Date: Sat, 28 Aug 2010 11:53:40 -0700 (PDT)
From: Raj Pepper <backinthehayloftagain@yahoo.com>
Subject: HARDWARE STORE HELPER, First Week, 1962, Part 4

1962.

Unobserved, the new kid at the hardware store is amazed to see his co
workers sucking cock, and wonders...


Mm, mm, 1st

Disclaimer.

If you are under 18, do not read this story.  If erotic fiction is illegal
where you are, leave this site.

See author's notes at the end, if you like.
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HARDWARE STORE HELPER, First Week, 1962, Part 4

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...

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My Week As A Cocksucker

Thursday Jerry ran into me in the hallway at school and asked if I wanted
to come over and hang out on Friday night.  His folks were going out and
there was a great movie on TV at 8, and I told him that sounded great.

He said we should meet at the end of school and walk over to Cheshire High.
Jack had a crazy workout routine and he would drive us home from there.
Sounds cool I said and continued on with my day.  I thought again about the
idea that maybe some of the summer boys of the past were members of the
same club I was now a full member of.  I wondered about Jack, and drifted
into a daydream about Jack cramming Mr. Miller's big baloney cock into his
mouth while I watched and jerked my dick on the bed next to them.  I found
myself smiling again, and saw in my mind Jack point it towards my mouth,
and in an instant I had it in, slurping and moving my head up and down.  I
squeezed my hard on through my pants, then snapped back to attention before
anyone in class caught on.

Friday gym class was moved to last class because of an assembly, and I was
now a little more used to getting undressed with my new cock awareness
pulsing like a thing alive.  Sure, I was half hard getting into my jock,
and so was Theo, and neither of us were shy about staring at each others
swinging rods, but we moved quickly, and neither of us had the trouble of
going full hard that we'd had before.

As we came back in, all sweat and laughs, I said, quietly but crisply
through my teeth, Don't get a bone in the shower, and Theo smiled and
nodded.  I made a 'slow down' motion with my hands, and we entered the
showers just as the other kids were running back out, none of them having
had a real thorough rinse, as usual.

We faced away from the yelling, hurrying kids in the lockers behind us, and
I said Keep the water at least cool, but both of us were three quarters
hard.  I soaped my dick and balls and watched Theo watching me.  He did the
same, and I was hard as a rock, no matter what the temperature of the water
was.  Here was a friend I'd known nearly my whole life, and suddenly we
were showing off our dicks in a way that I knew was going to lead right to
another suck fest.  I'm sure he knew it too.

You could here the doors slamming and the sounds dying down as the kids ran
out to catch buses or walk home, and Theo and I faced each other more
blatantly as we rinsed off.  His eyes and his grin were alive, as I'm sure
mine were.  We both grabbed our towels and held them in front of ourselves,
this time to hide boners as we crossed from the showers to the lockers, in
case anyone was still there.  Back at our end of the row, we stood facing
each other with hard dicks pointing up and at each other.  I grabbed mine
and squeezed it, and started to stroke it.  Theo grabbed his the same way,
then stepped towards me, pushed his pelvis forward and sort of slowly
slapped his dick across mine.  Next thing you know it was like we were
sword fighting with our dicks, while jerking them at the same time.  I
loved the feeling of his cock's skin and the head as it it dragged along
mine, and then did the same on the other side.

Do you jerk off, I asked, and he said Damn right I do! and we both laughed
quietly and pumped furiously.  Let me see it closer while you jerk it, I
said and sat down on the bench.  He was jerking it more slowly now, very
close to my face, and I was shaking a little again with anticipation, and
breathing hard.  I reached up and slipped my hand around it and he
immediately let go so I had more room to work it.  I was sliding my hand up
and down its length, then squeezing and pumping it close and closer to my
mouth, rocking as I always seemed to do when I found myself in this
position and this nervous.  I'm sure he could feel my breath rolling over
it.  His hips were pushing forward, and he was probably pretty sure I was
going to wrap my lips around it.

It was moving into and out of my mouth, but my lips were open so wide it
hadn't touched anything yet when I suddenly said, Do you want to see mine
up close?  Sure, he said through almost a gulp of air, and he sat down as I
stood up.  He leaned in close and jerked my meat in a steady, pulling
rhythm.  I could see mostly the top of his head, but he kept getting closer
in tiny increments, and I could feel his breath on my cock, hotter and more
intense as he got it practically in his mouth.  I rolled my hips forward
and the tip of my dick immediately landed right on his tongue and lips.  I
couldn't see it, but I sure could feel it!

He froze, completely, stock still as a rock, but he didn't pull his face or
lips or tongue away.  My cock lay on his tongue, his lips encircling the
front half of the head, but we both stood still as statues.  I thought to
reassure him by offering to suck him, right then and there, and said
quietly, Should we switch again for awhile?  At that he let his lips open
more and moved his face forward, my cock slipping in, in a beautiful moment
of pure cocksucker bliss.  After a few long, swirly sucking strokes where
his hand and mouth were working in amazing harmony, he said OK, lets
switch.  He stood up and I sat down in a flash, his dick back in front of
my mouth.  I stuck my tongue out and started a slow licking under the head
and all around the tip.  As I slowly tongued the slit, I looked up and
there was an old friend beaming.  I liked all this cocksucking.  I really,
really liked it!

BARRY! someone yelled from the outside door at the end of the locker room,
Are you god damned in there?  It was Jerry, and I'd forgotten about walking
with him to Cheshire High.  I'll be right out, I yelled while Theo and I
were already scrambling to get into our clothes, half crazy with the fear
of being caught and the laughter that it was someone I knew, and everything
was alright.

Neither Theo or I had to say a thing to each other as we bolted through the
door, sloppily dressed but dressed enough.  We headed in different
directions, me with Jerry, him towards home, running.  We knew that we
could pick this up again at any time, and I thought to myself that that
moment would definitely be soon.  Real soon.

At Cheshire High, Jack was just coming off the field with his overstuffed
backpack.  He'd been told that he should work to improve his stamina, so
he'd come up with a rigorous routine of running laps with a heavy pack.
I'd never been in the C.H.S. locker room, and it smelled more like a locker
room than ours.  Jerry and I sat on the long bench between two rows of
lockers, and I laughed to myself how similar all this seemed to where I'd
been just 40 minutes before.  We talked and laughed while I pretended to
not watch Jack in the shower, but if my little show at school had been
modest, Jack's was blatantly obvious, soaping and rubbing his cock and
balls not 15 feet from us.

I looked at Jerry, we were still talking, while looking at Jack, and
wondered that Jerry didn't seem to notice the show.  Jack bounded out of
the shower and dried off in front of us, his half hard on become three
quarters hard as he toweled his hair.  He was standing not two feet from
us, then nonchalantly moved closer so that his now hard cock was swinging
back and forth between me and Jerry, not a foot from us.

I was smiling and my eyebrows were way up on my forehead, not really sure
what to make of this display, and not sure what I was expected to do.  Had
Ed or Cale told Jack I was now a cocksucker?  Had he told Jerry?  Did they
think I would suck their cocks just because they waved them in front of me?
Well, I would, but that all seemed a little presumptuous.

Jack now just had his wet towel on top of his head, with both his hands on
top of that, his hard dick and pelvis pointing forward.  He looked at
Jerry, and Jerry looked up at him, and both seemed a little confused, but
neither of them seemed like they had any sort of bad intent.  I just didn't
know how this game worked.

Show him then, Jack said and Jerry reached up and started to stroke Jack's
surprisingly manly cock.  Jerry then pointed it towards me, but I was
frozen.  Smiling, almost laughing, but frozen.  Show him the rest, Jack
said and Jerry got right on his knees and slurped Jack's cock into his
mouth, right in front of my face.  I'd known these guys for years, ridden
bikes with them, gone to the movies, had them over for family barbeque, and
here they were sucking dick in front of me as if that was the most regular
thing ever.

I burst out laughing, and said Jeesus, couldn't we just do all this in your
rec room?  Both of them laughed and I stood up, walked the one half step
over to Jack, bent over, and sucked his bone into my mouth.  Sure, said
Jack, still with a laugh in his voice, we could do that.


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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.  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