Date: Sat, 1 Oct 2011 06:56:52 -0700 (PDT)
From: Indian Horned <indianhorned@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Checkout Counter-1

The first time Ryan noticed the man staring at him, he was busy helping an
elderly lady at the checkout counter. It was a crowded time at the
supermarket and he barely had time to register the man's attention. When
the time came for the man to be helped, he noticed that the man was shorter
than him, dark-haired, muscular and probably in his late-thirties.

"Anything else, sir?" he said.

The man hesitated a few seconds before he said, "Ummm, no." Then, he
reached into his wallet, pulled out the credit card and handed it to Ryan.

Ryan noticed that his name was Matt but the line was already way too
long. When the man picked up his bag, Ryan couldn't help but noticing the
wedding ring.

The rest of the day passed uneventfully.

Ryan made his way home after his shift only stopping briefly at the gym to
work out. When he got home, he stripped off his clothes and looked at
himself in the mirror. Having just turned nineteen, he was athletic and
lanky, with a smooth muscular body, tousled blond hair and a sexy smile.
"Not bad", he thought as he hopped into the shower.

He cooked himself some steak, and opened a bottle of red wine that he had
gotten from the store at a discount. One of the few perks of working in a
supermarket.

After he ate, he couldn't help but turn his thoughts back to the encounter
at the supermarket so he poured himself a second glass, and stretched out
naked on his bed with the wine and some salad oil at hand. He spent the
rest of the evening polishing his glistening rod to five climaxes before he
fell into an exhausted reverie.

The next few weeks passed without incident although Ryan did see the man
with a tall blonde once who he assumed was his wife.

The next encounter was late at night when Ryan was working the graveyard
shift, and the supermarket was deserted. The man popped in to buy a bottle
of champagne, and even though he could check it out in the express lane, he
made his way to Ryan's counter.

"Anything else I can do for you, sir?" said Ryan with a smirk.

The man had a glazed look on his face. He tried to say something but
couldn't quite manage it. After a few seconds, he said, "You look like you
workout a lot. What gym do you use?"

Ryan told him the name of his gym which was not too far away but added that
he also ran to keep fit, and had a set of weights at home.

The man was tongue-tied but tried to keep the conversation going.

"Anything else?"

"Ummmm ... no." said the man hesitantly.

"Would you like my number by any chance?" said Ryan with a grin.

The man looked around in a little bit of a panic but Ryan just grabbed the
credit-card receipt he had handed to him, and quickly scrawled his number
on it.

"Have a nice day, sir."

The man stuffed the receipt into his pants, and scurried out the door.

Ryan smirked and wondered if he would ever hear back from him.

It was late at night a few days later when Ryan's phone rang.

"It's Matt", the voice said, and Ryan instantaneously knew who it was. "You
are very handsome. Can I meet you sometime?"

"When?"

"Can I come over tonight?"

"Sure," said Ryan and gave him his address even as he wondered if he was
going to see him or not. However, he was pleased. He hadn't gotten off in
the last few days which was extraordinarily rare for him. He quickly
stripped, and started lifting some weights to look even more pumped than
usual. Then, he jumped into the shower to quickly clean off. He was in the
shower when the doorbell rang. He quickly grabbed his towel, and wrapped it
around him. When he answered the door, his hair was still wet from the
shower and he was wearing nothing but a white towel.

When Ryan opened the door, Matt's eyes went wide at seeing him in just the
towel. Ryan beckoned him to come in.

Matt was speechless. He found himself staring at the stud who was wearing
nothing but a towel.  Ryan shut the door behind Matt, and winked at him. He
grabbed Matt by the shoulders, and pushed down.  Wordlessly, Matt sunk down
to his knees and was level with the white towel around Ryan's loins.

Ryan just flicked the towel open, and it fell to the floor in a heap around
his ankles.

Matt's eyes went wide as he got to see Ryan exposed for the first time.
Matt's thick cock looked disproportionately large on his lean lanky body.

Without a word, Matt took Ryan's growing cock into his mouth. Soon it was
engorged with the veins sticking out like Ryan's muscles. As he sucked on
the stud's cock and rolled his tongue around the head, he found Ryan
leaking precum like a faucet. He enjoyed pleasuring this stud and making
him feel good.

Ryan grabbed Matt's head and held it in a vice-like grip. The few days of
not getting off were getting to him. Even though he didn't have a quick
trigger, he was finding it hard to hold back against the talented service
that he was getting from this man.

Matt rubbed his hands upward towards Ryan's well-formed abs and then to his
nipples which were the size of erasers. He tasted precum. The boy was
ready.

As soon as Ryan's nipples were being played with, he knew that he couldn't
hold back any more and with a loud moan, he released his pent-up load. It
gushed up fast and furious and Matt took it all down his throat.

As he swallowed this stud's load, Matt rolled his tongue around the
handsome boy's cock to give him some last bits of pleasure.

Ryan's legs were vibrating as he found his cock was being pleasured, and he
grabbed Matt and yanked him upward and looked at him in the eyes. "Hope you
are not in a hurry."

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