Date: Fri, 24 Oct 2008 18:17:18 -0700
From: Wolf pomo <whitewold999@icqmail.com>
Subject: Joey's Story 2 (gay/beginnings, M/M)
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This story is a work of fiction and contains
descriptions of explicit sexual acts of boy's
discovering their sexuality. It contains graphic
scenes of sex between an underage boy and adult
males... If this type of content offends you or you
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Joey's Story 2
Fast Food
By
Wolf
When Joey entered college he hung out a
hamburger joint just off campus because that was
about the only food he could afford. He could simply
walk to the joint. Almost any time because the place
stayed open until 1 a.m.
He was on first name bases with one of the
short-order-cook. Joey felt an affinity for the old
man because he never knew his own grandfathers and
the old man was the grandfather type. He was a 62-
year old, short, chubby man with close cropped white
hair. Because of the heat behind the grill he tented
to work on T-shirts and there was always unshaved
chest hairs sticking over the neck of the shirt that
were almost white too.
After studying until late at night Joey would
head for the joint for a bite to eat and talk to him
about everything from the state of the football team
to how fucked up the government was. Joey was in
the Air force Reserve but still questioned our
involvement in Vietnam.
Joey was a physically fit 19-ywear old, 6-footer
with a 32-inch waist at the time. His hair was black.
He looked like he should have been a wide receiver on
the football team. On one of those days when Joey
didn't have any classes the next day and he had just
finished a term paper and felt like celebrating. The
cook was the closest thing he could call a friend so he
walked the joint.
The cook recognized that Joey was in a good
mood the minute he entered to place. He was relaxed
and talkative. It was close to the time that the
second shift cook was taking over so he finished
cleaning the place and deposited the plastic trash bag
in the dumpster behind the joint. He opened a beer
for himself and sat on the stool next to Joey. He
suggested to Joey that he could come home with him
and have a look at his collection of airplane models.
They went out back and got in his old car. It
was an old 1947 Ford two-door sedan. The thing was
not in that good of shape but was worth restoring.
The post war year's was when a lot of Detroit iron
use soybean plastic for steering wheels, window
handles, knobs and dash parts. The problem was
when the plastic was exposed to sun light it was
crumble like dry peanut brittle. The seat had been
reupholstered with cheep woven plastic covers. It
was not a long drive to his home.
When they entered the old craftsman house it
looked like an antique shop. It was like walking back
through time. The house was right out of the
twenties. The gas stove had porcelain handles that
had to be lit by a wooden match. The fridge had a big
cooling coil on top. Even the bathroom was right out
of the twenties. The porcelain toilet had a water
tank on the wall with a pull chain. The bathtub was
just as old. It was a cast iron high back porcelain
coated tub mounted on eagle claw feet gripping balls.
The furniture in the house was right out of a Duncan
Fifth furniture catalog.
After he showed off the models they watched
some TV that was hidden in an old cabinet. It was
getting late and the cook invited Joey to stay for
dinner. Afterwards he started rubbing Joey's
shoulders. While he was doing that he asked him if
he wanted a full body rub. Joey was all for it and
even hoped it would lead to more. The cook
suggested that he take a bath first.
In the bathroom the cook started drawing a
warm bath while Joey got undressed. When he
settled into the tub the cook took off his own clothes
and got in the tub behind Joey. He washed Joey's
back for him and even reached around to wash his
front. Joey got a monster boner just having the old
mans big hands all over his body. The old man sure
noticed the reaction. He suggested that they dry off
and head for the bedroom.
The old man had Joey lie face down on the bed
so that he could rub his back. He was using baby oil
on his skin as he rubbed Joey's back. He worked on
the backs of Joey's legs from the calves up to the
thighs and eventually he kneaded Joey's butt. Joey
was enjoying the smell of baby oil and the feel of the
big meaty hands on his ass when he felt a finger
invade his asshole. The old man finger fucked him
with ease before he mounted Joey's back and
inserted his fat greasy cock into Joey's ass.
By that time Joey had been fucked by enough
men that he was able to relax his sphincter and
accept the cock fairly easily. He enjoyed the feel of
the heavy man on his back. When the old man was
about to cum he placed his mouth on the right side of
Joey's neck and bit him before sucking a bit hickey on
Joey's neck. Joey lay there relishing the warmth as
the old man came in his ass. It was awhile before the
old man tolled off of his back.
Joey cuddled up against the hairy chest of the
chubby old man and felt the body oil as he ran his
hands and fingers through the hairs as he drifted off
to sleep.
Joey spent a lot of nights reliving that night in
the cook's bed while he finished going to school.
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