Date: Fri, 30 Jul 2010 12:03:16 -0700 (PDT)
From: Raj Pepper <backinthehayloftagain@yahoo.com>
Subject: A Very Young Man's Summer Job, 1962, PART 1

A Very Young Man's Summer Job, 1962


1962.

Unobserved, the new kid at the hardware store sees his co workers intensely
sucking cock, and wonders...


MMMm, 1st


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HARDWARE STORE HELPER, First Week, 1962, Part 1

Everyone has that moment when sex becomes real, that week, that month where
what had been abstract pictures in old magazines tucked away and stories
overheard in the locker room become sweat, pounding hearts and rasping
breath, wide eyed with wild smiles and full of passions that one didn't
even realized existed until that moment.

This was the first week of that journey for me, and I couldn't see it
coming...


Miller's Hardware Store was at the end of Main Street, and was one of those
great places that define a town.  Built in the late 1880s, Miller's was
laid out as a lumber yard on the side, a feed store alongside the loading
docks around back, and the hardware store anchoring the whole complex in
the middle.  Miller's had a scent that has since gone from the public
consciousness; the smells of lumber, fresh and cured on racks, and the
smells of various feeds and bagged fertilizers stacked up on pallets.
Those pleasant odors permeated the whole compound, and as you entered the
hardware store proper you got a relaxed, comforting noseful that let you
know you were in a familiar place.  A place where life was good, life went
on, there was continuity to the world.

Cheshire wasn't so much a railroad town, though we had commercial and
passenger trains coming through, as it was a town whose industry and
manufacturing served the railroad industry.  My father had been a vice
president of a firm that made interiors for passenger cars before he passed
away two years before.  I was a strong young man of 13 and a good student,
athletically as well as academically, at Allen Academy, the only upscale
private school in the area.  A neighbor and long time friend of the family
made a suggestion to my mother that I apply to be one of the 'summer boys'
at Miller's.  Part time employment at the hardware store had been a rite of
passage for many youths around town for generations, and I did need
something to lift me out of my melancholy.  Miller's became much busier in
the spring and summer, and typically one kid would start around Easter
break and another would begin when school let out, both leaving in the fall
when classes resumed.  The numbers had been higher before the big Sears
opened outside of town in '58, and some of those boys back then had stayed
working weekends through Halloween.

We had a week off for Easter break, and I was hired on as that summer boy.

Mr.  Miller was a strong, stocky character who was born to the hardware
store and would pass with the hardware store.  Cheerful and pleasant to be
around, he didn't talk too much, but boomed when he did.  He liked
listening to the radio, and his world was the front of the store, where he
had a great view of the street.  Strong as an ox and built like a tank, I
watched him lift the corner of a hay wagon once, a superhuman feat that he
no more acknowledged than brushing the hair out of his face.  His wife was
happy and sensible in a churchy sort of way, and his kids were young and
rambunctious.  They lived in the better part of town, as did my mother and
me, and his family usually made a weekly appearance at the store.

Cale and Edward were the regular employees, Cale 19 and working his way
through college, Ed a 20 something perpetual teenager.  They had me work
the full week of Easter vacation, then I was to only come in on Saturdays
until summer.  Ed made it his duty to show me the place on the first day,
and his general goofiness mixed with a strong center of responsible 'how
to' set the right tone for the job.  He took me up and down every aisle of
the store and explained things as we went, then showed me the lumber yard
and how the feed section worked.  Kooky as he was, it didn't seem the least
bit out of character when he paused at one end of the back loading dock and
told me to bend down and take a peek.  We were looking through a crack in
the wooden wall, so small that only an employee would know such a crazy
thing existed, but the view looked right into the ladies' room.  "Pretty
rare we get anyone worth looking at," he said, grinning, "But if I tell you
to get me a sack of Kilmer's, I might really need the Kilmer's, or I might
be giving you the signal to have a look."  There was a mountain of sacks of
Kilmer's feed blocking anyone's view of a peeping tom, and we both laughed.

At the other end of the loading dock, after explaining everything else in
the feed area, Edward had another place to look behind another mountain of
sacks, and I dutifully followed his lead.  This crack looked right onto the
trough urinal in the men's room, at the other corner of the hardware store
from the ladies' room, and there was a cock just a foot from my face taking
a leak!  "Jeezus christ!" I hissed at Ed as I jumped back, "Somebody's in
there pissin' right now!  Damn you!"  I was red faced and embarrassed, and
angry. but Ed thought that was hilarious, and his genuine humor cracked me
up, too, and the laughs calmed me right down.

"Probably Cale," he said, laughter still in his voice.  "Good thing it
wasn't Miller with his elephant dick, or you'd have nightmares after seein'
it!" he added with a laugh as we continued our tour.  I laughed, too, but I
was amazed that anybody could talk so casually about something as private
as your dick.  It was just something no one ever spoke about out loud, at
least not to my ears they hadn't.

It was a great place to work, and there were lots of men, young and old,
some neighbors I knew, some strangers, who said hello and asked if I was
the new summer boy, then told me with genuine fondness how they'd been that
summer boy 5, 10, 20 years before.  Even middle aged housewives and little
old ladies had had husbands or sons who'd been summer boys, years before,
and they nodded approvingly with nostalgia.

There were lots of steady tasks to do as crates and pallets arrived on big
trucks and displays were rearranged and set up.  There wasn't alot of sit
around time, and my tasks included all sorts of spring cleaning that needed
doing.  All the duties needed to be done in the manner that Miller's had
always done it, and there were rules as well.  If we went up the street to
the luncheonette for a soda or coffee, we were to let Mr. Miller or one of
the guys know, and the same held true if we were going to the bathroom.
That would save us from hollerin' for assistance from someone who wasn't
there at the moment.  If we had to take a dump, we were requested to try to
do that when the place wasn't really busy, if possible.

Day one was a Friday and day two a busy Saturday, and they were spent
learning the routine and stocking, unpacking, receiving and cleaning.  My
third day there, Monday, I could hear Cale tell Mr. Miller he was heading
for the john, and in a moment of sort of wickedly silly curiosity, I
slipped out the rear door to the loading dock and took my place, out of
sight, on the edges of a pile of grain sacks and leaned forward to have a
peek.  I just was a little curious to have a better, less panicked view
this time, to see if his cock was the one I'd seen before, and if it looked
like mine.  Nothing more than that, really, just curious about seeing it.

Cale's dick did look like mine, only more grown up, and seeing a real cock
close up, really seeing it, just a foot from my face, was a first for me.
I thought it was cool, and I pulled at my dick a little through my pants
and enjoyed the feeling.  I didn't feel guilty, just felt a rush of
excitement the way I felt when I jerked off.  Full of energy.  Cale didn't
stay long, but while he was there I got a good look before he shook it and
unknowingly stretched it right towards me.

That night, after a long day's work, I pulled up my nightshirt and played
with my dick and stretched my ball sack.  I closed my eyes and thought
about peepin' at Cale, and it was funny as well as a little wicked.  I'd
seen photos of cocks and pussies and sucking and fucking in my father's
well hidden stash of mostly old European porn, all things he'd gotten
during the war, but actually seeing a dick, close up, that was something.
I thought about Ed's description of Mr. Miller's dick, and wondered if it
really was unusually big, and wondered how Ed had gotten a look at it.  Had
he looked through the same hole I'd watched Cale through?  Had he stood
next to him at the trough, pretending not to notice the way I pretended not
to look when I sidled up next to somebody in the john?  In truth I loved
looking at other guy's dicks in public toilets, but I never got a really
good look, because I was always afraid to actually LOOK.  I liked seeing
Cale's dick, and I looked down at mine as I stretched it.  I imagined
Cale's cock getting bigger, then bigger, then attached to Mr.  Miller.  I
pulled my shirt all the way off and shot a jizz load much further than
usual.  Right up to under my chin and across my shoulder, the last ooze
dribbling onto my stomach where it usually landed.  I slowly wiped it up a
finger full at a time and tongued it off my fingers while thinking about
the day, then drifted to a solid sleep.  I was tired, and had worked plenty
hard.

The next day, Tuesday, late morning after I stocked a lot of shelves, I
told Mr. Miller that I had to use the bathroom and that I'd probably be a
few minutes.  I thought that was a good way to say I had to do more than
pee, and the store was in that late morning weekday lull at that point
anyway. I had never sat down in the toilet in the store before, and the
walls and door were the same sort of comfortable, well worn old wood as the
rest of the building.  The toilet paper holder had clearly been replaced
with a more modern unit that didn't fit the space exactly.  As I pulled
paper from it I could feel it was a little loose, and there was a quarter
inch gap between the holder and the rear edge of the square hole for the
old unit.  As I sat, someone came in, and I leaned back to see what I could
see, just out of curiosity.  I could tell right away from the clothes that
it was Miller, though from my vantage point I could only see him mid
stomach to mid thigh.  Remembering Ed's description and suddenly really
excited to see if it was such a big deal, I tingled with a funny feeling
while waiting to see his cock.  I had never seen a fully grown man's dick,
considering Cale as just a slightly more grown up version of me, except for
stolen glances in the library or the park toilets while standing next to a
stranger.  The showers at school didn't count, because everybody was very
fast about keeping covered until the last second, and facing away from each
other while drying and dressing was how it was always done.  Straight cock
staring just wasn't ever done, and besides, those were kid cocks like mine.
I was more than a little jazzed to see an actual man dick, and this was my
moment.

Miller didn't just unzip and pull out.  He slipped his suspenders down,
spread his stance a little and lowered his pants and underwear, then
flipped his left hand up under his balls and cock to flop it all forward.
He grabbed his dick with his right paw, pulled the skin back and let go a
stream.  The head had skin stretched around it about halfway up towards the
tip, really tight it seemed, but if he had a foreskin, I thought that would
be baggy skin hanging off the front.  My face was glued to the opening
watching all this, less than three feet away.  I was wide eyed and
grinning, and found myself stroking my cock like crazy.  All this was new
to me, but I liked what I was seeing, and I liked what I was feeling.
Miller's cock was big, but not like an elephant, just big and full and
meaty, and his balls and ballsack looked like they had real weight to them.
My dick, which I really liked just the way it was, seemed thin in
comparison, and my balls looked more like nuts.  His balls looked like
actual balls.

Then he shook it and stroked out the last drop, then turned towards the
stall where I was and stroked it again!  Three long strokes, really slow
and deliberate.  Then he flopped his whole dick and balls upwards a few
strokes with his hand up underneath, not a foot from my face.  Did he know
I could see him?  I was shivering and shaking while he put it all away and
returned to the shop.  I wasn't expecting anything like this, and my jizz
shot all over my pumping hand, some shooting past the hand and onto the
floor.  I quickly cleaned it up and got back to work, still shaking a
little, but definitely smiling while I worked.  When I asked what had to be
done next, Mr. Miller gave no indication that... that what?  That I'd seen
him pee and stretch his thick dick?

He couldn't have known that I could see him.  Didn't I pull and stretch my
dick a little sometimes after I peed?  Wouldn't it have been natural to
turn towards the corner and the wall next to the urinal if you wanted to
stretch it a little, just for a little privacy?

I lay in bed that night and really worked my cock with my mother's lotion,
my eyes closed, thinking over and over about Mr. Miller's cock.  It's girth
and how the skin moved on it as his finger and thumb squeezed up and down
the length of it.  It filled up my whole view like sitting in the front row
at the movies, and my eyes squeezed shut tighter as I shot a power shot of
jizz and my body bucked on the bed like little convulsions.

The next day, Wednesday already, I scrubbed both bathrooms and Cale showed
me what to do.  Mr. Miller insisted that the bathrooms be spotless,
something that businesses think little of anymore.  A little later, Ed
announced quietly that he had to hit the john, and I could hear Miller say
"OK."  I didn't know where Cale was, but I said I was going to sweep up the
loading dock, one of my duties during 'spring cleaning,' and another
pleasant "OK,' came from the front of the store.  I heard the bell over the
front door as I went around back.  The one customer in the shop was just
heading out.

I took my place behind the pile of feed sacks and leaned in for a look.
Ed's cock was pointing right towards my face like Cale's had the other day,
and he had a foreskin!  A real one like a few I'd seen at school, but those
I'd only seen for a split second and never pointed right at my face
pissing.  He pulled the skin back a little and a stream came shooting out
of the loose cluster of skin.  My hand pulled on my suddenly hardening dick
through my pants, again amazed at the spectacle of someone else's cock so
close to my face.

The bathroom door opened again and somebody entered the toilet and let the
door slam.  I couldn't see who.  Utterly to my amazement, Ed's dick started
to grow, and he started to stroke it in a slow, sort of strong way, sort of
squishing it as his thumb and forefinger squeezed up and down its length.
Then I heard a sort of muffled clanking sound just out of visual range.  Ed
turned to the side and dropped to his knees.  I could just see him from the
edge of his ear to the back of his head and from his shoulders to the top
of his head.  What was going on?  His head and shoulders were moving in a
steady rhythm towards the wall, and then it hit me!  Someone was in the
stall and had unscrewed the loose paper holder, stuck their dick through,
and Ed was sucking it!  That was it!  I knew it even though I'd never heard
of such a thing, had never actually seen anything like that, and couldn't
fully see what was going on.  I KNEW what was happening!

Ed let out a mumbled, mouth filled groan, which seemed out of character for
the nutty guy I knew, and I thought I could hear another more muffled groan
coming from the stall.  I started pumping my dick like crazy, then the bell
over the front door of the store rang out clear, and there was a mad dash
for everybody to get back to work.

As I buckled up and trotted back into the shop from out back, I could see
Ed and Cale moving away from the bathroom.  It was Cale who was getting his
dick sucked by Ed!  I was thinking that it must have felt great, and
immediately tried to fathom how they ever got involved in such a crazy
pastime together.  I mean, how the hell do you even approach the subject?
I was just amazed, but I was also boiling with a totally crazy heat.
Stocking shelves, my hands shook a little, and my head just swirled and
swirled with this new knowledge of something so... so what?  Wicked?  Cool?
I didn't know words for what I was feeling, but it totally distracted me
until Mr. Miller's telling me a second time to do something snapped me out
of it.  A little later I went around back again and jerked off like a
tornado, shooting like a lightning bolt across the old wooden wall in the
back.  I couldn't help it.  I was full of this totally crazy feeling.
Crazy, but I was smiling from ear to ear.

I knew I wanted my cock sucked.  In all the old photos showing close ups of
German women sucking German men, I always imagined those lips were around
my meat while jerking off.  Could I get Ed to suck my dick?  How?  How
could I get Ed to actually suck my dick?  Did Cale suck Ed's cock too?
Would Cale suck my dick?  How did it feel?  Probably even better than when
I jerked off with lotion, and that felt amazing.  I'd heard older boys at
school talking about women sucking your cock, and how it felt even better
than fucking a wet, juicy pussy.  Maybe at SOME point one of these guys
would give me a blowjob, but how do you ask someone to suck your dick?
There just is no way I could think of.

That night I rolled my legs up and over my head in my bed and slowly pulled
myself into position to get the tip of my cock into my mouth.  I could
really only push my lips around the head and tongue the slit.  I jerked off
towards my mouth like I'd done dozens of times before, but this time I
wasn't thinking about my stash of old porn.  I was thinking about two guys
I work with, and the possibilities.  I had never thought such things
before, never considered all the variables.  What if I had to suck them,
too?  Would I do it?  Would I like it?  What would their dicks feel like in
my mouth? As I thought about it, I pushed my lips out more and strained my
body just a little more to get my whole dick head into my mouth.  At this
angle the pressure made my cock head seem even bigger and I more
consciously gave myself a little blowjob, and imagined it was their dick
head I was sucking, then I backed off to a more comfortable distance and
started to jerk faster.  I shot a jizm stream straight down into my mouth,
a real strong squirt then a slower one.  I imagined it was Ed's cock
shooting, then I puckered my lips again up to the head and licked the tip
clean and thought about Cale and his dick.  Maybe I could suck them.  Maybe
I could suck them both.  I unrolled my body and lay there, tired from the
day but still stroking my cock.  I think I could actually suck their cocks.
It had to be just like now, me licking my own dick and slurping up my own
come, only more fun.  They had figured out how to have fun cocksucking, and
I wanted a part of it.  Really wanted a part of it.  But how to make it
happen?

Thursday was a tough day of work with lots of trucks in and out, and there
was no slipping off to look at anything in the morning, but my mind was
never far from what I'd seen the day before, and what that meant to my new
goal of getting my dick sucked, and maybe sucking them too.  It took up my
thoughts throughout the day and I stayed in a pretty excited state of mind,
but whenever I was working with or talking to or just passing either guy,
there was no indication that they knew I'd seen anything.  I stole discreet
glances at their crotches, but no boners, while I had to hide mine and try
to think it down from rock hard.

That afternoon, I made my quiet bathroom announcement to Mr. Miller and
headed to the stall.  As I sat on the toilet, I could see the round headed
nuts that held the newer paper holder in place were loose on the bolts, all
but one almost all the way out.  Just out of curiosity, I unscrewed three
of them and left the little rounded nuts in a row along the wooden stall
shelf.  The fourth was just a turn away, and I undid it, again just out of
curiosity.  The paper holder dropped neatly into my hand, and I was looking
through a very old, very smooth square opening in the wood.  This was how
Cale got his dick sucked!

For fun, I stood up and moved forward, putting my cock through the wall.
The hole was big, probably 6 inches by 8.  Big.  I imagined Ed on his
knees, sucking my dick, then I sat down again and jerked my now hard
johnson.

The door to the bathroom opened and I snatched up the roll holder and put
it back in place in a panic, faster that I could have imagined, getting one
top screw back in place with just enough twist to keep it from falling and
terrified that whoever came in heard the slight sound it made as it went
into place.  Holding my dick with one hand, I snuck a look around the back
of it and there was Mr.  Miller, pants down as before, pissing with what
looked to be half a boner.  It really was big now, at least compared to how
it had hung before, and I really was amazed.  As I stared at it and pulled
at my own cock, I was starting to shake, physically, and I couldn't seem to
stop myself, when Miller gave his cock a wiggle and a stretch, and turned
to face the wooden stall.  This time though, as he stretched and then
stroked his cock, it grew into a real man's dick.  I suddenly, suddenly
realized, almost in terror, that he could probably see me looking at him,
especially if he knew where I would be looking from.  Fear shot through me
as I realized my boss could see me looking at his dick.  Panic, and
shaking, yet I still had a hold of my cock, and my face was still right up
to the wall, staring with the widest eyes I've ever had.

He moved closer, and the tip of his cock was just beyond the slit I was
looking through.  His strokes were slow, long and deliberate.  My left hand
had settled on my ball sack, and my right hand was now really stroking my
cock as I kept my face close to the wall and stared in amazement.  I was
breathing through my open mouth, and I could hear my breathing.  Not loud,
but it had a shake to it, just like my limbs were shaking.  Shaking almost
violently.  I never felt anything like this combination of excitement and
fear.  His cock touched the opening.  Actually touched it.  The meaty head
filled part of the space then pulled back, then pressed gently in again.
His cock was now quietly pressing, almost slapping against it, over and
over and over.  I don't know what I was thinking, but I took my hand off my
cock and in an instant my fingertips were caressing the big head of his
dick through the narrow space in the wall.  It was an insane thing to do,
but this was an insane moment.  His cock head was smooth and meaty and very
warm to the touch.  Soft and hard.  I heard an almost inaudible breathy but
very deep and manly moan from his side of the wall, then my left hand
suddenly just leapt to the paper roll holder and unscrewed the last hanging
nut from the wall.  In an instant I had the whole fleshy tube in my hand,
squeezing it, stroking up, pulling it.

I had never touched another man's dick before, and in a quick moment it
seemed to fill the whole opening as I pulled his ball sack through with my
left hand.  He was leaning in, holding the top of the stall, me gently
pulling and kneading his balls and sack with my left hand and stroking his
now fully hard dick with my right.  My hands were still shaking, though I
wasn't afraid, I just couldn't seem to help it.  I pulled it fully through
and turned my whole body towards the wall, then started to rock back and
forth with my upper body as I stroked Miller's now hard cock.  It was
probably 8 inches long, but it was fat like a ring baloney, and my hand
didn't go all the way around it.  I rocked while I stroked because my arm
seemed almost frozen at the elbow and was clenched tight to my side, but my
body took over the motion that stroked his beautiful, handsome cock.  I
stared at it, wide eyed, really drinking in how it looked, as my motions
brought my face closer and away, closer and away.  Without even
understanding what I was doing, my mouth opened as I rocked, pulling myself
towards it as I pointed it up towards my mouth, all the while rocking,
rocking.  Without thinking, my mouth opened wider as I rocked.  My hot
breath was pouring over it in gaspy exhales.  Then, for only a split
second, it grazed my lips and tongue, a cock actually touched my tongue and
upper lip, and only then I realized my tongue was filling the lower part of
my open mouth.  I said the word "Ohhhhh" as a long breathy exhale, totally
surprised by the sound of my own voice.  My mouth opened even wider, and my
tongue lolled out even further.  I rocked and rocked my head. my shoulders,
my upper body, squeezing it, pulling it, staring at it, breathing hard
through my mouth and it bumped again on my tongue and my lips as I played
with his balls with my left hand.  Now the tip was actually going into and
back out of my mouth as I rocked and squeezed and stroked and pulled on his
big fleshy monster cock, the edges of my lips and tongue touching it as it
slipped into my now gaping mouth, then back out.  I was rocking and
stroking and shaking like a leaf and breathing in quivering, almost
convulsive breaths.  My tongue fell further out and tasted more of the
underside of his cock as I slowed almost to a stop.  His dick head was
resting on my tongue as the tip of my tongue pulsed just below the meaty
head of his cock, but the whole thing was so big that my lips barely
circled his cock head as I licked up.  I moved my head forward and down
again, slowly, and the heavy head rolled right up my tongue into my mouth
as my lips circled it and my head pushed forward and down.  I was shaking
with excitement, a real man cock stretching my mouth and me actually
sucking it like a real man.  A real man.  This was my man moment, and I was
now a man with a man's hot fleshy cock in my mouth.

I started rocking again, the tip, the head and part of the shaft pushing in
and out.  In.  In my mouth and out.  My right hand had a real grip on it,
and the skin was moving back and forth on it differently than it did on my
dick, the skin gathering a little as my hand came up and tightening as my
hand stroked down.  My left hand was mostly just holding his balls now as I
swayed, as my head bobbed up and down.  It was big, but not too big to fit
right into my eager, incredibly eager mouth as I took my hand off his balls
and held his meat with both hands and let it finally just plow right in as
I rocked forward again.  My hands were still shaking as I swayed back and
forth and my mouth went down and over and then up and off this amazing
dick.  I let out a mouth filled moan, another sound I'd never heard before
coming from me until this moment.

This was just incredible.  Here I was, rocking and sucking a cock, a big,
amazingly handsome cock, something I'd never even considered before, and
yet here I was, squeezing that dick, moving my head around as I went up and
down, at least as much as the size of the thing allowed.  Nobody taught me
any of this, it just came to me in a moment of crazy excitement and
passion.  I was overwhelmed with a rush of feeling like I was swooning and
about to faint, now grunting for air.  I could hear my slurping sounds
slapping and sucking as I moved my face and my whole upper body down and up
and down again.

"Ssssssssssssuck that cock, boy" I could hear Miller say, but it wasn't
bossy or mean, just a quietly intense hot steam coming out as words.  His
hips rolled, but it was entirely me in control as I went up and down on his
dick, sucking, slurping, pushing my lips and mouth down only as far as I
was comfortable swallowing, slurping up again to the tip.  "Don't stop,
boy!" I heard him hiss and I knew what was coming, though I'd only ever
tasted or seen my own come before this moment.  His hips convulsed and my
lips stuck way out and clamped around the pulsing tip, but I never stopped
moving, pushing my slurping lips down just past the head and back out to
the tip, and back down, my tongue wiggling uncontrollably against his piss
slit on the upswing.  His whole being twitched and I was not expecting the
force or velocity of the first few squirts.  "Ooooomph!" he groaned,
lurching his body against the wall and slamming another inch into my mouth
while the whole thing exploded.  I swallowed one mouthful instantly,
gulping instinctively, then a second mouthful of jizm rushed in, not as
forceful as the first, but fast.  I was able to taste it better as it
swirled through my mouth, over and around my tongue and down my throat.

My left hand flew to my own dick as I swallowed, still rocking and sucking
and breathing in grunts, and my cock shot off in just a few strokes, my
come flying everywhere, and the excess from his first big squirt of come
leaking just a little from the corner of my mouth.  I let out a long, long
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM sound, just feeling his pulsing meat in my mouth,
feeling little increases still in the juices filling my mouth since my
second big swallow.  Miller had been absolutely rigid, then was suddenly
still and quiet, and I could feel his johnson soften a little from the
extra engorged it had become as he'd jizzed and jizzed.  He pulled back a
little and my hand tightened around it.  I leaned back and looked at it, at
how manly and handsome it was.  I stroked up another big dollop of cream
and put my whole mouth back on it to suck off the last of it.  I heard
another breathy moan from his side as my head moved down on it again,
deeper than before because it wasn't so hugely hard, then it pulled back
and popped out of my still sucking mouth with a quiet wet pop noise.  I
watched, still breathing in big breaths, as his cock and balls slid back
out through the opening like some retreating monster.  I was still shaking,
but not as violently as before, panting, my hand and my cock covered in
jizz.  As I watched Mr. Miller put his pants in order through the squared
off suck hole, I licked the line of come and spit drooling down the right
side of my mouth, swallowed again, and smiled, still breathing hard.  This
was the coolest, most intense, most amazing thing that I had ever done, and
I needed a minute to just come back to some sense of normalcy.

This was new.  Really, really new, and I liked everything about it.  I
loved sucking that cock.  I loved how it made me feel.  I loved the taste
of it, the look of it, the soapy clean smell of it.  I loved the jizm.  His
jizz.  My jizz.  All of it.  That was strong, man work, and I'd sucked that
man's cock like a real man.  I felt like I had graduated into some unknown
man fraternity, but I had come through the initiation suddenly a champion.

I could hear Mr. Miller washing up at the sink.  "That was the best, boy.
The best, and I've been around a long time."  There was a really fun yet
exhausted lilt to his strong voice, as someone who is very, very pleased
with himself and with the world.

He headed out of the bathroom and back to work.  A minute later I heard the
ring of the front door bell, and I quickly started to clean up myself and
the jizz I'd somehow gotten all over.

As I hit the floor, Mr. Miller barked several tasks to be done in his
friendly but forceful way, and I jumped right back to work, my head
completely swooning, but the tasks at hand serving to focus me back to
Earth.  I had hoped to have my cock sucked at some point, maybe even some
point soon, and I'd already decided that I could and would suck them back
if that was how everything worked.  I was excited about trying it, but I
hadn't expected the fury of the experience of my being so overwhelmed with
this crazed feeling and sucking Mr. Miller's magnificent tool.  My cock was
rock hard again in my khakis, and it went from half hard to rock hard
repeatedly, all the rest of the day, precome drip forming a small wet spot
that forced me to carry things in front of me as I made my way around the
shop.  When I was given a loading dock task, I jerked off again in my
regular spot, thankful for the chance to just let off some steam.  Man, I
was full of crazy energy!

That night I jerked off two more times with lotion, the sight of all three
guy's cocks in my mind, but mostly Mr. Miller's, reliving that incredible
suck fest over and over until I fell asleep, hard.



End, part 1


AUTHOR'S NOTES

Like all my stories, this one is a combination of real experiences and
situations and people from my life used as the jumping off point for
storytelling.  I freely change places and dates and sometimes combine
several people into one character to make for a better tale.  Though this
one does not, I love stories that take place in the tack room of the barn,
whether straight, bi or gay, because that was central to my sexual
experiences growing up.

Though this story takes place before I was 18, I do not wish to relive my
comically promiscuous youth.  If you are under 18, or like to pretend you
are, go away.  If you are over 18 and think you'd like to talk about
something you've done or wish to do that is in any way questionable,
legally, go away.  Period.  I write my stories for fun, because I enjoy the
feeling I get from writing them.  My character is always freely making
choices, in control of his own destiny and passions, and having fun.  If
you have a great sense of humor, find my stories amusing, and have some
sort of comment, feel free to write.  backinthehayloftagain@yahoo.com
Otherwise, just enjoy!

Raj Pepper