Stepping back a foot or two, Jimmy stared at the long wall, holding his breath. It didn't shake, didn't look like it would soon fall over either, which made him sigh in relief. At last, the biggest task was more or less done, as he stared at the long slat wall that he had erected. It felt rather satisfying, so much that he didn't even notice the two hot guys saunter past and swivel to stare at him.
Hell, he didn't even notice his boss Scott walk up to stand beside him. It was his scent that finally made him turn his head, to notice Scott standing next to him. He also noticed the grin on his bosses face, which seemed to only add to the satisfaction inside.
It was late, and there was still tons of work to do, but the biggest task was finished. The 14 by 8 kiosk walls were up, and standing like they should. He even watched without fear, as Scott leaned forward, to give a small push against the long wall, to make sure it wasn't going to come crashing down.
They had three more hours before the Mall closed for the night, though they could stay longer, but damn it, it was a Friday night and Scott had been pushing him hard, wanting to finish so he could head off to some lame ass party as usual. He wouldn't have minded going with him but then straight parties weren't Jimmy's thing. Not that he didn't mind a good party, but he rather party with his own kind. That way he didn't have to worry about getting the crap beaten out of him for making a pass at some sexy stud. Though if it was Scott, well, he wouldn't say no.
Getting the spot in the mall, for Christmas had been a stroke of luck for Scott, which Jimmy had sort of wished hadn't happened. Least until he spent some time at the mall, knowing instantly that he wouldn't mind being the one working it. God, the hot guys that seemed to be all over the place, kept him constantly drooling.
There was that one guy, who kept walking past, while he had been setting out the poles and wall panels. His hair was a bit weird, some purple along with pink and a huge loop sticking out from above one eyebrow was a bit much, but damn he had a nice ass and that basket was certainly worth a stare or two. Besides, it wasn't the face he was interested in fucking, if he ever had the chance.
Judging too how the guy kept coming around, he had to be interested. Why else would he keep sauntering past, always turning his face to stare at him? Mind you, he did check out Scott too, but Jimmy felt he was cruising him, not his boss. After all, he was 20, his boss was 38, and well, the guy didn't look like he was into older men. Though in all fairness, Scott didn't look that old.
He was tall, had a firm body too. His hair was short & a dark brown, that sort of set off his angular jaw line. Mind you it was Scott's deep emerald eyes that were his best feature, other than his full looking basket. Jimmy noticed those things, noticed too how Scott always wore tight shirts and pants, showing off his muscular body.
Jimmy on the other hand looked still like some pink faced teenager. He had long curly blond hair, that hung around his face, dangling a bit on top of his shoulders. He wasn't what you would call muscular either, but man did the guys at the local gay bar drool over his looks.
He didn't kid himself either, knowing that it was the way his hair curled around his face, that gave him a sort of boyish look, that was the attraction. That and the rather full basket he sported, lot fuller when he was horny, which was most of the time. He couldn't help himself, he liked sex, and yet felt unsatisfied for the most part. Least with most of who he went to bed with. There were a few exceptions, which made him wonder, if he just hadn't been looking in the right age group.
Oh, he had his share of sex with guys his own age. Sex had never been something he had done without, or been late in enjoying either. There had been the high school basketball star years ago, and a few other jocks since, but they had never really satisfied him. Sure, the sex had been good, but not what he liked to think about when jacking off, another thing he loved doing, and doing often.
It was also one reason he rather wanted to get this done with. He hadn't managed to sneak off for a few minutes whacking his willy for the whole evening. Heck, last time he had managed to jack off, was hours ago, which really had him horny. Every time some guy walked by, it seemed to get his dick jerking in his pants, and there were a couple of times when he was certain Scott had noticed.
Now that would be interesting, to imagine himself doing it with Scott. While Jimmy was fairly certain the guy was straight, there was some doubt. The way he would catch him staring, back at the store, and certainly a few times so far tonight, so was he?
He had thought about him a few times, even had a few good jack off sessions thinking about doing Scott, which would surprise most of his friends. They were into guys their own age, but he liked his men older, or thought he did. The few really good sex he had in his 20 years of life, had been with older guys. They just seemed to pace themselves out more, so that they were ready when he was ready, not spent or finished, like so many of his own age usually were. Mind you little Aaron had been a surprise, but that was a rarity. Most of the guys Jimmy had managed to get into bed, were usually way done, long before he was even thinking of shooting his load.
The older guys, which he had slept with, never seemed to be in a hurry to cum, to finish. Not like he had slept with many older guys, but the few he had, were like Aaron. Course, they were looking for guys like him, and okay so the one old geezer hadn't been very good, but hell the guy had been in his sixties. So maybe that had been stretching it, but now Scott, that would be in the right range.
At 38 Scott didn't look his age, just as he didn't look his age of 20. Scott had a fantastic looking body, showed off nicely too, but it was more than just the physical look he had. It was his eyes, how they could make you feel like you were the only one in the room or in a crowded mall. How they could seem to get right inside of a guy, knowing that he was seeing your innermost thoughts. That was his charm, and when you added that little smile of his, well, no wonder his dick always tried to push out from his pants.
Yet he was fairly certain Scott was straight. Not that Scott had said so, and too, it wasn't like he kept talking about girls or anything, just that when he had told Scott he was Gay, the guy hadn't made any move, any indication that he too was. He had sort of, well just acted like he was being told that there was a new delivery or something mundane to deal with. No surprise, no real comments other than a sort of 'yeah, cool' approach.
Surely if he was gay, he'd have said something more. Maybe a sort of 'I know' or a casual 'thought so' would have worked, but instead he got nada. Hardly a flicker from his eyes, but then Scott did keep his private life rather secretive. Jimmy had no idea what bars he went to, though he had mentioned going on a few times, but never anything more.
It bugged him sort of, but then too it also made him appear more desirable, more mysterious too. It had led to some interesting fantasizing when he had taken a break to hit the can, but that was the extent of it all. He rather wished there had been more details to add some spice to his fantasies, but he'd take what he could. Like working late on a Friday night, to set up the kiosk. After all it was Halloween, and well, that was always worth a few good memories.
Still, when Scott had asked if he'd work late, maybe till midnight, to help set the kiosk up, he didn't hesitate a second. He rather enjoyed the time working with Scott, and this was certainly one of those times. It was one thing to stand next to him, pricing stuff, or unpacking new merchandise, but this was different.
This was real work, and he could smell the man's scent as he stood beside him, admiring their handiwork. The slat wall panels had given them grief, along with the braces that they connected to. It seemed nothing wanted to work just right, or as they were intended to. Though he shouldn't complain, because it certainly made them work closer. The mixture of Scott's sweat and his cologne was also making him horny, but he didn't dare look at him, not now. If he did, he was sure his dick would explode, and no way was he going to have a big wet spot on the front of his jeans for Scott to see, or anyone else.
It wasn't fair at how horny he got. At times it was really embarrassing, and there had been a few times when he was certain Scott had caught him, hard. Hell the guy would have to be blind to have missed it. Not like he had his dick hanging out, but Jimmy's dick wasn't some short stubby wiener. He was rather proud of his dick size, not that it was what you would call monster sized, but it was uncut, and when hard, well it wasn't average, that was for damn sure. Judging by the odd times he'd seen Scott's basket, he rather didn't think Scott was exactly lacking in the penis department either.
Though he had to admit, he'd like to have seen that basket more, but he was too damn afraid of getting caught. Seemed every time a good opportunity would popup, so to speak, Scott would be looking right at him. Now, no way could he stare, but he did dare a few quick peeks,
'Hey I gotta hit the can'
'Yeah? Okay, just don't take all day, we got the glass shelves to get up.'
As he stepped away to head off, he couldn't help but feel Scott's eyes staring at him, which only added to his growing discomfort in the crotch. Damn the guy, he thought, as he walked quickly to the closest washrooms. The guy was just too damn sexy, to be working this close. Besides, that aroma of his was too much, especially how long it had been since he had last relieved himself, and he wasn't talking about taking a pee.
Pushing open the main door, he quickly scanned the room, and headed for the far stall, that was open. He hated the closer one's, and most usually took the first ones. He liked to take his time, though he didn't expect it would be that long, given how horny he was feeling. He was already inside, locking the stall door, and undoing his belt before even turning around. His dick was anxious, he could tell as he shoved his pants down to his ankles. As his head lowered, he could see how his shorts were super tented, and he smiled, feeling rather pleased with himself.
Standing up a bit, he grabbed hold of the shorts, and pushed them down towards his knees, freeing his hard cock. It really looked so pleased, to be free of his clothes, that he couldn't help but fell a sort of thrill.
Jimmy reached down with one hand, to pull back the little bit of foreskin that still covered his cock head, noting the glistening sheen on the head. As he pulled it back, his other hand reached down, to swipe at the clear liquid and he brought the wet finger to his lips, tasting his pre cum. He felt the tremor inside, as he tasted it, as he felt the excitement building inside his body.
His butt ached a bit, as he felt the hand holding his cock, pull back a bit more, the skin growing even more taut over his throbbing pole. Spreading his feet out a bit more, he reached under his dick with his other hand, to push at his balls. They were so full, and ached so much, he stopped playing with them, in case he set them off too early.
Letting his hand drop to his side, he began to use his other hand to slowly slide up and down his shaft, to gently stroke it. He could feel the palm of his hand slide over his head, smearing the pre cum down the hot shaft. It felt rather tingly, as his hand slid a bit easier down the hard pole, which amazed him a little. He really was rock hard, which usually didn't happen while jerking off, though it usually was that way when there was someone helping.
Too bad he didn't ask Scott to join him which got him grinning, and made him tilt his head back a little. The idea of Scott was consuming his thoughts, as his hand moved a bit faster, as his breath became a bit shorter. His heart was beating a bit faster, and he could feel it racing inside, from the way the blood was rushing inside his whole body. His toes were already trying to curl inside his shoes, as his hand was moving a lot faster along his shaft.
His mind was off, thinking of Scott and of how hot he looked, at how he smelled all sweaty and everything else. He could see the vision of his muscular arms, of his flat washboard like stomach, at how the muscles rippled a bit when he moved his upper body. All of it was flashing before him, as his hand stroked his dick, so the knock on the stall door caught him totally off guard.
He swallowed quickly, wondering if he had been moaning or worse, crying out. He hadn't heard the main door open, and there hadn't been anyone else inside when he entered, so he felt a slight tinge of panic inside. There had been cases in the paper of guys being roughed up in washrooms, though not locally, still it leapt to his mind, as he felt his hand quiver a bit.
Jimmy was staring downwards, at how his hand was gripping the shaft of his cock, when he heard the voice. He felt his whole body stiffen even more, as he recognized the tone, the timber of each word asking if he was in there. His face was beet red, as he stammered out a weak 'yes'.
'Well unlock the damn door.'
He unlatched it without thinking, when he realized his pants were still down at his ankles, and his shorts by his knees. It was just dawning on him, that Scott was now inside, closing the door, and was staring right down at his exposed groin.
'I knew it.'
'Knew what? I uh..'
'That you were whacking off.'
'But uh, I mean I uh..'
He couldn't look at Scott, who was now leaning against the stall door, but still staring down at him. For some strange reason, he felt excited, felt his cock growing harder, as he tried to figure out what the fuck was going on. He had been caught, but then, as he tried to figure out what it was all about, he breathed in that smell, that scent that was his boss. It only added to the sense of excitement, to the actual thrill he seemed to be experiencing, from being caught.
'I gave up a hot date to work on this with you, I could have just sent Johnny with you, and here you are, polishing the wood, with work to be done.'
He was suddenly on edge, as it felt like Scott was really pissed with him. Still, he hadn't had a break, so what if he did take an extra minute or two, wasn't like he had disappeared for an hour or more. Jimmy could feel his anger rising too, because what fucking right did the guy have to barge into a stall with him, just because he was taking an extra minute or two.
'Not like Johnny would have given up his Friday night anyhow, so..'
'Damn you are a hard ass, aren't you?'
Jimmy felt his face flush a bit, as he realized that Scott was glaring at him, or so it looked. He just didn't feel like he had done anything wrong, and he did like his job.
'Hey, uh, look, I don't want to get into a fight, but notice where you are? In a bathroom stall, and well, it isn't for yelling at your staff.'
'Damn, you got balls Jimmy, I'll say that for you.'
'Well fuck man, I mean you come hammering at the door, push your way inside..' He stopped as he realized that Scott was still staring at him. While he had been so outraged at Scott's treatment, he suddenly realized, he was being put on. The light finally clicked in his mind, as he shuffled backwards a bit, then sat down on the toilet, staring up at Scott.
'Takes you long enough, Christ I threw so many damn hints at you..'
Staring up at Scott, he couldn't believe he had missed any clues, or hints. Just what did the guy do, send them in some secret code he had never heard of? No way, he couldn't have been that blind.
'I didn't, Jesus Christ, I missed them all, I mean, I had no idea that.. I mean, you are, right?'
'Well I sure as fuck ain't standing in a pisser to take a whiz.'
'So uh, what uh, I mean uh..'
Scott just laughed as he leaned against the door, showing his basket which drew Jimmy's attention, at long last. He heard Scott chuckle as Jimmy's eyes finally focused on the hard bulge. He couldn't help but lick his lower lip as his eyes moved up to stare into Scott's face. The guy was smiling, and there was that look, the one that always gave Jimmy a hard on.
'I see you are interested.'
Scott pushed himself up, to stand closer to Jimmy. He reached down in a few seconds his pants were undone, pushed down towards his knees. The legs spread apart, to prevent them from falling further. Jimmy could see the bulge, now sticking out from the tight jockey shorts. It was aimed right at him, making him break out in tiny beads of sweat, all over.
It looked so big, but as he glanced up, to make sure, he couldn't help but feel his own body becoming more aroused. His hands were moist from the sweat, as he reached up, to run one across the front of the shorts, to touch the hidden prize.
He recoiled a bit, as his hand touched the hot cock, still bundled beneath the shorts. It was like touching an open flame, as his pulse quickened. How hard it looked, how huge too as Jimmy ran his hand lightly across the side of the hard dick. He could hear a soft moan from above, and glanced up to look at Scott.
Scott had one hand under his shirt, rubbing his belly, the other leaning up against the wall of the stall. Sweat was dripping down his forehead, but his face already had a sheen to it, giving him a bit of a wet look. How hot it looked, as his eyes moved back downwards, to stare at the hidden dick.
Jimmy breathed in deeply, smelling Scott's man scent, feeling the heaviness of the testosterone that now filled the small little stall. His fingers trembled, as it reached up to the waist band of the shorts. One more quick look up, then back down, as he gripped the shorts and pulled them down, to finally expose the hard cock.
It was like opening up a Christmas present. One that he hadn't expected to get, that was suddenly there in his hands. He felt his body twitch, as he stared at the winking eye of Scott's penis. The small drop of pre cum was all he needed, as one hand reached up to reach around Scott's hip, while his other hand moved down to his own hard cock.
With his fingers digging into the soft flesh of the buttocks, he pulled the older man closer, while his own iron grip began to glide up and down his own throbbing pole. Jimmy could smell him, as he felt his eyes closing, as the room turned to a sort of semi darkness.
The brush of his lips on the hot pole in front of him, made him shudder, groan a bit, as his lips parted, to let inside, the hot head. He felt it push forward, as Scott's hand reached down to take hold of Jimmy's hair. He could feel the fingers grip the locks of hair, wrap them around, and pull forward, making him take more of the hot pole into his mouth. His throat was resisting, but with little success.
Scott's hard pole was reaching down inside, while Jimmy felt his tongue flicking out and around the hard pole, tasting the saltiness of it. He could feel the hot pre cum coating the back of his throat, as his one hand was moving quickly up & down his own shaft.
He could feel the blood pulsing in Scott's dick as his lips held tightly around the prodding pole. His throat was being pounded, as his own hand moved faster and faster over his own throbbing dick. He heard Scott moaning, felt his body stiffen even more, from his hand still clutching at Scott's butt cheek.
The smell was overpowering as his own body was shaking, as his heart was racing out of control. He felt the sweat trickling down his face, in a stream more than anything. His chest ached too, as he struggled for each gasp of air. His legs were taut, cramping almost, as the pounding in his face got faster and faster. He felt his head rocking, despite the tight hold by Scott's hand, but he couldn't stop it from driving backwards, as the hard dick kept pounding is mouth.
Suddenly it all stopped, the hard cock was yanked out, and as his eyes flickered open a bit, in shock, he felt the first stinging stream strike him squarely on the upper lip, below his nose, above his lip. He felt it burning, as his eyes stared at the hard cock, that was once more rearing back, then shooting forward. He saw the stream leave, saw it arc upwards a bit, and then felt it strike.
As the second stream of Scott's cum splattered across his cheek, beside his nose, he felt his own body arch upwards, felt his own cock rearing back, and begin to fire out a huge stream of his cum. At the same time he heard his own voice crying out in a long mournful sound, that was echoing another cry the was surround his ears.
Scott had his face taut, his eyes tightly closed, his nostrils flaring as his body shuddered and shook to the explosion of his cum. Jimmy could make out the way his chest was heaving, how rigid his arms were, that now held his shooting cock. It only made his own body shake more, as it too continued to empty itself of its seed.
He could taste the semi sweet salty jizz that was dripping onto his mouth and around the corners of his lips. He could feel the hot flush from the splatters across his cheeks, feel it dripping down, as his own cum was flying through his tightly held fingers. Jimmy felt his body spasm, felt the ache in his chest tighten, as his body sent its last load out, as the balls shrunk to empty dangling flesh.
His body was spent, as he leaned against the cold of the toilet, coated in drying sweat from his body. He felt the ache in his legs, as they tried to restore the blood flow, but all he could do was stare at Scott's softening cock. At how empty it was looking, at how the tiny hairs around the shaft were matted from his saliva, from the sweat too. He felt his head rock a bit, as Scott's hand released the locks of hair it had been holding. He felt the pain around his scalp, from Scott's tight grip, as Scott's body moved backwards a bit, then leaned heavily against the closed stall door.
The way his chest heaved, how his hands hung down twitching, added to Jimmy's feeling of satisfaction. How his body stood there, quivering, after that explosion, how his one cheek was being tightened by the drying cum, how his mouth felt so sore, how his jaw even ached, all made him feel like somehow, there was more to come.