Shane dove his face down plunging his tongue
into that warm mouth.  He crushed the smaller man into his cock and torso.
In an almost commanding tone, Shane gasped "your left hand goes here"
placing it on his dick and closing it into a fist.  "Your right hand goes
there" as he rubbed it over his abs and pecs.

     While Benjamin obeyed enthusiastically, Shane explored the bod of the
man in the singlet. "Where?" Shane hissed his askance where Ben had gotten
his singlet.

     Whimpering as two long finger defined his crack, he responded.
"Wrestler at collegepppleasePlease!"  The probing had found his pucker.
Shane's own member responded as the sensations became overwhelming.  A
thick white fluid shot out of his pouch and coated both young men's abs.  7
thrusts of his hips emptied Shane of his juice.

    Having been exploring the others mouths, both men sighed in
contentment.  Slick with sweat and sticky with cum, the boys parted.
"Thank you" Benjamin said.  Shane responded by pulling the grippers away
from Benjamin's right leg and fed the man's dick out the leg hole.  Ben in
turn peeled down the black tights with the silver trim just below Shane's
butt cheeks.  Neither man had any hair except in a thin and trimmed bush.

   Rubbing his hand over Shane's package, Benjamin collected some jizz and
licked his lips as his now lover braced against a stock of glass cleaner
and spread his legs.  Shane heard an exhalation of pleasure and hung his
head to brace.  He was grinning ear to ear.  Wow what a night!  What
started off as a cooling down had ended up not only himself but a second
hotty in spandex sweating buckets.

   He felt a large, warm mound press in on his entrance.

   He had to bite his lips and still he keened a little bit as what felt
like a very thick mushroom pushed harder on his tight hole. Benjamin's hand
snaked under and than over Shane's arms and he yelped as he was drug back
onto a piston fired into his core.  Thick and throbbing, the 10 inch soda
can that was Ben's manhood burst forth into Shane's inner space and began
to seat itself even further in. Pumping his hips, the lycra lit their
nipples on fire while they began to fuck.

   Groans of pleasure slipped from each man.  Shane was seeing stars when
he suddenly bent over and fell backwards into Benjamin's arms.  Like
yanking his spine out his ass, Shane had collapsed like a puppet with his
strings cut when his lover pulled his dick out.

   "DUDE! WHAT THE FUCK!" Shane yelled.  He was lowered to the cold floor
and shuddered from both the cold and the empty feeling inside him.

    He was looking at Benjamin in disbelief.  The brown haired stud stood
there with a smirk and took the strap of his left shoulder and quickly
removed singlet while the thick rod bounced around. Reaching for his cargo
pants, Benjamin put his hand into his left lower leg pocket and pulled out
a packet of Astroglide.  He tossed it to Shane.  Still trembling, Shane
climbed to his feet and removed his tights.  Now He was wearing only his
socks and his long sleeve rash guard.  Benjamin stood only in his ankle
socks and the remnants of their first penetration.

    His own fuck stick bouncing as he crossed to him, Shane ripped the top
of the packet with his teeth. Pouring the lube into his palm, Shane slicked
Benjamin's dick from tip to root.  Enormous was the only word he could
think of that rod.  Shane bent over the taller stack of charcoal.

   "Now then" the taller boy said "Why don't you show me how they fuck in
Seattle?"

    The word that tumbled from Shane's bruised lips gave voice to what he
thought of Benjamin's moves to anyone within 50 feet.