Bookstore

Part-time jobs when you’re already stressed by your class load are not usually fun. The bookstore was open until midnight every night, and that let me work twenty hours each week without the risk of interfering with my class schedule. I could adjust my study schedule without the risk of losing the money I needed to make ends meet. Everyone was friendly; no one slacked, so the entire experience was positive.

Then there was Geoff. He only worked three days each week, but they were long days. I’d say hello to him when I’d see him, but all he did was nod. Sometimes he’d touch the brim of his hat, but he never said anything. And that drove me crazy.

He also drove me crazy because he was so good looking. He had a face that should be in a magazine. Perfect teeth, a nose that was not too big, ears that were just the right shape and size, and a chin with a little cleft together formed a face I wanted to kiss each time I saw him. He also had great shoulders and arms. I tried not to stare when he moved those heavy boxes of books. Fortunately, we only worked together one day out of the week, so I only had to hide my furtive looks one day each week.

I’d been at the bookstore for about six months when I came to work one day, and the manager asked me to help Geoff in the storeroom. First, though, I needed to help him shelve some books in the transportation area. I got there, and he nodded. I thought to myself, “Great, an evening with a hunk who’s giving me the silent treatment.”

As I put books on the shelf, I would comment on the covers. “Oh, this is such a cool plane,” and shit like that. The most I ever got was a huff. We finished, and I followed him to the storeroom. I was waiting for him to give me directions, or at least show me what to do when I heard some noises from behind the boxes filled with send-back books.

I walked to the sound; Geoff put his hand on my arm and shook his head. He didn’t want me to go. Curiosity was killing me, but that handsome face melted me. I stood there looking at him. I think his face reddened. Was I embarrassing him, or was it what was going on in the corner?

The noises in the corner got louder. A woman shouted, “Yes!” and several boxes were knocked over. Geoff and I saw the assistant manager fucking his girlfriend.

“What the hell are you doing in here?” The assistant manager walked over to us. His pants were in his hands, and his less than five inch erection was pointing at us. “You’d better not say a word about this.” His tone was angry. He turned to Geoff and knocked his hat off. “I know you won’t say anything, you mute fuck.” Then he turned to me.

His comment to Geoff incensed me. I shoved him. “Don’t you dare threaten me, you worthless piece of shit. And how dare you treat him like that. You’re the one in the wrong here, fucking your girlfriend at work. You should have your dick cut off. Oh, wait, looks like someone already did that.”

“That’s enough, Russell.” It was the manager. He had heard Tom yelling at us. “Tom, I’m writing, Tom, cover your dick, and put your clothes back on. I’m writing you up for having sex while on the job. I’m writing you up for the inappropriate language you used with Geoff. I’m writing you up for threatening coworkers. I can only suspend you for a week. The corporate office may decide to terminate.”

I picked up Geoff’s hat, I wanted to hand it to him, but he would just use it to cover up that gorgeous head of hair of his. Plus, the hat smelled just like him; it was a manly fragrance, subtle and erotic. I put his hat on my head.

The manager looked at the two of us. I think you two should go home and calm down. I’ll pay you for the rest of your shift.”

Geoff and I walked out to the parking lot. “Your place or mine?” I asked him. He mouthed the word “Mine.” and my heart beat a little faster. I nodded my head and decided I was on a roll. I grabbed his hand. He squeezed back and pulled me across the street to his apartment building. We were soon inside his tiny apartment, and he pulled me down to sit next to him on his bed.

I felt the urge to kiss him, but I said, “I didn’t think you liked me because you never talked to me.”

His face took on a pained expression. He grabbed a notebook that was nearby and wrote, “they didn’t tell you I couldn’t talk?”

“No. And I’ve been attracted to you since the first day.”

He leaned over and kissed me. It was powerful and passionate. His hands were performance artists. He touched me in the right places, and my clothes seemed to fall off. My head was spinning, and I was naked. Geoff’s tongue set off fireworks. With each minute that passed, I wanted him ten times more than I did the minute before.

I was on my back; his mouth covered mine; his hard cock pushed at my asshole. Geoff transferred saliva from his mouth to his dick, and his dick slid into me. The sensation was awesome. I bucked my hips toward him; he thrust his dick in and out of me. I didn’t want it to stop. He pushed until his entire dick was inside, then he reached around and pushed one of his testicles into my ass. The pressure was intense; I wanted more. He shoved his other testicle into me. Then he began to pump his cock in and out. I wanted to jerk my cock, but he wouldn’t let me touch myself. His jaw went stiff and he filled me with his cum. I struggled to get my hands to my own dick.

He kept my hands restrained while he pulled his dick and balls out of me. My ass stretched, and I felt dizzy. There seemed to be a popping noise and a release of pressure followed by his mouth swallowing my dick. He had the entire dick in his mouth. I couldn’t catch my breath and then I was cumming and cumming and cumming. When my body finally stopped spewing ejaculate, I fell silent.

Geoff sat up. My load had overloaded his ability to swallow, and cum dripped down the corners of his beautiful smile.

“Come here,” I told him.

He rested his head next to mine, and I swallowed the rest of my seed. “Is it weird for me to want to move in with you already and forever?”

He nodded a no and kissed me again.