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

It’s the next day, Tuesday. I’m walking into Government class, and Sebastian is standing outside the door talking to a couple girls. 

He looks at me and say, “Hey, Matt.” I reply with a “Hi, there” and keep walking. Sebastian yells out, “Come over here, Matt.” I join him and the girls. “I just wanted to thank you for the help yesterday,” he says. “Glad to do it,” I reply. The four of us chat for a couple minutes about school and movies and music. 

After school, I head home, study for a while and change for work. Naked, I check myself out in the mirror. I look over my shoulder down at my ass and try to imagine what the scene looked like as Reggie first penetrated it. I turn around and face the mirror and stare at my crotch. I run my hand over my dick and wish there was someone to suck it. It grows in anticipation of me jerking off, but I decide I need to dress and go. 

The shift schedule tonight listed Chris as the manager so I brace myself for anything to happen. 

I walk into Taco Casa with Shawn. Chris yells out, “Team Fag Boy is here! It’ll be a fun night.” He realizes Shawn has a better-fitting uniform. “Roo, that’s too baggy. You could fit a baby roo under that shirt. We need to find something better.” He takes Shawn into the storage room and closes the door. 

Shawn exits in the tight-fitting clothes he originally wore. 

“Hey, Tracy,” Chris says. “Come check out the bootie on this bitch boy. The ass is bigger than yours. Your boyfriend might like it better. Bet the pussy is tighter, too.” She replies, “Chris, enough!” Tracy and I walk to the front and take our assigned places. Chris laughs. 

The dinner rush is over when I hear Chris yelling my name from the office. I grown and head back. I go into the office to find Chris, pants off, stretched back in the chair stroking himself. His legs are spread. His balls look large hanging low in the sac. He wags his hard-on at me and says, “He’s waiting for you.”

I sigh. 

“Don’t piss me off,” Chris says. “You’re eager for my cum. If we sold a taco with cum sauce, you’d be a fat little faggot. So get your mouth over here.”

I lower myself to my knees in front of Chris and flick my tongue up the shaft before sucking softly on the head. 

It’s a nice piece of cock even if it does belong to Chris. This is the fifth time I’ve had it in my mouth in the past month. I’ve grown to know it well — the size and shape of the head, the outline of the ridge, the softness of glands, the stretch of skin underneath, its slit, the firmness of the shaft, its veins, the forest of brown hair above it. I’ve learned what it likes and how to best to make it respond.

I remove the cock from my mouth and wrap my hand around it. I lightly, slowly stroke up and down feeling every inch and detail. 

“Damn,” Chris says. “The best decision I ever made was to turn you into my personal cock-sucker.”

I dip my head down and suck one of his nuts into my mouth. I think of the different sizes I’ve played with recently. Chris’ are smaller than Reggie’s, but larger than Grant’s. Probably the size of mine and Sebastian’s. I spend some time playing and caressing his nuts with my tongue and lips. 

I think about the cum that has come out of all of them. Why is it that I want to drink up all they have to offer. Am I the fag that Chris says I am? 

“You like those big bad balls, don’t you” Chris says. “Bigger than your tiny, fag nuts. Can you even cum with the tiny things you have?” He takes hold of his dick and smacks it into my face a couple times. “Tell me what you want.”

I look up at Chris. “I want to suck your cock.” 

“God damn. You’re a pathetic slut. Suck it, bitch,” he says. I’ve become oblivious to Chris’ trash-talking. It’s noise. I just like the cock and the cum. I lick the pre-cum dripping from the head, surround my mouth around it and begin long, steady strokes up and down the shaft. 

Chris is moaning. He runs his hands through my hair and then takes hold of some of it to push my head down. He bucks his hips upward to get extra depth in my throat. I’m coating his cock in saliva. He’s close to ejaculating. My nose is buried in his pubes as he thrusts.

But then there is pounding at the door. 

Chris lets go of my head and pushes me back. “What is it” he yells. Andrew is outside, but the door is locked. Andrew says, “Ryan said to tell you that Stephanie is here with her family. They are ordering dinner.” 

Andrew is a regular night shift employee. 

Like Shawn, Ryan, Tracy, me and every other employee, Andrew is subject to Chris’ abuse. For him, it’s often worse. Andrew is Asian-American, and Chris loves racist comments on top of calling every male a fag, a cock-sucker and any other sexual term he can imagine. 

Andrew’s dad was in the military stationed in Japan and married there. Andrew is a junior at my high school, Cleveland. He has short dark black hair, brown eyes, copper skin and a swimmer’s build. I’ve particularly like checking out his small, tight ass when we work together. 

“Fuck!” Chris screams and jumps up. 

Cum starts dripping from a softening dick. No orgasm, just a steady stream of cum gurgling out and landing in his underwear on floor. I just witnessed a ruined orgasm.

Stephanie is the regional manager of Taco Casa. She’s a terror, heavy on corporate rules, health standards, cleanliness, punctuality and those type of things. When she shows up at a store even just for dinner, a nightmare often ensues. 

And she has long targeted Chris. Longer-time employees tell me that one night over a year ago, she arrived a half-hour before closing and found Chris had started major clean-up operations that are to occur only after closing. She fired him on the spot and took over the shift. They told me that Brian later persuaded her to let Chris return with a written warning. 

“Tell Ryan that I’m coming up. Clean up as much as possible but don’t look like you’re reacting to her. 

Chris grabs his underwear and pulls them on, noticing too late that he deposited a load of cum there. It smears against his cock and butt. “Damn it,” he shouts. He puts on the rest of his clothes and runs a hand through his hair. I’m up as well. 

“Get the fuck out of here and get to work, damn it,” Chris says to me. 

Stephanie’s family is eating, but she is behind the counter. She is checking the temperature of the meat and bean warming bins with a thermometer. She seems satisfied, but is now glaring at Chris. 

“And where exactly were you Mr. Mattias? There were customers waiting. The manager should come upfront and help clear any backup. It was a basic part of your manager training. And look at yourself. Your shirt is untucked. Shirts must be tucked in. And please explain to me the dress of that employee on the drink station.” 

She is pointing at Shawn. “Those clothes are ridiculously tight. I’m not running a strip club, Mr. Mattias. This is a family place. It’s your responsibility to ensure your crew is dressed properly. It’s in the manual.” 

Chris tucks in his shirt as he stutters out an apology. He glares at Shawn. “I told you those clothes were too small. Go put something normal on,” he yells. Shawn runs to the back of the store to change.

Stephanie’s attention is now on the cold food section of the service line. She removes the bin of lettuce and then the bin of tomatoes next to it. The compartment underneath is less than half-full of ice. 

“Mr. Mattias, there is insufficient ice in here to keep these items cold. Are you trying to get us cited by the Health Department? I have a reputation to maintain. I operate clean restaurants. I’m not going to allow you tarnish that.” 

She moves to the cash register that Tracy is operating and opens the money drawer. 

The bills are a mess. Policy is that all bills should face same direction so they’re are easy to count and none are misplaced. Stephanie grabs Tracy’s $1s and flips through them. Some are front up, some back up, some face right and other left. She returns them to the drawer, grabs the $5s and thumbs them more slowly. She finds a $10 amid them. 

“Mr. Mattias, look at this.”

She heads to the food prep/kitchen area where I am. “Mr. Wynn, how are you?” 

“Good evening, Mrs. Reinholt. I’m doing well.” 

I met Stephanie several times over the summer. Brian, the store manager, had moved me to the day shift for a month while several of his regular daytime employees took vacation. She would visit to discuss store operations with Brian. She also knows my sister from the YMCA, where they both take their young kids for swim classes.

“What’s your job tonight, Mr. Wynn?” I reply food prep and kitchen clean-up. Part of me wants to say “… and giving Chris a blowjob.” 

She grimaces. 

"Mr. Mattias, I happen to know that Mr. Wynn is one of this store’s better cashiers and linemen. Why is he washing dishes and cutting onions when you have people up front who can’t keep their cash register or the service line in proper order?”

Chris lies and tells her that I was late to work and he had to improvise. 

“I doubt that, Mr. Mattias. If Mr. Wynn had a habit of showing up late, Brian would have fired him this summer. Don’t bother creating a new excuse. This has been an enlightening evening. I’ll discuss what I’ve observed with Brian. Thank you.”

Chris is bright red and has his teeth clinched. He lets out a litany of curse words under his breath once Stephanie rejoins her family. He stands at the head of the service line until the family leaves. He then goes to the office and slams the door. 

A half-hour goes by before he re-opens the door. He hollers for Ryan to join him. 

Ryan is a senior at Chris’ high school. He is tall, lean and athletic. He has wavy sandy brown hair with a hint of auburn red. It’s always blown-dried and styled into a glamour shot photo look. Most noticeable are his penetrating green eyes and fulsome lips. He is hot and he knows it. The talk at the store is that he is sleeping his way through Roosevelt High. 

After 15 minutes, Chris calls me to join them. Chris is seated at the office desk, and Ryan is leaning on a file cabinet. 

“You’re quite the teacher’s pet, aren’t you?” Chris sneers. “Pathetic little bitch.”

“What did I do?” I ask. 

Chris scowls at me. “What did you do? It’s brown-nosers like you that give everyone else a bad name.”

He mocks my earlier greeting to Stephanie using a high-pitched voice. “Good evening, Mrs. Reinholt. I’m doing well.”

He continues: “You probably talk shit about me as you lick her nasty pussy. You need to learn your place. I’ve been trying to educate you. Ryan is an expert on training bitches, and he’s agreed to help.”

Ryan is massaging his crotch. I’ve often wondered what he’s packing down there. 

I interrupt. “What are you talking about, Chris. I did nothing wrong tonight. I can’t help what Stephanie thinks of you.”

“Shut up, bitch,” he screams. “Ryan, I’ve been training Matty to understand that his role is to serve his superiors. I thought turning him into a cock-sucker would be a perfect educational path. A mouthful of cock tends to keep a bitch quiet. Can you reenforce my lessons?”

Ryan looks me over and smiles. 

“Maybe cock-sucking isn’t enough. A good ass-fucking might make him understand who is in charge. Have you tried that?”

Chris replies no. “I’ve only started with him. Matty has a virgin pussy. Do what you want.”

I guess Reggie and Grant didn’t tell Chris everything we did Friday night in the bathroom. I interject. “Nobody is going to fuck me.”

“After what I’ve been through tonight, I wouldn’t test me if I were you,” Chris sneers. “If Ryan wants to fuck you, you are going to pucker that little pussy of yours and let him. You’re my little fag toy as long as I want you to be my fag toy.”

Ryan laughs. Chris unlocks the back door. I hesitate but relent as Ryan leads me out and steers me into the men’s bathroom. Inside, Ryan says, “I’ve never trained a fag before. This is going to be fun.” 

He leans against the door and tells me to strip to my underwear. I do as I’m told. Shirt. Shoes. Pants. Socks. I’m down to my briefs. 

There I am. Hairless chest. A little bit of brown pit hair. No abs, but I’m not fat either. There is a hint of a treasure trail heading down from my navel. My arms are smooth. My thighs and calves have grown some hair. My cock is twitching and leaking in my briefs. 

I cover my crotch. Ryan approaches, pushes my hands aside and lock eyes with me. 

He runs a hand down my chest to my navel. He then takes one of my nipples in between his fingers and begins twisting, pinching and pulling at it. It becomes more and more tender. I jerk away; he simply smiles. He starts doing the same with my other nipple. Soon, both are raw, red and sticking out farther from my chest. 

While I whimper at the pain, my dick hardens in my briefs and is tenting against the fabric. What he’s doing hurts, but it’s arousing me in ways I don’t understand.

Ryan leans in. I feel his warm breath against my ear and neck as he whispers, “Does that turn you on?” He twists and pinches my nipples more.

I squirm and moan his name.

He laughs. “Now, drop the underwear.” I do as I’m told and my dick pops out to attention — 7 1/2 inches of erectness jutting out from me. “Damn, it does turn you on. You’re a sick a little slut.  Guess you’re ready for more.” 

He grabs my nuts and fondles them. I moan again. He tightens his hold, pressing and pulling on them. He next pops one and then the other in and out of a vice created by his thumb and forefinger. It’s increasingly painful. My cock is leaking lots of pre-cum in response, but I plead for him to stop. 

“Stop?” he asks, again whispering in my ear. “Sluts really have no use for balls. These are the only balls you need.” He takes my hand and runs it over his crotch.

He bats at my nuts with an open hand a couple times. He stops and take a strong grip of my ball sac. My nuts are pressed as tightly as possible together and straining against the skin of the sac encompassing them. He then yanks them away from my body as far as possible.

I let out a loud yelp. It’s as if he is trying to force my balls to burst out of the sac.

He jerks me off for a couple minutes and then whispers, “I want you to count off. Lose count, and we start over. Scream, and we start over.”

He lets go of my cock. My nuts are still in his grip as he raises his free hand and smacks them with his palm. I swallow a scream and manage to stutter, “One.” 

My balls are in agony as we get to 5. I can’t hold back a scream. “We’re starting over,” Ryan says. 

Smack! 

“One,” I stammer. Eighteen more strokes follow — some hard, some light, some to the side, some straight on. I’m panting and my eyes are watering as I let out, “20.” 

Ryan lets go of my balls and  notices I never lost my erection. He strokes my dick and whispers to me, “You are quite the fag. I need to thank Chris for the chance to do things I’ve always wondered about.”

I lean over, trying to catch my breath. Who knew Ryan had such a sadistic side. He comes across so straight-laced. I wonder if this turns him on.

He moves behind me. He runs his hand down the spine of my back, over the curve of my rear and then into my ass checks. He fingers my hole. I feel his face stubble pressed against my cheek and his breath in my ear. “This little pussy is going to get opened.” 

He steps away and tells me to kneel with my hands behind my back. He pulls his shirt over his head. His pits have thick brown hair. His upper chest is freckled with hair growing around his nipples. His body is fit, but not to the point of a six-pack. A trail of auburn brown hair runs down into his pants. 

He strips off the rest of his clothes. A brown bush sits above his erect cock. It’s about 7 inches and has a distinct upward curve. 

He tells me to crawl over and start “sucking and licking.” I scoot across to him and lean in to his penis. But Ryan says, “I meant my feet.”

He raises his right foot back onto its heel and wiggles his toes. I hesitate and ask if he is serious. He says we can go back to the ball-smacking if I prefer. I run my tongue over the underside of the uplifted part of his foot. 

His feet are ripe, smelling from a day at school, exercise and work. I next run my tongue of the top of the foot — from the toes over the ridge up to his ankle where the hair on his legs begin. 

Ryan has beautiful, hairy legs. I had seen them a couple times over the summer when he came for lunch wearing shorts. I wish I could massage them and lick my way up them. Instead, I take his big toe and suck it like I would his dick. I do the same on each of the other toes. 

“You’re such a pervert,” Ryan says. He lowers his right foot down and raises up the left onto its heel. I repeat my performance. 

Ryan’s cock is dripping pre-cum as he talks. “I think it’s time that you demonstrate the oral skills that Chris has you learning. Mouth only. Keep your hands behind your back.”

I look at his cock. Two large veins run around the shaft. His dick is thinner than mine, as is his head. His balls are taunt in the sac. Fine brown hair covers them. 

I start to lick the head and shaft, but Ryan grabs my head and thrusts himself inside. 

I gag at the suddenness of cock filling my mouth and the adjustment I need to account for its curve. He holds me down with his cock implanted as far in me as possible. I’m covering the cock in spit and the juices coming up from the depths of my throat.

Ryan ends the forced deep-throating, but he continues to holds my head in place and begins rhythmic thrusts. He’s moving in and out at a steady pace. My lips are pressed against the shaft and I’m using my tongue to further stimulate him. He’s moaning more and more. 

Ryan realizes he is close and pulls out. “I can’t let that happen yet,” he says. He slaps my face hard with his cock and says, “I’m going to fuck you now.” 

I stammer and ask if he has anything for lube. “Do I look like I have lube on me?” Ryan asks. “You going to ask me to rim your ass next? Stupid fag. Your spit will have to do. Hurry up.”

I spit onto my fingers, reach around and use the spit to open my asshole some. It’s not lubing me much. At first, my asshole is tight and unyielding to my touch. Since the fucking I took from Reggie, I’ve been trying to learn how to relax the muscles better. I take control my breathing and push the first finger in and then the second trying to prepare for Ryan’s dick. I fill my throat with saliva and take his cock back in my mouth to coat it more.

“On your back,” Ryan says. “I want to see your face as I break you in.”

I lie down on the floor. Ryan grabs my legs and spreads them around his torso. He maneuvers his cock head to the entrance of my ass and pushes forward. I let out loud groans and try to relax. His head pops in, followed by the first couple inches. He’s much smaller than Reggie, but it hurts more without any real lube. 

He grabs my wrists, holding me down, and picks up his momentum to deeper thrusts. His face is right above mine and he is smiling as he watches me make constant grunts and moans. 

“Fuck. That’s a tight ass. Take my dick, bitch,” Ryan says. “Tell me how much you like that dick in you. Tell me!” 

His fucking is mind-blowing. His cock is raking my prostate with each stroke, and it’s driving me wild. Ryan knows what he’s doing and how to do it well. 

“Fuck me. Fuck me more. Please, fuck me,” I say. 

I glance from the determined look on his face down to his chest. It’s glistening with sweat as he plows away at my ass. Pre-cum from my cock has dripped across my belly. I wish I could jerk off as Ryan fucks me, but I cannot do that as he has maintained a firm grip on my wrists. 

He pounds on and on. I wonder how long he can keep up this pace before he shoots. 

Ryan releases my wrists and straightens up onto his knees. He keeps thrusting into me using just his hips. He is catching his breath with the slower pace and holding off ejaculating. Ryan reaches down and begins playing gently with my nuts. 

“Yeah, bitch, I’m in control. Your ass is mine. Your balls are mine,” he says. He looks down and watches his cock move in and out of my ass. “Your little pussy is getting ruined. You should see how it’s opened to take my cock.”

Ryan grabs my legs by my ankles and pushes them forward until my ass is lifted in the air and my legs over my head. He pulls his cock almost out of my ass and shoves it in all the way. He begins drilling downward into me, like a piston in an engine. 

I’m loudly moaning and yelling “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” My toes curl. I reach to stroke my cock, but Ryan shouts for me not to do so. 

He lets go of my ankles but keeps my legs on his shoulders as he fucks me on and on. He repositions occasionally to get better thrusting. Sometimes, he moves from his knees to a push-up stance to drive himself in. His balls are slapping against my ass. 

His cock continues to hit my prostate. I let out moans of ecstasy. 

“Tell me whose bitch you are?” he says.  I respond, “I’m your bitch. Fuck me.”

My cock is engorged. I feel my load building up toward release. 

I squirm and tense for an oncoming explosion. I run my hands down his arms positioned on either side of my chest. I feel his tensed biceps and then take hold of his wrists as my load builds to a climax. It’s going to be massive. 

“No!” Ryan shouts. He stops fucking. He reaches down and pinches my shaft hard. It stops my ejaculation.

“You’ll shoot when I want you to shoot,” Ryan says. “Time to switch up some any way.” 

He pulls his cock out. My ass feels wide and empty as it adjusts to the absence of Ryan’s dick. Ryan tells me to get onto my hands and knees. 

I roll over and position myself as instructed. He gets on his knees and pushes my legs apart. He rubs his cock against at my sphincter, grabs me by my hips and thrusts forward. I grunt as his cock re-enters me. 

Ryan begins steady thrusts. He sometimes lets go of my hips, slows his pace and watches his cock enter and exit. 

He leans over me and whispers that he owns my pussy. It’s become a slow, grinding fuck. He eventually pushes me downward flat onto the floor and continues to thrust into me, the sweat from his chest merging with mine from my back. 

Then, we hear the door to the bathroom open. It’s Andrew. 

“Hey, Ryan,” Andrew says casually. “Business is slow. Chris thought you might want some help.”

Ryan pulls out of me and looks at Andrew. “Sure. We could spit roast him. You up for a blowjob?”

Andrew replies, “Hell, yeah. I always want to cum.” Andrew and Ryan share a laugh as Andrew disrobes. He has a hairless body, except for his pubes. His cock is soft when he undresses. It grows as he strokes it. 

Ryan asks, “Honestly, have you been sucked off before?” Andrew blushes and acknowledges the furthest he has ever made it with a girl is a hand job.

“You need to tell me when you’re about to cum. I want to fill him end to end at the same time.”

Damn, I think, just how many cocks am I going to have tonight? Still, Andrew’s arrival has given me a chance to catch my breath. 

“Get in position again on all fours. Pretend like you’re a bitch in heat,” Ryan says. 

He presses the head of cock back against my tender hole. I’ve lost track of time over the duration of Ryan’s intense sex session. 

Andrew steps in front of my face. His dick is about 6 inches in length. I slather it with saliva and begin to suck it. I sniff his pubes as I take the first taste of his young cock in my mouth.

Ryan teases my hole by beginning to push in but he instead stop and withdraws. He finally presses his head inside and fucks just the sphincter. It’s causing me to make extreme gasps. I’m awash with feelings in my mouth and ass at the same time. 

Ryan pushes all the way in and begins fucking for real again. His thrusts are aggressive this time, pushing and pulling me so I’m also face-fucking Andrew. Andrew grips the sides of my head and lets out a deep moan, enjoying the feel of a mouth around his cock for the first time. 

Ryan begins jerking me off as he fucks my ass. He gets me close to cumming, only to stop jerking me off and squeeze my nuts tightly. My yell is muffled by Andrew’s cock sliding in and out of my mouth. 

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Ryan says as he continues to fuck me. “Did my little bitch want to cum?”

He waits a minute and starts stroking my cock again. I get close to cumming. And again, he stops and squeezes my nuts. “So, close,” he laughs. 

His stroking soon resumes again — but very lightly this time. His hand is barely touching my shaft. I buck my hips to try to get more friction from his hand. That results in me tightening my hole around his cock. 

“Yeah, bitch, squeeze my dick in your ass,” Ryan says. “Show me how much you want it.”

Andrew is clearly horny given his constant moaning. His balls are slapping against my chin. He has ahold of my head as Ryan sets the course and pace from behind. Andrew thrusts his hips into my face, trying to push himself deeper into my mouth.

“Ryan, I… I’m… I’m close…,” Andrew says. 

Ryan responds, “Hold up.” 

“I’m trying. Please…”

Ryan shifts from his slow, steady grinding of my ass. He grabs both my hips and begins fucking me deep and fast. My ass is on fire from the hard fuck. Andrew shouts, “Ryan, I can’t stop!” Ryan replies: “Shoot! Shoot nowI”

At that moment, Andrew explodes in my mouth. Thick cum rolls across my tongue and down my throat. Ryan makes one final thrust and fires his load in my ass. At that point, jets of cum also begin shooting from my cock.

They both pull out. Ryan says, “Damn, that was hot!! Now, you need to clean our cocks.” 

I rise up. I take Andrew’s cock and balls in my hands for the first time. I lick the head and shaft and play with his nuts as he softens. I turn to Ryan. His cock is wet with cum and ass juices. I take it and clean it as well. 

I’m still on my knees, catching my breath and taking stock of my sore ass. Ryan sees my cum on my chest and floor. “I told you I’d own your cock. You’ll be begging me to fuck you so you can shoot like that again.”

The two of them dress. Andrew turns away from me and dresses, but that gives me an amazing look at his ass. Ryan, on the other hand, keeps eye contact with me as he puts his clothes on. 

“Don’t sit there too long. I’m sure Chris expects you to close tonight,” he says.

They leave. My ass feels both painful and empty. My balls ache. My mouth and throat feel abused. I lie back on the floor and play with my dick. I think of the hottest parts of the night, ignoring the parts that I hated. And I think what it would be like if I were the one fucking Andrew’s cute butt or if Ryan’s lips were sucking on my dick. I shoot a huge load.

I clean up, dress and go in. The remainder of my shift is spent with just the three of them. I spend the next hour chagrined as Ryan and Andrew share tales of their experience with Chris to his amusement.