One of my first jobs when I was 19 was as a bag boy at a local grocery store. I met a lot of interesting people when I helped them get their groceries into their cars. A guy a year younger than I used to come to the store often to do his mother's shopping. His name was Chad and he was small but cute. Chad came in so often that we became friends. We used to go out back on my breaks and light one up and shoot the breeze. One day, as I was walking back to the store room, he came in for a loaf of bread and acted happier than usual. When I asked why, he said that it was his 18th birthday. I invited him into the back room with me. When we got inside, I grabbed his arm and said that I wanted to give him his 18-year-old ass some pops to prepare him for another year of growing up. Chad tried to dodge away, but I kept a firm grip on his arm and pulled him close. At the same time, I grabbed his shorts and in the struggle, his zipper tore open. I hadn't meant to do that and I was really sorry about it. I told Chad to take them off and let me try to fix the zipper. We went over to a corner of the back room, behind some boxes, and he pulled off his shorts. I tried to fix the zipper, fiddling around with it for a couple of minutes before looking up at Chad to tell him it was no use. He was standing there watching me, wearing nothing but his briefs and it was obvious from the way they tented out that he had a hard-on. The size of it was something else, specially on such a little guy! His briefs bulged out like there was a softball inside them. I said that it looked as though he was having a problem to which he replied, "Yeah, I guess so." By that time I also had a hard-on, though I didn't tell him. Sex hadn't been on my mind when I'd suggested he take off his shorts. I'd never done anything in my life with another guy, but seeing that big bulge in Chad's shorts really turned me on. I guess I knew at once what I wanted to do, though I didn't know exactly how to go about it. I asked Chad if he had that problem often and he said yes. I asked what he usually did about it. He said that if he was alone, he'd probably play with it. I said that he could play with it now; that I would'nt mind and I'd get a charge out of watching. He said that he would only if I would, too. He reached out and grabbed the front of my jeans and said that it looked as though I had the same problem. He started to unbutton my jeans, but I told him, "You first." He stepped back without argument and dropped his jockeys to the floor. His fat circumcised dick popped into view, complemented by a sac of nuts which were indeed as big as a softball. I couldn't take my eyes off it and my mouth dropped open. Just the way I liked it. I wanted to reach out and touch it but was afraid. Chad wasn't; he put his hands back on my jeans and pulled them down along with my underwear. He grabbed my dick in his hands and squeezed and pumped cock through the denim. I would have been happy if that was all he did, but he dropped to his knees, pulled out my cock and took it into his warm mouth. I was going crazy. Then suddenly, he backed off and stood up and told me that it was my turn. He put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me down. When I was on my knees, his dick was only about an inch from my face. I took the opportunity to inspect it. I cupped the fuzzy sac in one hand and opened my mouth to take in his cock. First, I stuck out my tongue to lick off the drop of precum that emerged from his slit. I took as much of his dick into my mouth that I could. I started to bob my head and suck as hard as I could. "Better stop that, or I'll shot," he cautioned. He backed away from me and lifted me up to my feet. Someone might walk in and catch us let's just jack off and then get together tonight for some real fun. We leaned against the wall and jerked each other's cock until we shot off. After we were done, he pulled up his shorts and I put on my apron and we walked back into the store, smiling to each other. I watched Chad as he walked down the street, holding the bag of groceries in front of his broken zipper. All I could do for the rest of the day was dream about what the evening would have in store. After work, I raced home, ate dinner, showered and changed clothes. My heart was pounding as I rang Chad's doorbell. He answered the door, wearing short white shorts and tank top. He had a gigantic hard-on in his pants and a smile on his face. He said his parent we out and led me to his bedroom. As soon as the door closed, our clothes went flying across the room. We laid done on the bed side by side stroking each other's dick. Chad asked if I wanted to try something else that was fun. I asked like what and he answered that I could fuck him. I was game! Chad laid back on the bed, lifted up his legs and feet high toward my shoulders, and told me to get between his legs. I knelt into position and pointed my hard-on at his hole. He told me to take it slowly at first and reached down to guide my knob to the right spot. While I was wondering how my cock was going to fit into his ass, I lost my balance and fell forward. I entered him suddenly causing him to wince and told me to hold on until he got used to me. After a while, he said I could start fucking him real slow. After a few minutes he told me that I could start fucking him hard. Although I didn't quite know what I was doing, I fucked like a madman. I was so wrapped up in the feeling of his tight warm ass muscles gripping my shaft that I couldn't have stopped even if someone walked in the room. As I fucked him, I reached down and rubbed his chest; pinched his nipples and kissed him deeply on the lips. The feeling was awesome when my cock started to spurt inside him.. I looked down and watched him tighten his face muscles, open his mouth, force his eyes closed, stick his tongue out, grasp his cock, pump it and spray streams of cum over his chest and onto his chin. His tongue darted out and licked off the come that it could reach. I leaned down and licked up the rest. Exhausted, we passed out on the bed. The phone woke us up. His mom called to say that his parents would not be home until morning. Chad asked if I wanted to sleep over. What could I say? During that night, we slept, awoke, slept, awoke, slept awoke. We each had our turns at fucking each other. It was a good thing that it was Saturday morning when I left. I didn't have to worry about going to work that day. I intended to go home and get some much-needed rest!