The freezing rain pelted the large windows of the convenience store as I sat behind the counter, flipping through my socials on my phone. It was late, and the store was empty; the cold and rain had driven away the few customers we usually had at this time of night. Ice began to coat the small street in front of the store with a frosty sheen. The wind howled, driving small shards toward the store, creating small crackling noises against the glass. I peered out the window, watching a distant streetlight flicker as the wind intensified; patterns of icy shards danced in front of the swaying light.
The night was bitterly cold, and I was glad to be inside with nowhere to go. The store was warm, and there were plenty of snacks on hand. The owner, an army buddy of mine, offered me the job when I ended my marriage about six months prior. It didn’t pay much, but the job came with a small one-room apartment upstairs.
My ex and I were just kids when we met, and within a few months of the wedding, I was sent off on two back-to-back Army deployments. By the time I returned, we were strangers. We tried to pick up where we’d left off, but we never seemed to mesh. More than once, she snapped, “You aren’t trying shit.” Maybe I wasn’t. Maybe deep down, I knew things weren’t right. Her parents helped her buy the house, and it was in her name, not mine. The car in the driveway? Hers. It was like walking into someone else’s life. Once the divorce was finalized, I left the house with just my clothes. At 35, I was single and homeless with no job and no place to live. Then, out of the blue, an army buddy, Brad, came to my rescue and gave me a job at the store and a place to live in the apartment upstairs.
As I sat thinking about what got me to this point and mindlessly scrolling, suddenly, to my surprise, the door flew open, followed by a shocking wave of cold air that sliced through the store. A hooded figure entered, and the wind blew the door closed behind him, sealing off the storm. He was a silhouette in a black sweatshirt and jeans; the hood of the sweatshirt was drawn tight, obscuring his face. Water dripped from his clothes, quickly puddling on the floor as he stood, unmoving, in the warmth of the store. "Can I help you?" I asked, my eyes on the shimmering puddle expanding around his tennis shoes.
“I. I.” Stammered the man. I got off the stool, found a roll of paper towels, and ripped off several, handing them to him as ice crystals and water dripped off his clothing. He lowered his hoodie, his hair was wet and matted down, and his cheeks were red from the cold. Nervously, he took the paper and began trying to dry himself. The paper did little; he was soaked through.
I watched him and realized the man was just a boy, I would guess in his late teens, to early 20s. His wet hair was dirty blond and curly, and his eyes were a deep gray color. There was a painful, sad, distant look on his face that made me feel sorry for him. “Do you have a place to go?” I asked. The boy lowered his head. “No,” he said in a small voice. I couldn’t send him back out in this storm; he had to get out of his wet clothes before he got sick.
“Come with me,” I said, locking the front door. No one would be coming in during this storm. I led the boy up to my little apartment, handed him a clean towel, and pointed him to the bathroom to take a hot shower. “Bring out your wet clothes and I will throw them in the wash,” I said as he sloshed down the hall. As he showered, I looked for something that might fit him. At 6’2 ", my clothes would be very loose on his much smaller 5’8" frame, but at least they would be warm and dry.
A few minutes later, he came out of the bathroom with the towel around his waist and his wet clothes in his hand. The boy’s body was smooth and trim with some defined lean muscle. A small tattoo of a bird sat over his left pec. It looked like it was “swooping” toward the nipple, ready to bite it. I took the wet things and placed them in the washing machine, then handed him a T-shirt and a pair of sweatpants.
To my surprise, the boy turned his back to me and dropped the towel to the floor, exposing his naked body. His ass was two perfectly firm, round mounds, with a light dusting of blond hair. I tried not to look, but seeing the boy like this caught me off guard. The boy slipped on the sweatpants and pulled on the shirt, then turned to face me. We looked at each other, and a small, awkward chuckle passed between us at how big the clothes fit him.
I led the boy to the small sofa and had him sit down while I made some tea. “What were you doing out on a night like this?” I asked, sounding like something my dad would ask. The boy paused, then said, “My folks kicked me out.” “Oh,” was all I could say. What was so terrible that they would kick him out on a night like this? “Why did they kick you out?” I asked, and concern swept through me.
“I don’t want to…,” he said, his voice trembling. I let it go as I poured the hot tea into two mugs, handing one of them to the boy and taking one for myself, then I sat on the sofa. The boy held the warm mug in his cold hands and stared into the hot liquid.
Several times, it looked as if he were going to say something, then he took a deep breath and stopped. “Hey, my name is Harlan. What is yours?” I asked, trying to ease the conversation. “Um, Robert,” he said, and I felt like that was the name he wanted me to give me and not his real name. “Nice to meet you, um, Robert,” I said, clinking my mug to his.
“It looks like we will be roommates until this storm passes, and your clothes are dry,” I said as we sat and drank our hot chocolate. “Do you want to tell me what got your parents so pissed that they kicked you out on a night like this?” I asked. “I can’t. You’ll just kick me out, too,” Robert said, and tears began to run down his cheeks. “Hey man, it’s all good,” I said, trying to calm him down. Not much surprised me after two long tours in the desert.
“My folks were supposed to be out until late, so I had a friend over. We were in my room, and they came home early because of the storm and surprised us,” Robert said with a sigh. “How old are you?” I asked, wondering if Robert was younger than I had assessed. “I’m 19,” he responded, a bit of indignation in his voice. “Aren’t you allowed to have friends over?” I asked. “Yeah, I can have friends over, but” Robert stopped short. Looked down at his tea.
Robert took a deep breath. “I can’t. I can’t,” he said, shaking his head. “Look, it’s none of my business, and I promise I am not going to kick you out tonight,” I said, trying to put Robert at ease. The truth was that curiosity was getting the better of me. Robert calmed down a bit, and several times he started to form words, but then he stopped. “Were you fooling around?” I asked, breaking through the silence. Robert shook his head yes.
“This is where you throw me out,” he said, sounding angry and scared. “I’m not going to throw you out,” I said firmly. “So, you and this girlfriend of yours were fooling around, and your folks walked in?” I asked, probing a bit. “It wasn’t a girl,” Robert said. I felt so dense assuming it was a girl he was with. “Oh, got it,” I replied, trying to recover and not reveal my shock.
Robert put his cup on the side table and placed his arms on his knees, hunched over. “The buddy I was with was an older guy, and he was a friend of my dad’s,” Robert finally said in a rush of words. It took a minute for the words to sink in. “How old was this guy?” I asked. “In his late forties. He and my dad have been friends since before I was born.”
I mulled over what Robert was saying. He was caught in his room, having some form of sex with a man old enough to be his dad. Then his folks came home and found them together. What the fuck? That was all I could say in my head. “Why?” was the only question I could come up with. Robert huffed, “I guess I like older guys.” He said, simply.
A strong howling wind blew against the building, and the lights flickered, then went out, casting us into darkness. “Fuck,” I said, scrambling to my feet to find some candles. I placed a few on the table in the kitchen and beside the sofa. The soft light flickered in the dark room, casting shadows on the walls and ceiling. “Oh damn. I guess your clothes will have to wait,” I said, but a part of me was glad to have some company, even under the strange circumstances.
I wasn’t sure why, but I felt relaxed around Robert, maybe because it had been a long time since I had someone to talk to. The only interactions I had with people lately were the folks who came into the store and tossed their purchases on the counter, most of the time with not much more than a grunt, assuming they even looked up from the phones long enough to grunt.
“Can I ask what you and your father’s friend were doing when your folks walked in?” I asked hesitantly, the curiosity swirling through my head. I felt Robert shift anxiously on the sofa. “You don’t have to tell me,” I said, realizing it was a strange and uncomfortable subject.
“I guess we had, you know, just finished, and we were just lying there. A few minutes earlier, and it would have been even worse,” Robert said, and images of what worse could possibly be flashed in my mind. “Oh, you were…” I trailed off before finishing the sentence. “Was this the first time with him or?” I asked. “Yeah, we did a couple times before,” Robert said softly.
How did it happen? Was Robert on top or bottom? Was the guy some old guy? Was he rough or gentle? Questions just floated through my head as I tried to understand what the deal was.
“How did you end up with your dad’s friend?” I asked. The question seemed very direct, though I don’t think that was my intention. “I’ve known Jack since I was a boy. He was always nice to me. Always paid attention to me. Then one day last year, he asked my dad if I would like to get paid to do some work at his place. I needed the money, so it was cool. Jack had me work in the yard, helping him repair his fence. We worked for a few hours, then we went inside to get some lunch.
Jack made some sandwiches and handed me a beer. “Don’t tell your dad,” he said with a grin. We ate and drank, and it was relaxing. I had always been comfortable with him. Then, as we sat and talked, Jack put his hand on my leg. I didn’t think much of it. Jack was my dad's best friend. Then his hand moved up further, and before I knew what was happening, it was on my crotch.”
“Fuck, then what?” I asked, hanging onto Robert's words. “I didn’t know what to do. I just sat there,” Robert said. “What happened next?” as I asked, a strange sensation washed over me—an unexplainable excitement. “I started to get hard as Jack rubbed it. The more he rubbed, the harder it got, and it began to snake down the leg of my pants. Jack took me by the hand and led me to his bedroom, and he removed my shirt. Then he ran his hands over my body. No one had ever touched me like that,” Robert said.
I was enthralled with the story, and glad the room was dark, as my dick was starting to react, much to my surprise. “Did you like what he was doing?” I asked, trying to control my breathing. “It was strange, but nice too,” Robert said. “Jack moved to my pants and lowered them, staring into my eyes the whole time. My dick was rock hard and pushed my underwear out. Jack smiled as he looked at me, then he wrapped his arms around me and moved closer. Our lips connected, and we stood there making out.
As we kissed, Jack backed me up to the bed and laid me on it, then moved up on top of me. I could feel his hardness against mine as he began to gyrate slowly. Our dicks ground together with just the cotton of my briefs and his pants between us. He continued to kiss me and grind into me. I wrapped myself around him, and we both began to moan. The grinding and the kissing became more intense. I felt my dick swell, and I knew I was going to cum. I had never felt anything so intense.
I pulled my mouth from Jack’s, as I started to cum in great spurts into my shorts. It was so intense that my body trembled, and more cum flooded my briefs. When it was over, and I lay panting, he moved down my body, kissing my chest and stomach before finding the mess I made in my briefs. Jack pulled back the elastic and pulled my briefs down my legs and off, then he examined the thick puddle of cum that coated my balls and matted my pubes.
Jack dropped his pants and his dick sprang free, then he bent down and ran his hard dick through the thick cum, coating it on all sides. When it was wet with my cum, he lifted my legs and began to poke my hole with the tip of his wet cock,” Robert said, not holding back any details. “Holy fuck,” I said out loud, surprising myself. “That’s pretty much how it happened,” Robert said.
“Wait, did he insert it into your ass?” I asked. I felt an intense need to know what happened. “Yes, he started to slip his cock slowly into me. It hurt and I winced, but he was slow and gentle and, well, it felt good after a short while. After that, I met with Jack several times. We would meet at his place, and my parents had no idea what was going on. Tonight, Jack just happened to stop by to drop something off for my dad, but when he found out they weren’t home, well, one thing led to another, and that’s how it happened,” Robert said with a shudder, reliving the painful moment his parents caught him and Jack in bed together.
Robert tensed up again, and I could hear him softly sobbing. “Hey man, it’s going to be ok,” I said, a strong feeling of empathy washing over me. Before I knew what was happening, I pulled him into a hug to try to comfort him. Robert didn’t resist, and he allowed his smaller frame to collapse against my larger body. I felt tears soak through my shirt as he lay his head on my chest, and I just held him while he cried.
The power was still out, and the only light was coming from the few candles I had placed around the room. Being in relative darkness gave me some comfort in this strange situation. I continued to hold Robert, and I felt his body relax against mine. His crying stopped, and his breathing became slow and steady. His head was inches from me, and the scent of his freshly washed hair filled my nose. Instinctively, I ran my hand over his shoulder and arm, the contours of his body warm against my palm, and I realized my dick was still hard.
“Thank you,” Robert said, softly breaking the silence. He wrapped an arm around my waist, and I could feel a part of his arm pressing against my rigid cock. I drew in a breath and held it, hoping he didn’t notice. Robert adjusted slightly, and his arm began to press against my hardness, this time with intention. I closed my eyes and held my breath, hoping he would stop. Wishing he wouldn’t stop.
Robert slid his hand along my stomach and down to my hardness, then he gently began to massage it. “Don’t,” I said, placing my hand over his, but my words were weak and insincere. Robert continued, despite my protests, running his fingers softly along the contours of the hard outline of my cock.
I wanted to stop him, but it had been so long since anyone had held me or touched me in such a personal way. My body flooded with warmth and comfort as the intimacy of the moment washed over me. I closed my eyes and allowed it to happen. I let this boy touch me like no man had ever touched me.
Robert reached for the top button, and I felt my pants pop open. With deft fingers, he pulled the zipper down, then reached inside and touched my hard cock through my briefs. My breathing became more labored as he moved to free my cock from the cotton constraints.
I gasped as Robert’s cool fingers wrapped around my turgid hardness and gently squeezed. Robert began to stroke me slowly, moving his hand in slight upward and downward motions. Blips of sensation seemed to pop all over my body, and I drew Robert closer to me. “Do you like it?” Robert asked softly. My reply was a mostly unintelligible grunt.
With my grunt as confirmation, Robert began to stroke my dick with more intensity. Caught up in passion, I pulled Robert to me and buried my face in his soft curly blond hair and began to nuzzle and kiss his head. Robert turned his head up to me, and his lips brushed mine. I had never felt a man’s lips on mine; the feeling was strange but not unpleasant.
Robert placed soft, gentle, and warm kisses on my lips, each one seeming to last longer and grow in subtle intensity. I allowed my lips to part slightly, exploring the new sensation and feeling the closeness of another person. Robert’s tongue darted forward, passing my lips and entering my mouth. I drew it in hungrily, sucking it into my mouth. Just at the moment our kiss intensified, I felt my orgasm start, and before I could stop it, warm bursts of cum shot like a rocket from my dick, splashing my shirt. I began to pant and huff, keeping my mouth firmly locked onto Robert’s as the orgasm took control of my body.
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