Coming Out: An after-school job leads to a sexual awakening

It’s been two weeks since I sucked Chris off in a deal I reluctantly accepted so I could leave work early. I’ve avoided him since. The Taco Casa I work at has three night managers, and I’ve landed a schedule with the other two since that night. 

My head has been swimming with conflicting thoughts. 

Chris Mattias is such a jerk, and I hate myself for not only giving in to him but enjoying it. A boss demanding sexual favors! What the fuck! On the other hand, sucking his cock was so incredible. I remember every inch — the head, the veins, its girth, the pubes. I’ve jerked off a couple times to the memory a couple times. 

That explosion of cum in my mouth was unforgettable. I keep thinking of how it shot from his cock as my nose was pressed against his pubes. I remember the feel of his cock, his nuts and his thighs.

Does this mean I’m gay? I try to chalk it up to experimenting and intellectual curiosity. Surely, all boys wonder about this stuff and try it at some point?

Dad drops me off for my shift tonight. The manager scheduled is Linda. She’s a sophomore at the local community college. She’s fun to work with and likes giving me responsibility. I walk in the back door. But Linda isn’t present. Chris is standing there talking with Brian. Damn! 

I drop my personal stuff in the employee area and walk over to the time clock. Chris has left his conversation and is pushing up behind me. He grabs me by my waist and pulls me backward. I feel his cock pressing against my ass. 

“Hey, Matty,” he whispers. “Where have you been? I’ve missed you. You haven’t been avoiding me, have you?” 

He reaches around and gropes me — squeezing my dick through my pants. “Linda called and asked if I could take this shift. She has a test tomorrow and needed some study time. I asked who was scheduled to work, and there you were on the list. I’ve been saving my sperm since.” 

He grinds his cock into me again. “It’s been three days. These nuts need to be drained. That's your job, fag.”

Chris lets go of my hips and begins to walk away as I clock in. He turns around and says, “You’re on the service line tonight. Get up front, bitch boy.”

My mind is a whirl. Is he serious? He wants me to blow him again? It was a one-time deal. Doesn’t he understand that? Or wait… Do I want a second time? My dick is voting yes. But maybe he was joking. 

I go up front and start work. 

I’m mid-line. Head of the line takes a taco and puts meat or beans on it and then sauce, depending on the order. The taco comes down to you. Lettuce? Onion? Tomato? Olives? Cheese? Your job is to fill it out. Pass it to the next person who folds and bags it. Repeat.

About a half-hour goes by. It’s normally the time when Brian leaves as store manager for the night, but during a low in business, he calls the night crew to the rear of the store. 

“Hey, everyone. We have something different tonight,” Brian says. “The other store on Main needs a new night manager and is training someone. They asked that he work here for a shift so he sees a broader range of operations. Let me introduce you to Sebastian.”

Sebastian steps forward. Oh, lord. Sebastian is from my high school. Can you say Greek god! Literally, a Greek god. 

Sebastian Tzortzis. He and I had Honors English, history and gym classes together last year. 

We aren’t part of the same group. I’m not part of any group. We had been assigned an occasional project together over the years of school. But then there was gym class! Gym class — I hated gym class but loved looking.  

In gym classes in Grand Valley, you change into workout clothes in a locker room at the start of class. At the end, you take a shower in a communal area and switch back to your regular clothes. Gym class was a non-stop porn movie for my horny teenage brain. And that made Sebastian a frequent jerk-off fantasy of mine. 

The last time I saw him naked was at the end of our junior year some four months ago. His image is burned into my mind. I’d say that he’s 6’’, 170, curly black hair, brown eyes and a body to die for. He doesn’t go out for organized sports, but is often at the gym or doing pick-up basketball. 

My cock twitches. 

I remember his chest — smooth with nice nipples. I remember his flat, defined abs and a treasure trail headed down to a black forest and a large, cut cock hanging over a tight ball sac. His legs were hairier than most of the other boys. I notice now that his forearms have more hair than last spring.

The gym teacher made us sit in the locker room alphabetically. So Sebastian Tzortzis and Matt Wynn were next to each other. 

Every day for a semester, I had to endure him pulling down his briefs and putting on a jock strap at the start of class. Yes, jock straps were mandatory. After our class workout, there was watching him undress and wrap a towel around himself to shower. That was followed by the shower itself. Finally, there was him drying off and redressing. 

It took all my will power to avoid a hard-on during all of this, every day, Monday through Friday, for an entire semester. There were other hot guys among our class, but he was right next to me and a true beauty.

Sebastian would usually turn his back to me to undress and re-dress. So, I saw his ass a lot more than his dick. Firm, tight ass cheeks. I managed peeks at his cock, usually in the shower but occasionally up close in the locker room.

It would drive me insane when he’d take soap and lather his body before stepping under the overhead spray to rinse off — arms raised, pits showing, slicking the soap out of his hair and water rolling over his pubes and cock.

I don’t think he ever clocked me looking. This year, we have two classes together — government and Honors English. Gym class is an elective for seniors, and I was not interested. Yeah, I would have been interested in the shower shows, but the workout part... no thanks. 

I need to stop thinking about those memories. I’m hearing Brian speaking again. 

“So, Chris will be showing Sebastian the ropes tonight. Please make sure to give us your top performance. Sebastian needs to see what a great shop we have. We all know we are much better than Main. He can take what he learns here and improve their operations. Got it? Good. Have a great night everyone.”

Brian leaves, and we head back to our stations. Sebastian grabs my arm and says, “Hey, Matt. I didn’t know you worked here.” 

Chris interrupts. “Oh, you know Matty?” 

Sebastian replies, “Matt? Yeah, we have some classes together.” Chris looks at me and says, “Sebastian and I are great buds. We met at some keggers over the summer and traded dirt on which girls are the most fuckable.” He looks at Sebastian and says, “Matty here pretends to be a prude momma’s boy, but I’ve decided he will be a special project of mine.” 

I groan and reply with a “whatever.” 

The dinner rush comes and goes. I notice Chris and Sebastian in the office together. Sebastian comes out and heads up front. “Chris wants me to lead the food line. He wants to see you for a minute.”

I go to the office and knock. Chris tells me to come in. I open the door. He is leaning against the desk, his cock is out of his pants, it’s semi-soft and he’s stroking it. “Close the door, fag. You have some work to do.”

I pause with my hand on the door.

“Faggot! I told you to get in here. Do what you were born to do — suck dick. Or… I can have a talk with Sebastian. What do you think life will be like at Cleveland if everyone knows you’re some sort of homosexual cock-sucker. Get the fuck on your knees!”

I can’t imagine the thought of school where everyone thinks I’m gay. I was bullied in junior high just for not being outgoing. Being labeled gay in high school in Grand Valley. That would be unbearable.

Chris knows I can't say no. He drops his pants and briefs and sits down in the office chair like the last time. I give in. I get down on my knees and take his cock in my hands. 

I’ve barely opened my mouth when Chris pulls my hands roughly away. He grabs my head and shoves his hard cock down my throat. My nose is embedded in his pubes, and I am gagging. I was not ready for his cock all at once. 

He pushes my head down harder. The gagging is causing my stomach to churn. I feel puke building up and struggle not to throw up. 

“Listen, bitch. I don’t appreciate you giving me blue balls. When I want my dick sucked, you suck it. Tap my knee if you understand me.” 

I tap one of his knees. He releases my head. I raise off his dick and regain my breath. The fluids I was about to hurl return to my stomach. 

Chris looks down at me and grips my chin “So, why did you come to the office, Matty? What did you want to ask me?” 

I sigh. I understand what my answer has to be. “I wanted to ask you if I could suck your cock?” 

“Say please. Polite people say please. If you really wanted it, you would say please,” Chris says. 

“Please, may I suck your cock?” 

“There. See… We have an understanding. You're my bitch. Yes, your faggot mouth can suck my cock.”

I work away at his dick. Licking, sucking, kissing it. Caressing his balls. I think I’m getting better. I use more saliva and press my lips tightly around his shaft as I move up and down it. Sometimes, I stop and concentrate just on the head with quick, popping movements up and over it with lots of tongue thrown in. I make sure to take his whole cock in my mouth frequently. 

I hear his breathing begin to change like it did the first time. I then feel his body tighten. 

“Yeah. That’s it. I’m going to shoot. Swallow it! Bitch, I said swallow it!” He moans. A geyser of cum begins flowing into my mouth. 

The office door opens as I swallow. Chris places his hands firmly on my head so I can’t lift up. I look out the corner of my eye as I drink in his cum. It’s Sebastian. 

“Chris… It’s been 30 minutes. I came back as you asked.” As he was speaking, Sebastian sees what we are doing. He stops cold. “Oh… Umm… Sorry… Should I leave?” He stumbles for words as he absorbs the scene. 

Chris releases my head. I’m beet-red as I ingest the last drops of cum and remove my mouth from his cock. I’m so embarrassed. 

Chris stands and pulls up his underwear and pants. He laughs and pats my head. 

“It’s become one of our management benefits here — a faggot cock-sucker for use. Why jerk off when you can get sucked? Take him for a spin. My treat to you for making manager.”

Sebastian glances back and forth from me to Chris. He says he’ll pass. 

Chris' response: “I insist. Matty here loves this part of his job. Didn’t you see how he downed my load. You told me earlier you were horny and that the girl you’re dating will only give you a hand job. This little bitch boy will take care of you.”

Before Sebastian can respond, Chris pushes past him. He closes the door behind himself, telling Sebastian to have fun.

I’m still on my knees. I’m at a loss for words and stare up at Sebastian. I start to say, “I’m not sucking…”

But Sebastian interrupts. 

“Matt, Chris is an ass. We did meet over the summer and hung out a little, but we aren’t friends. I’m humoring him tonight about our friendship because I need his report on my work so my promotion is finalized.”

He pauses. 

“But this? This is fucked up."

He pauses again. I notice an outline of his cock forming in the fabric of his pants.

"Yeah, I’m horny and would love a blowjob. You? I think down deep you want to do this. I’m pretty sure you’ve thought about it a lot. You don’t think I noticed you checking me out all the time in gym class?”

He smiles and lightly prods my crotch with the tip of one shoe.

“You kind of owe me. You got free shows five days a week for a whole semester, after all.” 

Sebastian has a strange persuasiveness to his voice. I nod. 

Sebastian removes his pants. He is now standing there in his manager’s polo and white briefs. His cock bulges further against the fabric. 

“Why don't you take my briefs off and do what you’ve been wanting to do?"

I scoot over and remove his briefs. I run my hands up and down his thighs and calves, feeling the movement of his hair as I go. I let out a moan as I reach up and caress his cock and run my thumb over its head. I look up and make eye contact with him. 

“It’s waiting for you,” he says. 

His cock is hardening in my hand. It continues to grow — lengthening and thickening. I let out a gasp. I had only seen it soft before. There were rumors I overheard among girls about Sebastian, but I assumed that was just talk. Sebastian laughs. He knows what I was thinking. 

“Yeah, you’re in for a challenge. If the only cock you’ve sucked is Chris’, then brace yourself. There is this one girl who has been with both Chris and me. She told me he doesn’t measure up. Chris is right that my current girlfriend won't go further than a hand job. I think there is a reason. She told me that she’s petrified by the size.”

He’s fully hard now. His cock is about an inch larger than mine. I’m guessing nearly 8 1/2. He’s thicker than me, too. 

“Come on, Matt,” Sebastian says encouragingly. “As the doctor says, open wide.”

I start. After all, it’s a cock that I’ve longed after. God, the countless times I’ve jerked off thinking about this piece of man meat. 

I run my tongue around the enlarged head and press my lips over it, pulling back with a pop before sucking it back in. I take a couple long, slow licks up and down the shaft. 

“Oh, fuck,” Sebastian says. “That’s good. You’re doing great.”

Then, I take my tongue and lick his inner thighs and suck on his nuts as I stroke his cock. The taste of Sebastian’s sweat turns me on and makes me shiver. I wish I could see all of his body. 

“You’re right, Sebastian,” I say. “I have wanted this.”

As I suck his nuts, I move a hand from his pubes up to his navel. I slowly trace my way down the trail of hair with my forefinger. There is a larger trail now than what I remember from gym class. It’s matured into a larger pyramid going downward.

I’m obsessed with sucking his nuts. They are large and currently nestled fairly close into his body. I focus on them while running a thumb around his cock head. 

Sebastian is moaning. He moves a hand down to the top of my head. I get the message and turn my mouth’s attention to his large cock. As I switch focus, I run my tongue over his nuts and up from the bottom of the shaft to the tip of his head and kiss it, puckering my lips around it.  

“Don’t worry,” Sebastian says. “Do what you can, but let’s push your limits as well.”

I let go of the dick with my hands and begin taking it in my mouth. I now take ahold of his ass cheeks. 

I always loved the sight of them and want to feel their firmness. I use them to steady myself as I start to move my lips up and down the shaft. I feel a light coat of hair on his ass cheeks. I don’t remember seeing that in gym class.

I really want to move my hands in between the cheeks and explore further. I decide that might be too far. 

I have 5 inches of Sebastian’s cock in my mouth. It feels like much more because of the girth. I move my lips over the shaft as I lube it with my saliva. I begin alternating with gripping it in my lips and brushing my lips along along it. 

“Oh, yeah. Fuck,” Sebastian says. He runs his hands through my hair, guiding but not pushing my head. 

I start a good rhythm. Eventually, I go deeper and hold there. I get 6 inches in. I restart my rhythm and go deeper to get close to 7. 

I don’t think I can go deeper. There is no way it can fit. I'm imagining the headline in the Grand Valley Tribune: "17-year-old dies, impaled by penis." Sebastian looks down and says, “You can do it. Let go of my butt. Lock your hands behind your back. I’ll lead you.” 

I do as he says. He grips my head tighter in his hands. He pushes his cock into me until I begin to gag. He quickly pulls backward at the sound. I take in a breath through my nose and he pushes forward a little further. I start to gag, and he immediately pulls back again. 

We align my breaths and his thrusts. I’ve managed to relax my throat. WIth the next thrust, I find my nose implanted deep in his dark black pubes. Sebastian holds me there and says, “See. All in. Unlock your hands now and play with my nuts.” I take in a deep breath of his scent. My cock reacts by pushing even harder against my pants, begging to be freed.

Sebastian gets into a pace of slow thrusts in and out. He rarely pushes all the way in. His breathing becomes labored and then he lets out a grunt and a “FUCK!” followed by a louder grunt. His hips make a couple last reflexive thrusts.

My mouth fills with sweet-tasting cum. Sebastian pulls out and begins jerking his cock. Another load fires onto my forehead and into the front of my hair. That’s followed by shots that coat areas around my eyes, nose and cheeks. Streams of cum are rolling down my face. 

Sebastian is panting. I run my hands over his abs. They are so tight, and right now, so very sweaty. 

He messes up my hair, rubbing in his cum. He runs a couple fingers over my face collecting the loads he deposited there. He presents his cum-covered fingers to me. 

“Do you want this?” he asks. 

“Definitely,” I reply. 

I lick the cum off his fingers. My hands run over his thighs and ass. His body is gorgeous. I don’t want to stop touching it. He pushes his forefinger in and out of my mouth, replaying the blowjob on a smaller scale. 

He finally removes his finger and pulls me to my feet. He cups his hand around my cock and balls, locks eyes with me and says, “That was amazing, Matt. Thank you. I wouldn’t have thought a guy could get me off like that. I'd do this every day if it weren’t for the fact that I'm totally turned on by women and love fucking pussy.” 

He looks at the office door. I sense his thoughts are returning to work. “I’m going to have to thank Chris. Sorry, but you know what I need to say.” I nod.

Sebastian puts on his pants. I look down at the floor and see his briefs still laying there. Sebastian gives a sly smile — “Keep them. Maybe you’d like something new to clean up with after jerk-off sessions.” 

We linger for a moment. Then, the door behind Sebastian is pushed open. Sebastian steps aside, and Chris enters. “How was it? Did my little bitch perform well?” 

Sebastian replies, “I gave him some training as a cum dump. He could use more work on taking big cocks. He struggled, but I think he's getting the hang of it. I guess you didn’t have the equipment to train him properly.”

Chris’ response: “Fuck off. You have a tiny dick.” 

I manage to suppress a laugh, but Sebastian releases a chuckle and says to me, “Matt, you can clock out. I think you’ve had enough work for one night.”