It was early on a rainy Sunday in Seattle--too damn early to be grocery shopping. I don’t even remember why the hell I was up so early on a day I normally sleep in; but there I was, standing in my favorite checker’s line and reading the outrageous headlines in the tabloids.
“Hey, Chris-man!” Carolyn was her normal, bubbly self. “You’re up early today.”
“Too early, Care,” I replied, both of us using the nicknames we had given each other years ago. “I ought to have my head examined.”
The scanner beeped incessantly, reminding me with every chirp that I was buying something I probably didn’t need and would really have to pay for in a few more seconds. It was then that I saw--or rather, heard--him.
“Paper or plastic, sir?” The voice was young but pleasant. I didn’t think much about it as I answered “Plastic. I need sacks to put my cat’s daily business in,” I muttered. It wasn’t until I heard him chuckle that I looked up to see a blond Adonis packing my groceries. “Yeah,” he said, still chuckling, “I do the same thing.”
At that point I was not able to respond, so captivated was I by his beauty. As I wrote the check my hand was shaking. Carolyn smiled broadly as she took it from me, knowing very well what was going on. Chris-man was horney and Chris-man was turned on by this slender blonde box-boy. She’d seen the same thing happen a thousand times when I drooled over some attractive guy in the grocery store.
Carolyn and I had been best friends in college. She had dropped out at the end of her sophomore year, but I went on to finish, graduated three years ago, and found employment as a junior assistant to the second junior assistant engineer in a Seattle firm. A 24-year-old hoping he would make a good living. And find a boyfriend to share it with.
At the ripe old age of twenty-five, Care had been working for this supermarket chain for five years since she was 20. We had kept in touch and visited each other frequently. As best buddies we told each other everything, sharing our deepest secrets. I had come out to her my sophomore year in college and kept her up to date on my sexual escapades; she always informed me of the parade of “loser” guys she dated and never hesitated to say how lucky I was, even though I rarely hooked up with other guys.
As she ran my check through the scanner, she leaned over and whispered, “You’re drooling, Chris. Very unbecoming of you.”
I curled my lip and whispered back, “Meet for lunch? I need the skinny on this guy.”
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Over our salads she told me his name was Jonathan. He was eighteen, lived at home with his parents, and attended the local community college. They had hit it off almost immediately when he began working at her store as a box-boy a few months earlier.
“But I haven’t seen him there before,” I protested, implying that she had been keeping this beauty a secret to tease me.
“That’s because you only shop during the day. Jonathan’s been working the night shift until last Friday when the manager moved him to day shift.”
She went on to tell me that they had become good friends--he told her she was like the older sister he had never had--and he confided everything to her. Including the fact that he was hot for other guys.
My heart skipped a beat, and I looked at her and squinted my eyes. “No,” I said in my best, doubting voice. “This is too good to be true.”
“You want me to introduce you?” she asked, chasing an errant piece of lettuce with her fork.
“Is the pope Catholic?” I replied.
She smiled. “You’re far too horney for your own good. Stop by tomorrow--you 'know' you ‘need’ some saltines that you ‘forgot to get’ yesterday,” she winked.
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I was as nervous as a virgin on his wedding night when I plopped the box of crackers on the check stand the next day. “Hi, Care,” I said, looking at Jonathan out of the corner of my eye. “Hey, Chris!” she replied in her annoyingly perky manner.
“Paper or plastic, sir?” The boy asked again since I hadn’t responded the first time. I looked at him, then at her, then at him again, then at her. She didn’t get it, so I cleared my throat.
“Oh, right,” she finally tuned in. “Jonathan, I’d like you to meet my best friend, Chris.”
He extended his perfectly manicured hand. I grabbed it--he had a firm grasp, and I imagined it wrapped around my cock. “Oh, yeah,” he smiled. “Carolyn’s told me a lot about you!”
I looked back at her. She blurted out about how we’ve been friends since college.
Jonathan held my grasp just a little longer than I considered normal. He was slender but didn’t seem to be really athletic. He had medium length blonde hair, no facial hair, and a smile that could have convinced a lion to become a vegetarian. My cock began to twitch, screaming that it wanted to be free of my pants. We looked into each other’s eyes--his a deep blue and mine a pale green. Finally, he pulled his hand away. “You need some help out to your car with this?” he asked, holding up the sack with one four-pack of saltine crackers in it that I could have clearly taken to my car by myself.
“Uh, yeah. That would be nice,” I stuttered like a nervous schoolboy.
“Hey, Jonathan,” Carolyn called out to him as we began to walk away from the check stand. “Isn’t it time for your break? No need to hurry back.” She winked and we both looked at each other and smiled--and I wondered exactly what she had told him.
“So you’re an engineer?” he asked as we headed out the door into the parking lot. I laughed. “If you can call it that,” I replied. “I’m still in the apprentice stage. It takes forever to become a full-fledged engineer.”
“Cool,” he replied. “I’ve been thinking about studying engineering. I find it really interesting, but I’m afraid that math isn’t my strong point.”
We reached my car and I leaned back against it, trying to imagine what he looked like under those black pants and white shirt. “Well, you need your math if you’re going to do engineering.”
I noticed he was glancing at my crotch. My dick, which always had a mind of its own, was bulging beneath my jeans and I could feel the prominent mound it had created as it strained to be free. “You want to come over to my place and talk about engineering?” I asked off-handedly, trying to be casual but hoping he would.
Jonathan looked up at me with those blue eyes of his and a broad smile broke out on his delicate face. “Sure!” He sounded genuinely excited. “I get off at two today.”
I gave him my address, then told him to drop by about three. He thanked me, put my bag in the back seat, and began to walk back to the store. I watched his beautiful bubble-butt swing back and forth. As he went back into the store, I jumped into my car and pulled out a notepad from my glove compartment.
On it I wrote: “Jonathan, I need to tell you something before you come over today. I don’t know if Carolyn told you, but I’m gay...and I find you REALLY attractive. I want to get into your pants really bad, and I would be in bliss if you’d let me fuck you. I hope this doesn’t offend you or turn you off, but I wanted to let you know that if you come over today, I’d hope we could end up having sex. I figured if I wrote you this note you’d have the chance to avoid the situation and not show up. I won’t be offended if you decide not to come--disappointed but not offended. But if you do come, and if you are willing, I think we could have a very special afternoon together.”
I signed the note, folded it several times, and ran back into the store. “Here,” I said, handing the note to Carolyn. “Give this to Jonathan.” Without waiting for her reply, I jetted out of the store and hurried home to straighten up the apartment and grab a quick shower. It was all I could do not to jack off while I soaped up--and my dick was hard and ready to go as I imagined him naked in my arms. But I wanted to save myself, so i was good.
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At five minutes after three the doorbell rang. I opened the door, and there stood Jonathan. He had changed into grey sweatpants, running shoes with white socks, a dark blue sweatshirt with his high school logo on it, and a blue baseball cap. Whoever invented sweatpants should be canonized to sainthood. The crotch is always so revealing of what is suspended inside of them, and Jonathan was no exception. I could see the faint outline of his young dick swaying beneath the cotton fabric.
“Hi,” I said softly. “I’m glad you decided to come.”
He grinned and looked down. “So am I, now that I’m here. My heart is beating so fast I thought I’d faint while climbing the stairs.”
I wasn’t certain if his heart was beating fast because of the stairs or because of me. “Come on in,” I stepped back.
He walked in, and as he passed, I inhaled. It was a warm day, and that plus his nervousness had caused him to perspire. His boy scent filled my nostrils, and I enjoyed how it made my dick stir. When he turned to face me, I could see his cock jutting out from behind the confines of his sweatpants. He was nearly completely erect.
I tried to make some small talk, throwing in some engineering topics. But the entire time Jonathan just sat there and stared at me. I wasn’t sure what was going on, so I decided to take the plunge.
“Listen, Jonathan,” I said sincerely. “I’m sorry about that note I left you. It wasn’t appropriate for me to do that. Still, I think you’re pretty hot and I’d like to be friends…or maybe more.” He stood up and stepped over to me. I wasn’t certain what was happening, but as he got closer my dick grew harder.
He stopped right in front of me, not six inches from my face. “If you really meant it, I’m up for it.”
I must admit I was a bit taken aback at his directness. Here was a boy who seemed to have no qualms about hooking up with someone he just met. “Yes, I really meant it,” I said. We were close enough to each other that I could feel his breath. I extended my hand and brushed it against the smooth skin on his face. “You’re really hot, Jonathan.”
He reached up and grabbed my hand, pulling it down toward the bulge in his sweats. “You’re the first guy to tell me that,” he whispered.
“Well,” I said breathlessly, “we’re both going to have a good time,” and pushed him down on the sofa he was standing in front of. As he landed, he exhaled softly. “Chris,” he said gently, “you’ll be my first.”
I couldn’t believe what he was saying. “You're still a virgin, aren’t you,” I said, sitting beside him on the couch.
“Yes,” he replied, and leaned toward me. Our lips met and the uncertainty we had melted away like an ice cube in the back seat of a car on a summer day. I pushed my tongue into his mouth as we kissed and dropped my hand to his crotch to massage what I knew was going to be the most beautiful cock I had ever seen.
“This old couch is not that comfortable,” I sighed, pulling away from him. “Let’s go to the bedroom and see what kind of trouble we can get ourselves into." He gave me a cute little smile. “I love being bad,” he winked.
This boy was amazing. He was so hot yet so innocent and inexperienced. What I liked about him immediately was how eager he seemed to give himself to me. “Being bad is just another way of having fun,” I whispered back.
We made our way to the bedroom and dropped down on my big king mattress. If kisses were gold coins we would have both been very wealthy. I could feel the sexual tension between us and his obvious desire to go all the way. “Stand up,” I sighed. “I want to see you naked.”
He complied and I began to pull his clothes off. I pulled up on his blue sweatshirt, and he lifted his arms as it slipped off his hairless, taught chest. I then began to kiss my way down his chest until my kisses ran into the waistband of his sweatpants. “Well,” I sighed. “Let’s get these off.”
He nodded in approval, so I pulled on the strings that kept them around his waist. As they loosened they slipped down. He pushed them down further as I began to untie and remove his running shoes. “Leave your socks on,” I whispered as I pulled his pants down for him to step out of. “A guy in socks while he is having sex is so…well, sexy.”
His boxers were straining to hold back his erection, so I tugged on them. As they slipped down his dick popped out. My face was so close to him that, when released, his dick popped out and up, slapping against my face. “Oh, sorry about that,” he said rather sheepishly. I smiled but didn’t say anything. Instead, I grabbed it and swallowed it. While I was sucking it I looked up. His face was contorted in absolute ecstasy. “Fuck,” he sighed. “Don’t stop.”
But I did stop. Not because I wanted to but because I wanted to take a step back to see him in all his glory. He was completely naked except for his socks and the obviously well-trimmed blonde bush around his full erection which looked like it could impale someone (like me, I thought, looking forward to having it inside me). “You are so beautiful, Jonathan,” I gasped.
He reached out and pulled me toward him. “Let’s get you naked,” he said breathlessly. He began to pull off my clothes until I, too, stood before him. Two men. Two men completely naked. Two men so horney they could have exploded right there and then. And two men who were about to engage in the most intimate thing men could do.
When he finished pulling my clothes off, I pushed him back. He fell on the bed, his glorious hard-on standing straight up. I dropped in front of him lying there supine, and spread his legs apart, hungrily wanting to get him in my mouth again but this time without any disruption.
As I bobbed up and down on his dick he reached down, putting his hands around my head. “God, Chris. That feels so good. Keep going,” I heard him say in a gasping voice. “Don’t worry. Your body belongs to me for a little while,” I whispered as I pulled away from his cock and looked up at him. “It’s for you,” he moaned. “Take me.”
As I moved my mouth up and down on his shaft, I held it firmly in my fist. It was so hard it felt like I was blowing a billiard stick. I was so turned on and so focused on it that I didn’t notice how his whole body was shaking. “Don’t stop, Chris. I want to cum for you.” It almost felt like he was begging me.
And he did just that, his cum exploding from the head of his cock so violently that I almost began to gag as it filled my mouth. He was releasing the pent-up desire he had never had with another man and, I thought, I was lucky to have given him an amazing blow job.
When his dick stopped pumping and I had swallowed as much of his cum as I could, I let it slip out of my mouth. I moved up beside him on the bed, turned his head toward me, and kissed him. His cum was falling from my mouth into his as we shared our desire. A few moments later when I had emptied his contribution to my desire for him, I pulled back. He was still swallowing his own cum.
“That was amazing,” he said as he swallowed the last bit. “I’ve never had anyone do that to me.”
I took my finger and rubbed off the little bit of his sperm that was still on his lips. “The first time is always incredible,” I said, looking into that ocean of blue that was his eyes. “But we aren’t finished yet. I want to be inside of you. I want to fuck you.”
Jonathan nodded, realizing that this next part of our hook-up was going to be even more intense. “I’ve always wanted to be blown. But I’ve wanted to feel another man inside me, too. What do we do next?”
I grabbed his legs, pulled them apart and aside, and moved my head to the eager hole that awaited me. I began to gently lick his ass, moving my tongue in a circular motion, pushing it further in, then back, then in again. “Holy shit!” he exclaimed. “Holy shit. Don’t stop doing that.”
I did stop, but just for a few moments to ensure he knew what was going to be happening. “One of the best experiences for a gay man is to have his partner lick his hole. It’s an incredibly sensitive part of his anatomy and allows his lover to prepare to fuck him.”
“I want that, Chris. I want that so bad. I want to feel you inside of me, deep inside. I want to know how incredible that is.”
I continued licking him, and in the next few moments gently pushed my finger into him. It slid effortlessly inside of him, and his reaction was just what I wanted him to feel. “Fuck,” he sighed. “Yes,” I replied. “That’s what I’m going to do.”
After my first foray into him I pushed a second finger in. Then a third. Then a fourth. His hole was relaxing and engulfing my fingers as they slid around inside of him. “Are you ready for this?” I asked. He moaned. “Hell yes.” I lifted his legs higher and, sitting on my knees, pushed my cock against the doorway which would open and be the end of his virginity. His innocence. The yet-to-be-understood sensual tsunami that was about to break around him.
“Relax,” I whispered. “Let it just slide inside. Don’t resist, don’t clamp down. Just accept the gift one man gives to another in the most intimate way.”
“Okay,” Jonathan sighed. “I want you so bad.”
I aimed my hard dick directly at his hole and pushed very gently. I could feel him relax and open up to me. “It’s almost like he’s done this before,” I thought, even though I knew he hadn’t. “You’re doing great, Jonathan,” I reassured him. “Just stay relaxed.”
He clearly followed my advice because I felt the head of my cock slip past his sphincter and into the moist canal I was going to fill. I pushed my dick into him as far as I could, then pulled back to almost pull out of him. Then I repeated it. And repeated it. And repeated it, increasing the speed. I could feel my tip brush against his prostate gland and hear him inhale suddenly each time it did.
“If you want, now that you’re open, you can clamp down on my cock when I push into you. That will make it even more pleasurable for me as well.” He didn’t say anything, but I felt his gut contract against me. “Yes. God yes, Jonathan,” I sighed. “I want to give you your first cum.”
Jonathan began to stroke his again-erect cock. We were so connected to each other, so intensely well-tuned that “it” happened more quickly than I thought it would. “I’m cumming, Jonathan,” I gasped, taking one last push inside of him before I began to feel the jizz flooding out of me. At the same time his dick blew its load, which flew up and dropped down on his stomach leaving large puddles of gooey white.
It must have been a full minute or two as we emptied ourselves, me inside him and he on himself. My cock, having completed its conquest of his virgin hole by emptying my balls into him, softened and I slipped out of him. I dropped down on top of him and greedily slurped up the result of his ejaculation before falling on top of him. He embraced me as I rubbed the side of his torso. Neither of us said anything. We didn’t have the strength to talk about our intense, amazing experience, and we didn’t need to say anything. Our passion spoke for itself.
*************
“Well, how did it go?” Carolyn asked as I put a few items on the grocery store conveyor belt the next morning.
“Unbelievable,” I smiled. “I never….” She interrupted me. “Oh, come on, Chris. You and I both know that you’ve boinked a lot of guys.
“Yeah,” I said. “But still, for me this was the most amazing experience I’ve ever had.”
“Paper or plastic,” I heard the box boy ask from the side. I looked over at him, expecting to see Jonathan, but it was a different clerk who was definitely not innocent…or cute.
“Don’t worry,” Care whispered to me. “You two will be at it again tonight after he gets off work.”
She was right. We were. And it happened again and again and again from that point on. Two guys so into each other (literally). Fucking like rabbits. Paradise on earth, para-dicks in each other.
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Jonathan moved in with me a couple of weeks later. He completed community college and enrolled in the university to study engineering. You might say that we “built” an amazing life together…and you would be correct. As we grew older (and, hopefully wiser) our love grew and our passion grew even greater.
As I tell this story I must, sadly, finish it. Five years after we met, Jonathan was riding his bike to work when a car didn’t stop at the intersection he was crossing. The police said he died immediately and there was nothing anyone could have done that would have kept him alive.
My life was shattered. The day he was buried Care and I stood beside his grave, holding each other, crying, wondering why this had happened. I was, of course, completely devastated and am still trying to overcome my grief even ten years after his death. I don’t think I ever will. Every time I look at the photo of the two of us sitting on the beach, I ask myself “Why?” But there is no answer. Only silence.
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