Date: Thu, 27 Apr 2000 15:53:19 -0700 (PDT)
From: Travis S. <bitravis@yahoo.com>
Subject: Me, Shawn, and Ed

Whatever disclaimers exist apply.  This story contains M/M sex, and isn't
for little, prying eyes!  This story is about 60% reality, 40% fantasy.
This is also my first attempt at an erotic story , so send comments (Good
or bad) to bitravis@yahoo.com

Me, Shawn, & Ed
by
Bitravis

Part 1-Ed

I met my first love at work.

Ed trained me my first few nights, showing me the basic ins-and-outs of
running the gas station.  He was taller than I, around 5' 10", 175 pounds,
with a tight, wrestler's build.  He had brown-black hair that he kept
shaved around the sides and tied back in the center.  His eyes were
blue-green, moving towards either color depending on the lighting.

Our last midnight shift together was a Thursday, and it was absolutely
dead.  I was running the register while he was in the office having a
cigarette.  This drop-dead gorgeous guy comes in for chips and pop, and I
found myself staring uncontrollably at the man.  He was dressed in
skin-tight shorts and a tank top, with a tan that meant he either spent a
year at the beach, or too much money at a tanning salon.

I watched the guy leave and let out an almost silent sigh as he did.  Just
then, I heard a deep grunt come from the direction of the office door.  Ed
was standing there, watching the man's exit just as intently as I had been.

I was rather up-front with Ed.  "He had a nice ass, didn't he?"

Ed instinctively nodded, then shook his head and said, "I dunno."

"Yes you do.  You were looking."

"I was not!"  He protested.

"Are you gay?"

"Are you?!"

"Yeah," I said, watching his face turn blood-red.  He was cornered and I
knew it.

Slowly, he nodded.  "Yeah."

"I thought so," I replied.  "We can usually tell our own when we see 'em."

He nodded curtly and headed into the bathroom, while I took care of another
customer.  When that was done, I locked the doors and stepped out towards
the still-closed bathroom door.  Putting my ear close to the door, I could
just barely make out a faint sound: "Smack, smack, smack, smack."  Ed was
beating off!

I gently tried the door, and finding it unlocked I threw it open.  Ed was
standing in front of the toilet, pants around his ankles, flailing away at
an almost 8" dick!

This was almost too good to be true!

He signaled for me to close and lock the door, then stepped out of his
pants.

"Have you done this before?"  He asked me as he pulled me close and started
pulling my shirt up over my head.

"Yeah," I said.  I wasn't a virgin, and figured that he wasn't either.  My
jeans slid down my legs, and my lack of underwear let my 6" cock spring up,
stiff as a board.  He kissed my neck, and started tonguing his way down my
bare chest, stopping for a moment to penetrate my belly button with his
probing tongue.

I moaned in ecstasy, and he continued down to my cock, which dribbled
pre-cum over his chin as he rubbed against it.  He began to suck me off,
softly at first, then started to pull like a Hoover.  Within seconds, I
shot a load down his throat, and he got up and kissed me, exchanging my own
seed with me during the passionate kiss.

He sent a finger up my ass and I moaned softly, and again as a second went
in.

"I want you," I told him.  "I want you to fuck me."

Without a word, he obliged, turning me gently so my hands rested on the
sink.  I leaned over, jutting my fairly tight ass out at him while he lubed
his dick with spit.  The very first second his 8" pole entered my ass, I
knew pain.

Then there was the pleasure.  He fucked me just like he had sucked me,
gently, then rougher.  We were both moaning and groaning loudly-loud enough
that I still worry that someone outside heard us.  He let out a barely
intelligible "Oh fuck!"  and started to fill my ass with hot cum.  At the
same time, I shot under the sink, coating the wall and underside of the
sink with my second load.

"Damn, Travis," he said to me as we started gathering our clothes.  "I
think I love you."  I chuckled happily.  "I think I love you too, Ed."

I was definitely going to like working here!

Ed left the station a little over two months later, taking a far better
paying job in South Carolina.

Part 2-Sean

About a month after Ed left, Sean was hired to do tire repairs.  He was a
wrestler from the High School I had just graduated from, around 5' 6", 160
lbs, with a really muscular build.  He had brown hair and eyes and a goatee
that made him look almost menacing.

He was the center of most of my wet dreams.

We became friends, especially after finding out we had one friend in
common: Ed!  We worked together from one night, with Sean closing down the
repair bays and going home at 8 while I worked register until 11.  As he
left, Sean invited me to his place after work.

What I found was an apartment over his father's garage, where he lived
rent-free, away from his father and step-mother.  A rickety stairwell led
up to the door, which had a small sticky-note attached: "Travis, door open.
Sean."

I shrugged and opened the door, finding a very typical apartment with brown
plush carpeting.  Sean was sitting naked on the couch, holding a beer in
one hand and the TV remote in the other.

"Oh, hi Trav," he said to me, seemingly unconcerned by his own nakedness.
"This doesn't bother you, does it?  I can get dressed, but I just usually
don't wear clothes around the house."

"No, not at all," I said, trying not to stare at his hard, hairless, sweaty
body.  "Don't you get worried about people walking in on you?"

"No.  The only person who ever has was Ed."

Was that a hint?  I really wasn't sure.

"Why don't you get comfortable?"  He asked.  "Want a beer?"

I accepted and sat down on the opposite end of the couch from him while he
went to the fridge.  God, was his ass tight!  And he had a 6" dick hanging
between his legs, seeming larger because of his short height.

"Hell," he said with his back towards me, "why don't you take your clothes
off, too.  We could start a nudist colony."

Was he joking?  Guessing that he was, I did start to take off my clothes,
crossing my legs to hide the boner I was sprouting.  When he came back and
handed me the beer, he said, "Isn't that more comfortable?"

I had to admit it was.  "Yeah, it's cool."  I took a sip of the beer and
said, "So Ed walked in on you?"

"Yeah, he caught me jacking off."

I really hadn't expected Sean to be that direct.  I asked with equal
directness, "Did he fuck you, too?"

He grew a sly smile.  "I don't kiss and tell."  He looked at my crossed
legs and said, "Why don't you open up and give me a peek?"

I did, letting my boner spring up.  He was getting one too, and reached
over to stroke my dick lightly.  I returned the favor, taking his smooth
dick in my hand.  We sat there for a few minutes, jerking eachother off,
until I leaned over and kissed the purple head of his cock.  "Oh yeah," he
whispered, "Suck my dick."

I did, absolutely loving the salty taste of his pre-cum and sweat.  He took
his hand off my cock and put on my back running it up and down the length
of my spine.  I started sucking harder, able to see his purple nut-sac
rising out of the corner of my eye.  He was ready to blow.  He gave a
high-pitched "Mmmmm," then sprayed his seed in my throat, which I eagerly
swallowed.  I then laid him down on his back, ass in the air.

"My turn."

I lined up my cock to his ass and penetrated, feeling the tightness, the
moisture, and the muscles.  He yelped, but soon stopped.  His face showed
sheer passion, as I'm sure mine did.  I pounded his ass for what felt like
a blissful eternity, until I lost control and filled his rear with my own
seed.  When I was spent, I fell over onto him and we kissed, long and
soulfully.  I was definitely going to like working at the station!

That's the end of this one.  If I get enough positive votes, I may write
follow-ups.