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By John Moore, 0 Reviews Post your review

*** Note: I do not advocate any unsafe sexual practices portrayed in this story. Their inclusion is for erotic story-telling pleasure only.

The last customer had been rung up and at last, I could shut the gate to the music store I was Assistant Manager at in the mall. It had been a busy Saturday night and Doug, who had worked with me that night and myself were glad it was over.

I closed out the register and gave Doug his cash drawer to count down and balance.

“Thanks, Matt.” He said with a smile, his dimples flashing.

Doug was a good-looking guy. Still a senior in high school but he’d recently turned 18. I couldn’t help but glance at his khaki-clad rear as he walked down the center aisle to the back office. Nice. But he was also straight.

I, of course was gay, 27 years old, and killing time in retail until I could get a job in my chosen field as a computer graphic artist. Years of college and tech school do not automatically guarantee a job as I had found out. I was 6ft, 4inches tall, 195lbs, a fairly good build that you could see through my shirt which wasn’t really tight, straight brown hair and a face that was a cross between handsome & cute. I didn’t have any problem getting dates. Meaningful relationships on the other hand were a problem. I hadn’t found many guys which shared my interests and I really wanted to spend my life with. Now that I was out of school, I found myself less and less interested in casual encounters and more into settling down with a good man.

I had been “out” since I was 17 and was fairly open about my sexuality. I didn’t announce it to people like my co-workers because I felt it was beside the point. My being straight or gay doesn’t define who I am. If they asked, I would tell them. But unless they were clueless, I’m sure most knew just from watching my eyes dart to a good-looking guy who walked in to the store. Certainly they would notice the exchange of phone numbers after I’d spent a wee bit more time with a male customer than was really needed.

I went to the back room, counted down my own cash drawer and soon was locking everything up in the safe. Done at last! As we walked up to the front gate of the store, Doug asked me if I had anything planned now that we were “finally free”.

“No,” I said, “just get something to eat and quiet night at my apartment. Maybe watch some TV to unwind. How ‘bout you?”

“ I was going to going meet Vicki for dinner, but she called and canceled. She’s sort of my girlfriend.” Doug responded.

“Sort of? That doesn’t sound too good.” I laughed.

“Well, we’ve been going out together for almost a year now. But,” he hesitated, “but. Well, nothing’s happened yet. You know what I mean?”

Doug seemed a little uncomfortable and obviously needed to talk to someone. People seem to feel comfortable with me and often confide their problems so I wasn’t really surprised at the conversation. I’ve always been a good listener, so as we went out of the store and began walking through the now empty mall to the exit hall, I told him, “Yes, I guess so.”

“I mean we’ve kissed and all, but… Well, never anything else. I’m not sure...”

“Not sure if she’s the right one?”

“Yeah. And… also not sure, well… what to do. You know?”

Now this did surprise me. I never would’ve pegged Doug as being a virgin, let alone uncertain about what to do. To me, he seemed to have a lot of confidence in everything he did. When talking about girls, he appeared to have a “smoothness” about him that I figured could get him into any girl’s pants. And with his looks, I’m surprised the girls weren’t begging for him to fuck them.

Doug was the same height as me, but had a very strong face in the classically handsome sense. His black hair was longish and his bangs were combed over to the side and often would cover part of his eyes. Even though he was straight and still in high school, I found the way he flipped those bangs back with his hands rather sexy. He was slim, but with tight muscles, which I had seen once when he came in for his check on his day off wearing cutoffs and a short sleeve shirt practically open to his waist. It was sort of a surfer look, and which he actually was one. He had even competed in semi-regionals. Doug really turned me on, but trying to convert straight guys was not my bag.

“Well, in my experience, you sort of listen to your heart if you think this is the right person.” I told Doug as we got to the darkened mall parking lot. “And as far a sex goes, well, you’ll know what to do when the time comes. Sort of instinct. And it should be whatever feels good to you both.”

“I guess so.” Doug answered sort of unsure. But he brightened up when he added, “Hey, do you want to go over to Ruby Tuesday’s? Grab something to eat?”

I wasn’t really in the mood for cooking so I said “Sure”.

“I can drive.” Doug said, animatedly.

“That’s fine. I don’t have my car. I walked.”

“Oh, that’s right. You live only a couple of blocks from here at the Park Place.”

“Yeah. I usually walk to work if it’s nice out.” I said, slightly puzzled. I’m pretty sure I’ve never mentioned to him where I lived in the four months that he had been working at the store.

Doug drove us to Ruby Tuesdays and when the waitress came by, I ordered a beer. Doug said he’d have one too. The waitress didn’t card him even when she brought the beer. I gave Doug a questioning look.

“I never get carded,” He said. “and I’m only going to have one.”

Well, I had to admit Doug did look over 21, but still… I decided to let it got but to make sure he actually had only one and that enough time would pass before he drove.

We had a good time. In the four months that he’d been working at the store, I’d really enjoyed the nights we worked together. We had a lot in common with our taste in music and reading material. He was actually very mature for a 17 year old, now turned 18. Far better rounded that the other teens we had working at the store. He was up on current events and had a passion for history like me. For me, a good mind was almost as big of a turn-on as a man’s appearance. Between Doug’s sexy body and mind, I had found myself many a time thinking “too bad he’s straight” and jerked off thinking about him later when I got home.

Before we’d finished our meals, Doug asked, “Do you have a girlfriend?”

“No.” I laughed. “I’m gay. And no, I don’t have a boyfriend.”

“Oh.” Doug said, acting genuinely surprised. “I’d figure a guy like you would have plenty of boyfriends.” He laughed.

“Well… I’ve had my share. I just haven’t found the right guy yet.”

“Oh” Doug was quiet for a while then he asked, “When did you know you were gay?”

To be honest, that wasn’t a usual question. I had just as many straight friends as I had gay. And I was often the first gay person they had ever known. As I said before, I tend to make people feel comfortable and many people took that opportunity to find out more about what a gay person’s life was like.

I told Doug how I had always known I was gay, but kept it hidden during school, partly because there wasn’t anyone to be gay with. I didn’t try to date girls. I just figured that sooner or later I would meet someone. Doug asked me how that had happened and I explained that it was in my senior year when I was 17 and I there was this basketball player. We became friends and sure enough found out we were both gay and it went from there.

“So you like tall men?”

I was a little surprised by the question, but the laughter that followed made me dismiss any other thoughts.

“Well, yes.” I laughed in return. “There’s a certain… advantage to being with someone pretty much your own height.” I smiled and maybe it was the light in the restaurant, but I thought I saw something in his smile back. Doug then changed the conversation to something else so I figured I was wrong.

We’d been at the restaurant for nearly three hours talking about all sorts of things. Doug had had plenty of time to get over his beer and it was getting late so we decided to call it a night. I reached for the check and Doug grabbed it out of my hand slowly sliding his fingers across my palm. Whoa! Have I been misreading things all night? I’d pulled the exact same stunt with cute customers in the store and usually gotten a phone number and a date!

“I’ll pay for it.” Doug insisted.

I let him pay and Doug drove me home to my apartment.

“Can I come in?” Doug asked. “I really need to use the bathroom.”

“You should have thought of that BEFORE we left.” I responded in a funny voice and laughed. “Sure, come on up.” I was curious to see where this was going.

Up in my apartment, Doug went on to the bathroom and I pulled off my tie. I was standing at the bar separating the living room from the kitchen glancing through that morning’s newspaper when he returned.

“Hey.” He said. I could tell he was nervous and had a feeling I knew what was coming.

“Hey.” I said back.

Doug came closer to me.

“There’s something I wanted to tell you.” He said without making eye contact. “I really like you, Matt. I really, really do.” He paused and looked me in the eyes with a bit of fear mixed with yearning. “I’m gay.”

A tear started down his cheek and instinctively, I reached out to hug him. Doug returned the embrace. I held him gently as he cried. I whispered, “It’s okay.”

I pulled my head back and brushed that sexy lock of black hair back from his face and our eyes locked. Without thinking about it, we began to kiss - lightly, gently at first, but soon our mouths had opened in hunger and we found our tongues moving into play. Our embrace grew tighter.

Pausing for breath, I said, “You’re a good kisser,” and smiled at him.

“God, I’ve wanted you so much.” Doug choked. “I’ve liked you ever since we met, but I was afraid. I really wasn’t sure if you were gay. And if you were, did you already have somebody or would even be interested in me.”

“Of, course I was interested in you. You’re very sexy and I’ve loved the time we’ve spent together. We have so much in common, you’re smart… hell, you’re just the kind of guy I like, but I thought you were straight.”

I guided Doug to the couch and we sat down closely together. My arm around him, Doug began to unburden his soul. He told me of how he had known he was gay, but like me in high school, had been uncertain about coming out. He’d gone so far as to date girls just so that no one would ask questions. I hugged him reassuringly and gave him a gentle kiss.

“I really like you Matt, You are so sexy.” He said looking earnestly in my eyes. “I want to have sex with you.”

There was no denying that I liked Doug too. I sure had masturbated to thoughts of him often enough and I already had a hard on from our close contact and kissing. But he was 18, still in high school… and I genuinely liked Doug… I didn’t want to take advantage of him and I told him as much.

Doug seemed disappointed and made it clear that he felt it was he taking advantage of me. I laughed at this. That was another thing I loved about Doug, his sense of humor. I kissed him and asked, “What about you parents? It’s late. Aren’t they expecting you home?”

“I already told them I was spending the night with a buddy of mine. A bunch of us were going to be playing Dungeons & Dragons most of the night.” Doug said sheepishly.

“You planned this ahead of time?” I teased.

“No. Not really.” He stumbled, “I sort of hoped that I would have the nerve… and sort of hoped… well you know…” he smiled at me, not knowing what else to say.

I made up my mind. I stood and grabbing him by his tie, pulled Doug up from the couch straight into me, embraced him and began to kiss him once again. He moved his arms around me and began to explore the shape of my back though my shirt as I was doing to him. Our kisses grew passionate and before we knew it, we were both out of breath. Simultaneously, we stopped and said, “Wow!” and broke out laughing. I reached for this hand and guided him to my bedroom.

We stopped beside my king-size bed and I began to undo Doug’s tie. He reached up and helped, his soft hands with long tapered fingers felt delicious against mine. Gently, I pushed him to lie down on the bed. I could see his hard-on trying to tent in his khakis. On my knees I straddled him and slowly began to unbutton his shirt. He was tan, had wide shoulders, a slim chest, but tight muscles defining his pecs, abs and arms. He had a very fine layer of hair creeping up from his crotch, up the center of his torso and filling out around the center of his chest. His nipples were dark and erect and I wasted no time beginning to work on them with my tongue and lips. Doug let out a moan of ecstasy. I flitted my moist tongue around and over his right nipple and moved my way across his chest and was soon playing with his left. Slowly, I made my way down his tight stomach and spent some time around his navel and lower abdomen to the point where it met his pants. Doug’s sounds of pleasure were non-stop.

I crawled off and guided him up to remove his shirt completely. As he lay back down I began to untie his shoes. As soon as I had his shoes and socks off, I removed mine. Straddling Doug once more, I seductively unbuttoned and removed my shirt. His eyes took in every detail of my torso as it was revealed. My shoulders were broad also, but my slim body was heavier with more shape and muscle than his. My chest was several inches wider, with large pinkish nipples, which were extremely erect at the moment. I was pretty much smooth and although my abs were not as defined as Doug’s, they were tight and I had a slim waist. My arms and biceps were large but nothing like a body builder’s.

I lay my body on top of Doug’s, the bare flesh of our chests touching and our raging hard-ons pressing into one another though our slacks. We started an orgy of open mouth kissing. Arms entwined, we were soon rolling back and forth across my bed taking turns on who was on top. For a novice, Doug was quite aggressive with his tongue play.

“Did you ever kiss Vicki like this?” I asked.

“No way!” he responded not removing his lips from mine. “I always wanted a guy.”

“You’re wonderful.” He added.

“So are you.”And we continued our gyrations on the bed.

When we were lying on our sides, I removed my arms from around Doug’s tan back and began rubbing the bulge straining in his pants. He moaned and I moved my hands to unbuckle his belt, unbutton and unzip his pants. I reached in and grasped his firm manhood and began jerking him off from where we lay. Doug moved his hips in delight. His cock felt large and I was impatient to see it, so I removed my hand and kneeling over him, removed his pants and underwear with his aid.

Every stitch of his clothing now on the floor, I took in Doug’s magnificent body with my eyes: his slim taught torso and arms, long hairy legs and the large engorged penis bouncing with his pulse between his legs. He was a good six inches or so, slim and caped with a long mushroom cap on its head. I supposed it wasn’t all that large, but on his skim frame, it looked gigantic.

With no preamble, I went down on him, engulfing is cock in my mouth all the way down to the back of my throat. Then sucking, I slowly raised off of it luxuriating in the salty taste.

“Feel good? I asked.

“Hell yes!” Doug replied breathlessly. And thus, I began giving this young man his first and what I hoped would be the best blowjob of his life.

Doug placed his hands in my hair as I went up and down, sucking and slobbering over his tasty man meat. After a couple of minutes, if felt his fingers tighten on my scalp and Doug exclaimed, “Matt!” Before another word could be said, he was shooting his seed hard and in great quantities into mouth. I barely could keep up with swallowing his cum and almost choked at one point trying. Then his shaft and body quit spasming and I finally sucked him dry.

Leaving his now limp dick lying on his belly, I leaned forward and kissed him deeply for a moment. Then I repositioned my straddle closer to him so he could unfasten my belt and pants. That done, I removed them the rest of the way and moved over him so that my hips and cock were directly in his face. Doug needed no guidance. He grabbed my 8-inch member with one hand and guided the thick head into his mouth. Sucking, he began going up and down, taking more of my shaft with each thrust. He was a natural. His large mouth had no problem taking my girth and although he gagged several times, he seemed to adjust his breathing and learned to alternate his mouth with his hand to give his throat a break. Positioned over him like I was doing push-ups, I began moving my hips and pushing my cock deeper and deeper. He took every inch and wouldn’t quit sucking even when I knew I had pushed too far. He was like a man so starved for food he couldn’t stop eating.

Then his mouth music and the thought that that this teenager was sucking his first dick, pushed me over the edge. With a grunt, I began shooting my wad in Doug’s mouth. I could hear him struggle to keep up, gurgling and swallowing my ejaculation. I was surprised when I’d finished cumming, that Doug grabbed hold of my cock and started sucking again. The boy was insatiable! Finally I removed myself from him. Lying side by side, we embraced and began kissing with a passion as equally fierce.

Eventually we tired. Doug laid his head and hand on my chest, his fingers absently tracing the contours of my body. I had one arm wrapped around his back, my free hand I toying with Doug’s long black hair.

“Being with you is so wonderful.” Doug whispered. “You’re so handsome and sexy. For months I’ve dreamt of being here with you like this.”

“I’ve got to confess, Doug,” I said softly, “I’ve fantasized about having sex with you more than one night after we’ve closed together.”

“Really?” He seemed surprised.

“Yep. It’s not just your looks, which by the way, I think are VERY hot! But, your personality, your mind. I’ve loved it when we are scheduled together to close. Our talks are always so fun, so stimulating. Often I couldn’t believe you were only 17. Well, 18 now.”

I paused and Doug could tell there was something more on my mind.

“What is it?” He asked gently, raising his head so it was level with mine. His blue eyes stared in to mine and made me melt.

“You know, I’ve gone out with a lot of guys… and… well, they’ve been nice. We’ve had good times. But, its’ been just sex.” I was silent for a while, trying to get up the courage to say what I was feeling.

“For the first time in my life, I don’t want to have sex with another man… I… I want to make love.” I was surprised at the emotions I was feeling. “I want to make love to you Doug.” And I kissed him tenderly on the lips.

“Oh, Matt,” Doug said with yearning, “I want to make love to you too. I want to be whole. I want to be one with you.”

We kissed again, starting gently, but soon were building up to the passion we’d experienced earlier. Our hands were exploring each other’s bodies and our erections were back. Doug moved his kisses to my ears and neck. I lay back to allow him full access to my body. It was obvious that he was enjoying the tour with his mouth around my shoulders and across my chest, but I really don’t know who enjoyed his lingering visit around my nipples the most. Down my stomach he went and as he turned his body around to get better access to my lap and thighs, I saw this as a perfect time to introduce him to 69ing.

I took hold of his hard cock, which was now in my face and began servicing him. Doug was bright and took the cue to begin doing me too. My bedroom had been filled with the wet slurping and gurgling sounds of dick sucking on many a night, but never had it seen so much I enjoyment as much as I did now.

I left his cock and began tongue play with Doug’s scrotum. He stopped sucking me as I reposition myself to gain better access to his ass. I spread his buttocks wide and started licking the hairs on his cheeks, finally making my way to his anus. As my tongue probed him, Doug moaned with pleasure. The moaning increased when I inserted the first of my saliva soaked fingers into his hole and began moving it in and out. Soon I had added a second and third finger and he was moving his rear to my rhythm.

“I want to fuck you.” I told Doug.

He responded with joy, “I can’t wait to have you inside of me.”

I got out of bed, grabbed a couple of towels and spread them on the bed. Retrieving a tube of lubricant from my bedside table, I told Doug to lie back on the towels. He did so, legs spread wide. On my knees before him, I looked over his tight surfer body. His cock was hard, bouncing slightly to the beat of his pulse. My own cock grew even harder, not just from the sight of his alluring body, but also from the sweet look of passion that beamed from his face. I know my face echoed his. Never had I wanted to fuck a guy more than I did Doug.

I greased up my dick and raised his legs and rear up. I took my entry slowly and despite his moans, was surprised to find not much resistance in his tight hole.

“I’ll stop when it hurts.” I told him.

“Don’t stop! It feels great!” he shouted. “Keep on! Oh, keep on!”

The boy was hungry for my shaft and wouldn’t let anything stop him from getting it.

When I was in all the way, I leaned over and kissed him full on the lips. Doug’s passionate kisses told me he was enjoying me being inside of him. So I began fucking him. I started slowly but Doug kept calling, “Faster! Harder!” so I followed his lead. I was soon thrusting like mad. The sound of my flesh slapping his rear in rhythm echoed in the room along with the moans of pleasure that escaped both our lips.

“I want you deeper. Take me deeper!” Doug exclaimed.

So I pulled my dick out of his hairy ass and moved him to lie on his side. I lay down behind him and raised one of his legs. I thrust my cock into him and began fucking him with wild abandon. Doug was moving his hips against my thrusts in order for me to drive my shaft further into him. Doug was moaning with pleasure, stroking his own man meat to the same beat.

Suddenly Doug pulled away from me and with a speed that reflected his hunger, climbed on to his knees and forced me to my back. He straddled me, and looking into my eyes like a wild beast, grabbed my throbbing cock and guided it back into his whole as he lowered himself on it.

“Oh, man yeah!” Doug called out and he began practically bouncing up and down on me, my shaft deep inside him. I thrust my hips upward to meet him each time.

The sight of this slim young man, penis hard as a rock, riding my cock with the same expertise he would ride a wave on his surf board, his long hair flapping across his eyes proved to be too much for me. I shouted “I’m cumming!” and began shooting my load into his tight ass. Jet after jet filled his hole and I could feel the seamen run out and on to the towel.

While I was still shooting, Doug’s hard cock suddenly burst cum all over my face. He hadn’t touched it! Shot after shot covered me with his sweet seed as he continued to plunge himself up and down on my own member.

Exhausted, Doug practically fell off and lay on top of me. Our chests squeezed his sticky cum between us. My kiss seemed to revive him and were soon making out, rolling back and forth on top of one another as before.

Finally, we stopped, and Doug and I lay in one another’s arms.

“You were fantastic!” Doug whispered, “Feeling you inside of me… to be one with you… was incredible.”

“You weren’t exactly chopped liver yourself, you know!” I laughed. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’d done this before.”

“Well,” he paused, “About a year ago, I got a dildo at Spencer’s in the mall. I said it was for my girlfriend and was so embarrassed, but... I’ve used it a lot… usually thinking about you.”

“You’re so sweet” I said and kissed him lightly. We lay in silence for a while. Before we knew it, we had fallen asleep in each other’s arms.

We didn’t get much sleep that night. We fucked three more times by breakfast and once more after. We couldn’t get enough of each other’s bodies. But more importantly, we couldn’t get enough of each other’s souls, which as crazy as it may sound, I swear we shared each time we made love. I knew I had found my man and Doug felt the same way.

Things weren’t all smooth surfing with us. Although his parents had no problem accepting their boy was gay (His mom had known for years – don’t they always?), they did have a problem with Doug, a high school student, seeing a man 9 years older and much more experienced than him. I understood their concerns and so I began to date Doug “properly”. Although we would see each other regularly, there would be no spending the night except on weekends, finishing school was too important. I spent time with him and his family and we pretty much kept them in the loop of what we were doing whenever we went out - well, with everything except in the bedroom that is! By six months, his parents had accepted me as one of the family and as Doug’s true love.

I was there for his graduation and he “came out” to his fellow students when we kissed after he’d received his diploma. His friends had no problem with him being gay. Many had suspected it. Vicki certainly had and she was very happy that Doug had “found himself” and as she said, “found such a hot looking man for a husband!”

Doug and I have been together for 15 years now. I finally got into my career as a graphic artist and Doug went to college, majoring in history and now teaches high school. Our love remains as strong as it did when we first discovered it. We’ve grown and learned from one another and Doug even taught me how to surf! But nothing makes me happier than when I see the look on his face when he still rides me!

The End

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