Date: Thu, 08 Mar 2007 03:28:41 +0000
From: Eros434759@comcast.net
Subject: Grocery Boy part 15

This story contains gay themes and graphic depictions of
homosexuality.  If this offends you, then you probably
shouldn't read it.  I welcome any and all comments and
appreciate all of the feedback I have previously received.
I know it's been a while since the last chapter, life has
been busy.  I'd also like to say thanks to the folks at
Nifty

     At first it was awkward.  I was paraded around to meet
all of the guys.  They all seemed so awesome.  Everyone had
picked up a guy and brought him in.  I put on a brave face
and smile and made small talk with each guy, but in my mind,
I knew they could never be Chris.  Then came the drinks.
Margaritas.  Lots of them.  After a while, someone suggested
that we play a sort of impromptu version of the Dating game.
I sat on a stool in the middle of the room and eight guys
sat in a circle around me.  Ai took it upon herself to host.
She asked the questions that she knew I'd be too afraid to
ask.  There were stupid answers and intelligent answers and
lots of laughing.  And while all of this was occurring I
just couldn't help thinking how Chris would behave during
all this.  I guess Ai could see this because I then heard
her ask,

"If you were a pair of shoes, what shoes would you be?"

The answers were the same sort of stock answers that people
would expect.

 "Sneakers"

"Prada"

"Manolos"

I could see Ai's disgust.

"Manolos?" she asked.  "You do realize those are women's
shoes?" she continued.

I looked at the guy.  He was a white guy, cute, young,
possibly naive.  He blushed, and I felt sorry for him, but
he was wearing worn sneakers and I knew Ai had absolutely no
sympathy for him.  She moved on to the next guy but, I
couldn't stop looking at the kid.  He looked like he was
going to cry.  I could feel myself sort of falling for him.
He looked like he'd let me fuck him.  I wanted to walk over
and just hold him.  He looked up; he must have noticed me
staring.  He smiled.

     Meanwhile the interrogation continued.  Ai took no
prisoners.  She was playing for keeps.  If I was going to
end up with one of these guys, she meant for it to be the
right guy.
     I remember drinking at least 5 margaritas.  The last
one for strength.  Ai had narrowed the field down to three
guys.  Martin, a huge black man, with what appeared to be a
monster in his pants, Wyatt, the cute little white guy, that
had screwed up the shoes question, and Herve, a Puerto Rican
guy that looked like a movie star.  Having talked to them
all, I personally would've chosen Herve, he was terribly
attractive.  I wanted to shove my tongue down his throat,
but he was giving off top vibe.  I was pulled aside by Mark.
He had an idea.  I would spend ten minutes with each guy and
make my selection after that.  It was a good idea, except by
then I was drunk.

     I walked outside with Herve first.  He was fun and had
a bit of a wicked streak.  We sat outside of the bar and
made fun of the patrons inside.  I got the feeling Ai would
really like him.  We were getting along well, perhaps too
well.  I forgot about the time and Wendy and Mark came to
find us.

     Next, was Wyatt.  He was too cute.  He was only 26.  He
was shy and awkward.  He had a lot of potential.  In a few
years when he got his confidence he was going to be a real
head turner.  It took me five minutes just to get him to
open up.  He had just moved here from Mississippi.  He knew
only a few people and he was working with Rob, who had
invited him out tonight.  The whole game thing was a total
surprise to him.  He told me that if he knew he was going to
meet me, he would have prepared better.  I told him to
relax, he was doing fine and that seemed to make him feel
better.  We talked about his home life and his family.  He
had an older sister that had always looked out for him, but
now he was out here alone.  I felt sorry for him.  I gave
him a hug and was about to kiss him when Wendy appeared and
said time was up.

     Last was Martin.  He was the exact opposite of Wyatt.
He was very confident.  Almost immediately he planted a kiss
on my lips.  No sense in wasting time with small talk, I
thought.  In our embrace, I felt something big in his pants.
I then remembered we were outside of a straight bar.  But I
doubted anyone was going to say anything to him.  He was
about 6'7 and looked like he weighed about 250 pounds.  I
told him I wanted to talk about him.  We talked about his
family and how he came out.  He had a fling with a guy that
he played football with in college.  The guy went pro and
got scared that he'd be found out, so he broke it off.  It
was kind of a sad story.  I wondered why more men didn't
stand up to the system and admit that they were gay.  But,
we both reasoned that he'd probably get involved with some
woman and make her life miserable in 10 years and have to
pay her off to keep her quiet.  He was more sensitive than I
thought he'd be.  I was starting to develop some feelings
for him too.  I told him that I was probably going to pick
Wyatt, because I felt sorry for him, but I'd really like the
chance to see him too.   He said he thought I was going that
way because he could see it in the way I was looking at
Wyatt.  We made a plan to keep in touch and maybe even get
together the following weekend.

     We walked back into the bar and I announced that it was
indeed Wyatt that I was choosing.  Ai was not pleased, but
she hugged me and told me that she respected my decision.
Wyatt walked up to me; he had such lust in his eyes.  He
kissed me long and passionately.  I was a little startled by
his forwardness, but not disappointed in the kiss.  It was
nearly 1 A.M. and I was really feeling all those margaritas
I asked if we could maybe meet up at another time when I was
less intoxicated.  I looked him dead in the eye and promised
him it would be worth it.  He seemed satisfied and we agreed
to meet on the weekend.  I nodded to Martin and headed out.
Ai walked me to the car and asked me if I wanted a ride
home.  I accepted.  I was indeed drunk, and probably useless
to the entire world.  When I got home, I crashed
immediately.
     The work week dragged but, eventually it was Thursday.
I called Wyatt and made a plan to meet at my house.  I told
him I wanted to cook him dinner.  Now, I know that I can't
cook, but, I wanted the evening to be comfortable for him
and I also wanted to get laid.  He agreed to come over
Friday evening around 7.  I had barely hung up the phone
when it rang again. It was Martin.  I had forgotten that I
had agreed to meet with him as well.  I told him that I had
plans Friday, but we could do something Saturday.  He said
that he would be busy Saturday, but maybe we could meet
later on Friday.  I told him to call me.

     Wyatt arrived promptly at 7 Friday night.  He looked so
cute in his button down oxford and khakis.  He carried a
bouquet of flowers.  I invited him in and we sat down to a
meal of spaghetti and meatballs.  (Courtesy of Wendy)  We
had wine and spaghetti and lots of conversation.  During
that time he looked longingly at me.  He looked as though he
needed it as badly as me.  We talked about food, clothing,
music and eventually worked our way around to sex.  He was
indeed young and relatively inexperienced.  He had a series
of boyfriends back home, but pretty much no one since he had
moved to the big city.

     He had only been fucked once in the last two months!  I
couldn't believe it.  He was so cute, but he was shy.  If
Rob hadn't talked him into trying to meet me, his dry spell
would've probably continued.  He made that statement and
looked at me with these big doe eyes.  I couldn't help
myself.  I got up and walked over to him and kissed him.  It
was a very passionate kiss and he welcomed it.  He opened
his mouth and accepted my tongue.  I was on fire.

     "Take me to your bedroom" he said.

     I obliged.  I brought him upstairs and started to
undress him.  He was perfect.  I unbuttoned his shirt
revealing a firm flat stomach with a tight six pack.  He had
a defined hairless chest with large suckable nipples.  I
leaned down and gently nibbled on one.  He moaned softly.  I
made a mental note.   He likes his nipples sucked.  I
stroked his back and made a gentle trail of kisses down his
body.  As I approached his navel he was actually trembling.
I asked him if he was okay.

     "Please, don't stop" he whispered.

     I knelt down and started to open his trousers.  I undid
the belt and started to unbutton the top of his khakis.  I
slowly undid the zipper and found myself staring at a pair
of fruit of the looms.  Thighty whities.  I loved it.  He
was so young.  He was not about fancy underwear yet.  I put
my mouth over the noticeable bulge.  He was already hard.
Through the fabric I licked at his cock.   It was not
particularly large but it was rock hard.

     "Oh my God" was all he could say.

     I chewed and licked at his member until his shorts wore
soaked.  He stood there with his pants around his ankles
seemingly afraid to move.  I finally let up.  I told him to
step out of his pants.  He did and I turned him around.
This was the moment I was waiting for.  I hooked my fingers
into the waistband of his shorts and pulled them down.  What
a glorious sight.  I had forgotten how beautiful the male
ass could be.  He had two perfectly round mounds of man
flesh.  They were alabaster compared to the rest of his
body.  He must tan, I thought.  I pulled apart his cheeks
revealing his tiny pink asshole.  It had absolutely no hair
and was just a tiny pink pucker in the middle of his globes
of flesh.  I leaned in and gently kissed it.

     "Oh God!" I heard him exclaim above me.

     I grabbed his wrists.  I didn't want him to squirm
away.  Then I dove into his ass.  I licked and kissed and
gnawed at his tiny hole.  He struggled against me.  I pulled
off of his ass long enough to tell him, I didn't want him to
come yet.  That's why I was holding his wrists.  I bent him
over and went back to work on his ass.  I was as hard as a
rock.  I knew I was going to come quick.  I tried to prolong
it by continuing to work on his ass.  I had snaked my tongue
into the tight hole and I knew he was ready.  I pulled off
of him and told him to get on the bed.  He looked back at me
with his face tear stained.  I looked at him and asked what
was wrong.  Through quiet sobs he told me he had came.  I
smiled.

       "It's okay" I said.  "Do you still want to do this?"
I asked.

     "Yes, I have to" he replied.

     He climbed on the bed on his stomach and spread his
legs.  At that moment I felt like my cock was going to
explode.  I tore my clothes off actually ripping several
buttons on my shirt in the process.  He never once turned
around to get a look.  He just lay on his stomach
anticipating.  I reached onto the nightstand and grabbed a
condom.  I suited up and reached for the lube. As I lay my
body down on top of his he sighed.  Then he said something I
hadn't expected.

     "I like a rough fuck"

     I gasped.  He didn't seem like the type, but as I was
on the very edge of coming, I thought it probably will be
rough, but, it'll also be quick.  I grabbed hold of his
cheeks and spread them.  Then I leaned down and put the head
of my cock at his entrance.

     "One hard thrust" he said.

     Only too happy to accommodate, that's exactly what I
did.  I shoved in as hard and fast as I could.  The air
escaped his mouth in a sort of choked gasp.  He buried his
face in a pillow and let out a garbled scream. I pulled all
the way back out and shoved it in again.

     "Yes!  Oh, God, fuck me" he cried.

     I pulled completely out again and shoved in.  I was too
close.  I knew I couldn't keep this up. I slowed my
thrusting.  I wanted to make this last.  I was about to pull
out when the doorbell rang.

     "Shit!" I thought.

     I was going to ignore it but the ringing became
insistent.  I should have finished, but I stopped myself and
told Wyatt to stay there, I'd be back.  Angry, I went down
to get the door.  I opened the door ready to give who ever
was on the other side a serious piece of my mind.  When I
pulled the door open I suddenly remembered I had made plans
with Martin.  He stood in the door completely thugged out.
He looked hot as hell.  He was wearing a tank top that was
straining to hold his muscles in tucked into oversized baggy
jeans that rode low on his hips and exposed the top of his
ass.  I visually took him in, but was trying to stay in the
moment with Wyatt.  I had too many things running through my
mind.  I guess I stood there too long because he asked if he
could come in.  In a rare moment of clarity, I told him that
Wyatt was still here and that we were kinda busy.  He
apologized and asked if he should leave.  I started to say
yes, but then I thought why.  Maybe we could make this into
something we all could enjoy.

     (To be continued)