This story involves two characters that were first introduced in http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/athletics/first-rule-of-sex-club/
It is a back-story [so you don't have to read the other story to understand this one].
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Brian had come into the sex shop (or 'bookstore') one Sunday. Randy had guessed Brian was underage but in a place where guys have sex in the back video booths he didn't see it as his job to card people (even though technically as the guy behind the sales counter that was technically his job).
Maybe he hadn't stopped him because Brian was good looking. He was fairly tall, maybe 5'11", blond hair and in good shape, from what he could tell. His polo shirt and chino shorts suggested he had money and that also to Randy meant he would be a possible customer for drugs (which is where he made his money, the job in store with its minimum wage salary was his cover in case the police made him explain how he earned a living, and it was also a good place to meet guys for sex).
Brian looked through magazines, starting with straight ones (they always do) and then spending a lot of time on the bisexual ones. Eventually, as other guys came into the store and headed into the back Brian followed suit.
That first Sunday Brian didn't stay long but the next Sunday he stayed for several hours. At one point Randy, just out of curiosity (he usually left the guys back there to their own devices so he could say he didn't know what went on) went back and listened at some doors. As there were only a few guys in the back at that time, the sounds of slurping led him to believe that Brian was engaging in glory hole sucking or being sucked (between a number of the booths were circular holes so guys could shove their cocks through and be sucked by the guy in the booth next-door).
Randy usually did 8-4 shifts at the store since on nights he was busy selling drugs at a local gay club most nights (his customers were almost always buying in the club, though he had some trusted ones he delivered to at their homes).
Randy made arrangements with one of the other cashiers to switch shifts for the following Sunday (he would take an evening in exchange). If this teenage boy was experimenting with oral and if he came back again for a third Sunday, Randy wanted to get in on it.
The following Sunday Randy put on some tight shiny shorts and a tight t-shirt that had a pic of a cartoon boy dressed as a sailor and the words "I have a little seaman on my shirt". He thought about trying to dress like this preppy kid so he would feel they have something in common, but this boy was taking a walk on the wild side by going not to a bar or trying stuff with his friends and instead to a sex shop, so Randy gambled looking gay and a little slutty might be fit the down and dirty frame of mind he would be in.
Randy chatted with his co-worker and wondered whether he would show or if he had just given up and evening of income and that day's until he saw Brian enter and then the game was a foot. When Brian went into the back Randy followed.
Brian stopped and checked him out and then entered a booth where the booths on either side were empty. Randy took this to mean Brian was interested, though since the high school kid was new to this perhaps he didn't know the etiquette so Randy decided to take it slow.
The store rules required patrons to keep putting quarters in the machine as the booths in theory were for watching porn in the privacy of a single booth. So Randy dropped in quarters and started up a porno. As he was gay, his choice was obvious and he scrolled through the gay pornos and found some of twinks so as to send a message to the boy in the next booth he was interested.
As he listened to the booth next door, he heard Brian first start by watching straight pornos and then eventually shift to bisexual ones. Sure enough, after a while, he heard him put on a gay one.
Randy thought maybe that should be his cue to start something but again he didn't want to spook the boy. While he thought the boy had been engaged in some form of oral the week before it could just have easily been someone else (the booths were very close together and the walls were only thin plywood) or even the sounds of a porno.
Eventually Randy leaned down and peered through the hole. There he saw the teenager on his knees facing the other wall, sucking some cock that a guy who must have entered the booth on the other side, had less cautiously shoved through the hole to get blown.
Randy watched the boy give head. While he was jealous it was not him, the boy was hot and seeing him suck a stranger's cock was very erotic.
Eventually the boy stopped sucking (Randy assumed the guy had just cum in his mouth), got off his knees and sat back on the seat (Randy quickly moved away from the hole so it wasn't obvious he had been watching).
Once he had sat back, Randy realized how dumb that was. He worked there and knew how it worked and he doubted the teenage would have been upset at being watched. He was hot. He knew the clientele and aside from this teenager, there weren't many good looking guys who came into the sex shop to be blown anonymously through a hole so you can't see their body or faces. Hell, he wouldn't have been back there if it wasn't for this cute boy.
Randy decided since he had already missed one opportunity he wasn't going to lose another and he undid his pants, pushed them and his underwear down to his ankles, and moved to the wall to shove his cock through the hole.
Nothing ventured nothing gained. Maybe he would get blown by this cute boy who seemed to be discovering sucking cock. Worse case scenario was probably he would be left hanging (seeing as how the boy was underage and had just blown someone else, he could imagine him making a scene, though if he did that probably would cost Randy his cover job).
It didn't take long and he felt the boy's lips close around his cock.
Randy was about 7" cut, with the head bigger than the shaft. He had been blown a lot (and done his share of sucking), having been out and gay and on his own since he was 15 years old. In the last three years he had developed an understanding of technique and this boy was actually quite good.
He didn't try to deep throat, which is a mistake a lot of novices make. He worked the head and then the upper half of the cock with his mouth and tongue.
He made way too many slurping noises, given they weren't exactly in a private place, but the porno movies masked most of them and they were an artefact of him really enjoying sucking cock.
Randy was thoroughly enjoying the blowjob through the hole in the plywood wall. While it was made hotter because he knew what the boy looked like, he wanted to actually see him while they had sex (and he wanted to have some relationship with this boy, be it occasional sex or customer for drugs or something more).
Randy pulled his cock out of the boy's mouth and out of the hole.
Immediately the boy shoved his fingers through the hole and beckoned for him to put it back in and even pressed his open mouth around the hole, in case what he wanted was obvious.
Randy fished a pen and a piece of paper out of his pocket and wrote "I have a place nearby". Wrapping the paper around the pen he handed it through the hole.
He could hear Brian getting up off his knees and sitting on the bench.
The pen with paper came back through
"Don't you work here?"
Randy wasn't sure if he was asking if he worked there because he recognized him going into the booth and wanted to make sure it was him or because he was worried this was a trap as technically sex in the store is illegal (even if the store turned a blind eye to the holes in the walls of the booths, or maybe even cut them itself).
"It is my day off," Randy wrote and handed back with the pen.
"OK, I have only an hour," came Brian's message back.
Randy thought about waiting for him and walking him home, but if he was going to the back of a sex shop for anonymous sex he probably didn't want to run the risk of being seen walking to some older boy's address (especially since Randy was dressed kinda gay and slutty). Randy wrote his address on the paper, knowing that this risked the boy would back out, pulled up his pants and left, heading to his apartment.
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