The following story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real people is entirely coincidental. If male-to-male sexual scenes offend you, then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years old, the laws in most areas state that you're just too young to read filth like this.
Robert 'StrayF' Hanlen strayf.hanlen@gmail.com
SHOP EARLY
I was feeling kinda twitchy ... you know that feeling you get when just need to bust a load. I gotta cum at least once a day and I'd missed my morning session because I was running late. By 4:30 in the afternoon my balls were yelling at me for some release ... I had one more chore to do in town - buy a couple of new shirts for work - and then I was heading straight for home!
The men's wear department at Mannings and Blythe wasn't terribly crowded and I found the shirts I wanted with relative ease. The store was due to close in half an hour and I knew I didn't have time to piss around - but the kid cruising for jeans was too hot to ignore. He had unruly blond hair, puppy-dog eyes, full lips and a slender body that was poured into a budget t-shirt and jeans combination that Armani couldn't have improved on ... this kid could wear a dish cloth and five yards of string and make it look haute couture ...
I feigned interest in some hideous sweaters while feasting my eyes on this sweet piece of eye-candy, playing the I'm-not-really-looking-at-you game. At one point as I flicked my eyes in his direction, I caught him looking back at me. He smiled demurely, blushed and went back to his perusal of the jeans.
"Holy shit," I thought, "I didn't think kids blushed any more ..."
I dropped all pretense of the game and stared openly at him. Fuck it! He was a gorgeous young man - why not stare?! He swiveled his eyes back in my direction and caught me staring. He grinned, bit his lip and turned away. I felt the cum churn in my balls.
"Damn!" I said quietly, looking at my watch. "Twenty to five ..."
The kid looked at me questioningly.
"Nearly closing time," I explained, laughing gently. "You better try those jeans on if you wanna buy them ..."
The kid's eyes twinkled.
"You know where the changing rooms are?" he asked.
"Sure," I said. "Follow me."
Taking the shirts with me I headed to the back of the store where the curtained changing booths were. I was aware that the kid was following close behind me. I quickly checked to make sure that none of the staff had noticed, drew back a curtain and ushered the kid inside.
He instantly groped my crotch, grabbing hold of my throbbing cock with one hand and pulling down my zipper with other. I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him toward me, shoving my tongue down his throat. He melted against me and moaned, allowing my tongue to explore his mouth while he fished my cock out from the confines of my trousers. I pulled him off my tongue and stared into his eyes.
"You're not shopping for jeans, you little slut," I hissed. "Tell me what you really want."
"I need cock, sir," he grinned lustfully. "I need your cock ... Please sir," he said sinking to his knees in front of me. "Please sir ...."
He grasped the shaft of my cock in both hands and went to work on the head with his mouth, sucking, swirling the tongue around and around, licking just under the glans and burrowing into my piss-slit. He then took a deep breath and slowly, steadily proceeded to take the whole thing down his oh-so talented throat until I was buried balls deep.
A lot of guys claim they can suck cock. Some of them are even quite good. But this kid had a talent so rare that it was hard to believe! By the time he got to pile-driving my dick down his throat over and over again, I was seeing fuckin' stars! It was like a pleasure overload! Even when fully buried down his throat that tongue of his seemed to be everywhere - and suction! Fuck!
Finally I grabbed him by the ears and hauled him off my dick. He was panting, tongue hanging out and drooling all over the floor as he looked up into my eyes with a mix of bewilderment and loss.
I hauled him to his feet.
"Kid," I said, unbuttoning his jeans, "this store closes in a few minutes and I don't have time for foreplay. You should start shopping earlier..."
I ripped down his jeans, spun him around and bent him forward. He looked back at me over his shoulder with a look of ... what? Anticipation? Fear?
"Sir," he whispered, "I'm not ... I've never ... never been ..."
Those eyes! Those fucking eyes! There was so much going on in this kid's head! How was I meant to read those eyes?
"This is it, kid," I murmured, aligning my dick with his hole "Your first fuck. I'm taking your cherry, kid. I'm taking you...!"
So tight! So hot! I plunged into the kid with one solid thrust, relishing in the feeling of his chute twitching and spasming around my aching dick, in violent objection to this sudden intrusion. I heard the kid gasp and watched in the mirror as his eyes flew wide open, his mouth gaping in a silent scream.
I held myself deep inside him for a good ten seconds and then began a slow withdrawal until just the head remained inside him. He grimaced in pain. I plunged back inside him and started to speed things up, one hand holding his neck to ensure that he stayed doubled over, the other arm wrapped round his waist to make sure he stayed in place. I started to fuck him, pound him, slamming into his guts and grinned as I felt him starting to meet my thrusts.
The look of pain disappeared from his face to be replaced by one of sheer amazement. I never got to see the transformation to pure ecstasy as I felt my load build up well before it reached that stage.
"Here it comes, kid," I grunted, skewering my dick deep inside his churning guts. "Take my load, fucker! Take it deep up your fuckin' slut hole!!"
I blasted load after load into the kid, reveling in the sweet release.
I ripped my cock out of his sweet, cum-sticky hole, zipped up and calmly walked out of the changing booth, leaving the shirts behind me. I nodded politely to the bored-looking salesclerk behind the counter and walked out of the store.
A minute later the kid joined me outside.
"That was fun!" he grinned.
"Yes," I smirked in reply. "it certainly was ..."
"Are we still set for dinner with the Carston's tonight?" he asked as we walked towards the parking building.
"No," I said. "Should have told you. They've had to cancel. I thought we'd pick up some takeaways and have a quiet night at home instead."
"Yeah!" he said in delight. "Come on, race you to the car!"
Copyright 2009 - Robert 'StrayF' Hanlen Strayf.hanlen@gmail.com All rights reserved Permission is NOT granted to publish this story in any medium without the author's prior consent.