Date: Sat, 6 Dec 2014 23:50:42 -0500
From: Thomas Anderson <tanderson115@gmail.com>
Subject: Sexual Awakening on the Job Chapter 1

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Sexual Awakening on the Job

Chapter 1


One of the most crucial parts of my sexual awakening took place when I got
my first job. It was at my first job at a local grocery store that I
realized that 1.) I was a total slut and proud of it 2.)The weirder the
sex, the more I enjoyed it, and 3.) I liked seducing straight guys. I was
just barely fifteen, and I had just started a job at the local chain
grocery store, which was a five minute drive away from home in heavy
traffic, as a stockboy. Like most fifteen year old guys I was incredibly
goofy looking, with unruly curly hair and awkward pubescent body
proportions. During my first week I had decided that I needed to come out
of my shell, a bit and I had to try to make friends with my coworkers, it
was surprisingly easy since most of them were either in high school or in
college, so we were able to discuss pretty much all the same things:
school, movies, video games, TV.

It was about two weeks into working there that I had thought I'd met
everyone who worked nights. I was in the cereal aisle (which was adjacent
to the paper goods aisle) one night, straightening up boxes, when this
rough looking guy  walked  past me with a large cart full of paper towels.
I tried to introduce myself to him as he started working the paper towels
out onto the shelf. He ignored me completely. Call it "daddy issues" but
there was something about his scraggly gray goatee, short salt and pepper
hair, and slight beer belly that instantly attracted me, even though he
looked like he could kick my ass and then fuck it.

Speaking of asses, that first night I ever worked with him – and I thank
whatever entities willed this to happen, he appeared to have forgotten a
belt and every time he had to bend over to put out stock on a lower shelf
(and he had to do it quite a lot) I practically got a full view of his
hairy ass each time. I didn't try to drum up a conversation with him in
fear that somehow he might notice me staring at his ass. Needless to say, I
thoroughly straightened that aisle that night.

The following night I saw one of my fellow coworkers, Lukas – who was a
senior at my high school, back in the breakroom as I was coming in.

"Lukas, I have a question."

"I probably have an answer, Dave." Dave, he called me Dave in a sort of
endearing way, even though my nametag clearly said David. I didn't have a
problem with it, since he was kind of attractive.

"Who's that quiet guy who works nights, the one with the goatee?" I asked
nonchalantly.

"Oh that's James he's a part timer. He works at some factory during the day
and here at night. He's pretty quiet, but once you get to know him, he's
actually pretty fun to talk to."

"What should I talk about if I want to get to know him?" I asked, trying to
find a way to get closer to him.

"Look at you, you're a regular social butterfly, aren't you? Well, first
thing's first you could talk about sports, football, cowboys specifically.
Second you could talk about TV, guy's obsessed with it pretty much anything
and everything especially if it's on Netflix."

"Thanks." I said, and started to walk off.

"Also, and this is just between you and me," Jake said with a hushed voice
"if you could talk to him about women, he'd probably listen."-- Oh, poor
Jake, you probably don't know that I would like for you to destroy me.  --
"Dude's a total sex addict and freak. You should have heard some of the
stories he told after *Fifty Shades of Grey *came out. He's got some pretty
weird interests, women's feet and weird foot domination to name one."

"Ummm...thanks." I replied, a slight blush coming over my face. My head was
spinning, knowing that this guy I had encountered last night was apparently
a sex freak.

"I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, but that's just one of the things
he talks about once you get to know him, and I wanted you to know that
before." Jake said, as he walked toward the back stockroom to check what
his nighttime assignments were.

I noticed that night that James was not only wearing a belt, but his work
pants were tighter, he probably got tired of constantly pulling them up the
night before. The tighter pants were not a deterrent to my imagination,
whenever I walked past James I'd turn my head slightly to take in a good
view of his hot ass in those pants.

The second night of working with him, I decided to try to introduce myself
to him. "Hi, I'm David. I tried to introduce myself to you last night, but
you must not have noticed." I stealthily tried to take him in. I nearly
fainted when my eye hit his crotch he had a sizeable bulge tucked away in
those black pants. Involuntarily I drifted down to his feet, and though
they were clad in typical black shoes and I had never had this thought
before, I imagined myself worshiping his feet, sucking them, licking them,
smelling them.

"Uh, nice to meet you, kid. I'm James." He muttered quietly with a bit of a
southern twang. He appeared to not want to talk to me. His phone vibrated
in his pocket and he pulled it out. "Excuse me, I'm going to go on my
break, if anyone asks."

Over the weeks, I tried to strike up conversation with James. Every
interaction I had with him was pretty much one or two sentences, but I had
discovered that he was just as huge a fan of *The Simpsons* as I was. I'd
sneak peeks at him every chance I could get, throwing especially furtive
glances toward his crotch, trying to guess exactly how much he was packing
in there. I didn't understand what was going on, I wasn't really attracted
to older men before, and James was old enough to be my father, I only knew
I was gay because I never really bothered to look at the women in straight
porn always focusing on the guy and his cock, balls, and ass. I decided
that at all cost I would try to get a good look at James' cock in person.

One night -- I remember that it was a Friday because I didn't have to work
the next day -- probably about two months since I started working there,
the stars aligned perfectly in my favor. Since I was a minor I had to take
a 30 minute break I had started to take my breaks at 8 o'clock, in an
attempt to observe James. I had noted that every night, he would rush to
the bathroom with his phone in hand like clockwork at 8:15. I had become
the Sherlock Holmes of sex. Probably after the third night of seeing James
go to the bathroom with phone in hand, I had grown bold enough to try to
catch him in the act of doing whatever it was he was doing in there,
jerking off I presumed. I casually slipped into the bathroom – under the
guise of washing my hands -- after he had gone in only to find James
standing at the urinal pissing, which was a completely normal activity for
the bathroom. The urinal was situated close to the only sink in the
restroom. I nearly fainted from seeing his cock flopped out and pissing. I
turned on the tap, and then distractedly soaped my hands up sneaking
glances occasionally. This could potentially be my only chance to see what
I had fantasized about.

My trance was broken by his quiet voice, "Knew it was only a matter of time
`fore you followed me into the bathroom, faggot."

"What?" I asked, dazed and somewhat shocked that he had just called me a
faggot.

"Ya' heard me. I know you've been watchin' me, followin' me every chance
you get. Every time you see me, you get all hot and bothered. Can tell
you're all worked up now, you've been soapin' your hands for a while,
starin' at my cock."

"James, I wasn't staring, I got lost deep in thought." I tried to cover
myself in a lie while rinsing my hands off.

He took a step over and looked down at me. I'd never realized how much
taller he was than me, "Thinkin' about my cock in your mouth? Thinkin'
about my cum shootin' all over your face? Thinkin' about worshipin' my
feet, my ass? What was it?"

"I...I..." I sputtered.

"In case you were wonderin', I normally sext with my wife now, pissed off
at me and on the rag, I was just going to watch some porn. But you came
along, and I might as well give you what you want. If you want it, go ahead
and take it." James said, grabbing his dick with his right hand and shaking
it. It was slowly getting hard. My eyes darted to the door and back to his
cock that had to be at least eight inches and growing.

"Don't worry. No one will be back here to bother us, I figured out that
this is the best time to take a break when you need at least fifteen
minutes to rub one out." He said stroking his cock a little bit.

I hesitantly stepped over toward him, and knelt down in front of his
engorging dick.

"I knew it. I pinned you for a fag the minute you started workin' here."

I took his manhood in my hand. It was weird, finally having another cock in
my hand. I put my nose up to his crotch and timidly sniffed at his bush.

He reached down and stuck his hand in my mouth to pry it open. The taste of
his fingers was indescribable, but so delightfully dirty. He pushed my open
mouth right onto his piss and precum coated dick. He whispered in my ear,
"We don't have much time, faggot, you're not leavin' me with blue balls."

His dick in my mouth was wonderful, it was warm and growing ever larger.
The taste was intriguing. I had thought that since he had just pissed it
would be disgusting, but no his cock tasted better than I had imagined it
could taste. It was like skin, but saltier and muskier.

He started to fuck my face, while holding my head. I was a bit surprised at
how natural a cocksucker I was, given that this was my first time. Only
once did he misthrust and he smacked me lightly on the face, grumbling "no
teeth!" under his breath.

I looked up at him, his face twisted in passion. Light moans escaped from
his bearded mouth, more and more precum oozed from his cockhead. I was in
ecstasy, sucking his cock, I reached down and unzipped my fly, releasing my
own. I reached down between his legs to my own cock and started stroking
it.

With little warning, James muttered "I'm cummin'. Get ready, faggot." He
pulled his cock out of my mouth, and I gasped for air. I didn't really know
how to get ready, because I didn't know exactly what he was going to do. In
all the porn that I had seen, whenever a guy pulled out, it usually meant
that someone was going to get a load of jizz on their face. So I opened my
mouth wide, tongue hanging out.

James let out one great big moan and shot after shot of jizz came shooting
out of his cock and all over my face and tongue and blue work shirt. I was
still at work stroking my cock, and I shot on the tile near the urinal, a
considerable distance.

"Damn, fag, I mean, Dave, that was good." James whispered, walking over to
the paper towel dispenser with a semi hard cock still hanging out of his
work pants. He came back over, and wet the towel in the sink, and offered
me a hand up. "Let's get you cleaned up. You got some on your shirt." He
dabbed at my shirt and wiped my face.

He sort of stooped down to my level, and did something that somehow
surprised me most about this whole turn of events. He planted a firm and
hard kiss on my mouth. His tongue wiggled in somehow this felt more amazing
than the orgasm I had just jerked myself to, or the act of sucking off a
guy I had found to be irresistibly hot.

"I'm going to assume you're not going to tell anyone about this. I mean,
judging by that cumshot, you enjoyed it just as much as I did. I'm not
queer, but you're a damn good sucker."

I piped up, the first actual thing of substance I said to the man since I
walked into the bathroom to wash my hands "I would love to do it again."

"You bet your sweet ass, maybe perhaps I could fuck that sweet ass of
yours." He said patting me on the ass, "Now if you'll excuse me, I have to
get back to work. Don't come out immediately after me, it'll look
suspicious."