The Bagger who got Bagged
It was a late Friday afternoon and Chris was getting tired of bagging the groceries for old women who griped about him not being fast enough for their busy schedules...he knew damn well that most of them were just going to go home and watch some soap opera but he didn't lag in his duties. In the midst of his bagging he heard a guy's voice from the check-out lane mumbling something about how he wanted nothing more than to go out and get laid tonight. Normally Chris didn't bother listening to someone in line talk about their personal affairs but this time was different because when the guy mentioned getting laid he said he wanted to get laid by a man. Now Chris, while not naive about homosexuality, was startled by this guy's openness about what he wanted to do. After Chris got over the initial shock he assumed that by the gasps of the old ladies around the guy he did it for nothing more than shock value and brushed it off as he bagged the guy's groceries. However this man was not to be ignored as he looked directly at Chris and rephrased his statement by adding that Chris looked manly enough to do the job. As Chris bagged the last of the guy's groceries and pondered the statement he was interrupted by the man asking if Chris would take his groceries out to his car. Considering how many bags the guy had it wasn't an unreasonable request but something in the guy's voice put a spin on going out to the guy's car and what he really meant by saying it in that tone of voice. As Chris grabbed a couple of bags and headed out the door he noticed that the guy fell in behind him as opposed to in front of him so they could find his car. When they reached the parking-lot the guy took the lead and Chris thought nothing more of the incident until they reached the guy's truck When they got there, and began hefting the bags into the bed did Chris notice the guy checking him out as much as possible with Chris's clothes still on. Now Chris was no slouch when it came to his body he worked out at the local gym and ran a couple of miles ever day after work, he didn't, however think he was worth the look over this guy was giving him. Bear in mind however that Chris was a modest twenty-year old and when he was told he was good looking he brushed it off as a common thing. Chris, however, deserved every comment he got. He was 6 foot tall ,around 175, and most of it was muscle. He had dark brown hair and hazel eyes set in the face of Adonis. He had a body that many a man his age would be more than happy to possess but to Chris it was just a body whereas to everybody else it was as if he had been sculpted by an artist to represent the perfect body. When Chris put the last bag in the back of the truck the guy finally spoke up saying "So Chris," reading Chris's name off his nametag, "what are you doing Saturday night....?" Chris, dumbfounded by this guy's forwardness, said before his brain could stop him, "nothing really..." . "Well," said the guy "my name's Mike and I'm throwing a little get- together of some friends, and I was wondering if you would like to join us?" And before Chris could accept or decline Mike pressed his address and phone number into Chris's hand and whispered "And yes I really meant what I said earlier." Then Mike got into his truck shut the door and left Chris to stand there as he drove away.
Bagger Part 2
When Chris went home about 7:00 he was still puzzled as to why he had become the center of attention to Mike. Granted he knew he was somewhat good looking but good enough to be invited to a party rather spontaneously...and to be wanted sexually by another man on top of it... things like this just didn't happen or at least not to him. But at this point that was pretty irrelevant to him as he was dead tired and wanted to take a nap so he could go out and party with a few friends later on that night as tomorrow was his day off. As Chris drifted off into a light sleep he kept seeing Mike as he replayed the scene earlier from the day over and over in his mind. When Chris awoke it was around 8:30 which gave him just enough time to shower and shave before he went out. As Chris undressed he was still replaying today over and over again and when he tried to pull off his boxers they encountered a snag, namely his dick which was rather large to begin with. About 6 inches limp which grew to about 10 inches hard and was a rather proud sight to behold as he stood there in the bathroom struggling to get his boxers off and over that mighty member. Finally, when he was naked, he got into the shower and did the basic routine of washing when one is in a hurry to be done, namely his hair, face, and armpits to get rid of the day's sweat. He made however one alteration to his routine due to his hard-on that just would not go away no matter how much he willed it to. Apparently it had different thoughts as to what he should be washing and was begging for some serious attention. Chris gave in and grabbed some liquid soap he kept for just such occasions lubed his hands with the soap and his now throbbing dick as well. As he proceeded to masturbate that monster of a dick, with long strokes paying special attention to the head, he began to fantasize about a girl at the store but the longer he jerked the more the girl took on the characteristics of Mike. Chris imagined Mike's well shaped body and head full of black hair kissing his body and giving him a blow-job to remember. Immediately Chris stopped, shook his head and repeatedly told himself he was not gay, not even bi, but his raging hard-on told him something different and pretty much exactly opposite to what was going around in his head. Finally Chris got out of the shower with a now lagging dick and proceeded to put on some clean boxers and the rest of his outfit for the night ahead. At about 9:15 Chris's buddies called and asked if he was ready to go party all night. His reply was an overanxious yes but his friends took no note of it and attributed it to his enthusiasm that tomorrow was the start of his weekend when in all actuality it was him wanting a distraction from his thoughts in the shower and what they could mean to him sexually.
The Night Club Part 3
As it turned out the night clubs were an excellent distraction for Chris the lights, the music, the drinks, and the frantic dancing squelched almost all thought from Chris's head except for the nagging thought of getting laid by a woman so he could prove to himself he was a horny, heterosexual, full blooded, American male ready to prove his prowess to any woman who would even look his way more than once. But, as the evening had it the women he eyed were attached, ugly, or too old for his tastes. Thusly, Chris left the clubs and the bars empty handed and empty walleted minus a couple of credit cards and about five bucks in ones. As Chris was stumbling back to his car he caught a glimpse of a familiar face out of the corner of his eye headed towards one of the bigger clubs. The face belonged to Mike. Chris stopped dead in his tracks and could barely comprehend what he was witnessing . There went Mike, towards a club, with a well built guy on his right arm. Chris being drunk and having lost most of his inhibitions stumbled towards Mike calling out his name in a half-drunk slur and instead of it coming out like Mike it was more along the lines of Mick. Mike, already enveloped in the noise of the techno gushing forth from the club didn't hear nor see Chris as he came towards him. Chris, sober enough, realized his attempt to reach Mike like this was futile so he turned around, and went to go hail a cab for a ride home. Once at home Chris undressed, pulled back the covers, and passed out. When he awoke the next morning Chris found his hard-on had not only returned but had taken care of itself in the night to leave Chris a sticky mess in his boxers and on the sheets. After taking several aspirin and several cups of coffee to relieve his hangover and the feeling that his head was packed with wool he remembered bits of the dream that had left him messy in the morning. Most of the scenes involved Mike, a camping trip, and a box of condoms with none left unused. Granted Chris was shaken by this dream of unrelenting lust between him and Mike but what disturbed him most though was the thought that he wouldn't mind if this scene actually took place. After about two hours Chris finally was over his hangover enough to try to rationalize his dream and the unsettling thoughts that came after it. What he made out of it was that he had a hangover and must not have been thinking too clearly about anything at all especially what he wanted to do with Mike should they ever go camping.
As Mike made preparations for that evening's party he keep turning his mind to the night before with a guy he had picked up in another bar. His name was John and he was a construction worker temporarily out of a job and rather down on his luck in finding a partner for the night. That was until Mike came along and proceeded to help John with at least part of his problem. As Mike walked through his house he made mental notes of what he needed to buy that day at the store and what needed to be cleaned and various other details that one attends to when planning a posh party. However, as soon as his thoughts reached groceries he stopped to think of Chris that young stud he so desperately wanted to show up tonight so he could have an entertaining evening with maybe a dessert to remember. As Mike tallied up what needed doing Chris was in his apartment taking care of what needed doing which was jerking-off. Chris at this point in time was fantasizing again about that girl in the store giving him a blow in the back room, as he was entertaining this fantasy once again Mike popped into his head and onto it as well in his fantasy. This time though Chris didn't stop to shake the image out of his head. He figured that if he used this fantasy just once maybe it would stop plaguing him in his dreams. Chris envisioned Mikes muscular body pressing close to his, so close that Chris could feel Mike breathing and his heart racing in anticipation of what he was about to do to Chris. Slowly Mike licked and nibbled his way down Chris's body stopping at his nipples long enough to tease them into hard points and once again proceeded down Chris's body slowly biting on his zipper to pull open his fly with his teeth. Once Chris's fly was open revealing his boxers and his massive bulge Mike slowly pulled down the jeans Chris had on and even more slowly Chris's boxers until both items lay around Chris's ankles leaving him nude in front of Mike. As this scene played out in Chris's mind his breathing became faster and so did his speed on his now leaking cock. As Mike descended on Chris's cock he took the head of it in his mouth and liked the underside slowly then quickly then slowly again repeating the pattern until Chris's cock was leaking. At which point Chris envisioned Mike taking most of his shaft into his mouth hungrily eating as much as he could while he pulled and played with Chris's balls. Chris imagining all this was now panting and felt his balls cry for relief. Chris not being one to deny his cock much obliged it by concentrating on the head and giving it a slight twist on each up stroke to tease the ring left by his circumcision. Chris finally giving in let out a shout of pleasure as his cum rocketed from his cock landing most of it on the sheet and his chest and sent waves of orgasmic pleasure through his body. When Chris was done with his ground-shaking orgasm he realized it had been a while since he had an orgasm that good and that powerful. With that in his mind he started to mull over the possibility of an actual act of sex with Mike. Which decided him on the fact that he was going to attend Mike's party after all.
The Party Part 4
When Chris arrived at Mike's house he was expecting to find Mike fully ensconced in a room full of gay men and women. What he found though was a mixture of gay and hetro couples each mingling with each other without reservation. As Chris observed the party he took note of the inside of the cape cod style house. Tastefully decorated with paintings and sculptures it looked as if Mike were rather decently off in the financial area which made Chris wonder even more as to why he was invited to this party. Was it to be a showcase of Chris and that everybody should pity the poor little bagger? While Chris was deep in his gloomy concentration Mike came up behind him and tapped Chris on the shoulder. Chris, startled, jumped around just in time for Mike to put a glass of Merlot in his hand. Chris accepted the wine and looked at Mike and asked him why he was here with these obviously important people. Mike, taken a bit aback told Chris that he was an invited guest thanks to his warm and friendly manner and Mike adding in his head your good looks as well. Chris however, accepted the statement and said a rather graceful apology for being cynical. Mike told Chris to mingle and to help himself to the food and drink. Chris, thankful for license to do what he wanted to do, which was eat, made his way to the appetizers to eat something besides cereal and burgers for once. On the way there he received several admiring looks from women as well as men and he soon became the topic of many a conversation unbeknownst to him. When Mike finally made his rounds of the room and got to Chris he was talking with several men and women about how he had come to meet Mike. Just as Mike arrived at the conversation Chris was telling the group about what Mike had said in the store to shock the old ladies. Many a person in the group laughed and agreed that it was classic Mike. Mike himself was even overtaken by laughter at what he had said and the reaction it had elicited from the other people in line. Most impressive however was the fact that Chris looked directly at Mike and gave a small quick wink which set Mike's mind racing through the possibilities hidden in that wink. As the night wore on so did the party, and eventually the revelers left, minus Chris. Mike with a light in his eyes offered Chris a glass of juice which Chris accepted gratefully. Mike started the conversation by asking Chris what he thought of the party, the atmosphere, the guests, the food, drink etc. Chris replied to the questions with affirmations of good food, nice people, great drinks, and on down the line till Mike seemed satiated with his approvals. At which point Mike asked Chris "So have you thought anymore about my proposition yesterday?" Chris startled by Mikes willingness to broach the subject replied "yes, and I want to......", "to what Chris?" , "I want to try it." Mike was somewhat surprised by the reply but was also happy with what might occur tonight. Mike realizing he didn't want to loose any time nor any ground stood up and grabbed Chris's hand and lead him to his bedroom. "Finally," thought Mike "I'm going to see this wonder naked." Chris, relaxed by the amount of alcohol in his bloodstream, slowly began to take off his clothing. Mike wanting to take his time on this offered to do it for him. Chris, not being one to deny Mike at this point agreed. Slowly Mike took off Chris's shirt to expose a well formed chest with a light dusting of brown hair in the cleft of his chest and surrounding each nipple. Slowly Mike kissed and caressed Chris's well formed body pausing to feel the muscle that lay under his tanned skin. When he reached Chris's left nipple he nibbled and sucked on it till it was sticking straight out from Chris's pecs. Slowly he made his way over to Chris's right nipple and as he nibbled Chris began to moan so low it was almost a growl coming from deep in his chest. As Mike went lower kissing Chris on his way down Chris was groaning something about a fantasy and having his pants eaten. Mike however, wanted to make this last for as long as possible so he played with Chris's nipples a bit more making sure that they stayed nice and firm before he undid Chris's pants. Once Mike reached the button on Chris's slacks he unbuttoned them slowly and lowered the zipper even slower so Mike could prolong his ecstasy of being this close to someone who looked like a god. Chris, thinking back to his fantasy earlier was becoming even harder now that his fantasy was being fulfilled with Mike here on his knees in front of him, willing to do probably anything Chris asked. Mike dropped Chris's pants and beheld the behemoth before him a ten inch dick ready and willing and waiting for Mike's claiming. Chris looking down saw Mike hesitate and asked if everything was alright and Mike replied that everything was more than alright. That question broke the spell that Mike had been in and he pulled down Chris's boxers in one yank and devoured Chris's dick. Chris leaned his head back and could feel everything Mike was doing to him. First Mike only took the head and swirled his tongue around it licking especially the underside. But having just the head was not going to satisfy Mike he wanted the whole thing and went further down the enormous shaft until he hit the back of his throat and still had a good inch to go. Chris however didn't care how much was left out, Mike's skilled tongue and mouth were doing things to his dick that he only fantasized about in his wildest jerk-off dreams. Chris was in total ecstasy as his head was massaged by Mike's throat the rest of the underside of his shaft was expertly taken care of by Mike's deft tongue. Chris was going wild with the sensations that Mike was manufacturing with his mouth and he let Mike know this when he announced that he was going g to blow and blow big. Mike not wanting to miss a drop kept up his tongue lashings on Chris's dick. Finally Chris yelled out in utter pleasure and shot loads and loads of cum down Mike's awaiting throat. Chris just kept cumming so much so that Mike did end up spilling some out of the corners of his mouth. Finally Chris's orgasm subsided and with that he pulled out of Mike's mouth and almost fell over from the sheer intensity of what had just happened. Mike however, was not done with Chris just yet he liked Chris's taste but what he really wanted was how he would feel. So Mike walked over to Chris and dropped his pants and firmly planted himself on Chris's softening rod and began slow rhythmic up and down motions on Chris's cock. This seemed to bring Chris back to attention somewhat but Mike wanted Chris fully aware and aroused, if he was going to do all the work, he wanted to make sure Chris appreciated it. So to assist Chris in his revival Mike moved faster. Chris with this new pleasure immediately awakened to Mike impaling himself on his re-stiffening rod. Well Chris was liking what he felt but wanted a different position so he asked Mike if they could do it doggie style. Mike not caring how they did it just as long as they did it agreed. So Chris carried Mike, who was still impaled on Chris's hard-on, over to the bed and Mike got on his hands and knees while Chris started in on a slow easy rhythm. Mike having had large dicks before and wanting this one as bad as he did to fill him proceeded to take over the rhythm setting. Mike set a frantic pace ramming himself onto Chris's hard-on faster and harder than Chris thought possible. Chris was moaning and grunting in time to the frantic pace set by Mike which in turn turned Mike on even more than he already was. Which made Mike go even faster which in turn made Chris groan and grunt louder and faster which turned Mike on even more. Finally in a shudder and a shout Mike came and as his ass tightened on Chris's pole Chris let go with a incredible orgasm which almost made him collapse from the sheer intensity. After their orgasms subsided they lay next to each other content to sleep.