Inventory

Saturday came and I woke with a boner, like usual. As I sat up in bed, I started to remember last night. Was it a dream? I had to think about it for a minute before I remembered it wasn’t. I laid back down and started rubbing my cock thinking about it before I remembered what he said as he left: “…tomorrow we can do some more inventory.” I stopped, wanting to save up any young man juice for later. Just in case.

The day seemed to drag but, eventually, evening came, which meant it was time to go to work. I was excited. When I arrived, Wes was already there. I wondered how he’d react around me. Initially he was stand off-ish, but it soon returned to normal. I even got a smile or two from him throughout the night. Then the rain came. It rained. And rained. And rained.

Closing time came and we cleaned everything like normal while the rain continued. My heart sank, knowing we couldn’t get to the roof in the rain. Wes knew it too, as he continuously checked out the windows all night long himself. Everyone started leaving while it was raining. I ran to the car and waited as Wes ran to his truck. He pulled up to the side of my car.

“Looks like no inventory tonight” he said.

“Yeah” I sighed.

“You know…” he started. “You could come to my place if you want.”

“Yeah sure!” I said, almost jumping for joy. “What about your parents?”

“They’re there, but I can get in the back door. My room is in the basement. We can get in without them ever knowing. Besides: my Old Man will probably be asleep anyway” he told me.

“OK. If you think it’s OK I’ll follow you!”

I pulled up behind him and followed him inside. The house seemed empty, which was good for me. We made our way down to the basement. He had a pretty nice lay out: the basement was finished and nice. He had a bed, his own bathroom and the standard video game and television.

He turned on the tv to normal volume, then we sat on his bed. In no time we were kissing, this time with more passion than the previous day. Our tongues explored each other’s mouths, as we caressed each other’s bodies. Wes’s shirt came off first. I kissed his neck and down on to his chest, his chest hair rubbing against my face as he moaned and groaned rather loudly. I licked his nipple as he grabbed my head, forcing me to his chest, which I didn’t mind one bit.

I removed my shirt, then pulled him back on top of me, falling back on his bed. He ground his hairy body on mine, I could feel his hard cock through his jeans. I reached down and undid his jeans as he pushed them off. I did the same, which meant we were only wearing our underwear and socks, with me underneath him.

As we kissed, I ran my hand down his back, feeling every muscle move as he squirmed around on top of me, making my way to the small of his back, where I found some hair. I slid my had down into his underwear, feeling his hairy and exceptionally firm ass. He moaned into my mouth, his tongue punching back into the back of my mouth as I squeezed his ass, more cock pushing harder and harder into his groin.

He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back, moving his mouth down the side of my neck. He chewed and sucked on my neck, causing me to push his head off me.

“No marks” I whispered.

“Ok ok” he said. I pulled him back down on top of me, where he belonged.

I wrapped my hands around his shoulders as we kissed, moving them down his sides down to his cock head which had poked out from underneath the leg of his underwear. He stopped kissing as soon as I touched his cock head. I traced its outline, feeling each ripple of skin as he held his breath. I did to his cock what I like to do to my own: I wrapped my fingers underneath its head ridge, and slowly worked his cock up and down. He buried his face on my shoulder as I made my way down the base of his hard cock. I in creased my grip as I pulled up, released as I pushed down. I enjoyed pleasing him but before I could continue, he sat up abruptly.

He looked at me and I at him, unsure of what he was thinking. But then, he rolled off me to his side table, rummaging through a drawer. He returned with a rubber still in its package.

“What’s that for?” I whispered, knowing, secretly hoping, but also somewhat terrified.

“I want you to fuck me” he said.

I laid there, somewhat stunned, but not too stunned to keep my cock of bouncing at the thought of it. He tossed me the rubber as he stood up.

“Put that on. I’ll be back” he said as he walked into his bathroom. I wrapped my cock, and in no time, he was walking back, naked, hard cock sticking straight out of his massive bush.

“You ready?” he asked. I nodded ‘yes’ as he straddled me. He spat on his hand and rubbed my wrapped cock, lubing me up. He sat down on my stomach, his cock pointing at my face, his hairy nuts pushing on my furry stomach. I reached around and slapped his ass with my cock, working his spit around his hairy crack. He spat on his hand one more time, lubed me up again, rose up and put my round dick head against his hole. He sat back slowly. I felt my cock met resistance, before my head slipped in his hole.

He breathed out a heavily and, with his eyes locked on mine, slide me up inside him. His eye widened more with every inch of me he took in. He sighed, almost as if in pain, but he never stopped. I felt his chute try to resist, but to no avail. My cock split his hairy hole open more and more, until I was fully inside him. He leaned forward, pulling me out of him some, then sat back down. He picked up the rhythm more and more, groaned and rolling his eyes the faster he went. Eventually, he balanced his upper body my placing his hands on my shoulders.

“That’s a big ass dick man” he moaned.

I started to fuck him, meeting his downward momentum with upward thrusts. The harder I thrusted, the more his eye rolled back in his skull, the more he moaned. I met his rhythm with my own and, holding on to his hairy hips, started pounding him like a pro. A pro at eighteen at least.

Wes started muttering things like ‘fuck’ and ‘oh god’ and ‘yes yes yes’ as I watched his hard cock bounce and slap my stomach. I knew I wouldn’t last long, being this was my first fuck ever, so I pushed Wes back to an upright position as I started torturing the inside of that rubber with my load. Wes might have felt it or just had enough, as with two strokes of his cock, he was unloading his juice all over me. He soaked me from head to chest. As he violently jerks his cock, gushing out more and more of his load on to me, I felt his chute squeeze my cock.

Once done, he sat on my still hard cock. I watched his hairy chest heave as he tried to catch his breath as quietly as possible. I reached up and moved his hand from his cock, running my finger up its shaft as it softened. As he pulled of me, his eye grew bigger and bigger. I looked down and watched my rubbered cock pull out of his ass. As my head broke his ring, he gasped as I popped out. His leg shook as he finally removed me from him. He fell off to the side of the bed, letting out an audible gasp. I watched him collapse next to me before noticing the broken rubber on my cock.

“Fuck man!” I said. He looked down.

“Fuck” is all he said.

“Man I’m sorry! I didn’t know…”

“It’s OK” he said. “It happens sometimes. You’re clean and I won’t ger pregnant so….” he said with a smile. “I’ll get you a washcloth.”

I watched his waddle into the bathroom, my on cum running down the inside of his hairy leg. He returned a moment later with a warm washcloth, his flaccid cock cutely poking out from his bush.

“You’ve got a big dick man” he said.

“You think? I have nothing to compare it to” I replied, trying to clean myself off best I could.

“I do. And I want more of it” he said.

“Well, if we keep this between us, I’m game for it!” I told him.

“I’m not telling anyone” he told me.

We finished out the night with some bad tv before I left home, a new man. Not a virgin anymore. No matter what happens with Wes and I going forward, I can now go off to college with more experience than I had anticipated. That summer, Wes and I taught each other many, many things. All of them served me well my first year in college.

Wes is married to a woman now. I see him occasionally when I go back home to visit my family. We say ‘hi’ to each other, but nothing more than that. Wes hasn’t aged well, which is a shame. He was so sexy back in the day. Oh well, that’s life, I guess. But I won’t ever forget my first fuck, fucking my work crush.