Date: Sat, 25 Jun 2016 14:34:54 +0000 (UTC)
From: simon peter <simon23232@yahoo.com>
Subject: Supermarket Shopping

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Supermarket Shopping

By Simon Peter


"Hi."

I glanced up as I was placing my shopping items on the checkout counter at
the nearby supermarket. My heart skipped a beat. I hadn't noticed the boy
at the cash register when I came in. Yes, the boy. He couldn't be older
than 16 or 17, but it wasn't the youth that made my heart skip; it was the
eyes. Deep green, wide set, with long lashes and an intense look.

"Hi," I croaked as soon as my initial shock passed, pausing in moving my
stuff from the shopping cart to the counter. I tried to smile, but my mind
was already undressing the boy.

Well, ok, so I am 30 years old, and I usually don't go for teenagers. My
partners have all been over 20. Actually, the youngest I had been
with-sexually-was 22 years old when I was 24. So, I wasn't hooked on the
"younguns". But this kid... wow! He had me totally mesmerized.

With reluctance, I averted my eyes when I saw the kid getting a bit nervous
under my stare.

Resuming placing my purchases on the counter, I saw the kid naked in my
bed.  My hands were shaking as I dropped the cheeses, the cold cuts, and
the other stuff for the boy to scan. In the corner of my eyes, I noticed
that the kid's attention was on his job, but he did give me furtive glances
every now and then.

But that meant nothing. So the kid was being nice to a customer. That was
part of his job, wasn't it? As I placed the two bottles of imported red
wine on the counter, I chided myself on having such a vivid imagination.
But the boy's naked body, rather the boy's imagined naked body, remained
insistently in my mind. He stood in front of me, tall, skinny, smooth,
hung, and ready for action. I shook my head trying to clear the image as I
heard him scan the wine.

"Nice taste in wine, sir," he said.

I could do nothing about my heart which was pounding crazily inside my
chest. Neither could I do anything about my shaking hands. I was trembling
like a fucking teenage girl meeting her boy-band idol. I tried my best to
control myself, but the boy's nakedness in my imagination obliterated
everything else in my mind and started to give me a boner. The counter
barely reached my upper thighs. I am 6' 2" and my bulge was already
showing. The boy's furtive glances moved from my face to my crotch back to
my face. Very furtive. Almost non-existent.

Or was it my imagination again, playing tricks on me, making the boy
interested in my maleness?

"Yes, I like good wine," I managed to respond, wondering how such a young
kid would know about wines.

"Party?" he asked, oh-so-innocently.  Why would a normal exchange of a few
words do this to me? So I was horny, true. I wasn't in any relationship,
living alone in my apartment, no prospects in sight, and I hadn't been laid
in more than a couple of months. Yes, I was horny. But a kid?

"Oh, no, just stocking up. I like a glass of wine with my meals."

The boy nodded, the smile, the eyes, oh God, my throbbing erection. The kid
must have detected the surprised look on my face at his interest/knowledge
in wines.

"I tend bar a couple of nights a week," he confessed after glancing
around. Luckily, there weren't many customers and the adjacent lane was
empty.

I cleared my throat. Tended bar? He couldn't! Who would hire a kid to tend
bar?

Again, the look of surprise must have been plastered all over my face, for
he added with his killer smile: "I'm 22."

"Oh," was all I was able to utter.

I was in instant, irrevocable love. I wanted to fuck. I wanted to get
fucked. The kid was hotter than hot. And, hallelujah, he wasn't a kid! NOT
a kid. My dick quivered and my hole twitched.

The naked smooth boy chest in my imagination immediately grew a dark patch
of hair and a trail, and took an erotic V-shape, and the boy's dick
increased two inches in length. I was on the verge of fainting. I had to
get this over with, get home, and masturbate my brains out.

"That'll be 132 dollars, sir," I was awakened from my reveries with the
killer smile and the green eyes. With trembling hands, I fished out my
debit card and handed it over. He ran the card, I punched in the code, the
transaction was approved, and the naked kid-no, the hot young naked
man-stood in all his glory in front of my mind's eye.

The guy bagged my stuff as I tried to help, ineffectively, since I had no
control over my shakes, or my erection for that matter.

"Let me help you out with this," the guy slammed shut his cash register and
stood up. I almost dropped on the floor in a faint. He had a bulge. Was
that an erection? Oh, dear Jesus and all the saints in heaven! The smile
and the green eyes, and now the bulge stretching the faded jeans cut-offs
to hid mid-thighs. This was torture. Didn't they have some kind of a dress
code in this place? Were hot young hunks allowed to wear something as
erotic as this? Under the bulge, the rest of his thighs were hairy and
muscled, down to the knees.

On wobbly legs I watched the bubble butt push the filled cart in front of
me and out to the parking area.

With an effort, I was able to control my hand from reaching over and
caressing the hot bubble butt as the boy-I kept thinking of him as a
boy-placed the bags of groceries in the trunk of my Subaru. I fished out a
couple of singles from my wallet, changed my mind, took out a five- dollar
bill, changed my mind again, and ended up with ten dollars.

"Damn," I exclaimed as I handed the young guy the tip, which made him
freeze in surprise. "I just forgot to get milk and peanut butter."

"Oh," he said moving his beautiful green eyes from the ten-dollar bill to
my face. "I can get them for you."

"Shit, no time. I have to get home. Damn it!"

"Not to worry sir," the smile returned to the hottest face ever. "I can
bring them over if you don't live too far."

"Oh, I live a couple of blocks away. But I can't ask you to do that for
me," I answered, lamely. I did need the milk and the peanut butter for
tomorrow's breakfast. But I needed him more, oh, so much more.

"Just give me the address and what you need, and I will be happy to drop
them off when I finish my shift in around half an hour."

"Wow, thanks. That would be great. I need a carton of low-fat milk and a
jar of chunky peanut butter. I'm in apartment 3B, 3rd floor, in the
building right next to the power company." All said in one breath,
thinking, dear Lord Jesus let me be laid tonight. I wanted that hunk.

"I know the place. It has blue windows, right?"

I nodded. "My name is Ed and I'll buzz you in."

"And I'm Jimmy. See you later, Ed."

On the way home, I had to be very careful since my attention was not only
taken by the naked body in my imagination, but by my prospects. Could it
be? I had to have him. There was no way that this hunk of a guy was getting
away without a hot fuck: ME! My mind was racing. What line would I use to
get him into my bed? To watch him strip? To suck on his cock? My erection
throbbed as I absently handle the Subaru.

The following half an hour seemed like an eternity. I put away the
groceries. I contemplated changing my clothes into something revealing,
inviting, but decided that that was a bit too vulgar, not really me, no
matter how desperate I was for a fuck. I was already sweating with
anticipation.

All of this, and I wasn't even sure about the guy. His help and
friendliness could have been just that. Why did I assume that he was gay,
and if he was, why would he be interested in me?

Wishful thinking, yes. The naked image danced in front of my mind's eye,
the cock hardening, angling up, hairy balls dangling, and the smile, always
the killer smile, inviting me, enticing, intoxicating, magnetizing. My cock
throbbed and my eyes glazed.

I knew what to do. As a sign of gratitude for Jimmy I would open a bottle
of wine and offer him a drink. He was 22. I wouldn't be breaking any
law. What I wanted was simple and straightforward. I wanted to spend the
night with this kid in my bed. Simple. Straightforward.

And the throbbing increased with the prospect of spooning the bubble butt
throughout the night.

The buzzer! Shit, he was here. Come on Ed: control yourself. After all, it
would be just another fuck. But not with Jimmy, no, the naked body in my
mind was promising heaven, the moon and the stars, with fireworks.

"Come on up, Jimmy," I answered the buzz.

Jimmy came on up! The bulge that I had noticed when he stood up behind the
checkout counter was not there now. So he had had an erection then, hadn't
he?

"Thanks, Jimmy. Come in. How much do I owe you?"

"Tomorrow's breakfast is on me, Ed." Oh, the smile. I just melted.

"Wow. That's sweet of you, Jimmy. Can I at least offer you a glass of
wine?"

He smiled and walked into the apartment. As if in a dream, I opened the
bottle of wine and poured two glasses.

"Shouldn't you let it breathe?"

"Huh?"

"The red wine. When you open the bottle, you need to let it breathe for a
little while before serving. Allows the fumes to evaporate."

"Ah, umm..." I stammered, placing the glasses on the center table. "Could
the wine breathe in the glasses?"

He laughed. "Yes, Ed, it could." He reached for one glass and started
twirling the wine round and round.

"A little help for the breathing process," he said smiling.

I had trouble breathing myself. Who gave a diddly shit about the wine? The
naked boy image kept getting closer and closer to me and my erection
returned.

"So tell me, Jimmy," I finally found my voice. "How come you have to hold
two jobs that don't pay that well instead of trying to find one good one?"

"One good one, huh?" Jimmy smiled. "I'm paying my way through college,
Ed. There is no way I can handle a full-time job, a one-good-one job, and
follow up on my studies at the same time."

I felt a bit ashamed of myself for prodding into the guy's personal
business. All what I wanted to do was to get into his pants, to suck his
dick, to rub his ass. I had put my foot into my mouth.

Trying to make amends, I changed the subject.

"Well, how do you like my choice of wine?" I asked as I watched him sniff
and take a sip.

"Ummm... fruity, with a bouquet. Very interesting. I have expected it to be
more dry. This means that the best way to drink it is chilled, not at room
temperature."

I felt I was listening to a 50-year-old connoisseur with a million-dollar
bank account and a fat cigar, instead of this hot young god standing in
front of me, dazzling me with his beauty.

But I was growing desperate. I was standing a few feet away from Jimmy, my
body tingling, my balls itching, my cock throbbing, my ass twitching, my
mind... what mind? I had lost my mind less than hour ago when I first laid
my eyes on him. As if under control of their own, my eyes moved from the
movie-star face down to his crotch. Oh, the bulge. It was calling to me,
inside his jeans, there were jewels to compete with the Queen's.

"See something interesting, Ed?"

Oh, fuck me! That voice. It had just turned husky, low, inviting. My eyes
slowly moved up to meet his as I nodded my head. I was thinking:
interesting? What a fucking understatement! The smile had faded from
Jimmy's face, replaced by a serious, but oh-so-sexy look, the green eyes
boring into me. My own eyes were again slowly diverted down to his
crotch. My heart raced as I watched him take a step towards me.

"Go ahead, Ed."

So inviting. Oh, so-fuckingly inviting. As if in a dream, I shamelessly
reached out and placed my hand on his front. My legs were barely able to
hold me in a standing position. I grabbed him.

Here I was: a mature 30-year-old man grabbing a young guy's dick through
his jeans. The sensations coming through the palm of my hand were
incredible. I traced the bone inside the jeans up and down. It was big! I
couldn't remain on my feet.

With a sigh of weakness, all my strength left me, and I felt myself
plopping down on the couch behind me, my hand glued to the guy's crotch,
rubbing, caressing, loving. He moaned, arching his back. I shivered.

My face was right at his crotch as I placed the glass of wine on the table,
almost knocking it over, and started to unbutton his jeans. I had to get in
there. I was hypnotized. In my mind I was drooling, like a dog waiting for
his bone. I wanted mine, my bone, badly, desperately. And Jimmy was
definitely offering. He threw his pelvis forward in reaction to my fumbling
with the buttons.

What emerged was heaven. Right in front of my eyes. Inches away from my
lips. Heaven.

Furtively, I licked the piss slit, not really licked, but flicked. My hands
were still holding the flaps of the open jeans. Jimmy was not wearing any
underwear. No wonder his bulge was so inviting.

I fisted him with a trembling hand, felt the veins, felt the pulsating
thickness, felt the heat, as my lips wrapped around the throbbing mushroom
head. I vaguely sensed the pressure of both his hands on my head, guiding
me, prodding me. I didn't need any prodding. My mouth moved in, inch by
sweet inch, stretching my lips, sliding the gorgeous manhood into the warm
wetness of my eager mouth, my spit already mixing with the tiny drops
oozing out of his cock.

The smell from his crotch was intoxicating, maleness mixed with
cleanliness, with soapiness, with the promise of hot juices ready to feed
me. With closed eyes, drunk, I swallowed the beautiful, hard cock. More
meat pushed against my throat. I fought back the gagging and swallowed
deeper. Nothing would stop me from eating him whole. All the way to the
base. My other hand, as if of a mind of its own, cupped the tight fuzzy
balls as I pressed around the base of Jimmy's cock with my eager lips, the
hairs of his thick pubes tingling my nostrils.

Jimmy was moaning loudly, pressing my face onto his pubes. I could hardly
breathe. My nose was filled with snot, my mouth with spit and
precum. Slowly, I pulled back, released my lips and breathed, then down on
the shaft, then back, breathed, then down the shaft, slobbering,
swallowing, ravishing the hot man tool.

He bucked into my mouth faster, fucking my face, holding my head with both
hands. I was beyond caring. I just wanted his juice. And he was eager to
give it. Thrusting in and out, Jimmy fucked my face. My jaws were aching,
my mouth stretched to the maximum, my throat burned, when the first squirt
hit the back of my mouth.

I floated in heavenly heaven as Jimmy emptied his young balls down my
throat. He grunted and thrust with every spurt of his sperm. My mouth
filled. I pursed my lips harder around his shaft to prevent any of the
precious man juice from escaping. However, I felt drops seep down onto my
chin, drip onto the floor.

Finally, I let go. The cock stared at me, one-eyed, wet, dripping,
beautifully manly. Jimmy pulled me up with both hands and we kissed.

I held him tight. Our lips were glued to each other passionately. His
tongue probed inside my mouth as I sucked on his beautiful lips. His crotch
was grinding on mine. My erection was killing me. Jimmy moaned as he licked
his own cum off my lips and my chin. His tongue covered my whole face,
slurping. I couldn't believe what was happening.

When we broke away from each other, we were both out of breath. Jimmy was
smiling. I melted. Looking down, I noticed that his cock was still hard,
pointing upwards at an angle, head glistening with cum and spit, his jeans
around his ankles.

"That's some tool you got, Jim," I croaked.

"Glad you like it, Ed. Would love to give you some more."

"Oh, yea?" It was my turn to smile as I reached for the beautiful 7-inch,
cut cock and rubbed up and down the slick shaft slowly. "Would love to have
some more... a lot more." I squeezed; he moaned and thrust forward.

We undressed. Jimmy lived up to my imagined naked image of him. Except for
a thicker patch of hair in the middle of his chest, he looked just like I
had imagined him to look. We were both of the same height. Naked, we moved
close, our cocks touching, kissing. He fondled my balls as I stroked both
cocks. Mine was bigger than his, longer. But at this stage, size didn't
matter at all. His cock was all I was engrossed in, all I had hungered for.

Jimmy acted as if he were the older guy. He pushed me back on the couch and
started to suck on my dick, kneeling between my thighs. His hands were all
over me, electrifying me. His fingers found my crack and started probing
into the hole. I was ready. Oh, man was I ready.

When he lifted one of my legs and climbed on top of me, I almost sucked him
inside me. His cock, wet and slick, pushed into me like a knife into
melting butter, and I welcomed him with an open ass rim.

However, he couldn't penetrate. I reached for the tube of lube in the
drawer of my nightstand along with a condom and handed them to him. He tore
the condom wrapping with his teeth and sheathed his hard cock. I watched
breathlessly. He squeezed some lube onto his cock and stroked it slowly,
making it slick and shiny. Another blob went into my crack. He rubbed the
lube around my ass. We were ready.

He pressed at my hole, penetrated, and kept going the full length. He
didn't wait for me to get used to his thickness. He immediately started
fucking me, grabbing at my hair, digging his finger nails into my skin,
squeezing my nipples. I stroked myself, intoxicated by the sensations from
my ass and the glorious body on top of me, which was starting to sweat, was
heaving, rippling, contracting, and all the while fucking me.

When he cummed, he grunted loudly. His cock grew thicker in girth with each
spurt. I almost shot my own load when I stared at his face as he poured his
man juice pouring into the tuber deep inside my ass. What was so exciting
was how he looked as he ejaculated. The expression on his face, his eyes
screwed shut, his mouth open, his abs flexing, sweating, his neck muscles
taught. I raised myself on my elbows and bit on his nipples, and he dropped
more sperm into condom, grunting louder, pressing his full length inside
me.

To my amazement, I started to ejaculate as soon as I felt him withdraw. He
noticed and rammed back. My next squirts hit me in the face as Jimmy
resumed his fucking. Finally, I was spent and Jimmy slipped out and off
me. He lay on the floor rug on his back, panting, covered with sweat. His
cock was still semi-erect and pulsating inside the overflowing condom. My
ass burned, sweetly.

I rolled over and nuzzled onto beautiful Jimmy, spooning him
sideways. Although I had ejaculated forcefully, the cum covering my chest
and neck and lower face a proof of that, I was still in lust for this hot
boy. He reacted to my moaning and turned around, giving me access to his
butt. I grinded on his bubble cheeks, immediately erecting. I licked his
neck and he pressed back onto me, filling my crotch with his ass cheeks.

I reached for another condom and hastily rolled it on. Slowly, I rubbed my
now hard cock in and out of his crack sliding easily with the help of the
lubricant I had applied. He moaned. I found the fuck hole and penetrated. I
heard him muffle a scream onto his arm as I invaded the rim muscle, but I
kept going into the tunnel, the sweet, tight, warm tunnel. Then I fucked. I
fucked like there was no tomorrow, pounding, thrusting, grinding, working
my cock into every corner and bend of Jimmy's hot insides.

I cummed in gallons five or so minutes later. I felt as if I was never,
ever going to stop pouring semen inside the condom. Spurt after spurt after
spurt. I lost count. I almost fainted from the intensity of my
ejaculation. I had to give it to Jim. He took me stolidly. My 7.5-inch
thick cock must have plowed him to the maximum. He just grunted, moaned,
and took me.

Slipping out, I kissed him.

We showered and fucked. We ate. And we fucked. There was no sleep that
night for either of us. We'd doze for a short while only to wake to horny
erections and more sucking and fucking.

I had Jimmy more than once that night. He also had me more than once. We
stayed together for more than two months, never tiring from each other.
Fucking and sucking whenever we had the chance. I kept on shopping at the
supermarket after Jimmy left town to follow a master's program in another
university. But there was no second Jimmy at the checkout counters. What a
pity!