Date: Fri, 05 May 2006 03:15:23 +0000
From: Eros434759@comcast.net
Subject: Grocery Boy part 2

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.

(Negative and positive) This is my first story and I have some idea of the
direction I'd like it to take but, I appreciate the ideas I've received
also.


The next day passed slowly.  Getting up early for a morning workout,
rushing through traffic to the office.  I felt an urge to cruise through
the college campus, but thought the better of it.  Pulling up to my office
building, I notice Mark getting out of his car.  Mark is a little guy, only
5'10 or so, but, his attractive little bod and demeanor make him very
attractive to me.

Mark is blond with blue eyes and wears wire-rimmed glasses.  He's very
bookish looking, but, I've played basketball with him and I know he's a
tiger under that Clark Kent facade.

"Parker, What's up buddy?" he asks.

"Hey, Marky, How you be?" I reply.

"Doing good, you comin' over to watch the game tonight?"

"Gee, pal, don't you want to spend some time with your new fiancee?"

Mark had recently got engaged.  Wendy, his fiancee, was a cute little
brunette with dimples, Big boobs and the smallest waist I had ever seen.

"Wendy is out on business until tonight" he starts, "the game'll be almost
over by the time she gets home"

"Dude, how the hell did you land her?  She's way too good for you."  I say.

Grinning he says, "I know"

"I'm serious" I begin "You should meet her at the airport"

"Fuck, you know, you're right" He says as we enter the building.

"And meet her with flowers, asshole" I say.

"Yeah, good idea.  You doing lunch?" he asks as I stop to unlock my office.

"Yeah, sure, call me around 11:30." I reply. Mark's a good guy, but like most straight guys, a little
thoughtless.

Throwing down my briefcase, I think, I wonder if it's too early to call Chris.

"Shit, dude, guys like that don't come along everyday." I think.  And make
a mental note to call him as soon as I finish work.

The rest of the day went as expected.  Things went wrong all morning, but
it kept my mind occupied.  Before I knew it Mark was calling.

"Rusty's again?" he asked.

"Of course" I replied into my phone.

"Meet you in 10" he says and hangs up.

Later parked at a booth at Rusty's Diner, Mark starts again.

"Listen Parker, I know you hate when we do this, but..."

" Wendy has this friend" I finish.

"We just think you're such a great guy, and David's been three and a half
years ago."

David was my ex.  No one could stand him.  But, he was good with me and the
sex was phenomenal.  That was the problem, the sex was phenomenal, but it
wasn't just reserved for me.

"I appreciate it, Mark, I really do" I start " but, I'm working on
something, okay?"

"Well, Wendy just asked me to ask you."

"Thank her for me, and tell her, if this doesn't work, I'll call you guys"

And then the conversation strayed to the game later.  All the talk about
Quarterbacks and linebackers started a fire in my loins and I was worried
Mark might notice as we prepared to leave the restaurant.  Mark is cool
about stuff about that, but I get embarrassed.  But, he didn't seem to
notice.  Maybe straight guys don't look at crotches the way we do.  I had
certainly noticed his ass on several occasions.

The rest of the day was uneventful.  And before I knew, I was packing up
some paperwork to bring home with me.

"You bring the beers tonight," Mark said, sticking his head in the door of
my office.

"And bring a case, a friend is coming over too"

"He better drink Miller's" I yelled back, but he was already out of sight.

Heading out the door, I called out a brief good night to the receptionist
and drifted out the door.  I pulled out my cell phone and dialed Chris'
number.

"Hello."

Damn, there's that voice again.

"Chris, its Parker" I could hear his smile through the phone

"Hey, I was beginning to wonder if I'd hear from you."

I grew 2 inches taller at that statement.

"I was wondering if you like to meet for coffee or something." I said
smiling into my phone.

"I'd love to" he started and I felt a lift in my chest "but I already have
plans"

My heart sunk.  Trying to contain my disappointment I quickly said, "Hey,
it's cool.  Maybe some other time"

"Sure" he said before the line went dead.

"Shit." I said aloud as I got into my car.

A little later I was picking up the beer and heading over to Mark and
Wendy's.  Sitting in traffic, I was wondering, what was that?  He seemed so
interested last night.  But, maybe I was reading too much into it.  I mean
we did just meet.  Damn, big guy, this guy has already crept into your
subconscious.  The last time that happened it was David.  And you know how
that ended.

Thinking about David brought back haunting memories.  Actually, David could
have been a Mark knock off.  He was thin but defined.  Short cropped blond
hair and blue eyes and a surprisingly hairy chest.  But it was his ass that
was his crowning achievement.  It was perfectly round, but, not obnoxiously
so.  And he knew how to stuff it into a pair of jeans.  When I met him, he
was wearing shorts and watering plants on his balcony.  I was visiting a
friend in his building.  Needless to say, I was sidetracked getting to the
friend's house.

David was standing precariously on a bucket and stretching to pour water in
an overhead plant.

"You're gonna fall."  I said approaching his patio.

I'm sure he noticed the absolute lust in my eyes as I was in prefect line
of sight with that delicious ass.

"I haven't watered this plant since I moved in" he started "and it
desperately needs water."

Putting down my bag, I said, "Here let me help you." and with that I
grabbed him by the waist and lifted him up.

I think I threw him with my bravado, I know I startled myself.

Bringing him down to my level as he finished, "I'm Parker" I said.

"David, and thanks"

"Maybe you should consider lowering the plant a little I said"

I was now standing before him and drinking in the whole package.  He wasn't
wearing a shirt and had a nice defined six packs.  I felt jealous.  But, I
was also taken in by the crystal blue eyes.

"I'm planning to when I get settled and can find my tools." he said.

"Well, the least I could do is offer you a cold drink."  He continued.

"That'd be nice," I said.  Following him into the small condo.

Once inside I made myself comfortable in an oversized chair and David
disappeared into the kitchen.  I started to survey my surroundings.  He had
nice taste, if a little bit feminine.  Lots of decorative ribbons, bows and
yikes, calico!  I was smiling to myself as he emerged from the kitchen
carrying a tray with a pitcher of iced tea and a pair of glasses.

"You like iced tea, I hope."

"Sure" I replied.  He sat.  Filling a glass and offering it to me he
started the normal chitchat.

"Do you live around here?" he asked "I think I would've remembered seeing
you" he continued, as if answering his own question.

"No, I'm just here to see a friend" I responded.

"Well, if I'm holding you up..."

"No it's fine, He won't be home for a couple of minutes" I lied

Now he was sitting and looking at me, and I was feeling something that I
hadn't felt in a while I quickly jumped up in hopes that he wouldn't
notice.

"Family?" I asked picking up a framed picture.

"My Mom" He responded.

"Ah, I think I see the resemblance" I said as he came up along side of me.

It was a warm day, but he was radiating heat.  Gulping down a large swallow
of tea, I attempted to side step him.  But in doing so I bumped into him
and spilled tea all over him and myself.  Like I said, I'm not very smooth.

"Oh damn, I'm sorry" I stammered.

"Its cool" he said "but, you should really lose that shirt.  Let me throw
it in the sink so t doesn't stain"

"It's okay, really" I started

"No, it's no trouble" he said already starting to unbutton it from behind.

"Um, uh, okay" I said realizing this was a losing battle.

I was noticing as he was unbuttoning he was slowly copping a feel.  All the
while sliding his body up against mine.  When the shirt was off, I began to
feel a little self-conscious.  While I'm no slug, I didn't quite have the
body he did.  He moved off to the bathroom and I heard water running I
assumed he was putting the shirt in the sink.

"Pour yourself some more tea" he called from the other room.

I did so and slid back onto the sofa.  Suddenly there were hands sliding
over my shoulders and down my chest.  I jumped.

"Damn, you have a strong back" he said.

"I, uh, thanks."  I managed.

"A little jumpy, though"

"I'm not really used to this" I squeaked.

Damn, where the hell is my manhood.  I thought.

"Just relax, God, you're tight" he said starting to massage my shoulders.

I had to admit, it felt great, and in no time I was under his spell.  He
moved around the couch and began working on my chest, and from his seated
position between my legs he very subtly rested his head on my thigh.  Well,
even in my relaxed state, I sensed where this was going.

"David" I started.

"Shhh" he interrupted.

"I know, but" I tried again.  But he was already sliding his hand over my
thigh.  He deftly moved along my inner thigh until his hand rested on my
crotch.  I was so horny, I decided to give in.  He started by rubbing the
palm of his hand over my package, which was quickly growing to its erect
state.  I closed my eyes.  I started to just let him do whatever.  I felt
my belt being opened and a warm hand slip inside my jeans.

"Oh God, yes!" I thought.

Freeing my blood engorged cock from the confines of my jeans, but
struggling with the underwear beneath, he continued.  His hand was warm as
it encircled my now free cock.  I was so engrossed in the feeling of it, I
just sighed.

"Let me lock the door and close these blinds" he said.

"Jeez" I said, thinking anyone could've seen us.

As he closed the blinds, he told me to get undressed.  I was feeling shy,
but hornier, so I began to strip.  In no time I stood before him naked.

"Beautiful" he said staring at my cock.  My dick, to me, is nothing
spectacular.  Maybe 6 inches around and about 8 inches long.  (I've never
measured) But, David, stumbling out of his jeans fell upon it.  Happily
devouring the head instantly.  God, did it feel good.  I moaned softly
which I'm assuming he took that to mean go further down.  I watched as he
swallowed a good 4 inches of cock.  Then the animal urges took over.  I'm
not normally a rough lover.  I like to be gentle, but I sensed that David
wanted something more.  He was sucking away on my cock like it was an
oxygen hose and he desperately needed air.  I reached around and cupped his
head in my hands.  Before I knew it, I was slamming the full length of my
cock to the back of his throat.

"Ungh, ungh" he moaned around my dick.  I felt drool fall onto my feet.  I
kept shoving and he kept slurping.  More drool started to slide down my
balls.

"I can't believe this is happening" I started to think.  "Shit like this
doesn't normally happen to me."

I was just going to visit a friend.  Now I was getting a first rate spit
shine from this hot guy.  I started to bounce back from my reverie.  I
could feel my nuts start to tighten up.  I laced my fingers together behind
his head and started to really face fuck him.  I don't know where it came
from, but, I blurted out

"I'm gonna bust my nut in your mouth, and you're gonna swallow it, bitch!"

And not five seconds later, that's exactly what happened.

"Ungh, ungh, ungh!"  I cried out as I blasted six hard shots of cum
directly down his throat.  Immediately after it happened, I regretted it.

He slid himself off my cock and wiped his chin.

"Damn, David, I'm sorry."  I stammered.

"What?" he asked

"I didn't mean to go off in your mouth like that" I said.

"It's cool" He started "I could've stopped you if I wanted."

Helping him up, I brought my mouth to his.  I kissed him like I was going
to be my last kiss ever.  It seemed to go on forever.

"I feel like a total shit" I started "but, I have to get going, I have to
get up to my friends place"

It was true, I did feel like a shit, I had got off and I didn't have time
to return the favor.

"Can I call you?"  I asked

"Damn right, you will, you owe me a fucking blow job" he smiled.

I needed a shirt, so he grabbed a T-shirt and handed it to me as I was
tying up my shoes.

"I'll get this back to you" I nodded as I leapt for the door.  He just
winked and blew me a kiss as I closed the door.  Now I was back to the
present.  There I was sitting on Mark's couch wondering when this friend
was gonna show.

I took a swig of my beer and asked "So who's this guy?"

"You know, I'm not really sure.  Just some guy that Wendy knows from
somewhere.  You know how she is."

I did Wendy was very personable.  She petted dogs on the street, brought
home strays, and talked to complete strangers.  She was the most outgoing
person, I'd ever met.  I envied her.  Usually it took me days to get
comfortable with people and animals scared me.

Mark had switched on the TV and they announcer was rambling on about the
starting line ups.  I generally don't like baseball I wasn't very good at
any sport except basketball, but I did like hanging out with Mark and Wendy
since I was single.

And they seemed to have adopted me like one of their strays.

"Ten bucks says Cincy takes this one."  Mark says throwing himself into his
favorite easy chair.

"Make it twenty and you're on" I reply.  I fucking hate the Reds.  Besides
once you're a Cubs fan, you're a fan for life.

"Okay, shithead, let's make it fifty."  Mark throws back.

Damn him, he can never just let something fly, he has to get the last word.

"Okay" I start to say when the doorbell rings.

I have my back to the door so I can't see who it is as Mark answers, but
there was no mistaking that voice.

"Hey Mark, I brought some beer" I whip around on the couch to see my giant
coming toward me.

"Chris, I want you to meet a friend of ours" Mark says leading Chris to the
couch.

"This is the guy you wanted me to meet?" I ask looking wide eyed at Mark.

"Yeah, he's the friend that I was telling you about" Mark says.

"We, uh, we've already met." Chris says.

"Oh, I'm sorry" Mark begins "We didn't know you guys knew each other. This
isn't going to be one of those awkward gay things, is it?"  Mark asks.

Undoubtedly, it was, but we both answered no.

"Nice to see you again" Chris says with a smile.

"Yeah, you too" I respond.  Then we both started laughing.

Mark, now completely clueless asks what's going on, and we proceed to fill
him in.  Stopping short of me telling him how badly I wanted Chris in my
bed right that second.  The game was good, but the Cubs lost.  Aside from
that the three of us had a great time laughing telling guy stories and
chugging beer.  Before I knew it, it was after 10 and Mark had to go and
pick up Wendy.  After calling us a couple of assholes for trashing the
Reds, he threw us out.

I asked Chris if he needed a ride.

"Sure" he answered and winked.  Not even aware of the double entendre I
proceeded on and led him back to my car.

"You sure you wanna take me back to the other side of town?"

he asked.  I don't know if it was the beer or if I was just super horny,
but, I just blurted out "I'd love to take you back to my place"

"Let's roll," he said and we were off.

On the drive home, I told him, I don't usually come off like that.

"I'm really kinda shy," I said.  He told me that he sensed that, and that's
why he kept trying to come onto me in the store.

Time seemed to pass easily as we drove along.  He told me about growing up
in Pittsburgh and his family.  He had two younger brothers and his Mom was
a single mom.  That's why he was going to school and working full time.  He
was trying to relieve some of the burden on her.

He told me he eventually wanted to get a good job and take care of her for
a change.  It was really heartwarming to hear him talk so lovingly about
his family.  I love my family too, but we were middle class and never
really had to struggle for much.

After driving for what seemed like hours we made it back to my place.  By
then we were both so worked up we nearly attacked each other just inside
the door.  He slammed me up against the wall in the foyer and shoved his
tongue down my throat.  I was a very passionate kiss that seemed to go on
forever.  Our tongues battled for space as he crushed my body against his.

When he finally let me come up for air, he stared deeply into my eyes.

"I didn't think that damn baseball game was ever gonna end" he said.

 "I didn't know it was that important to you" I responded.

"You couldn't feel my dick longing to break free from my pants?" he asked.

I thought I did notice the sizeable bulge during the game, but, Mark was
there.

"I was trying not to look," I said.

"No more talk" he whispered and with his powerful hand on my shoulder he
started to press down.  I knew what he wanted, but oral sex wasn't really
my game.  But, the pressure on my shoulder was too great.  In no time I was
on my knees face to crotch.  I remember thinking; he can't be wearing
underwear.  His package was so big.  It was straining against his left
thigh.

"Do it!"  I heard him say from above me.

Trembling, I started to open his pants.  His dick seemed to grow even more
as I struggled with the zipper.  Impatiently, he brushed my hands aside and
pulled down his zipper.  Then he too fought to release the beast from his
underwear.

"It's okay, I got it" I said reaching in and fishing the monster from his
boxers.

It was big.  I'd not seen a lot of dicks, but, I'd seen enough to know this
was impressive.  And it was hot.  Heat seemed to radiate from his genitals.
I reached inside to free his massive balls.  It was like grasping two
kiwis.  I then tried to stuff one into my mouth I heard moaning from above.

"Yeah, baby, lick my balls"

I did as I was told.  I didn't feel I had a choice.  I knew if I got him to
where he wanted to be he'd let me go where I wanted to go.  I also knew I'd
never get both of the oversized testicles in my mouth, so I released one
and switched to the other.

I bathed his balls with spit, lovingly rolling them around in my mouth,
first one then the other all the while stroking his massive organ.  When I
think girth, I think of my own dick.  It's about 6 inches in diameter and
maybe 8 inches long.  I was a mere novice when it came to his creature
feature.  I guessed it to be nearly 7 inches in diameter nearly comparable
to a soda can.  And as I stroked it's length, I thought it was easily 11
inches long.

"God, I hope he doesn't expect me to deep throat it" I thought.

The moaning was getting louder as he began to guide my face away from his
ball and down on to his member.

"Suck me, baby" he said and resumed moaning.

I was dreading this.  His dick was already leaking so much precum it was
running down my arm and starting to drip in a puddle onto the floor.
Stretching my lips wide I took the bulbous head into my mouth and began to
tongue the opening.  It was all I could fit in.  Rubbing my tongue back and
forth over the crown, I began to try and relax my throat so as to try and
accommodate more.  I thought I was doing a good job, when suddenly I felt
him jerk.  Instantly I felt my mouth start to fill with his come.

"How can this be happening?" I thought as I struggled to pull away.  "This
fucker is coming in my mouth" but, Chris held tight.  Cupping his hands
behind my head he began to really ram his dick in and out of my mouth.  I
started to gag.  I began to punch at his thighs. "Stop, stop, stop" I
screamed in my head.  I felt myself going dizzy.  I was going to black out.
Then in one strong movement he thrust himself forward and nearly knocked me
over.  Then things went black.

(To be continued)