From: Art_Fish@hotmail.com (Dr. Fish)
Subject: - ICECRMAN.TXT [01/01]
Date: Fri, 26 Dec 1997 14:59:49 GMT
Organization: St. Dismas Infirmary for the Incurably Informed

                        ICE CREAM MAN
                     By WRITER MAN 2537

     I had just graduated from high school, and didn't have a
clue as to what I wanted to, as my mother put it, "do with
myself."  I knew I wanted out from my parent's roof, if for no
other reason, it'd be nice to have some place to bring the
guys I hoped to be meeting before long.
     I then found the bad part about moving out; you have to
GET A JOB!  With a mediocre high school record and no skills,
I ended up with the same sort of job I could have gotten
during summer--I got a job at an ice cream shop.
     "Taylor's Ice Cream Shoppe" was a pretentious looking
place, with wrought-iron tables and chairs (which were a bitch
to clean, as I soon found out) painted white, pink curlicue
decor, and, well, a very pastel sort of place, if you know
what I mean.
     I spent my first shift working under my boss' eye on the
day shift, learning the job, you know, how to fix the various
fancy orders which no one ever ordered (we had a book, which
I planned to keep nearby just in case), and how to mop floors,
which mother had taught me long before.
     "Good enough." the boss decided.  "Now let's get you a
uniform."
     You should have seen the damned thing!  White, all of it.
White shoes, white pants with a crease, white soft shirt with
a frigging white bowtie!  And a stupid cap to wear.  I looked
like a frigging milk man!  But the boss guy himself wore it,
and I admit it looked nice and clean.  I dressed myself in it,
admired myself in the mirror, and sighed.
     I'm not the sort of guy you'd look at twice in the
street.  Reddish-brown hair, freckles that were beginning to
fade, thank God, greenish-blue eyes, a body that was too
slender to quite work with muscles.  I was working out, but my
body didn't show it.  I looked to be about fifteen, I sighed.
I was still carded at the liquor store, even though 18 was the
legal drinking age in my state.  Back then, anyway.
     I walked out for the boss' inspection, and got a nod.
"You don't mind pulling a double shift, do you, kid?" he
asked.  "You're going to be working swing shift regular, so no
reason why you can't get started on it tonight if you're up to
it."
     "Yes, sir.  Thank you, sir." I said.  I needed the money.
My apartment, brand-new, was still half bare, and I had yet to
get a car of my own.
     "Here comes Dan now." the boss said, as a white-dressed
figure entered the front door.
     I turned, and nearly swooned.  "Dan" was about twenty-
five, black shiny hair under the cap, skin the color of sweet
milk, eyes like blue diamonds under a square-cut face.  His
body wasn't a bodybuilders, but he filled out the shirt
nicely, with broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and well-formed
hips.  I was starting to like this job, already!
     "Hi, boss.  Out in a minute." Dan said, passing us by,
heading back to the men's room.
     "He always starts his day there." the boss sighed.
"He'll be out in a minute or two."
     And he was, looking fresher somehow, his eyes shining and
cheeks the palest rose.  "Okay, who's the new guy?" he asked,
his eyes running up and down my frame.
     I threw a boner right then, under this guy's gaze,
tenting out my pants embarassingly.  But his eyes locked on
the bulge, met my eyes, and he smiled shyly, nodded.
     "What's your name, kid?" he asked.
     I told him my name was Mike and mentioned I was almost
nineteen, and he grinned widely, grasped my hand, shook it,
and squeezed it!  I squeezed back, trying to show I was
interested.  Hell, I didn't know how to approach another guy,
not back then, but when you get a squeeze like that, you don't
need a diagram drawn for you.
     We settled in for work, behind the narrow counter, me
darting out to clean when needed, but mostly staying back
there, looking for chances to squeeze past him (and there were
plenty of chances) to let my cock brush his tight melon-
halves-like asscheeks.  He would wiggle as I hesitated there,
gaining courage with every pass, wiggle his asscheeks against
my cock, definitely feeling my boner in my trousers as a stiff
arc there on his soft posterior.
     Then the rush crowd started, kids from school, at three-
thirty, and they didn't let up!  For well over an hour, Mike
and I were too busy dishing up scoops and making ice cream
floats to flirt with each other.
     At about five o'clock, when I was wondering how much more
I could take, Dan said, "Mike, I gotta go.  Back in a couple
of minutes." And he left me with that crowd.
     I dished madly, as a busload pulled up, out of town kids
here for a school game or something.  Finally, I was getting
way behind.  "Pardon me, folks, I gotta go get some help." I
said, and dashed back for the bathroom.
     The place didn't have a lock, I'd discovered earlier that
day, but it didn't matter, since it was for employees only,
and back behind a corner.  I rounded the corner, threw open
the door...
     And there was Dan, facing the sink (which was just to the
left of the door), his hard-on in his hand, flogging it away.
     A beautiful cock!  Nine inches, easy, with bulging blue
veins blending into the greyish-brown foreskin, the head
bright red with blood as he pounded it, muffling a groan, his
face flushed, and I knew I had opened the door just as he was
about to shoot a load.
     I was practically a virgin (pre-adolescent exploration
doesn't count, does it?), and I can't believe I did what I
did, which was to kneel down in front of Dan, him struggling
to keep his feet as his orgasm assaulted him, grabbed his cock
from his flailing hand and aimed it at my white-covered chest.
     "Shoot it on me, man." I said.
     He didn't have a choice, he had held back as long as he
could.  He blasted a huge load onto my chest, saturating my
shirt, huge patches of sticky wetness on my hairless chest,
the white shirt becoming transparent with wide wiggly patches
that outlined one of my nipples.
     Dan grabbed my head, to keep from fainting, I think, and
I leaned forward when his moans quieted, lapped the last
squiggle of come from his cockhead, cleaning it off, tasting
the salty sperm and roiling it on my tongue.  That done, I
took the cockhead in my mouth briefly, intimately, and then
stood up.  "We got customers, Dan."
     "I know." Dan said.  He grabbed a swatch of paper towels
and sponged at my chest, removing most of the moisture.
"Let's get back to work, Mike."
     And he went back out, his face with the rosy glow and
eyes shining.  Just like when he'd come in to work.
     We didn't have time to do anything but dish for a while,
and I had time to think while I scooped.  How could Mike have
just a huge load so quickly?  Had he come when he went into
the bathroom that first time, me and the boss outside waiting
for him?  If so, my God, I thought I was horny.
     I finished with the customers waiting for service, gave
my cock a quick rub.  Dan was washing out ice cream dishes,
and I brushed past him again, my cock rock-hard, screaming for
mercy.  "I gotta go to the jakes." I said.
     Dan looked at my crotch with its white tent, grinned.
"Hurry up with it." He said.
     I went back, stood where Dan had stood, seeing white
splotches on the floor (invisible unless you knew where to
look) where his come had landed after splashing off of me.  I
took out my modest seven-incher (I felt small after seeing
Dan's) and stroked it, remembering the comeload he had shot on
me, touched the spots now stiff on my chest, and my strokes
speeded up.  I had to come quickly, like Dan had, get it over
with.
     And the door opened, Dan walked in, said, "We'll have to
be quick." and knelt down in front of me, took my cock into
his warm, wet mouth.
     Dan was experienced, no doubt about it.  I had never had
my cock sucked before.  I was eighteen, with its attendant
horniness, being sucked by a man who knew how to suck cock.
I moaned a warning, Dan tightened his lips and speeded up, and
I blasted a load down his hot throat, hanging onto his ears
for leverage while I shot it deep into him.
     Dan stood up when I was done, wiped his lips with the
back of his hand, and said, "Customers are waiting." He said.
     And I went back to the ever-present crowd.
     About eight o'clock, it thinned out to something easier
to handle, and Dan handled them while I mopped and scrubbed
floors and chairs (that wrought iron is damned hard to clean.
If you buy a restaurant, go with plastic!).  We finished our
jobs just at ten o'clock, closing time.
     Dan lowered the blinds and dimmed the lights.  "Let's go
take a leak, then go home." he said.
     I grinned, watching his bobbing butt as I followed him to
the bathroom.

                        ICE CREAM MAN
                     By WRITER MAN 2537
                          PART TWO

     Back to the bathroom, scene of God-knew-how-many times
Dan had jerked his pud there, he led the way and as we turned
that corner, were out of sight from the front windows, turned
and grabbed me, forcing me against the wall, kissed me hard.
     I was clumsy as a puppy, and just as eager.  I kissed Dan
and felt his tongue enter my mouth, startled at first.  I
hadn't done that much kissing on those dates with girls I
couldn't avoid, but I had heard about "French kissing" and so
I accepted his tongue as he slid it across my teeth, the tip
begging entrance deeper; I opened my mouth and it jabbed in to
brush my tongue, a wonderfully talented tongue that tasted
every part of my mouth.
     I hesitantly inserted my tongue into his cheeks, and he
sucked it in, hard, yanking it by the roots he sucked so hard.
     I got my hands under his shirt, to snake them up his
back, feeling the tickle of the scattered hairs there, feeling
the rippling of muscles as he embraced me.
     He thrust his cock up against mine, and I felt the swatch
of hot male organ underneath the thin material of his pants
(no underwear, I had learned quickly that day.  I had on
briefs, but I swore never to again.  He rubbed against me, hot
and urgent, and he kept his lips locked onto mine, his arms
holding me tightly against him, and I was out of control, he
was so hot, so urgent, so insistent was his rubbing of his
cock on mine.
     I felt my orgasm approaching, so quickly, so soon!  I had
never been held like this before, in the arms of a passionate,
hungry man like this, and I was overloading from the lust that
washed over me, lust he was feeding on, and I grunted,
struggled to escape, to cool it down before I came on myself
like that puppy I mentioned earlier.
     But he wouldn't let go, his hips thrust his cock against
mine, rubbing mine relentlessly, and he groaned, and I felt my
come rushing out of my balls in a flood, and I struggled,
trying to get loose, trying to stop it before I...
     I groaned into his mouth, trying to breathe, trying to
get loose, as my come shot into my briefs, soaking the white
material, blowing and heaving, sucking air from him (my only
source, the way he held me, my nose wasn't big enough!),
feeling his chest collapse as I inhaled, inflate as I exhaled,
and he clutched my asscheeks one in each hand, releasing my
mouth and I looked down to see my come actually shooting
through the layers of material, small, hesitant spurts that
escaped somehow to soak his pants, to touch his cock, barely
visible on the wet material.
     And he groaned loudly, "Oh, God, Mike, I'm coming too,
man!  Uh, uh, UUUUH!" and he shot his wad, his cock freer than
mine, with less material blocking it, and the sprays burst
through, freely flying onto me, Dan's face flushing bright,
bright red as his come flew, We soaked each other with our
come, feeling the sticky wads all over us, both of us wet and
sticky on the crotch, blatant advertising that we had shot our
loads without even getting unzipped.
     Dan clutched at me for support, kissed me while our
chests were still heaving for breath, kissing me gently,
lovingly, possessively, as if I belonged to him now, totally.
I kissed him back as well as I could, because I wanted to
belong to this horny stud, match him come for come, for the
rest of my life.
     Please don't think I was falling just for sex, though it
was the first real sex I'd ever had.  We had talked all that
time we were dishing ice cream, ever since he had shot his
load on my chest, learning about each other, what we liked,
what we wanted in life, what we enjoyed.  We were right for
each other, even if sex hadn't popped into the picture so
quickly, sex was just the sweet icing on the cake.
     Dan kissed me some more, both of us taking our time, and
he said, "Damn, Mike, that was terrific!"
     I grinned at him, a silly smirk.  "Aren't we supposed to
take our clothes off, first?"
     He laughed easily.  "Yeah, I think so, but that wasn't
half bad.  I've never rubbed off like that before, and it was
kinda fun."
     I looked at my watch.  "Ye, Gods, I gotta hurry or I'll
miss my bus."
     "I'll drive you home." Dan said.  "I gotta car."  I
grabbed my other uniform (the boss gave me two) and street
clothes from my locker (a cubbyhole, really, open to the air,
but mine) and we went out the back way to his car, an old '62
Chevy, from the look of it.  I didn't care, I was enjoying the
pure joy of riding with a man I'd made love to, even in that
strange way, sort of feeling out this new relationship I'd
stumbled across.  I'd always pictured it as being tougher than
that, especially back in those days, pre-Stonewall, but Dan
and I had found each other as easy as pie.
     I guided him to my place, and he followed me to the door,
and once inside, the lights on in my basement apartment, and
he grabbed me again.
     Now, I was as horny as the next guy, but this was too
much!  I kissed as well as I could, feeling his boner stabbing
at me, but my own cock was limp as spaghetti, and he could
feel that, slowed down, breathing hard as he said, "Can we do
it again?  The right way, this time?"
     I swallowed hard.  "I don't know how.  And how can you be
ready again so soon?"
     Dan sighed a heavy sigh.  "It's just the way I am.  I get
so damned horny all the time, night and day.  I jerk off every
hour on the hour, and I come like gangbusters every time.  I
try to hold out, especially at work, but I still just can't.
I was hoping you, well, that you and I could...."
     "Are you serious?" I was dumbfounded at this.  But he was
sincere enough.  We stripped out of our clothes (dried sperm
is awfully sticky, it was like peeling off glue from my cock),
and Dan lay back on the bed, his erection pointing at my
cracked ceiling with bare rafters and boards, and I hesitantly
licked at the pud, tasting his come still clinging to the
cockhead, enjoying the taste of spent come.  Dan guided me all
the way through it, carefully instructing me on how to suck
his cock.  I lapped and kissed and sucked as he told me too,
and in ten minutes or so, he was groaning and spasming again.
     I had missed the last two loads, but this one was mine!
I grabbed his cockhead, and thrust it down my throat as far as
it would go, and he shot his wad, this time where it belonged,
inside of me.
     After that, I was content to crawl up and lie beside my
horny man, and we slept like that for a time, me lying on one
of his arms, the other one across my chest, and we napped like
that, me awakening a few hours later, to feel his kisses
insistent upon me, his hardon stabbing my inner thigh as he
clambered on top of me.
     I wasn't that worn-out, especially with a new lover in my
bed, he felt my boner on his stomach and kissed his way down
my chest and stomach, slowly, tantalizingly (God, the feel of
his chest hairs tickling my cock as he wove his meandering way
down!), until soon he lapped at my rod, getting it good and
wet, poised himself on top of it, lips touching the tip, and
he thrust my cock down his throat, first time, all the way to
my balls!
     He deep-throated me like that, long but quick strokes
from the tip to the base, and I loved it!  "Oh, God, Dan, let
me suck yours, too."  And he obliged, twisting around to let
me take his cock once again, and we sucked like that, a
"sixty-nine" he called it, and I loved it at once, the feel of
a man's cock in my mouth while his warm, massaging lips slurp
on mine.  Dan beat me to the draw, shooting his load while I
was still building up the passion, but I kept slurping on his
spent rod, and as my lust grabbed hold of me, damned if his
cock didn't get hard again!  I slurped on it fast and furious,
a hint for him to do that for me, and as I shot my come down
his throat, I felt his fly into me!
     You see, Dan wasn't kidding about being that horny.  We
became full-time lovers that night (Dan couldn't settle for
anything less, you see), and I learned soon that Dan needed
relief at least ten times a day!  No kidding!  Serious!  Every
other hour around the clock!  I had thought four or five to be
too much, and here I was, expected to satisfy a stud that
never seemed to get enough!
     Dan the next night taught me how to take his cock up my
ass, and took his time (for Dan, that is), and by early dawn
he had my virgin asshole stretched out enough, his prong
buried inside of me, fucking me hard.  I learned how much fun
it is to get fucked, and returned the favor afterwards, next
time I could manage a hard-on.  It took me nearly an hour of
fucking his butt to come, and Dan shot three wads before I
could finish him up.
     At work, too, we grabbed every opportunity when the store
was empty to run to the back (there was a bell on the front
door, thank God) and he would unzip his pants, take out his
cock, and I would slurp on it hard and fast, get him off
before we had to return to the customers.
     That was a rough time in my life, young as I was.  It was
all settled the day Dan won the lottery, two million dollars.
Placed properly, it brought in enough money to let us stay
home full time, and that's what we did, sending out for
groceries, sending out for anything we needed, spending our
days in bed, humping away at each other.
     That was twenty years ago, nearly.  Dan is over forty,
now, and I'm in my thirties.  And while his rampant hormones
have slowed somewhat, I still have to stay home most of the
time, but now I can run out for groceries, or if I work him
extra hard, a movie, before I must return to my man, satisfy
him again.
     And as I type this, Dan has walked up, is standing just
behind me, his cock snaking over my bare shoulder (I have to
stay naked for him), heading for my mouth.  It's time for his
blow-job.
     I have to get back to my life's-work, folks.  Bye for
now!

                           THE END

God is a magician, 
Reality His trick, 
and it's all done with mirrors.