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

I had mom call the school on Wednesday and say I was sick. I told her I had an upset stomach, rather than an abused asshole and some aching balls. Dad was out of town on a job in a nearby small town and mom went to work as a cashier at the downtown department store, so I was home alone. Needless to say, I jerked off a couple times in between reading and watching daytime TV.

I had so much pent-up cum to release. I always thought Ryan was super sexy so I stroked to my memories of him fucking me. And, I have a thing for Andrew’s ass. I only got to look at it briefly, but I imagine fucking it like Ryan did me. 

I thought about staying home Thursday as well, but told mom that I was better. At school, I ran into Sebastian on the way into our English class. 

“Hey there, Matt,” Sebastian calls out while again talking to a bunch of girls. I head over and say hi. He adds, “My dad told me that he and mom are going to New York in a week. He has meetings, and they are taking some time together to see some shows and go out for dinner. I will have the house to myself. What about the boys’ night you wanted that weekend?” 

One of the girls, Jamie, jumps in, “That sounds fun! Party at Seb’s!” Sebastian gives her a stern gaze and replies that he promised me a boys’ night, not a kegger for the entire school. 

“So?” he asks me. My imagination is running wild at Sebastian fulfilling the second part of his promise. I blew him in the restroom last week, but only after he agreed to an intimate session that involved me worshipping his gorgeous body. 

I shifted my stance to hide my hardening dick. “Yeah, that’s good for me.” 

Sebastian says we can finalize plans closer to the date. “Sorry, girls. This is a night exclusively for Matt.” 

The girls sigh, and we head into the classroom. As we do, Andrew walks by and smacks my ass. “Hey, bitch boy.” He walks down the corridor laughing as the girls and Sebastian stare after him. 

Sebastian asks me what that was about. I tell him that Andrew is one of Chris’ favorites and not to worry about it. Sebastian replies, “I’m not cool with someone disrespecting anyone like that.” The girls nod. 

I spent the day debating whether to work that night. I was on the schedule, but Chris was listed as the manager and Ryan and Andrew are named on the shift. I didn’t want to face them, but I decided I need to make money. 

When I arrive at Taco Casa, Chris greets me immediately with a huge dose of fake charm. 

He wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me close to him as he announces, “Brian, I totally get it. Stephanie taught me an important lesson. I need to use employees like Matt where their talents are best suited. I swear to you that I will straighten up and will do that from now on. I actually have learned that Matt has talents that I wasn’t aware of. I’ll utilize them to the best of my ability.”

Brian looks from Chris to me and back. 

He says he hopes Chris is telling the truth because Stephanie, the district manager, was very upset about her inspection. Chris’ hand slides down from my waist and grips my ass cheek. He whispers, “I said I’d use you for your talents. I meant your slut talents, you fucking fag.”

Louder, Chris responds to Brian, “Absolutely, I got you boss. Matt, you and Ryan are on line. Let’s make it a great night!”

Ryan had punched in earlier so I walk up front and join him on the food assembly line. “You OK, Matty,” Ryan asks, patting my ass. “You seem to be having trouble walking.” 

“I bet your jaw hurts, too,” Andrew says from the cash register that he’s standing at. He cups his crotch and says he’s horny and wants another blowjob.

I roll my eyes and tell them that I’m fine.

We’ve completed the evening rush when Chris comes over and rubs my neck. “Matt, join me in the office for a minute. I’d love to run through some things with you.” He squeezes my neck harder and whispers, “It’s payback time.”

I gulp and follow him. He closes the office door behind me, turns around and says, “You’re experienced now. You know what’s expected.” I take off my clothes and cup my hands over my still-soft cock and my balls. 

Chris smirks. 

“What happened with Ryan and Andrew was training. You still haven’t received any punishment for what you did to me. I’m having to be re-educated or some shit like that. They’re still figuring out what that means. What the fuck! You need to be disciplined, and I brought something from our basement at home to help with that.”

He pulls a wooden paddle out of his backpack. It’s flat and wide with some holes in it. I gasp. I’ve never been spanked. My dad and mom didn’t believe in it. 

Chris orders me to bend over the desk. Reluctantly, I do so.

Chris runs his free hand across my smooth ass cheeks. He kicks my legs apart and fondles my balls from behind, causing my cock to respond and harden. His fingers move across the area between my nuts and ass and press against my hole. Chris pushes a finger forward against the ass muscles, I clinch them. He says, “Ryan told me it was tight.”

He steps a couple paces to my side and stretches his arm back for a forward swing with the paddle. “Count off, bitch,” he commands. 

The paddle lands forcefully against both cheeks. I didn’t have a grip on the desk and fly forward, crying out, “One.”

Chris steps forward and rubs my ass cheeks to admire his work. He again fondles my balls. 

Two. Three. Four. Five. He strikes full force each time, as if he is returning a tennis ball.

He stops again. Tears are running down my face. My body is covered in sweat. “Your ass is getting to be a nice shade of red,” Chris announces as he pats it. He again fondles my balls and tugs on my hard cock. “Such a pervert,” he says. “You get hard over a spanking.”

He returns to paddling. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. 

“Your ass has a deep shade of red,” he says. “Maybe even some purple.” He lightly taps the paddle against each cheek. He bends over on top of me, reaches around to stroke my dick and says, “Your cock thinks you need some more punishment. If I spank you long enough, I bet you’d shoot a load.”

He backs up, but shifts to a backhand tennis swing. The next 10 strokes land differently because of the change in swing so my tender ass is enduring pain in different locations.

“Stay there, bitch,” Chris orders as he stops paddling. In the corner of my eye, I see him undressing. His cock is rigid, and he’s applying Vaseline to it. I know what is going to happen next. 

“It’s my turn to have your ass,” Chris says. “I can’t believe I let Ryan pop your cherry.”

He didn’t lube my hole, and I’m having trouble concentrating because of the pain from the paddling. He pushes, but my hole doesn’t give. He tries again to the same effect. 

“Let me in, faggot,” he says as he grabs my hips and shoves forward with all his weight and momentum. His cock makes entry this time. I scream out. 

“Keep quiet or else,” Chris says. He pulls his cock out, grabs his underwear and shoves them in my mouth. He applies some more Vaseline to his cock and shoves himself back into my ass. The extra lube helps open me to his cock.

He thrusts into me and pulls almost out. He grips my thighs and pushes my feet apart, seeking the fullest penetration possible. 

He is slowly pulling out and then roughly slamming all the way into me. I feel his dick sliding against my ass muscles and hitting deep in my body. My groans and grunts are muffled in the underwear. The scents of underwear fill my nostrils. 

Being the third time I’ve been fucked, I get more into the rhythm of being penetrated. I squeeze my ass muscles around Chris’ cock, causing him to moan at the additional tightness. His balls are smacking against my ass on each stroke. 

Chris has been fucking me for a while when he pulls out. 

I look over his sweat-covered body as he searches a basket on top of a small file cabinet for something. He’s back between my legs. He grabs my hands and pins them together and then cuffs them with a zip-tie behind my back. I hear him applying more Vaseline to his cock and feel the head against my hole before he shoves himself into me. 

I have no control, no way to steady myself. I careen forward over the desk with each inward thrust. Chris is pummeling his body into my ass with fast, aggressive, deep strokes.

The thrusts go on and on. Then, he grabs my hair and pulls my head and upper body off the table as he keeps up the rapid, deep fucking. He finally lets go and pushes me hard down against the desk. 

His breathing changes. With a last shove from his hips, Chris buries his cock as deep as possible inside me and fires off his load. The next additional strokes into my ass deposit more cum. He withdraws his dick and wipes it across my ass cheeks. 

Chris bends over above me, his chest lying atop my back and my handcuffed arms. He wraps a hand around my dick and jerks me off. 

I cum quickly. He captures my load in his fist. With his free hand, he pulls his underwear from my mouth and smears my own load across my face, rubbing it into my skin until it’s absorbed. 

“I want you to think of me, your spanking and this fuck every time you cum,” Chris says. 

I drop to the floor. He dresses and tells me to stand. I do. He cuts off the zip-tie and orders me to get to work. 

After composing myself, I leave the office and return to the food line at the front of the store. “Welcome back to work, lover boy,” Ryan says, patting me on the ass as I walk by. I flinch and let out a yelp. “Did Chris fuck your little hole too hard back there,” Ryan sneers. 

Ryan and I make orders for the next hour, until Chris tells me to organize the freezer and clock out when I’m done. I’m moving tubs of beans and beef forward on the shelves by date when Ryan walks in. 

“What?” I ask. 

He presses me against the shelving and leans close to my face like we are going to kiss. He runs the tip of his tongue between his pressed lips as he reaches around me and caresses my ass in his hands. I wince at the touch, but Ryan keeps groping and rubbing my ass.  

“Chris got his turn with you, but I missed you tonight. Tracy was the only one checking me out. I need more attention than that.”

He runs his hand across my face. He then presses a finger over my lips, runs it down my chin and chest and then circling a nipple through my work shirt. 

“I know you want my dick again. I can see it in your eyes,” Ryan says

He steps back against the freezer door, unzips his pants, pulls out his dick and begins stroking it while staring at me. It’s a sexual stare.. His cock is now hard. He motions for me to suck him off.

Ryan has a personality that exudes sex. My dick is twitching back to life. I relent. 

I kneel in front of Ryan and the chilly freezer floor I take his shaft in my hand and begin licking back and forth from the head down to where his dick enters his pants. He lets out a long, deep moan, leans back against the door and runs a hand through his wavy hair as my tongue circles the head and around its rim again and again.

The last time I sucked him, it was largely a face-fuck. This time, Ryan lets me pleasure him. I take his cock in my mouth and run my lips gently up and down over it, wetting it with my saliva and tongue. 

“Mmm. Yeah. That’s it. Suck it,” he says.

I quicken my pace, tighten my lips and begin stroking the bottom of the shaft with my hand. I take his cock deep into my throat. I hold it there, running my tongue over it. Taking his cock out of my mouth, I stroke it with my hand as I lick the head as if it were a lollipop. 

I take it back into my mouth and bob my head up and down it. Ryan’s breath becomes erratic, and he stiffens. I go down deep to receive his load, but he pulls his cock out of my mouth. He pumps it a couple times and lets out a loud grunt. Shot after shot of cum cover my face.

“Fuck, that was good,” he says. He takes a finger, scoops up cum from my face and has me lick it off. He does this again and again until all the cum from my face is gone. 

“Your training is going good,” he says. “Working here suddenly has a lot of perks.” He tucks his cock back in his pants and leaves the freezer. “I’ll send Andrew in. He can’t stop talking about his first blowjob the other night.”

Ryan leaves. I go back to the work I was doing in the freezer when Ryan interrupted me. Andrew walks in with a cocky smirk on his face. 

“Ryan says you want to suck my dick,” he exclaims. “I should charge you for the privilege. It’s great having you so handy.”

Andrew drops his pants and underwear to the floor. His young cock pops to attention. I go back to my knees and now am getting a better look at his body. Sebastian’s and Ryan’s hairy legs turn me on, but so do Andrew’s very smooth legs. 

I didn’t get a chance to taste his nuts during our first time together. I run my tongue and lips over his hairless ball sac and then suck them into my mouth to play with them more. I get them wet with saliva and lightly tug on them as I lick them. I’m slowly stroking Andrew with my hand as I do so. 

“Oh my God,” Andrews moans. “Yes. Yes.”

I turn my attention to his dick and lick up and down the shaft. My hands move to his tiny ass cheeks. I caress and squeeze them. They’re as firm and compact as I thought. I want to know them better. But it freaks Andrew out. 

“Stop touching my ass!” he shouts. “I’m not a fag like you. Don’t think you’re ever going to do anything to my ass.”

I let go of his ass and take hold of his cock again as I lick around the head. “Stop playing around and suck me off,” Andrew demands. 

At six inches, it’s not much of an effort to take all of Andrew into my mouth. I go down deep. My nose is pressed to his pubes, and I coat his cock in saliva. I begin bobbing on it tightly and aggressively. Andrew must feel that I’m too much in charge of this blowjob because despite my own deep-throating of him, he grabs my head and pumps himself into me. 

He is grunting with his thrusts. I begin making slurping sounds with my mouth and throat. Andrew mistakes it for me gagging and begins saying, “Yeah, gag on that dick.” He fucks my face harder. It doesn’t take long for his orgasm to approach. There is no Ryan in the room this time telling him to pace himself. 

Andrew lets out a low scream as he fires a large, tasty load of cum into my mouth. “Fuck!” he yells as he shudders at the final burst of cum exiting his dick. “You’re one good bitch boy for us. You better get use to taking to my dick.”

Andrew pulls up his pants and leaves. Another night at Taco Casa comes to an end.