Date: Tue, 1 Jun 1999 16:20:52 EDT
From: Justin0398@aol.com
Subject: Mini-Mart Kid

The following story contains graphic accounts of sex between young males.
If such subject matter offends you do not read it.  If you are under 18 years
of age you should not read this story.

This story is a complete work of fiction, although the places in the story
are real.  Any similarity the characters in this story have to persons living
or dead is purely coincidental.

Although safe sex is not practiced in this story, my characters don't catch
anything I don't want them to, safe sex is cool and wise.

The author retains all copyrights to this story and all publication is
prohibited, except for the two sites where this story is posted, without the
expressed consent of the author.

Positive comments are welcome and may be e-mailed to the same address as for
my other stories---Justin0398@aol.com

I hope you enjoy this story.


			       Mini Mart Kid
				    by
			       Justin Davis

Chapter One

Jason Barrow was not what you would call an average 22-year-old in many ways.
 Growing up on a ranch in Central Texas had acquainted him with the
ruggedness of life at an early age.  Most of Jason's pre-college world had
centered around his life on the ranch and the typical exploits of a teenager
in a small town environment.

True to form, for many boys who grow up in rural areas, Jason worked hard and
played hard.  His hard work had centered on helping his dad and younger
brother on the ranch and his studies in school.  Unlike most of the boys in
his class, Jason had really gotten turned on to school.  Whether it was
history, math, or English, to Jason learning became an escape from the
small-town in which he found himself.  Jason's play, on the other hand,
centered on hanging out with the guys, drinking beer, and having sex.

As handsome as he was, Jason had had no trouble finding girls to date in high
school, and on more than occasion, he had had sex with most of them.  For
Jason, though, it was not a very rewarding experience.  Most times it was a
going through the motions kind of experience which he did in order to remain
part of the in crowd.  On Saturday nights, when the guys would get together
and talk about their conquests, Jason had plenty to share. Deep down inside,
however, Jason knew that for him it was all for show.

It would be difficult to find a point at which Jason's true sexual nature
began to take hold.  It might have been when he began to wonder why he was so
attracted to a couple of the boys that were his classmates.  Maybe it could
have been when he saw his first copy of Playgirl and instantly got an
erection.  The beginning was really not important.  The defining moment, for
Jason, was the first time he had had sex with the older brother of a friend
of his.


As first times go, the experience was not one that would rank at the top of
anybody's list.  In fact, it was almost as if the whole thing had happened by
accident. There had been much fumbling and grabbing and sucking, and all too
quickly, the whole thing was over.  Jason had had his first taste of another
guy's dick, his first taste of cum, and the incredible sensation of having a
guy doing the same thing to him. In the space of fifteen minutes it was over
and done with rather matter-of-factly.  For Jason, however, it was like
having everything in the world he had ever wanted given and taken away at the
same time.  So quickly it was gone.  He wanted more.  Unfortunately, because
of the circumstances of his surroundings, that was not to be.

Frustrated, Jason poured himself into his schoolwork even more.  At home, his
father began to become irritated that Jason always had something to read or
some assignment due.  Jason's dad began to rely more on Jason's younger
brother for the help he needed.

In the privacy of his room, late at night when the house had quieted down and
everyone was in bed, Jason would replay the events of his one male sexual
encounter over and over again in his mind as he masturbated himself to yet
another gut-wrenching orgasm.

In his senior year Jason put more and more time into his studies.  While the
rest of the guys hustled what chicks they could, and the girls he had been
with talked about Jason's extra-special endowment, Jason studied and studied.
 There was no time for the prom.  There was no time for anything but
concentrating on those things that would set him free from the world in which
he found himself trapped.  It paid off.

With the scholarship he received, and what money his parents could
contribute, Jason knew that he could make it at the university.  He would
have to find some kind of part-time job, but he didn't care.  He knew it was
his way out.  Working didn't bother him; he had worked all the way through
high school so he could afford to buy his truck.  He had kept working to help
make the payments.

Had Jason been awake, as dawn broke on the morning before spring break, those
things would probably have not been on his mind.  Now, with almost four years
at UT under his belt, they would have seemed like a lifetime away.

Jason had been involved with several guys since he had entered the
university.  Recently, there had been the almost year-long relationship with
Trin, the good-looking Asian senior who had taken Jason to new sexual heights
and stolen Jason's heart in the process. During the Christmas break in the
Fall Jason had even developed enough confidence to tell his mother that he
knew he was gay. All of that was far away as Jason's arms snuggled the pillow
tighter to his naked body and his sleep deepened once more.  Less than a mile
away another naked body, not quite as fully developed physically and mentally
as Jason, turned in bed.

Sean Richardson was, in many ways, what you would call a typical
fifteen-year-old kid.  He had been brought to Austin to live with his Aunt
and Uncle after his mother and father had been killed in an automobile
accident several years before.

Since that time he had made a few friends, mostly boys he knew at school or
in his neighborhood, and he had slowly begun to like his new surroundings.
The initial loneliness he had experienced with the loss of his parents had
worn off to some degree.

Sean spent a lot of his time listening to his CD's, playing on his
skateboard, or hanging out at the Mini Mart down the street playing the video
games.  Occasionally, he and a few of his friends would take in a movie at
the mall and then hang out.  In every way Sean seemed like a typical
fifteen-year-old guy.

What Sean's friends and his Aunt and Uncle did not know, however, was that
Sean spent many late-night hours on the computer in his room cruising and
looking for internet sites.  Sean had especially become fascinated with the
gay sites that had pictures.  Mentally, Sean began to place himself in those
pictures.  He began to visualize himself in the middle of all the hot action
that his eyes took in.

On more than one occasion, after everyone had gone to bed, Sean would start
up his computer and go to his favorite sites.  Sean's favorite sites were the
ones with college-aged guys.  Sean would navigate his way through the site
picture after picture until he found a picture he liked.  Then, because he
was usually hard by that time, Sean would masturbate.  Sometimes this would
occur twice in one night.

Sean knew his Aunt and Uncle would die if they knew.  Sean was also aware
enough of the world to know that his friends would too.  It was his little
secret that he kept closely hidden inside.  As far as anyone who knew him
knew, Sean was a very good-looking fifteen-year-old that was straight as an
arrow.  They wouldn't have guessed either that one of the reasons he liked to
play games at the Mini Mart was so that he could cruise the college guys that
came in.  Sean kept hoping, deep inside, that one of them would pick him up.

In fact, just last night he thought he was going to get lucky.  A guy had
come in a hurry and picked out some milk and juice from the cooler.  Sean had
noticed him the moment he walked in the store.  Sean liked the guy's hair and
the ring in his ear.  The black Z71 the guy had driven up in wasn't bad
either.  Sean's eyes had followed the college-aged kid the whole time he was
in the store.  When the guy paid the cashier Sean had diverted his attention
back to the game.  Then, a strange feeling had come over him and he had
looked up to see the guy staring not only at him but also through him.
Sean's stomach churned.  This must be it, he had thought to himself.

"I'm yours if you want me," Sean said to himself mentally.

The college dude was obviously embarrassed by being caught staring at Sean
and had headed for the door like the place was on fire.  Sean made some
comment about the guy's truck and the guy had said thanks and had hurried out
of the store, got in his truck, and drove off into the night.

Sean finished the game, picked up his skateboard, and headed outside into the
night and skated off toward home; disappointed once again that none of the
older guys ever seemed to notice him.


Sean didn't need computer images to give him an erection that night.  The
image of the dirty-blonde college kid was burned firmly in his brain as he
had lain their stroking and imagining that he and the guy were doing all of
the things he had seen in the pictures he loved to look at so much.

Sean had no way of knowing, as his young body once again rolled over in bed
and his sleep deepened again, that fate, as it sometimes does, would propel
him toward the fulfillment of his deepest desires.


Chapter Two

Jason was stirred from his deep sleep by the irritating buzz of the alarm
clock.  Half-heartedly, he reached over and cut the alarm off, noticing in
the process that it was seven o'clock.  Reluctantly, he threw back the sheets
and climbed out of bed.  Jason's dick stuck straight out and bobbed a little
from side to side as he headed toward the bathroom to relief himself.  There
was too much there now to stand up toward his belly anymore.  The size, and
the laws of physics, determined that.

Having finished urinating, and noticeably less erect, Jason headed to the
lavatory where he turned on the water and washed his face.  It was when he
was toweling his face dry that he eventually looked at his reflection in the
mirror.   A handsome, but otherwise sleepy-looking face, stared back at him
from the mirror.  Jason moaned.

"Man, its just too fucking early," he said to no one in particular.

When he finished toweling his face Jason headed toward the kitchen where he
opened the refrigerator door, got out the orange juice he had bought the
night before, and poured himself a glass.  After a couple of gulps Jason felt
noticeably more awake.  He walked over to the living room area of his
apartment plopped himself down on the couch, picked up the remote, and turned
on the television.

The KLBJ traffic report was just finishing, and from what Jason could hear
and see, there were no major problems this morning on the freeways.  The
weather report followed.  It looked like it was going to be a typical day in
March for Austin.  Clear to partly cloudy with the high in the low 80's.
Jason sighed, finished his orange juice, and resigned himself to the
inevitable.  There was nothing for him to use as an excuse not to go to his
classes this morning.  Nothing except that he didn't want to go.  Since he
had ditched his Tuesday/Thursday classes twice already, Jason realized that
ditching them again, especially the day before spring break, was not an
option.  His Business Law professor had a nasty habit of giving a quiz on
days like today. Reluctantly, Jason got up from the couch and headed toward
the bathroom to shave and shower. Not quite a mile away, a younger and more
reluctant young man was having the same problem greeting the day.

"This is the last time I am calling you Sean!" Sean's Aunt hollered outside
his bedroom door.

"Okay, okay, I am getting up," Sean grumbled, his head partially covered by
his pillow.

Sean threw back the sheets and reluctantly climbed out of bed and headed for
his bathroom.  Because his six inch dick was not as long or thick as Jason's,
Sean's dick stood up almost flat against his belly, the skin from the
uncircumcised tip pulled well-back by the hardness of his erection.  Sean
relived himself in the toilet, then cut on the shower.  The water of the
shower felt good and it began to have a positive effect on Sean.  Soon he was
fully awake.  Unlike the older youth, however, Sean's erection had not
subsided much since he had urinated. Sean lathered his hand and began to run
it up and down the surface of his dick.

"Mmmmmmmmmm!" he moaned quietly to no one in particular.

Sean's hand began to pick up the pace and his strokes became more
deliberate.  The water from the shower stimulated his chest and nipples.
With his free left hand Sean began to make circular motions around his
right nipple. The muscles of Sean's stomach began to tighten, and his balls
began to draw up as the image of the blonde college kid once again played
in his mind. As cum began boiling up through his dick. Sean pinched the
nipple he had been stimulating gently, causing an electric feeling to shoot
through him.  Sean let out an adolescent squeal, which was muffled too much
by the sound of the shower to be heard by anyone, and shot his load.

A thick, white, rope of cum spurted from the head of Sean's dick and fell to
the floor of the shower, where it mingled with the water and began its way
toward the drain.  It was followed by several more, each in decreasing
amounts, until only little droplets of cum oozed from Sean's dick.  They,
too, dribbled downward, mingled with the water, and were swept down the
drain. Trembling somewhat from the overwhelming pleasure of his orgasm, Sean
slowly continued stroking until he had milked his balls dry of all they had
to offer. That done, Sean lathered the rest of his body and began to clean
himself up in earnest, disappointed that he didn't have the time to do it
again.

Things went well at the university for Jason that day.  His Business Law
professor did give a pop quiz; one that was so easy that anyone could have
made an A.  Jason had smiled to himself when he thought of those who had
ditched class to get out early.  Sean, too, had had a pretty good day in
school for a 10th grader.  Yet, there was an emptiness that lurked within him
that kept gnawing at him.  The same was true for Jason. Fact of the matter
was, neither Jason or Sean saw what others saw when they looked at either of
them.

For Jason, his lowered self-esteem came as a result of losing the one love in
his life to a graduate school on the East Coast.   Even though Jason
communicated with Trin off and on, he knew enough to know that Trin had found
someone else and that any relationship that he and Trin had had was now over
and done with.

For Sean, on the other hand, his parent's death, and the general paranoia
that comes when a fifteen-year-old realizes he is gay, compounded Sean's
negative feelings about himself.  Neither Jason nor Sean saw themselves as we
might see them.

Any one of us would have looked at either of them and had our hearts melt and
our dicks get hard.  Any one of us would have wished that for one night we
could have held either one of them close to us.  Had we seen Jason in the
mall we would have cruised him like crazy.  Had we seen Sean, we would have
been much more careful, but we would have been captivated by his boyish good
looks.  He was to die for!

Yet, when either of them looked at themselves they saw nothing but
abandonment, rejection, and a considerable amount of negativism.  Two of
God's most beautiful creatures, although seven years apart in age, believed
themselves to be ugly deep down inside.

Jason hurried back to his apartment after his classes.  It was now officially
Spring Break, and he was excited about having the time off from school,
although he would still have to work at the restaurant.

Sean sat by himself on the school bus as it slowly worked its way toward the
stop that was his.  He was deaf to the hollering and laughing that is typical
of kids on a school bus. His spring break had now officially begun.  For him,
that meant more time for the game machines at the Mini-Mart.  More time for
waiting and hoping that someone would notice him.

Fate, as it sometimes does, tries to right what wrongs it sees.  Yet, the
outcome is often never perfect.  As Jason and Sean headed toward their
respective homes that day neither of them realized that soon, very soon,
they would be thrown together in a way where they would be consumed by their
love for each other totally and completely.


Chapter Three

As Jason neared his apartment complex he pulled into the drive of the
Mini-Mart and snaked the black Z71 toward the row of gas pumps.  Soon, he was
pumping yet another tank full of gas into what always seemed like, to Jason
at least, a much too thirsty pickup.  Jason stood there idly watching the
digital meter on the pump slowly tick off the gallons, thinking about nothing
in particular.

"Nice truck," a voice said behind him.

Jason turned his head and looked.  There, holding a ten-speed trail bike,
with a noticeably flat front tire was as kid.  Not just any kid.   It was
"the kid" that Jason had seen the other night at the Mini-Mart when he had
stopped to get the milk and juice he needed.  Jason stared at the kid again
transfixed by what he saw, unable to speak.

Although the same black baseball cap covered most of the kid's head, it did
not hide the kid's blue-green eyes or the smile that he had on his face. As
Jason's eyes roamed over every inch of the kid's body, he soon recognized
that the kid had on the same baggy shorts and tennis shoes that he had had on
the other night in the store.  However, this time the kid had on no tee shirt.

Jason was unable to control his eyes as they locked onto the perfectly shaped
brown nipples of the kids chest, roamed downward over the tan smoothness and
flatness of the kids chest and stomach, then stopped at the just
distinguishable trail of blonde hair that started at the kid's navel and
trailed downward toward the top of his shorts.  Instantly, Jason's mouth went
dry and he found it difficult to speak.

"Thanks again," Jason was able to stammer.

"I mean it man, it is a bitchin truck," the kid replied.

"Uh yeah, I guess so," Jason said uneasily.

The pump clicked off and Jason turned away to remove the nozzle from the
filler tube.

"You think you could give me a ride in it?" the voice said behind him.

Jason placed the nozzle back into the pump and replaced the gas cap
pretending not to hear the kid.

"My tire went flat while I was inside playing games," the kid continued.

Jason turned around and looked at the kid.  There was a look of hope in the
kid's face.  Jason looked into the kid's eyes and down at the flat tire.

"Sure, I guess," Jason replied.

The kid smiled bigger than Jason had ever seen him do.

"I gotta go pay for the gas, you can throw your bike in the back," Jason
replied and headed toward the inside of the Mini-Mart to pay.

As if in a mental fog, Jason handed the attendant the money for the gas.
Jason's mind was a blur.  All kinds of thoughts began to run through his
mind. Why was he doing this?  He didn't know anything about this kid.  What
was it about this kid that had such and effect on him?   Why did his stomach
ache and his mouth go dry when he saw the kid again?  Jason headed outside
toward the truck and noticed that the kid had already put the bike in the
back of the truck and was sitting on the passenger side smiling at him as he
approached.  Jason opened the door and got in.

"Where to kid?" Jason asked as he started the truck.

"You can take a left at the intersection by those apartments down there, I
live about a mile down the road," the kid replied.

"My name's Sean," the kid said.

Jason looked at the kid and smiled.

"My name's Jason," Jason replied as he headed the truck out into the street.

"You live around here too?" Sean asked.

"Yeah, in those apartments over there," Jason said, pointing to the right at
the apartment complex they were now passing.

"Cool, they have a neat swimming pool, I sneak over there sometimes in the
summer and swim.  They usually get pissed off and chase me away though," Sean
replied.

"I just moved in this last fall, I haven't really been in the pool," Jason
said.

The truck approached the intersection.

"Turn left at the light," the kid said.

Jason eased the truck into the left-turn lane.  Both boys sat silently
waiting for the light to change.  There was an electricity in the air that
Jason could almost feel.  He noticed his hands felt all sweaty.  The silence
was deafening. It was broken very soon.

"You don't have to take me home right now you know," Sean said.

"What?" Jason asked and looked over at him.

Their eyes met again.

"You think we could go swimming at your apartment pool?"  Sean asked.

"No!" Jason replied.

"Why not? Sean asked.

"Your parents don't even know who I am and I don't even know you either,"
Jason responded.

"I don't have any parents, they were killed last year in a car wreck," Sean
replied in rather low voice.

"I live with my aunt and uncle," he continued the tone of his voice not
changing much.

"Geez, sorry about your parents," Jason replied.

The light changed and Jason turned left as Sean had told him to.

"It's okay," Sean continued.  "I have kinda gotten used to it.  I do miss
them sometimes though."

"Yeah, I bet.  I don't know what I would do if I lost mine," Jason said
sincerely.

"My aunt and uncle will think I am at the Mini-Mart playing the games.
They won't know if we go swimming," Sean said.

It was the tone of the kid's voice that made Jason glance over at him.
Sean was smiling.  His eyes had almost a pleading look.  Jason had seen that
look before. Any reservations Jason may have had about the age difference
between he and Sean, or the dangerous ground on which he was treading, were
all melted away by Sean's smile and the look in his eyes..  Jason looked
behind him in the rear view mirror and then ahead.  He whipped the black Z71
into a u-turn and headed back toward his apartment complex.

"Alright!" Sean exclaimed.

Within a matter of minutes the two boys were through the entrance gate and
headed up to Jason's apartment.  Jason unlocked the door and the entered.

"Cool!" Sean said as his eyes took in the living room and kitchen of Jason's
apartment.

Sean walked over and plopped himself on the couch in front of the television.

"The remote is over there," Jason said pointing to the end table.

"Be back in a sec I gotta change," Jason continued.

Sean picked up the remote and began to channel surf as Jason disappeared
toward the back of the apartment.

Once he was in his bedroom, Jason fumbled around in the drawers for his swim
trunks.  Finally, after much searching, he found them in the bottom drawer
and headed to the bathroom to change.

Jason peeled pulled of his tennis shoes then peeled of his shirt, his jeans,
and boxers, then went over to the toilet to pee.  Jason was letting out a
stream of well-delayed piss when a voice startled him.

"We don't have to go swimming either if you don't want to," the voice said.

Jason jumped, splattering urine all over the edge of toilet bowl and the tile
floor.  He looked toward the bathroom doorway from where the voice had come.
Sean stood there looking at him.

There was no baseball cap to hide the blonde hair this time.  There were no
baggy shorts to cover up anything that lay beneath them.  There were no
too-big tennis shoes that seemed to swallow the kid's feet.  Sean stood there
stark naked in all his teenaged glory.  Jason's heart almost stopped.

"Nice dick," Sean said rather matter-of-factly as he stared at Jason.

Jason didn't know what to do as a dying stream of urine flowed from the tip
of his penis, halfway hitting the toilet and the floor. He was stunned, not
only because the kid startled him, but also by what he saw. He opened his
mouth to say something but nothing came out.

Sean had been attracted to Jason when he had first seen him at the Mini-Mart.
Now, there was nothing left to the imagination. Jason could now see that the
tiny trail of blonde hair that led downward from Sean's navel ended at a
small, but perfectly shaped, patch of blonde pubes, from which protruded the
nicest looking uncircumcised dick Jason could have ever imagined on a kid
that size.  He fought for something to say.

"You're not so bad yourself," he finally said.

Sean smiled.

Jason shook the remaining urine drops from his dick into the toilet bowl and
walked slowly toward Sean.  Sean did not move.  He stood like a statue in the
doorway, the movement of his stomach muscles revealing that his breathing was
now much faster.

Soon, Jason was standing so close to Sean that he could almost feel the
breath from his nostrils on his chest. Jason looked down into Sean's eyes,
reached out, put his arms around him, and pulled him close to his body. Jason
heard a soft sigh as Sean's head came to rest on his chest, their bodies
pressed tightly against each other.  Jason rested his cheek on the top of the
boy's head.  The smell of Sean's hair and the rest of him was intoxicating.

The arms of the younger boy enveloped the older boy's body and soon each
could feel the heat of the other and each could feel the hardness of the
other as it developed between them.  Jason felt Sean's body let out a tiny
quiver and his body involuntarily emitted one of its own.

Sean's hands began to roam over Jason's back, stopping first at the top of
his buttocks and working their way downward until Sean had one of Jason's
butt cheeks in each hand.  He pulled the older boy even tighter to him and
began to move his body slightly.  Jason let out a low groan.

The two of them stood in the doorway for some moments while their hands
explored the texture and feel of each other's body.  Sean began to run his
tongue over Jason's right nipple and then took the whole thing in his mouth
and began to suck and work his tongue over it.  Jason let out an even louder
groan.

Sean released his mouth from Jason's nipple, raised his head, and looked
upward at Jason's face.  Jason looked down into Sean's blue-green eyes and
saw something there he had not seen for a long time.  He lowered his mouth to
Sean's and kissed him.

Jason was rewarded soon by the probing of Sean's tongue.  It began to flick
and dart around in Jason's mouth like a small bee trying to find an place to
land. Now, both of them groaned as the passion of the moment began to build
and consume the both of them like a roaring fire.

Still holding the younger boy tightly to him and kissing him passionately,
Jason began to inch the younger boy backward toward the bed that was just a
short way from the bathroom doorway.  Once they were to the bed, Jason
reversed his position and lowered him self onto the bed, pulling the younger
boy down with him.  If there was a point of no return in the lives of Jason
and Sean it had now long since been passed. 


To be continued ... if you like the story.