From: an92721@anon.penet.fi (Dreamer)
Reply-To: an92721@anon.penet.fi
Subject: The Fourth of July (m/m teen)

WARNING
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This story is about sex between two consenting (even if one is a minor)
men.  If ya don't like it, what the hell are you doing here in the first
place?!?!


The Fourth of July....

        It was only yesterday.  Sheesh.  It was a really nice day, a little
overcast in the morning, but the sun came out and made for a beautiful day.
I had spent it with all of my closest friends, swimming, eating, laughing
and finally setteling down to watch the local fireworks display.
        It was all over around 11:00, and I hopped into my car to head
home.  And as usual, that craving for chocolate overtook me on the way, so
I pulled into a loal convience store which just happened to be on my way
home. 
        I parked on the side of the building, away from the gas pumps, and
walked around towards the front of the store.  As I rounded the corner, I
got a good view of the place, it was a typical (INSERT NAME HERE)-Mart,
with the cashier's area stuck on a little island amidst the piles and piles
of artificially sweetened and colored not-quite-nutritional food
supplements.
        The store was empty save for the cashier, who, from what I could
see over his shoulder, was enjoying a centerfold of one of the many
magazines the store carried.  The ringing of the bell on the door send him
scurrying to ditch it under the counter, so I didn't get to see what it
was, but the flushed color of his face told me it wasn't MONSTER TRUCK
REVIEW.
        I headed straight for the row of candy bars, which was on the
opposite side of the cashier's fortress from the door (most likely to
discoruage little juveniles from trying to lift candy) and grabbed three of
them which seemed to call out for me, then headed for the island to pay for
my sins.  It wasn't until then that I got a good look at the lone employee
of this oaisis of sugar in an asphalt covered world, and I almost dropped
my Kit-Kat.  He was about 16, with long wavy blond hair which would have
come down over one eye if it hadn't been held back by the little Mini-mart
Visor he was wearing.  He was clean shaven, with silver-blue eyes, pale
caramel skin, and a hoop earring.  His lashes were long enough that they
touched his eyebrows between blinks, and his lips were thin and full of
color.
        I set my purchaces on the counter and smiled, while he picked them
up one at a time and punched in the price.
        "How long you stuck here till tonight?" I asked.
        "Until seven tomorrow morning," he replied, a little disheartened.
        "Oh, wow, it sucks to be you," I said, cracking a bit of a smile.
        "Tell me about it," he said, nodding.
        "How'd you manage to pull this shift off?" I asked.
        "Well, my parents are out of town for the weekend, and most of my
friends are away-- I didn't have anything better to do."
        "You volunteered?" I asked, amazed.
        "Well, yea, I guess."
        "Well," I looked at his name tag, "Josh, you're a better man than I am."
        "Did you want anything else?" he asked.
        I would have bought everything in the store just to stay and talk
to him, but I only asked for a soda.  Of course, the soda fountain was on
the opposite side of the enclosure from him, and he had to get up to get
it.  As he did, I noticed the bulge in his pants, which confirmed my
assumption about his reading mateial.
        While his back was to me, I took the opportunity to lean over and
glance under the counter where he had stashed it, and to my astonishment,
saw not a HUSTLER or PENTHOUSE, but this months copy of PLAYGIRL.  I
straightened up as fast as I could, as did my penis, then checked my
pockets to see how much cash I had on me.  Ten bucks and some change--
should be enough.  I moved over to the magazine rack and began scanning
some of the soft core gay mags which were there-- hey, this was a college
town, you could get anything almost anywhere here!
        "So Josh," I asked, while skimming the covers of PLAYGUY and
FRESHMEN, "You a college student?"  He might have been-- if he had
graduated from highschool at 15....
        "No," he replied, turning from the soda fountain with my 32oz Coke,
"I'm a junior up at the highschool."
        "Really?" I asked, "I'm a junior here at the University."
        "That's cool," he said, "What are you studying?"
        "Science," I said, honestly.
        I picked up a copy of FRESHMEN (I like 'em young, what can I say)
and moseyed over to the counter and dropped it with my previous selections.
 I looked up just in time to see the expression on Josh's face-- stunned
was the only word to describe it, but he rang it up without batting an eye.
        "You want a bag for all this?" he asked.
        "No, that's okay, I'm probably gonna crack it open in the parking
lot and skim through it anyway-- bag would be a waste..."
        There was an awkward pause, then he spoke up, "You like that stuff?"
        I played dumb.  "Reeses?  Yea!" I said, opening the bag and popping
one of the cups into my mouth.
        "No... no, I mean... you know, the magazine..."
        "Oh!" I said, "Hell ya!  They're great!"  And then after a moment,
"You?"
        "No... well, I mean... I've never looked... they're expensive and
all..."
        "Well hell, lets break this one open, I've paid for it, right??"
        "I don't know, if someone come in..."
        I had already begun opening the bag when I said, "Then we can stash
it under the counter, right?"
        I swung myself around so I was leaning along the length of the open
space of counter, this allowed me to turn the magazine sideways so we could
both see it, and it also gave me a pretty decent view of Josh's basket.
        He really didn't say anything through the first couple pages of ads
and what not, so I said "If you see anything you want to read, just say
so."
        "Yea, okay."
        We got to the section of the model who wasn't the cover model, but
got to be the first in line in the mag.  The first picture was a full body
shot, and there wasn't any real 'reading' around it.  I felt Josh tense as
I breezed by it, knowing that he wanted me to stop, but the second page had
some text, which gave him the opportunity to say "Hold on a second."  So I
did.
        I watched him, rather than the picture, and he wasn't 
reading.  His eyes were glued to the cock which hung before him 
in two dimensional glory.  I also managed to sneak a glance at 
the now quite sizable bulge in his blue polyester pants.  He 
licked his lips nervously a few times, then I asked if he was 
done reading.  "Uh huh." was all the answer I got.
        And so I kept turning, watching his reaction to each 
picture.  He reached down to adjust his erection several times 
during this, and I wanted to help him with it so bad...
        "Hey," I asked, "Do you get to take a break?"
        "What?" he said, obviously engrossed in the blond 
beauty on the page.
        "Do you get breaks?"
        "Oh, if I need to go to the bathroom, I just lock up 
for a few minutes."
        "Do it." I said with a smile.
        For a moment, a look of panic came over his face, like 
I was thinking baout robbing him or something, then he 
hesitantly asked, "Why?"
        "Look," I said, being more bold than I ever was before, 
"You're obviously horney, I'm obviously horney, I'm willing, so 
why not shoot off a rocket of your own???"
        "I don't know man, I'm not--"
        "Not into that kind of stuff??" I finished for him, 
indicating the magazine before him.  "I think not."
        He hesitated.
        "Look Josh," I said, "We won't do anything you don't 
want to."
        He screwed up his courage and almost bolted for the 
door, putting up a "Back in 5" sign, and turning the lock.  
Meanwhile, I hopped over the counter and waited for him to come 
back.
        "Here?!?" he asked a bit incredulously.
        "Sure," I said, pulling him down behind the counter.
        He nodded and knealt beside me, readjusting himself yet 
again.  I reached out and put my hand over his, and could feel 
the pulse of his member.  His breath was coming in short ragged 
gasps as I unbuttoned the slacks he wore, and almost 
frantically he pulled them down to his knees, exposing his 
white briefs and the raging hardon straining to get out of them.
        I slipped my fingers into the waistband of his jockys 
at the hips and slowly slid them down to join his pants.  His 
cock sprung up from it's confinement and pointed straight at 
me, bouncing with the rythm of his heart.  
        His cock wasn't magnificant, but it was rather nice for 
a 16 year old.  It was about 5 1/2 inches long, maybe an inch 
in diameter, and there was a nice bush surrounding the base, 
not yet pointy at the corners, indicating that it hadn't been 
in residence for long.  A late bloomer, my favorite kind.
        I pushed him back onto the floor, and went down on him 
with a reckless abandon, enjoying the feel of my nose brushing 
against his downy pubic mound, and my stubbly chin rubbing his 
hairless balls.
        It didn't take long for him to shoot his load down my 
throat.  It wasn't one of those "super sweet honey-like" jisms 
that you always read about on alt.sex.motss.  It was a little 
salty, but I enjoyed it none the less.
        I sucked him until he was soft, then let his flaccid 
member fall from my mouth, and turned to look at him.
        "What now?" I asked.
        "I think that's enough." he answered.  "This time..."