On My Own Soon by Sean M.
I got word a couple of weeks ago that I was up for a promotion at work. I will become the assistant manager of the grocery store I work at. The Manager called me into work early Saturday morning. He said he had a proposition for me and to come directly to his office. Once I got to the store, I headed for his office. He looked up from counting the previous night's deposit and told me to close the door and have a seat. I shut the door quietly and sat down in front of him.
"Sean, you're a good worker, a fast learner and I have confidence in you". Mr. Frasier said. "and as you may or may not know, Ray is leaving us and moving to the store in Mobile". (Ray is the current assistant manager). "I felt that since you are really the only one I have faith in, I'd give you first stab at the job".
My heart jumped to my throat and I saw the single bachelor life staring me right in the face. I didn't want to have to move to Alabama with my Mom in the first place. I quickly asked what kind of pay increase I would be getting and once I got an answer, I accepted.
I was to immediately begin training under Ray and had one month to learn the ropes. This was Saturday morning, April 16th, just three days before my birthday. What a great birthday present. I had heard through the grapevine that I was up for a promotion but I was thinking more in lines of head stockguy. This really freaked me out. After our meeting, we shook hands.
I raced home to tell my Mom the good news. I think she really wanted me to go with her to Alabama but knew deep inside, I wanted to stay here in Pensacola. She was happy for me and we went out to dinner to celebrate. I quickly called Dale and told him the good news. I was a little worried that Dale may be jealous that I got the job and not him. Of course, he hated his job at the store and wanted to find another one. Plus, I didn't think it was such a good idea to be fucking one of your employees. Especially one of the same sex. Dale had a job lined up at a record store and would probably be putting in his two week notice anyway. He and I have been trying to keep things cool lately since I was pretty much packed and ready to head for Alabama. We had really been getting serious over the last month or so and didn't want to have to say the dreaded goodbyes. He was a good friend and I wasn't ready to lose another one.
The next Monday, I began looking for apartments. I found one that was within my budget and can move in around the first of May. The lease will be up on our apartment we live in now at the end of May, so everything is working out.
Today is April 26th. Everybody I know has called asking if I need a roommate. The thought of having a roommate hadn't even crossed my mind but the idea sounded great. Really would put me under budget. I talked to Dale about moving in. He said he didn't make enough money. He then suggested Drake. Drake was the friend of Dale's that we'd picked up back in March on the side of the road. He is very cute and much older. He makes decent money at a garage fixing motorcycles. Drake had been talking about trying to find someone to move in with and wanted to get out from under his parent's roof. He is twenty two and looks alot like Keanu Reeves. He has dark brown hair and eyes, tanned and toned skin and a pretty good personality. I called him up and asked if he was still planning on moving out. He said he'd talked it over with his Dad and his Dad said he could in July. So I'd be on my own for a month. Things are going great. Dale and I drove over to the apartment complex I'm moving into. It's near my old high school and about a block from the Sportsplex, which is great. I will be in walking distance to workout and will hopefully be able to do it more often. The apartment has a swimming pool and a sauna. I plan on having the time of my life with Fuck parties all my own. Ever since I've been writing about the year I was 15 and the times at Pornman's house, I had been wanting to move out on my own and having my own wild orgies.
While Dale and I walked through the apartment, we made sketchy plans on who we wanted to invite, what we wanted to do and ideas of things we wanted to do at the first party.
We were both getting woodies talking about what all we wanted to do. He asked if he could spend the night some nights and I told him I didn't mind. He said he wanted to take a shower together cause he'd never gotten to do that with another guy. I was busy checking the cabinets and drawers while he kept coming up with new ideas. At one point he got quiet and when I turned to see why he'd stopped talking, he had his shirt bunched up below his chin and was wiping cum off his stomach. He had really gotten off on the idea of having a place to party...without parents around. My dick was hard too but the thought of jacking off right then and there hadn't crossed my mind.
When I got back home, I began going through some of my things. I found old letters from Shane , pictures of "the gang"(Shane, Philip, Mike, Hugh)at the beach, and alot of other memories, both good and bad. Looks like a whole new episode was about to start...or so I am hoping.
April 28, 1994
While going through my files on this ragged out computer, I found a text file that I wasn't aware existed. It was one Shane had started and never finished. It was dated 07-13-93. It was only about 1KB long and unfortunately incomplete. I knew he'd worked on one but I didn't think he'd saved it. We'd read my mail and someone had suggested that he should write about some of the times together. I can remember him spending the night once and when I woke up the next morning, he was typing away on the keyboard. I had no idea it was still on here. It really brought back old memories. I still hope he's alright.
Everything is packed and ready to go to my new place. The deposit almost killed me. I can begin moving my stuff in on Friday and can actually begin living there on Tuesday, May 3rd. The phone will be hooked up tomorrow as well. I have a new number and funny as it is, the last four digits spell out my favorite part of the male anatomy. I guess it's only fitting.:)
Friday, April 29, 1994
Began moving my things over today. Drake and I loaded his car up with all my shit and carried it to the new place. It took about four trips. I still have to take my computer down and get it over there. I'm saving it till last. I sat in my new place for about an hour just looking around and thinking. "This is going to be great". I finally have a place of my own and can now come and go as I please...yeah, like I didn't before. Drake began moving a little bit of his stuff over late this afternoon. He'd talked it over with his dad and had gotten permission to move out earlier. He has a great stereo and a bigger T.V. I guess I'll put mine in my room. That way I can jack off whenever I want to be alone. I can't wait to see if Drake and I get to do something alone sometime ...without Dale.
Wednesday, May 4th, 1994
I'm fully moved into my new apartment. Mom leaves in a couple of weeks to live in Alabama and I know she'll cry when she has to leave me behind. I dread it very much. Tonight, I got to see how Drake lives. He took a shower tonight after he got home from work. He'd dried off after taking his shower and walked to his room naked. I thought about reaching out and grabbing him but I didn't want to start things off this way. Right when he entered the hall, he kicked one leg up and pulled the right cheek of his ass apart to expose his asshole. I got up and followed him into his bedroom. He was standing in his closet trying to find some clothes to wear. He had a pair of sweats thrown over his shoulder and was displaying his ass to the world as he bent over to find a teeshirt to wear. I sneaked in behind him and reached between his legs to grab his balls. As my hand touched his drooping sack, I let out a scream and scared him to death. He almost fell into his closet. I started laughing and he threw me down on his bed and began tickling me. I was wearing a pair of jeans and an oversized muscle shirt. My shirt was almost coming off since he'd raised it up to my armpits and was jabbing his fingers into my sides. It was really tickling and I was trying to position my feet at his chest to push him away but I couldn't. His tickling fingers had begun to massage and caress me. I was getting a boner from his touch. My laughs had turned into heavy breathing and our eyes never once parted. It was as if we were looking into each other's souls to see if the other disagreed with what our hands and bodies were doing. In minutes, our mouths had discovered one another and his hands were trying to get my buttons undone. He soon succeeded and was massaging my dick through my underwear. His fingers were kneading the length of my stiff prick. He was paying special attention to the base of my dick and was gently squeezing it, putting pressure on my balls. I guess he remembered that I liked it when someone would hold the base and stroke my nads from a couple of months ago on the beach.
Once my hand found his meat, he quickly slid his fingers into the waist band of my underwear to meet my hot fleshy rod. His muscular fingers wrapped themselves around my stick and were flexing the meaty flesh for all it was worth. I was girrating my hips into his thrusts. Our tongues were working overtime trying to find an unsearched section of mouth. He pulled away and headed his probing tongue up to my ear. This drives me insane. By the time his tongue had made it's third round, I was frantically removing my clothes. Soon we were completely naked and our poles were sliding back and forth on one another's.
Within time, we were in a sixty nine and were taking each other's dicks deep in our mouths. My throat was hurting from his long dick jabbing it's way into my lungs. I formed a suction on his dick and refused to let go. His cock would ram my mouth then pull back letting the suction create a sensation in his groin that would move him closer to orgasm. This went on for quite some time. Soon the movement from his hips became more and more violent and he was moving his body to where it was positioned above me. He was burying his weight into my face and wasn't letting up at all. As time went by, his thrusts were slowing more and more. He'd keep his dick in my throat for longer spans of time. I felt his dick beginning to throb in my neck and I was soon having my chest filled with his warm jism. I shot off soon afterwards and we cleaned up and didn't talk about it the rest of the night. That night before we went to our bedrooms he caught me smiling. He asked, "What are you laughing at?"
I replied, "I'm not laughing... I'm smiling".
"At what?" He asked.
"At what happened tonight...It was fun".
"I can't wait to do it with you again...Shit, we can do this whenever we get horny and don't feel like jackin' off". Drake said as he casually repositioned his bulge.
"Okay, G'night". I said, as I walked to my room wondering if I could cum again at such a short span of time". "Hell", I thought to myself, "I wouldn't mind taking his load once more today".
I walked on into my room and got ready for bed. The next thing I knew, it was Thursday morning.
Thursday, May 5th.
Totally uneventful day. I ran errands that would help me get better settled in the apartment. That evening, Drake worked late. Dale came over and we talked. He told me to be careful with Drake. He also went on to tell me that Drake had a thing for real young guys and would jump the bones of a kid in a second. Dale also told me that Drake had a semi-crush on me and that I didn't have anything to worry about since he wouldn't do anything with me unless I wanted it. "Ooops, what have I started?" I thought to myself.
I hadn't told Dale about what Drake and I did...and at this point, I didn't think I should. Dale got up from the sofa and began to leave. It was late and he had to get up early to do something for his Mom. God, I'm glad I don't have to do things like that anymore...except for myself.
Later...to follow.