Date: Sun, 17 Jul 2011 15:59:29 -0700 (PDT)
From: Raj Pepper <backinthehayloftagain@yahoo.com>
Subject: A Very Young Man's Summer Job, 1962, PART 9

A Very Young Man's Summer Job, 1962, PART 9

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


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See author's notes at the end, if you like.
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HARDWARE STORE HELPER, First Week, 1962, Part 9

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 month of that journey for me.



Everyone relaxed with cold sodas, a few of the older guys having an icy can
of beer.  There was lots of clean sweat smells, and cock sweat and balls
sweat and ass sweat and smeared jism drying and being smeared around on
legs and chins and dicks.

Dave Baylor got up and came back with a tray of hot washcloths.  Everyone
was wiping themselves and each other down, while all continued some sort of
languid cock massaging and stretching, and playing with their balls for the
visual pleasure of each other.  I wiped myself all over, then pulled myself
across the king size bed to where Mr, Baylor lay against the pile of
pillows along the fireplace wall.  I wiped his thighs and balls, then lay
my face down on his half hard cock and sucked it gently into my mouth.  I
felt so manly, a real man, but I'm sure I looked like a very young teen to
Baylor Senior.

He ran his hands through my hair over and over, gently but firmly, as his
man sized dick grew in my mouth.  Something else you wish to orchestrate,
my little band leader?  I looked up at him and he was smiling such a
handsome, warm smile at me.  I asked Is that OK? and looked from him to
Mr. Miller.  Miller made a knowing, approving nod with an expression that
matched.

Dave, lay next to me, I called across the giant bed quietly, and I rolled
back and threw my legs over my head.  I wanted Mr. Baylor's cock up my ass,
but I wanted it while I lay on my back.  The feeling of a regular fuck was
great, but laying on your back and getting fucked from the front was
amazing.  I looked at Mr. Baylor and asked Will you fuck me, while Dave
fucks Jack next to me?  I hadn't finished my sentence when Jack was already
laying next to me, his legs going right up in the air, a drunken look on
his face in the firelight, even though I knew he wasn't drunk on booze.  It
was the thought of Dave's cock, and the feeling of him going in balls deep,
and laying next to me while I got slammed up the ass by Dave's dad.
Mr. Baylor was already on his knees, holding my thighs, and I could feel
his dick sliding and poking and jabbing and carressing my asshole.

Cale, Ed, please, grease their dicks.  Please, now.  I was squirming,
gyrating, my hand on my cock and Dave's hand working Jack's, Mr. Baylor and
me and Jack and Dave all breathing like horses in heat.  My coworkers were
suddenly there, sliding the goo from the tube up and down both fucker's
dicks, and then sliding in and around Jack's ass and mine.  I could see a
wide eyed Jerry looking excited but almost frightened.  Ed, you and Cale do
what you want with Jerry. Fuck him, slam his jaws with dick.

The three of them disappeared from my view as Mr. Baylor grabbed his
handsome tan man dick and started to poke at my arse with rhythmic
determination.  I felt pillows jammed under my shoulders and back and then
saw Mr. Miller do the same with Jack as both Baylors positioned themselves
to fuck us.  I was writhing like a young beast, doing everything I could to
encourage and make way for that dick to enter my hole.  The head cleared as
I let out a huge groan, trying to get more in.  Mr. Baylor pulled back,
then forward more, then back some, and forward again.  The huge amount of
grease was doing the job, and I immediately fely his dick rubbing back and
forth on the spot that makes me crazy to fuck like this.  Every stroke now
was hitting it, both in and out, and I was whimpering and growling and
panting and grunting all at the same time.  I was grabbing Mr. Baylor's
shoulders and neck, pulling him onto me and into me, my asshole pushing to
receive
 each fuck stroke.  I looked at Jack and Dave screwing like crazy men, and
I could hear Jerry's voice off to the side somewhere as he got plowed and
likely got his face fucked at the same time.  I hope they switched and took
turns with him, he could handle it.  Hell, I can handle it, and I'm younger
than all these guys!

Baylor knew he was hitting my spot and was really grinding me, as I started
to say, uncontrollably, Fuck, fuck, fuck with every exhale, every push in
from him and every grind back from me.  Come was just oozing and oozing in
what seemed like a tiny steady stream out of the slit of my dick head.
Mr. Baylor was sweating all over me, and I was sweating like crazy.  He
jerked as his first jizz slammed up my ass and I groaned and he groaned
like an explosion and we clutched each other in what seemed like a steel
embrace of sweat and muscle, my young teen muscles and his fine man
muscles.

We collapsed, and I could hear everyone else around us coming right after
us.  I don't know what I was thinking but I started to let the dripping
sweat from his neck and chin run across my tongue and into my mouth.  It
was crazy, and it was exciting.

Again, I was a man, no longer a kid who had just become a teen.  I was a
man.  I could fuck like a man, and I could handle a man's fucking me,
fucking me wild.  When I was with Theo or Robby, I was happy being that
teen that I really was, but here, with these guys, I was the equal of any
one of them.

Mr. Baylor let go of me and my legs flopped down, like jelly with
exhaustion.  He took my dick in his mouth and sucked me.  It took less than
a minute for me to come, then he did a crazy thing.  He came up the bed,
tilted my head back, opened my mouth with just a suggestion from his thumb,
and opened his mouth just above my open mouth.  My come slid out of his
mouth into mine and I swallowed, then stuck my tongue out to catch any last
drops.  He leaned forward and let his come covered tongue slide back and
forth all aroung my outstretched tongue.  I grabbed him a again hard, and
pulled him on top of me, pushing my tongue into his mouth searching and
licking and looking for more of my jizz.  Our tongues were in a crazy
battle as our faces crushed against each other, my arms around his neck
tight as I could.  He broke free and looked at me with a huge man grin,
then looked at his son Dave who was just sucking Jack after fucking him as
his father
 had done with me.

Hold that come in your mouth, he said quietly to Dave, the come over and
let it run down to Barry's tongue.  Jack was looking right at me as he
started to buck jism into Dave's mouth, and he groaned and his body went
stiff and twitched.  Dave was working the shaft and massaging his balls,
getting every drop that he could, then he looked at his father, mouth
clearly full yet managing a closed mouth smile, and came across to me.  He
positioned his face above mine and heard his father whisper Open wide and
stick out that tongue.  He didn't have to tell me twice.  I opened wide and
pointed my tongue up, my eyes involuntarily closing as I felt a load of hot
cream and spit suddenly drop into my mouth.  I stuck my tongue out even
further as I swallowed, and felt Dave Baylor's come covered tongue touch
mine, then slide all around.  I could taste the jism and feel a little of
the different textures of Jack's ropey come.  Like I'd just done with his
dad, I
 was suddenly crazy, bucking my crotch up in the air while I threw my arms
around Dave's neck and had a ferocious tongue battle with him, both our
mouths covered with spit and jizz slime.  It was muscular and masculine and
manly and hot and I was bucking crazy,

My eyes opened a little and I could see Mr. Miller stroking his magnificent
sausage near us.  I knew I wanted him again, now, up my ass.  Miller.
Mr. Miller up my ass.  Please.

Strong hands laid me on my stomach in an instant, and others jammed pillows
under my mid section.  I could hear myself quietly, breathily say Fuck,
fuck me, fuck my ass.  I could feel his grease covered cock at my already
opened and stretched ass.  There was pressure and girth, but I pushed back
to recieve it, slowly but very, very steadily.  As the giant head made it
through the ring, I yelled deep into a pillow, but still pushed back.  I a
few strokes I could tell that massive cannon was in, and felt the steady
strokes as he just impaled me over and over and over.

This time, I was more content to just let him fuck me, and I wasn't
fighting back or bucking back, just letting the greased pleasure of that
sea monster power back and forth until he came.  I loved it.  I love his
dick all the way up my ass.  I loved Mr. Baylor's cock, I loved watching
his son fuck my buddy Jack.  I loved the crazy new thing of a come covered
tongue battle with both sweat covered father and sweat covered son.  I was
swooning with dick, and swooning with come.  I was swooning with all the
smells and all the tastes.

Ed and Cale led me into the showers and washed me down, both laughing and
talking, but I couldn't really hear them, I was drunk with cock, and happy
as a clam.




Stay tuned for the next chapter.

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