Joe's Emporium

When my dad got transferred to the head office of the company he worked for, we found ourselves in a new city far north of where we formally lived. My father’s efforts had finally paid off and he got a substantial promotion. Although my mother and I were not ecstatic about the relocation, we accepted our fate graciously.

Having turned sixteen, I was about to embark on the penultimate year of my high school career and leaving the students I had grown up with behind was not what I had envisioned. Nevertheless, things being what they were, we found ourselves in an affluent suburb in our new milieu. 

The house my parents bought was past its sell-by date. The home was stately and had obviously, been the envy of people thirty years before. In her inimitable manner, mom soon transformed the home into a far more contemporary and tasteful dwelling, enhancing its value immeasurably.  Because of the modest cost of the place, my mother had a substantial budget to spend on its enhancement. My mother’s skill transforming old houses, which had been her trade over the previous years, richly reaped the rewards, but I always pitied the contractors that worked for her.

One of the highlights of our new environment was a small, open shopping area a hundred metres or so from us. It was the most delightful shopping open-air mall, consisting of a bakery, haberdashery store, bottle store, pool shop, laundromat, restaurant, food store, and even a Persian carpet store. Above this, there was also Joe’s Emporium, my mother’s favourite destination.

Joe sold flowers, vegetables, nuts, pot plants, and an array of incredible nougat and Turkish delight treats, as well as dried fruits. A further enhancement to Joe’s business was how he gift packaged his produce. A hamper from Joe was a work of art, and my mom always made a huge impression when visiting people who invited my parents for lunch or dinner. He was a wizard.     

Joe was a hot man and must have been very good-looking as a youngster. I based my inference on his son, Emilio, who attended the same school as me. Emilio was two years older, but we were in the same standard. Emilio had failed at two years of school and was a below-average student. This predicament did not faze Emilio, knowing that he would work for and eventually run his dad’s business. Joe, however, was determined that his son should at least get a high school certificate. 

I was an above-average student, and this soon came to Joe’s attention via the customers that also had students at our school. Shortly, the inevitable happened when Joe implored my mother to allow me to give his son extra lessons in the afternoon.

Emilio and I were not particularly friendly at school. Because of my mom’s patronage of Joe’s Emporium, especially on weekends when Emilio always worked in his dad’s business, we had a cordial relationship.

Emilio had the sexiest dreamy brown eyes and a sturdy hairy body that excited me enormously. The curly black hair on his head was mesmerizing, and his broad hands made me wild with lust. I knew that he was popular with the girls at school because the bulge in his pants unequivocally heralded his supremacy in the alpha category.

After the extra lessons commenced, Emilio’s commitment to our project impressed me. It was apparent that he wanted to end his academic servitude as soon as possible so that he could wholeheartedly embark on his future career in his dad’s business. Our one-on-one interactions soon paid dividends, and to the delight of his dad, I proved to be a great teacher. The additional benefits mom received from Joe’s Emporium, delighted her. Her purchases inevitably got embellished because of Joe’s gratitude as Emilio’s grades gradually improved.

The other aspect of my interaction with Emilio was that although our lessons were going well, we were also developing a higher level of intimacy as Emilio began to share his sexual secrets with me. I was not surprised that he had fucked quite a few girls at our school. He had even nailed a few married female customers as well.

He openly admitted that he had an above-average sex drive and masturbated incessantly.

“Buddy, on a slow day, I cum at least six times,” he informed me before embarking on a discourse on his daily wanking routine. “I have a coffee maker next to my bed, and when I naturally wake up with a hard-on, I push the coffee button before caressing my dick. Then I sip and stroke leisurely, constantly edging before I finally unload. Once I’ve cum, I rub my seed onto my stomach before I have my morning shower.”

As I sat intrigued, he asked, “Have you heard of plugging?”

“No,” I answered, unfamiliar with the term.

“Well, you insert your middle finger in your arse and caress your prostate. Most men have no idea that their arses are a major erogenous zone. It has nothing to do with being gay. One of our customers taught me this. When she stuck her finger in my arse, I freaked out initially but soon learned the pleasure of this practice. It’s awesome!” Emilio concluded.

“So… You keep the ladies happy,” I proffered uncomfortably.

“Sure. Adrian, I have a huge Latino dick. It looks like, a bloated chorizo. Ladies love girth!” he assured me proudly.

With a lame smile and bristling with lust, I asked, “So, when else do you masturbate?”

“At least once during school. Then, before my lessons with you started, again when I get home in the afternoon. Night-time, when I get into bed, the main attraction takes place, and I truly, take my time.”

Next, after getting off his chair, he extracted a locked suitcase from under his bed. After taking out a vibrator, he showed it to me. “This toy is unbelievable,” he enthusiastically informed me before adding, “Shit, buddy, I can hardly touch my cock when I have a piss, without getting a hard-on… I hope I marry a nympho one day.”

“Wow,” was all I could think of saying before tentatively asking, “Do you watch a lot of porn?”

“Yeah,” he uttered in a so-so fashion before qualifying, “But I don’t need much visual stimulation.”

We sat quietly for several moments before he asked, “Have you ever tried anal stimulation?”

“No,” I honestly answered.

“Fuck, Adrian, you have to give it a go,” Emilio assured me.

I was so sexually overstimulated by now that I decided to chance my arm. “Will you give a physical demonstration?” I tentatively asked.

There was a confused look on his face before he smiled and said, “What the hell, with all you have done for me, it’s the least I can do. Just excuse me for a short while so I can clean up my act,” he muttered before heading to the bathroom.

Upon his return, Emilio first removed his t-shirt before dropping his shorts and underpants. As he stood naked before me, my eyes felt like they were spinning in my head. He was fuckin’ magnificent! Luxuriant fur coated his entire body, and the flaccid chorizo dangling from his crotch was already impressive in its docile state.

As Emilio picked up the vibrator, the look on his face was stern. “Adrian, what I am about to show you can never leave this room, are we clear on that?” he austerely articulated.

“Of course, buddy, I shall never utter a word about this,” I reassuringly guaranteed him.

Emilio now smeared lube on the vibrator before lying on his back at the edge of the bed. As he lifted and pulled his legs backward, a fluffy pink pucker winked at me. I immediately got to my knees to behold the demonstration close-up. After briefly tantalizing his portal, I watched as the rocket-shaped dark plastic instrument of pleasure commenced its infiltration in a back and forth motion.

Although the vocal accompaniment from Emilio mesmerized me even more, the expansion of his knob was spectacular. Not only in length but also unbelievably in girth. Emilio had not lied about his bloated chorizo. I watched transfixed as his left hand manipulated the vibrator and his right hand battled to circumnavigate his unbelievably thick cock.

Cautiously, I asked, “Would you like me to take over from your left hand?”

“Do you mind?” he tentatively questioned.

“No, not at all,” I almost yelled.

“Go for it,” Emilio acquiescently purred.

As I took over, I kept up his steady rhythm. “Ah, yes, that’s great,” he murmured as both his hands commenced playing with his cock and balls.

Shortly, Emilio instructed me to up my tempo, which I happily did as I watched the black projectile nail his backside. The back and forth of the taut fleshy folds skin hugging the missile was breathtaking as his hands pulled his cheeks wide apart. With my right hand in full cry as the pulsating vibrator worked its stimulating magic, I took the bold step of enfolding his cock in my left hand. To my amazement, Emilio did not object.

“Jeez, buddy, this is much better than when I do this on my own. You’re a real champ,” he gushed.

My complimented complicity overjoyed me, and the feel of his massive dick sent shivers down my spine. Much as I was dying to suck his cock, I decided not to chance my arm and possibly put an end to the bliss I was enjoying. With the utmost of restraint, my visual stimulation became the only benefactor.

As I upped my spearing, I could tell Emilio was becoming overstimulated. Watching him cum would be enough of a thrill for me, and who knew? Maybe I could live to write another chapter at a future date.

With his body shuddering, and his legs flailing about, Emilio cried in ecstasy as he shot his load.

Afterward, there was an awkward silence as he moved his torso upward and stared at me.

As Emilio regained his composure, he said, “Would you like me to return the favour?”

“Yeah, I would love to learn… But you must show me how to clean my arse,” I shyly suggested.

“Sure, no problem, come with me,” he said as he led me to the bathroom.

After he instructed me how to use the handheld shower nozzle, he left me on my own. Following his instructions to the letter, I was confident that I had dispelled any muck once I returned to the bedroom.

“So, Adrian, are you ready to go on this adventure?” Emilio asked with an wicked grin.

“Yeah, I only hope I enjoy it as much as you seemed to,” I playfully answered.

“Lie back and let me take you to another level of ecstasy, buddy,” Emilio jested.

To my amazement, after Emilio had ‘buttered’ up the vibrator, he nonchalantly greased up my arse. My reverie got interrupted when Emilio brought me back to earth.

“Adrian, please understand that what has happened today doesn’t change anything between us. We are simply friends, nothing more. I do not want you to get all weird and assume anything more,” Emilio, informed me.

“Sure,” I answered as earnestly as I could.

Shortly, the dildo commenced its intrusion into my arse after he told me to hold my legs up and open. It was slightly uncomfortable but not painful. As Emilio gently began to prod, the sensation became pleasing. Once the vibrator got activated, the feeling of bliss commenced escalating rapidly.

“How does it feel?” he asked.

“Fuckin’ fantastic,” I gushed.

As I observed him prodding away, I could see that his dick was rock-hard.  

In a whisper, he then asked, “Would you like me to fuck you?” 

Dumbfounded, I elatedly replied, “Yeah, yeah… Fuck, yeah.”

“Hold your ankles,” he murmured.

I watched, transfixed as he smeared his dick against my portal. I then observed him dribbling spit onto his knob. Soon, I felt an enormous pressure as his cock began to enter my backside. Sore as it was, there was no way that I would let this opportunity go a-begging. Gritting my teeth, I allowed my sphincter absorb to the pain as Emilio found a steady rhythm.

After he placed his hands on the bed under my armpits, he began to lower if torso gradually, and it was not long before I felt his hot breath on my face. I closed my eyes and parted my lips sensually in the hope that Emilio might kiss me. To my delight, I soon felt his lips touching mine. My bliss was unbounded when his tongue commenced licking and prodding my mouth. As Emilio readjusted his body, his arms moved under my shoulders before his hands clamped my head. Our kissing session now began in earnest as my arms enfolded his head.

I was having the time of my life, and even my battered pucker was tingling with gratification. When Emilio earnestly began hammering my arse and lifted his head as he grunted, I knew that my arse was getting seeded.

Afterward, we heard his mother’s voice calling from the living area. His mom had arrived home unexpectedly early.

In a dash, we were up and getting dressed. When she arrived at Emilio’s door, the dildo had got kicked under the bed.

“Would you boys like a cold drink?” she asked.

“Sure,” we replied in unison.

“Emilio, why are you so sweaty?” his mom asked with a puzzled frown.

“Ah… Oh, mom, I was demonstrating a few exercises that I do to Adrian,” Emilio stammered.

With a smile, she replied, “That’s wonderful, son. Hopefully, you are also able to teach Adrian something.”

As we followed his mom down the passage, Emilio gave me a pinch on my arse.

Many ‘extra’ lessons followed over the next two years. To Joe’s delight, Emilio passed his final year at school comfortably.