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Supermarket Shopping
By Simon Peter
"Hi."
I glanced up as I was placing my shopping items on the checkout counter at the nearby supermarket. My heart skipped a beat. I hadn't noticed the boy at the cash register when I came in. Yes, the boy. He couldn't be older than 16 or 17, but it wasn't the youth that made my heart skip; it was the eyes. Deep green, wide set, with long lashes and an intense look.
"Hi," I croaked as soon as my initial shock passed, pausing in moving my stuff from the shopping cart to the counter. I tried to smile, but my mind was already undressing the boy.
Well, ok, so I am 30 years old, and I usually don't go for teenagers. My partners have all been over 20. Actually, the youngest I had been with-sexually-was 22 years old when I was 24. So, I wasn't hooked on the "younguns". But this kid... wow! He had me totally mesmerized.
With reluctance, I averted my eyes when I saw the kid getting a bit nervous under my stare.
Resuming placing my purchases on the counter, I saw the kid naked in my bed. My hands were shaking as I dropped the cheeses, the cold cuts, and the other stuff for the boy to scan. In the corner of my eyes, I noticed that the kid's attention was on his job, but he did give me furtive glances every now and then.
But that meant nothing. So the kid was being nice to a customer. That was part of his job, wasn't it? As I placed the two bottles of imported red wine on the counter, I chided myself on having such a vivid imagination. But the boy's naked body, rather the boy's imagined naked body, remained insistently in my mind. He stood in front of me, tall, skinny, smooth, hung, and ready for action. I shook my head trying to clear the image as I heard him scan the wine.
"Nice taste in wine, sir," he said.
I could do nothing about my heart which was pounding crazily inside my chest. Neither could I do anything about my shaking hands. I was trembling like a fucking teenage girl meeting her boy-band idol. I tried my best to control myself, but the boy's nakedness in my imagination obliterated everything else in my mind and started to give me a boner. The counter barely reached my upper thighs. I am 6' 2" and my bulge was already showing. The boy's furtive glances moved from my face to my crotch back to my face. Very furtive. Almost non-existent.
Or was it my imagination again, playing tricks on me, making the boy interested in my maleness?
"Yes, I like good wine," I managed to respond, wondering how such a young kid would know about wines.
"Party?" he asked, oh-so-innocently. Why would a normal exchange of a few words do this to me? So I was horny, true. I wasn't in any relationship, living alone in my apartment, no prospects in sight, and I hadn't been laid in more than a couple of months. Yes, I was horny. But a kid?
"Oh, no, just stocking up. I like a glass of wine with my meals."
The boy nodded, the smile, the eyes, oh God, my throbbing erection. The kid must have detected the surprised look on my face at his interest/knowledge in wines.
"I tend bar a couple of nights a week," he confessed after glancing around. Luckily, there weren't many customers and the adjacent lane was empty.
I cleared my throat. Tended bar? He couldn't! Who would hire a kid to tend bar?
Again, the look of surprise must have been plastered all over my face, for he added with his killer smile: "I'm 22."
"Oh," was all I was able to utter.
I was in instant, irrevocable love. I wanted to fuck. I wanted to get fucked. The kid was hotter than hot. And, hallelujah, he wasn't a kid! NOT a kid. My dick quivered and my hole twitched.
The naked smooth boy chest in my imagination immediately grew a dark patch of hair and a trail, and took an erotic V-shape, and the boy's dick increased two inches in length. I was on the verge of fainting. I had to get this over with, get home, and masturbate my brains out.
"That'll be 132 dollars, sir," I was awakened from my reveries with the killer smile and the green eyes. With trembling hands, I fished out my debit card and handed it over. He ran the card, I punched in the code, the transaction was approved, and the naked kid-no, the hot young naked man-stood in all his glory in front of my mind's eye.
The guy bagged my stuff as I tried to help, ineffectively, since I had no control over my shakes, or my erection for that matter.
"Let me help you out with this," the guy slammed shut his cash register and stood up. I almost dropped on the floor in a faint. He had a bulge. Was that an erection? Oh, dear Jesus and all the saints in heaven! The smile and the green eyes, and now the bulge stretching the faded jeans cut-offs to hid mid-thighs. This was torture. Didn't they have some kind of a dress code in this place? Were hot young hunks allowed to wear something as erotic as this? Under the bulge, the rest of his thighs were hairy and muscled, down to the knees.
On wobbly legs I watched the bubble butt push the filled cart in front of me and out to the parking area.
With an effort, I was able to control my hand from reaching over and caressing the hot bubble butt as the boy-I kept thinking of him as a boy-placed the bags of groceries in the trunk of my Subaru. I fished out a couple of singles from my wallet, changed my mind, took out a five- dollar bill, changed my mind again, and ended up with ten dollars.
"Damn," I exclaimed as I handed the young guy the tip, which made him freeze in surprise. "I just forgot to get milk and peanut butter."
"Oh," he said moving his beautiful green eyes from the ten-dollar bill to my face. "I can get them for you."
"Shit, no time. I have to get home. Damn it!"
"Not to worry sir," the smile returned to the hottest face ever. "I can bring them over if you don't live too far."
"Oh, I live a couple of blocks away. But I can't ask you to do that for me," I answered, lamely. I did need the milk and the peanut butter for tomorrow's breakfast. But I needed him more, oh, so much more.
"Just give me the address and what you need, and I will be happy to drop them off when I finish my shift in around half an hour."
"Wow, thanks. That would be great. I need a carton of low-fat milk and a jar of chunky peanut butter. I'm in apartment 3B, 3rd floor, in the building right next to the power company." All said in one breath, thinking, dear Lord Jesus let me be laid tonight. I wanted that hunk.
"I know the place. It has blue windows, right?"
I nodded. "My name is Ed and I'll buzz you in."
"And I'm Jimmy. See you later, Ed."
On the way home, I had to be very careful since my attention was not only taken by the naked body in my imagination, but by my prospects. Could it be? I had to have him. There was no way that this hunk of a guy was getting away without a hot fuck: ME! My mind was racing. What line would I use to get him into my bed? To watch him strip? To suck on his cock? My erection throbbed as I absently handle the Subaru.
The following half an hour seemed like an eternity. I put away the groceries. I contemplated changing my clothes into something revealing, inviting, but decided that that was a bit too vulgar, not really me, no matter how desperate I was for a fuck. I was already sweating with anticipation.
All of this, and I wasn't even sure about the guy. His help and friendliness could have been just that. Why did I assume that he was gay, and if he was, why would he be interested in me?
Wishful thinking, yes. The naked image danced in front of my mind's eye, the cock hardening, angling up, hairy balls dangling, and the smile, always the killer smile, inviting me, enticing, intoxicating, magnetizing. My cock throbbed and my eyes glazed.
I knew what to do. As a sign of gratitude for Jimmy I would open a bottle of wine and offer him a drink. He was 22. I wouldn't be breaking any law. What I wanted was simple and straightforward. I wanted to spend the night with this kid in my bed. Simple. Straightforward.
And the throbbing increased with the prospect of spooning the bubble butt throughout the night.
The buzzer! Shit, he was here. Come on Ed: control yourself. After all, it would be just another fuck. But not with Jimmy, no, the naked body in my mind was promising heaven, the moon and the stars, with fireworks.
"Come on up, Jimmy," I answered the buzz.
Jimmy came on up! The bulge that I had noticed when he stood up behind the checkout counter was not there now. So he had had an erection then, hadn't he?
"Thanks, Jimmy. Come in. How much do I owe you?"
"Tomorrow's breakfast is on me, Ed." Oh, the smile. I just melted.
"Wow. That's sweet of you, Jimmy. Can I at least offer you a glass of wine?"
He smiled and walked into the apartment. As if in a dream, I opened the bottle of wine and poured two glasses.
"Shouldn't you let it breathe?"
"Huh?"
"The red wine. When you open the bottle, you need to let it breathe for a little while before serving. Allows the fumes to evaporate."
"Ah, umm..." I stammered, placing the glasses on the center table. "Could the wine breathe in the glasses?"
He laughed. "Yes, Ed, it could." He reached for one glass and started twirling the wine round and round.
"A little help for the breathing process," he said smiling.
I had trouble breathing myself. Who gave a diddly shit about the wine? The naked boy image kept getting closer and closer to me and my erection returned.
"So tell me, Jimmy," I finally found my voice. "How come you have to hold two jobs that don't pay that well instead of trying to find one good one?"
"One good one, huh?" Jimmy smiled. "I'm paying my way through college, Ed. There is no way I can handle a full-time job, a one-good-one job, and follow up on my studies at the same time."
I felt a bit ashamed of myself for prodding into the guy's personal business. All what I wanted to do was to get into his pants, to suck his dick, to rub his ass. I had put my foot into my mouth.
Trying to make amends, I changed the subject.
"Well, how do you like my choice of wine?" I asked as I watched him sniff and take a sip.
"Ummm... fruity, with a bouquet. Very interesting. I have expected it to be more dry. This means that the best way to drink it is chilled, not at room temperature."
I felt I was listening to a 50-year-old connoisseur with a million-dollar bank account and a fat cigar, instead of this hot young god standing in front of me, dazzling me with his beauty.
But I was growing desperate. I was standing a few feet away from Jimmy, my body tingling, my balls itching, my cock throbbing, my ass twitching, my mind... what mind? I had lost my mind less than hour ago when I first laid my eyes on him. As if under control of their own, my eyes moved from the movie-star face down to his crotch. Oh, the bulge. It was calling to me, inside his jeans, there were jewels to compete with the Queen's.
"See something interesting, Ed?"
Oh, fuck me! That voice. It had just turned husky, low, inviting. My eyes slowly moved up to meet his as I nodded my head. I was thinking: interesting? What a fucking understatement! The smile had faded from Jimmy's face, replaced by a serious, but oh-so-sexy look, the green eyes boring into me. My own eyes were again slowly diverted down to his crotch. My heart raced as I watched him take a step towards me.
"Go ahead, Ed."
So inviting. Oh, so-fuckingly inviting. As if in a dream, I shamelessly reached out and placed my hand on his front. My legs were barely able to hold me in a standing position. I grabbed him.
Here I was: a mature 30-year-old man grabbing a young guy's dick through his jeans. The sensations coming through the palm of my hand were incredible. I traced the bone inside the jeans up and down. It was big! I couldn't remain on my feet.
With a sigh of weakness, all my strength left me, and I felt myself plopping down on the couch behind me, my hand glued to the guy's crotch, rubbing, caressing, loving. He moaned, arching his back. I shivered.
My face was right at his crotch as I placed the glass of wine on the table, almost knocking it over, and started to unbutton his jeans. I had to get in there. I was hypnotized. In my mind I was drooling, like a dog waiting for his bone. I wanted mine, my bone, badly, desperately. And Jimmy was definitely offering. He threw his pelvis forward in reaction to my fumbling with the buttons.
What emerged was heaven. Right in front of my eyes. Inches away from my lips. Heaven.
Furtively, I licked the piss slit, not really licked, but flicked. My hands were still holding the flaps of the open jeans. Jimmy was not wearing any underwear. No wonder his bulge was so inviting.
I fisted him with a trembling hand, felt the veins, felt the pulsating thickness, felt the heat, as my lips wrapped around the throbbing mushroom head. I vaguely sensed the pressure of both his hands on my head, guiding me, prodding me. I didn't need any prodding. My mouth moved in, inch by sweet inch, stretching my lips, sliding the gorgeous manhood into the warm wetness of my eager mouth, my spit already mixing with the tiny drops oozing out of his cock.
The smell from his crotch was intoxicating, maleness mixed with cleanliness, with soapiness, with the promise of hot juices ready to feed me. With closed eyes, drunk, I swallowed the beautiful, hard cock. More meat pushed against my throat. I fought back the gagging and swallowed deeper. Nothing would stop me from eating him whole. All the way to the base. My other hand, as if of a mind of its own, cupped the tight fuzzy balls as I pressed around the base of Jimmy's cock with my eager lips, the hairs of his thick pubes tingling my nostrils.
Jimmy was moaning loudly, pressing my face onto his pubes. I could hardly breathe. My nose was filled with snot, my mouth with spit and precum. Slowly, I pulled back, released my lips and breathed, then down on the shaft, then back, breathed, then down the shaft, slobbering, swallowing, ravishing the hot man tool.
He bucked into my mouth faster, fucking my face, holding my head with both hands. I was beyond caring. I just wanted his juice. And he was eager to give it. Thrusting in and out, Jimmy fucked my face. My jaws were aching, my mouth stretched to the maximum, my throat burned, when the first squirt hit the back of my mouth.
I floated in heavenly heaven as Jimmy emptied his young balls down my throat. He grunted and thrust with every spurt of his sperm. My mouth filled. I pursed my lips harder around his shaft to prevent any of the precious man juice from escaping. However, I felt drops seep down onto my chin, drip onto the floor.
Finally, I let go. The cock stared at me, one-eyed, wet, dripping, beautifully manly. Jimmy pulled me up with both hands and we kissed.
I held him tight. Our lips were glued to each other passionately. His tongue probed inside my mouth as I sucked on his beautiful lips. His crotch was grinding on mine. My erection was killing me. Jimmy moaned as he licked his own cum off my lips and my chin. His tongue covered my whole face, slurping. I couldn't believe what was happening.
When we broke away from each other, we were both out of breath. Jimmy was smiling. I melted. Looking down, I noticed that his cock was still hard, pointing upwards at an angle, head glistening with cum and spit, his jeans around his ankles.
"That's some tool you got, Jim," I croaked.
"Glad you like it, Ed. Would love to give you some more."
"Oh, yea?" It was my turn to smile as I reached for the beautiful 7-inch, cut cock and rubbed up and down the slick shaft slowly. "Would love to have some more... a lot more." I squeezed; he moaned and thrust forward.
We undressed. Jimmy lived up to my imagined naked image of him. Except for a thicker patch of hair in the middle of his chest, he looked just like I had imagined him to look. We were both of the same height. Naked, we moved close, our cocks touching, kissing. He fondled my balls as I stroked both cocks. Mine was bigger than his, longer. But at this stage, size didn't matter at all. His cock was all I was engrossed in, all I had hungered for.
Jimmy acted as if he were the older guy. He pushed me back on the couch and started to suck on my dick, kneeling between my thighs. His hands were all over me, electrifying me. His fingers found my crack and started probing into the hole. I was ready. Oh, man was I ready.
When he lifted one of my legs and climbed on top of me, I almost sucked him inside me. His cock, wet and slick, pushed into me like a knife into melting butter, and I welcomed him with an open ass rim.
However, he couldn't penetrate. I reached for the tube of lube in the drawer of my nightstand along with a condom and handed them to him. He tore the condom wrapping with his teeth and sheathed his hard cock. I watched breathlessly. He squeezed some lube onto his cock and stroked it slowly, making it slick and shiny. Another blob went into my crack. He rubbed the lube around my ass. We were ready.
He pressed at my hole, penetrated, and kept going the full length. He didn't wait for me to get used to his thickness. He immediately started fucking me, grabbing at my hair, digging his finger nails into my skin, squeezing my nipples. I stroked myself, intoxicated by the sensations from my ass and the glorious body on top of me, which was starting to sweat, was heaving, rippling, contracting, and all the while fucking me.
When he cummed, he grunted loudly. His cock grew thicker in girth with each spurt. I almost shot my own load when I stared at his face as he poured his man juice pouring into the tuber deep inside my ass. What was so exciting was how he looked as he ejaculated. The expression on his face, his eyes screwed shut, his mouth open, his abs flexing, sweating, his neck muscles taught. I raised myself on my elbows and bit on his nipples, and he dropped more sperm into condom, grunting louder, pressing his full length inside me.
To my amazement, I started to ejaculate as soon as I felt him withdraw. He noticed and rammed back. My next squirts hit me in the face as Jimmy resumed his fucking. Finally, I was spent and Jimmy slipped out and off me. He lay on the floor rug on his back, panting, covered with sweat. His cock was still semi-erect and pulsating inside the overflowing condom. My ass burned, sweetly.
I rolled over and nuzzled onto beautiful Jimmy, spooning him sideways. Although I had ejaculated forcefully, the cum covering my chest and neck and lower face a proof of that, I was still in lust for this hot boy. He reacted to my moaning and turned around, giving me access to his butt. I grinded on his bubble cheeks, immediately erecting. I licked his neck and he pressed back onto me, filling my crotch with his ass cheeks.
I reached for another condom and hastily rolled it on. Slowly, I rubbed my now hard cock in and out of his crack sliding easily with the help of the lubricant I had applied. He moaned. I found the fuck hole and penetrated. I heard him muffle a scream onto his arm as I invaded the rim muscle, but I kept going into the tunnel, the sweet, tight, warm tunnel. Then I fucked. I fucked like there was no tomorrow, pounding, thrusting, grinding, working my cock into every corner and bend of Jimmy's hot insides.
I cummed in gallons five or so minutes later. I felt as if I was never, ever going to stop pouring semen inside the condom. Spurt after spurt after spurt. I lost count. I almost fainted from the intensity of my ejaculation. I had to give it to Jim. He took me stolidly. My 7.5-inch thick cock must have plowed him to the maximum. He just grunted, moaned, and took me.
Slipping out, I kissed him.
We showered and fucked. We ate. And we fucked. There was no sleep that night for either of us. We'd doze for a short while only to wake to horny erections and more sucking and fucking.
I had Jimmy more than once that night. He also had me more than once. We stayed together for more than two months, never tiring from each other. Fucking and sucking whenever we had the chance. I kept on shopping at the supermarket after Jimmy left town to follow a master's program in another university. But there was no second Jimmy at the checkout counters. What a pity!