Date: Tue, 16 Jan 2001 22:56:20 -0800 (PST)
From: h s <ca_slither@yahoo.com>
Subject: Garage Sale, by slither

Disclaimer and Warning: The following story contains homosexual
content of a homosexual nature. It is not intended for those
under the legal age.  If you are offended by homosexual acts, or
if it is illegal in your locality to view and/or possess such
material, please leave now. you could be arrested.

Note: This story is the property of the writer. Any copying in
part or in whole of this document is prohibited. The following
story, entitled Garage Sale, is completely fictional. Any
connection to real characters is 100% incidental. That's why it's
called "original."


GARAGE SALE, by ca_slither (ca_slither@hotmail.com)

     the summer before i went to college my parents had a garage
sale to get rid of all the things we'd collected over the years.
there was enough stuff to fill two garbage trucks, but as they
say, "one's man's junk is another man's treasure." so, like all
good Americans, we figured to make some cash out of it.

     it was my last summer at home, with college starting in the
fall. high school was over and i was finally going away to live
at the college. i spent most of high school pining for hot boys.
i didn't know about being gay, but i fantasized about guys a lot.
even when i'd be fooling around with a girl, my mind would
sometimes wonder how much better it might be if one of those cute
guys from school would be there instead of the girl. and for what
it's worth, i was always after the guys who were about my size:
5'10", 130 lbs., slim.

     my all-boys private high school was full of them. i played
hoops and soccer, but never quite got into the football-in-the-
fall, hockey-in-the-winter, rugby-in-the-spring routine like most
of the jocks. you're probably thinking "sounds like boy heaven",
and to some degree it was. surrounded by hot guys, i risked my
reputation to sneak peeks at the urinals and stare at their
soaped-up bodies after practice.

     one of those shower scenes fueled my fantasies for months,
if not years. i was staying late after practice and the football
team shuffled in. there weren't too many beefy guys, most of them
just had long tight bodies. i took my time in the shower waiting
to see if anyone would join me. Usually one or two hot guys would
come in, but the rest were nothing special. this time, though,
one after the next, my fantasies walked in, slipped the towels
off their slim waists, turned a little, hung the towels on wall
hooks, and marched to their spots in the gang shower. first came
Jason, then Marcus, and i couldn't believe my luck. Jason, all
slim and smooth at 6 feet, was a little shy and chose one of the
showerheads at the back. Marcus, not as tall but with a super-
tight body, took his place right next to me and turned on the
water. if that weren't enough, Carson follows, then Alex, then
Christian. Carson sets up right across while Christian and Alex
stop on my right.

     it feels like i won the lottery. the five hottest guys in
school, all smooth, rubbing themselves with the tiny little soap
bars they hand out after gym. Alex, my favorite, with that
perfect blonde WASP look, sporting the only uncut dick i'd ever
wanted. Christian, another blonde, is kinda lanky but has this
long skinny dick and huge smooth balls that hang just perfect.
they start horsing around a little, grabbing and pushing each
other. a friend told me once that Christian and Alex once got
caught jacking each other in the showers, and for a second i
wonder if there'll be a repeat. no chance, not with all these
guys around, i thought. instead, i just keep on washing myself,
hoping i won't go hard and staring in fascination. i make mental
notes of the scene: Alex's uncut dick, Marcus's washboard abs
(how do you get those?), the tiny birthmark on Carson's ass, and
most of all, Christian--the guy just oozes sex, perfect
proportioned body, all smooth, and that beautiful long dick
resting above fine low-hanging balls. no one's really suspicious
of me, since i'm more or less straight-acting, but just maybe
somebody's catching on to my lengthy stay in the shower, so i
head out and change back into my school uniform.

     sunday arrives and my whole family is busy organizing the
big sale. we've tagged prices on most of the big items, and
assembled lots of smaller things on tables and in boxes
throughout the house. mom's gonna be running the show, answering
questions, bargaining, etc. dad's in charge of security, which
means staying at the front door to make sure no one walks away
without paying. my brother and i are assigned the basement and
the second floor, respectively. so, i'm basically stuck upstairs
for the day.

8:00    the rush of "early birds"

8:48    who are these people? it's scary

9:07    i kick a weirdo out for snooping in the bathroom

10:34   bored

11:05   mom brings me a sandwich and asks how it's going

11:16   i take my first break--when will this end?

11:21   it's only been five minutes... ugh

11:44   impatient. i ask mom if i can leave. "not yet"


     it was quiet upstairs for about 30 minutes, but i could
still hear voices downstairs, so i knew people were still coming,
they just weren't coming upstairs. i was cursing to myself,
leafing through magazines, checking out the stuff i'd already
started packing for college when i heard the footsteps coming up
the stairs. it was Christian.

     i'd told a few friends about the sale, not really expecting
anyone to show up. Christian, or Pickle as everyone called him,
wasn't a close friend, but we'd smoked some weed a few times and
since he lived nearby we often walked home together after school.

     i was sitting in my room on the floor and just the sight of
him caught me way off-guard. he was wearing these ragged cut-off
jean shorts and a loose shirt.

     --how's it going?

     --um, hey Pickle. ok, i guess. we've sold most of the big-
ticket items. i'm hoping they'll cut me in on some of the cash
we've pulled in.

     --that'd be cool. y'got anything interesting left? maybe i
could take something off your hands, i mean, as long as you're
getting rid of it.

     he moves into my room. i'm keeping it cool, i mean it's not
like we haven't hung out before. we'd been high a few times and
talked vaguely about sex, and there was even a "close call" one
night when we'd passed out on a double bed together after some
stoopid party. this felt different, though, and it seemed like he
had something on his mind. i dunno, maybe it was me, but the
scene felt a little charged. either way, i was more than happy to
see him.

     --what's this?

     he picks up some of my clothes that were lying on top of
some of my summer camp mementos. a charred piece of rope from a
"burn the rope" contest; a few rolled-up photos; bracelets and
beads, etc.

     his bare legs keep flexing. each time he moves i catch a new
angle of his body. the loose shorts don't reveal much, but they
also give me great shot of his thighs and the boxers that are
almost tugging out at his waist. i'm lost in fantasy

     --Jordan, u there dude? what is this shit?

     --whoa, sorry man. um, it's just some crap from camp. i'll
prolly throw it away before i leave.

     and in the mess that is my room he continues poking around.
we make small talk about school being over, who's going to
college, who's made honors, who's throwing parties, who's got the
best weed, who's the best DJ. and then he sits down right across
from me on the floor, Indian-style. his shorts are literally
hugging his crotch. i can make out his huge balls and my mind's
racing with thoughts of reaching for them.

     does he have any clue of the effect he's having on me?
Pickle has just strolled into my room with a shit-eating grin
(he's prolly stoned), starts messing through all my stuff and
then plops down on the floor right next to me. we're friends, but
never this casual. and like i said, Chris just oozes sex. he's
about 6 feet, maybe 140 lbs. with dirty blonde hair. but the way
he moves, all smooth and agile, it's just drives you crazy. pure
torture.

12:16   i close my door. mom and dad: please stay away

12:17   back on the floor with Pickle

12:20   Pickle: wanna smoke a J?

12:24   on my (private) back balcony, rolling the J

12:28   smoke rising. 'rents will freak if they see this

12:32   intense high... gotta keep it together

     we're cracking up. i literally cannot stop laughing. Pickle,
too. i feel way more comfortable all of a sudden. Pickle's
sitting in a chair on the balcony and i'm leaning across from him
on the railing. his shorts are hiked up a bit and his boxers are
clearly showing from under. and it's like that line in a movie
where everyone's sitting around the room and there's this huge
white elephant in the corner, and all you can think is "don't
talk about the elephant... don't talk about the elephant."

     in my case, the white elephant is sex. i wanted him.
touching, rubbing, anything just to feel his hot body against
mine.I  keep thinking that i have to make a move, or i'll regret
it forever. school is over, after all. the oppression and
discipline of high school are history (no pun intended). nothing
ventured, nothing gained, right?

     we can't stop laughing. i keep catching glimpses of his
thighs, praying he won't notice. sex scenes keep playing out in
my head... Pickle bending over... dry humping on my bed... 69'ing
on the floor... massive shots of cum... together in the shower...
full-body massages.

     and then, out of nowhere, i stop laughing and gently grab
his shirt, pulling it ever so slightly from away from his body. i
feel his skin through the buttonholes and rub his chest for a
second or two. this wasn't even me, but it was... and i'll never
forget his reaction. ok, he looked stunned, i won't gloss over
that fact. but he was smiling, too. and that told me he didn't
mind. i tried to say something, but there was nothing to say.
either he wanted this or not. and his smile said yes. he slowly
got out of the chair and stood right in front of me by the
railing. he hugged me close and said:

     --waited long enough

     --sorry dude.

     --what about your parents?

     --let's just see what happens... ok?

     i should've been a nervous mess, but i wasn't. it felt right
and i didn't want to lose the moment. he brought his mouth close
to mine and opened my lips with his tongue circling around my
gums tickling my own tongue the smell of weed was faint but sweet
and the cliche (in this case was too true): it was all very
natural.

     his hard-on presses into my own cock. with our loose shorts,
it's like we're wearing nothing at all. my hands are everywhere,
up his shirt, at the back of his head, down his hips. he pulls
away, breathes in hard and starts unbuttoning my shirt, teasing
me all the way down to my tummy with gentle touches. i notice a
small dark spot on my crotch. he kneels down and tugs at my
shorts. i lean back in total ecstasy. he's rubbing my cock
through the boxers. i spasm a few times before he slows his
motions a little to calm me down. then pulls the head through the
pee-hole, wiping the pre-cum all over. he licks at my cock a few
times and my dick jumps all over the place. i need to taste his
lips again, so i bring him back up. we kiss for a few minutes,
but i sense that there's not much time and so i push him back
down into the chair.

     you'd think i'd go all animal on the guy, but for whatever
reason, i took my time, knowing this could last for today at
least. he lifts his ass up and i slip his jean shorts down. his
dick is tenting his boxers and i keep comparing it to my own...
slightly longer than mine at about 7 inches, definitely skinnier,
and those veins. it looked alive. after a few tender licks i just
swallow the whole head to Chris' delight. i run my tongue all
over, into the slit, underneath, down the shaft. i get him to
take down his boxers and there it was, not a coupla inches off my
face... sticking straight up slathered in my saliva. i go back to
work on his balls, totally hairless and silky. looking up, i see
his eyes closed in pleasure, which totally spurs me on. when he
moves to the edge of the seat, exposing the bottom of his
asscheeks, i lick under his balls and find his sweet spot. his
moans are getting louder and his breath is speeding. he's
wriggling in the seat as i press harder onto this super-sensitive
place right below his sac.

     he grabs his cock and starts pumping it fast, then slow,
then fast again. i'm consumed with that spot between his ass and
balls and all Pickle can manage are soft whimpers through his
super-fast breath. i touch his jacking hand and move my tongue
back to his cock. not missing a beat, Pickle pushes his hips into
my face, ramming his skinny 7-incher down my throat. with my
other hand i tickle his balls and ass. i'm amazed how smooth he
is... the sweat he's built up on this hot summer day makes his
skin slippery, and with his ass almost off the edge of the chair,
my finger easily slides between his cheeks to his hole. i'm outta
my league here, but Pickle's clearly in some other place... had
anyone walked in right there and asked his name, he wouldn't even
know, that's how lost he was.

     the finger on his hole is like gas on the fire. his hips
pick up speed, his moans get raspier, and i'm just not sure how
long anyone, much less a 16-year-old boy, can take this. i glide
one finger right up his hole, bringing a low guttural cry from
Pickle. i stop like on a dime, and he just flashes me his
patented grin.

     --dude, don't stop... this is wild

     his hips start banging his prick back into my mouth and my
fingers quickly return to his hole. no hair there either, btw.
our movements get faster in unprecedented coordination. each
downstroke of my mouth meeting the upstrokes of his hips.

     --i'm gonna cum, dude...

     it was the softest, sexiest voice i'd ever heard.

     --go for it

     and he did. with his hole clenched tight on my pistoning
finger, he shot up my throat. his cock leaps all around in my
mouth as he feeds me a few more squirts. in my rookie efforts to
please, i swallow everything i can and continue licking around
his head. now i was lost.

     --fuck dude, that was amazing, Jordan.

     he takes hold of his cock and rubs the head around my mouth,
smearing the last bits of juice on my lips. he bends over slowly,
and our eyes lock for a split. he kisses me with his silky lips.

     --i mean it Jordan, you were great

     --Pickle, fuck dude...

     --don't worry, you're next.

     right. my turn. almost forgot. i look down at my softening
cock. a decent-sized puddle of cum sits on the balcony floor and
my cockhead's covered with the rest of my load. never before, or
since, had i cum without touching myself (not counting wet
dreams, of course), but on this day, it seems like anything was
possible. and he laughs a sexy sorta laugh.

     --well, maybe some other time, eh?

     Pickle pulled his shorts up, hiding that beautiful cock
again from my eyes. we both knew i had to get back in the house.
someone was gonna be looking for me. who knows how long we'd been
out here. i wanted more, but accepted it for it was: a one-off
with the sexiest guy i'd ever known.


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