Date: Tue, 8 Feb 2011 10:44:12 -0800 (PST)
From: Raj Pepper <backinthehayloftagain@yahoo.com>
Subject: Young Man's Summer Job, Part 6

Young Man's Summer Job, Part 6

A Very Young Man's Summer Job, HARDWARE STORE HELPER, 1962, Part 6


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

Mm, MMMm, mm, mmm, 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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Chapter 6


       I lay in bed that night and thought about all that I'd done since
that moment when I'd opened up the hole in the wall at the hardware store
and sucked Mr. Miller's fat cock over a week ago.

I'd sucked Ed and Cale, I'd sucked that man at the library, my friend Theo
in the locker room and Robbie, that boy at the top of the library stairs.
I'd sucked Jerry and Jack.  All of them except for the man in the library
had sucked me, and almost all of them had gotten a mouthful of my jizz.

I'd been boned up the ass by Ed, by Cale and by Mr. Miller, and I'd fucked
Jack up his ass, and just about every night I'd either sucked the tip of my
own cock curled up and over on my bed or just jerked off all over my chest
and stomach thinking about all of dicks that I'd tasted, all the come I'd
slurped, all the pounding my ass had gotten and the plowing I'd given to
Jack.

I wasn't cock obsessed, just suddenly had my eyes open to the
possibilities, and something about me was saying yes to every opportunity.

I had been thinking alot about Mr. Miller's cock, and as busy as last
weekend had been with regular hardware store activity after our cock crazy
card game Friday night, I was wondering if there might be time to get it
into my mouth again this Saturday or Sunday.  The girth and heft of it,
attached to the muscle bound tank that was Miller's body, made it seem
almost surreal, yet I knew how powerful and very real it was.  I wanted it
in my hands, with my lips stretched and my face pushing down over it.

I'd been told to be in by 7:30 on Saturdays and 8:30 on Sundays, half an
hour before we opened, but Mr. Miller had said I could get there any where
from 7 to 7:30.  I pulled up to the front door on my bike at 7:02 and
Mr. Miller unlocked and let me in with a smile and said, Put your bike in
the back and come back to my office.  Miller's office was just the half
walled enclosure near the front door and a higher area a few steps up with
another higher half wall.  Mr. Miller could look out over the entire store
from his upper aerie.  He headed up there and I followed.  There was an old
style oak office chair that had been attached to a much higher base, and he
pulled what looked like a tall footstool with a small cushioned bench top
attached out from where it was tucked to the wall, and set it in front of
the high chair.  He turned to me and smiled his friendly smile, eyes extra
bright, looked at me and lowered first his suspenders, then his pants and
underwear, climbed up into the high chair, spread his legs apart and said,
Do you know what to do?

His cock was three quarters hard, the big bullet head spreading the skin of
his foreskin, and it was pointing right at me.  I was panting already, my
heart racing, my eyes wide, my smile beaming.  Sure, I said and I climbed
onto the cushioned stool, balanced on my knees, and took his beautiful tool
into my hands.  It leapt to full hardon in my hand and I stroked it all the
way from the bottom to the top.  That's it, said Miller through his smile
and I could feel him slide a little forward on the seat as I licked up the
front edge of the head.  His dick head slit was much tighter than mine, but
I still pushed and wiggled my tongue at the opening, for fun, before I slid
my mouth over the whole head and past it, stretching my lips.  I sucked
like I was in a hurry, afraid customers would start knocking and spoiling
this moment I'd waited more than a week for.

The angle of me kneeling on the high stool was perfect for sucking his big
boner, and I went for it with all the gusto I had.  His muscled hands and
fingers rested on my head and stroked my hair, moving up and down with me
but not pushing.  His breathing was accompanied by very, very deep moans
that sounded like a huge animal, somewhere between growling and purring.

I was so excited I started to shake.  It wasn't any sort of fear this time,
just pure excitement mixed with a dick driven elation.  Still, I couldn't
control it, and was shaking steadily as I felt Miller's hands hold my head
a little more firmly and felt his body tense.  I pushed my face way down,
but still didn't get more than half of it into my mouth, then resumed a
furious sucking up and down past the head.  I could feel it coming a
fraction of a second before it went off in my mouth, and I froze to feel
the shot.  It filled what room there was in my mouth and I pulled back some
and swallowed as a second shot hit.  I gulped that and kept working the
head, Miller letting out a strong, deep animal grunt of pleasure.  As it
softened just a little, I squeezed up the length of it again and again,
licking the white glob of goo that appeared each time, amazed at the feel
of his dick in my hand.

Miller took over milking his bone, wiping it across my lower lip each tip
he pulled a bead of come up the length of it, then he climbed back down,
pulled his clothes back on and lifted me by the armpits and deposited me in
the oak high chair like I weight no more than a rag doll.  I stood on the
little step of the chair and undid my chinos, dropped them and pulled my
briefs down to my ankles, then sat and faced Mr. Miller with my legs
spread.  He hadn't told me to do all that, but I figured that was where we
were going next, and it seemed the right thing to do.  He didn't bother
with the stool, and just stood between my legs and took my dick in his
right hand, pointed it towards his mouth as he lowered his face down on my
raging hard cock.  It felt so good, his strength coming across even through
his lips.  I was getting a strong, manly blow job from an incredibly strong
man, and I loved the manly way it made me feel.

His head came off of me for a moment, and he stroked me while looking
closely at my cock.  This is a real good cock, he said, really handsome.  I
felt him stroke a few more strokes, then felt his tongue run up the length
of it while he stroked.  You might think you're already a full grown man,
he continued, but you and this strong cock of yours will keep growing.
It'll be even bigger than it is now, and by the end of the summer it'll be
more man size.  Mark my words, he added while suddenly looking up at me and
smiling, then went right back to sucking me off.

He was good, and I was already on the mountaintop of excitement, so in no
time I blew a load of jizm into his muscled jaws.  He let out a quiet moan
of satisfaction as I jizzed, and he milked my rod quickly but thoroughly,
then he indicated I should sit again on the stool.  It was time I learned
the rules.

Cocksucking was something they all did for fun, and it was special.  It
needed to stay special, and never be common.  To keep it special, we
couldn't do it too often, sometimes not at all between card games.  At the
card games, you could do anything you wanted, as many times as you wanted.
He explained that they'd made it easy for me to show that I was interested
in cock play, but all that had to be done very rarely.

Some iron clad rules were that you couldn't just talk about dicks or blow
jobs or the card games or ass fucking out loud in the hardware store or
anywhere else.  In the store, you had to assume your grandmom was on the
other side of the aisle at all times, so you could only talk about cock, or
suck cock, if you came in early.  You couldn't talk about the card games to
anybody who hadn't already been invited to the games.  Ever.  At the card
games, everybody sucked cock and everybody at some point took a cock up
their asses.  That made them part of the club, and also assured that they
would keep what they did, who they sucked, who they asked and sometimes
even begged to fuck them would remain their own club secret.  I was fun.
It was cool.  It was special, and it only worked because everybody made it
work.

I understood, and I said so.  I understood the exclusiveness of it, the fun
of it, the 'cock' of it.  I understood that understanding allowed me to
continue to enjoy everything I'd already tasted, and that having sucked and
loved dick and having asked and even begged for all those cocks up my ass
was something worth keeping to myself and to those in the inner circle of
this amazing club.  I wanted more, and I wanted to feel safe about it all.
The card game set up worked for me.  Really worked for me.

Cale and Ed came in and it was clear I'd already been there at least for a
little while.  Maybe my cheeks were red.  I gave them both a big hello
through my smile.  Should I come in early tomorrow? Cale said through an
equally broad smile, and Ed was beaming in his typically goofy way.

It was a busy day, with Mr. Miller's ancient aunt helping out at one of the
registers.  I did all the duties I'd learned during my first week, and
stayed tuned for any directives from any of the guys.  The day flew by, but
I regularly let my thoughts fly to my morning, mouth crammed full of
Mr. Miller's elephant trunk of a cock, and the anticipation of connecting
with my crazy coworkers in the morning.

This time, when somebody mentioned to me that they had been a summer boy at
Miller's Hardware, with that typical nostalgic friendly face I'd come to
expect to accompany that declaration, I searched for any sort of deeper
meaning, but still just got an innocent smile.  Maybe I was wrong.  Maybe
what I got to do and what Jack had done as summer boy was the exception,
not the rule.

That night I lay down in bed and caressed my cock and balls, and horny or
not, passed out from a hard day's work.

In the morning I fully expected to get there early to play a little with
Cale and maybe Ed, too, but still showed up at nearly 7:30.  As I rushed in
I said, almost apologetically, Saturday morning, extra early?  Is that OK?
Both of them laughed goodnaturedly.  They were both such great guys, so
natural, so funny, so easy to work with...



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. Man or
woman, 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