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Moving Day (mm)
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Subject: Moving Day (M/M) Hot Gay Story
Date: Tue Jul 11 20:52:00 1995
Moving Day
By Lee E. Chapman
I had just rented a new apartment. It was a hot Florida summer day
and
I had a whole truck to empty. I promised myself a swim in the
building
pool as soon as I unloaded the last box. I noticed this teenage guy
working on the engine of an old Ford Mustang outside my bedroom
window.
He had a surf board on the rack of his car. On the rear window were
"Bad Boy's Club" and "No Fear" surfer stickers. I remember thinking
that this was probably his first car, since he looked just barely old
enough to even have his driver's license!
I finally unloaded the last box. Time to hit the pool! Now, which
box
was my swimsuit in? I stripped off my sweat soaked cloths and walked,
naked, into the bedroom. As I walked by the window I saw the kid
again.
I had been so busy unpacking the rental truck, that I hadn't noticed
how
attractive he was! He was parked just a few feet away from the
window.
I had a great view of him now. I didn't think he could see me through
the half closed blinds. I just stood there staring, unable to take my
eyes off this perfect young male.
He reminded me of that guy I had the hots for in my high school gym
class. I remember how I'd watch him undress, hoping to sneak a peek
at
his dick without the other guys noticing how interested I was. I'd
beat
off later in the bathroom stall thinking about sucking his hard
teenage
cock! This guy was even hotter!
His face was angular and lean. He had the "look" of those young male
models you see in fashion magazines. Familiar, almost "the boy next
door" type, yet somehow distant and unapproachable. His eyes were
dark
brown and shined intensely with health and vitality. His long black
hair, was shaved on the sides in a surfer cut. It flowed down to his
wide, square shoulders.
He was shirtless, wearing just a pair of tight shorts. His arms were
well developed with hard rounded muscles. His chest was smooth and a
perfect V-shape. His pecs were two well defined slabs, of hard
muscle,
capped with dime sized nipples, slightly darker than his smooth tan
skin. His washboard stomach muscles seemed carved from stone as they
rippled down to his tight thin waist. His legs were strong, muscular,
and youthful with a fine light fuzz of hair. A clear outline of his
cock showed through the thin material. I could see that the top
button
was undone with thick pubic hair peeking out. It was jet black like
the
long hair on his head.
He stood facing me, and slowly stretched, holding his arms up high
above
his head, his chest muscles flared and flexed showing off each one.
Dark patches of hair provided contrast with his pale underarms. He
brought his arms back down and absentmindedly placed his right hand on
the huge bulge between his legs, rearranging his large balls.
I was feeling kind of old looking at this hot kid. I missed my teen
days when my biggest problem was deciding where to party on Friday
night! I just moved from Kansas City to Daytona Beach. Now that I
had
moved out on my own I wanted to live where the beach, sun, and surfers
were year round!
I have blond hair and deep blue eyes. I am about 6 feet tall, and 165
pounds. I've always been athletic so my body is in great shape. I am
not quite a teenager anymore, but I see the younger guys checking me
out! They hope their adolescent bodies will grow up hard, hot, and
masculine like mine.
I suddenly realized I was stroking my hard cock while staring at this
younger guy. I wonder how long I'd been standing here? I decided
that
I had better get to the pool quick and cool off! I slipped my baggy
swim trunks over my hard-on, grabbed a towel, and headed for the pool.
On the way I walked by his car. He looked up and we made eye contact.
His dark eyes burned into me. I felt for a moment naked, like he
could
read my mind. I just had to say something! "This is a really hot
car,
it's a 69 isn't it?" "Yeah it sure is, thanks. It was my dad's." I
reached out my hand. "Hi, my names Lee. I just moved into 315." He
shook my hand firmly and said, "I am Brad. I saw you moving in. I am
in 112. I've been here for about six months. Welcome to the
building,
man."
He moved closer, telling me with pride how he had rebuilt the engine.
I
noticed a tiny stream of sweat running down his hard smooth chest,
leading the way to his exposed pubic hair. I could smell his teenage
skin. It had a sexy musk scent. He was driving me wild. My cock
grew
even harder as we talked. Thank god I was wearing my baggy trunks! I
suggested that he take a break from the heat and join me to cool off
at
the pool. He told me that was a great idea. He just needed to get
his
trunks. I went with him to his apartment.
I was waiting in the living room while Brad was in the bedroom
changing.
It looked a lot like my college dorm room had looked. Nothing too
fancy, just comfortable and lived in. There was a neon Budwiser sign
on
top of the stereo in the corner. Against the wall was an old couch.
There were posters of the bands Nirvana and Nine Inch Nails on the
wall.
I sat down on the couch to wait while he changed.
I was trying to figure out if this guy was gay, straight, or what. It
was impossible to tell from the living room. There was nothing in
sight
that gave away his sexual preference. It just looked like a young
guy's
apartment.
On the coffee table was this months Rolling Stone and GQ magazines. I
also noticed some college text books. I asked him through the open
door
what year of college he was in. Brad told me that he had just
graduated
from high school and was starting his freshman year. I told him that
I
had just graduated with my degree in computer science. He said that
he
planned to major in computers. So we had a least one thing in common
and I was hoping that there was even more!
Brad came out of the bedroom still wearing the tight shorts. He was
looking around for something. I asked him what he was looking for.
He
said, "I left those trunks around here somewhere. They're black
Speedos. Do you see them anywhere?" I looked down and saw them on
the
floor at my feet. I picked them up, "Are these them?" "Yeah, thanks
man." he said.
He walked over and I handed them to him. I expected him to return to
the bedroom and change, but instead he took his shorts off right
there.
I was right-he wasn't wearing underwear. He was standing just a
couple
of feet from me. I now saw what had made the large bulge in his
shorts.
His teenage dick flopped out, set free from the tight binding shorts.
Brad sure wasn't shy! I guess to him this was just like being in the
locker room at school with one of his buddies.
I tried not to stare but it wasn't easy with my face now just inches
away from his cock! Brad's dick was around 11 inches long and that
was
soft! The thick shaft had to be at least 5 inches around. He was
uncut, with thick foreskin covering most of the perfectly proportioned
head. It hung down from a thick forest of black pubic hair. His
balls
were huge; hanging down low in their smooth, full sac. The right one
slightly lower than the left.
Brad continued talking about his college classes but I wasn't hearing
a
word that he said. I drank in the sight of this perfect teenage male
standing naked in front of me. His smooth tan skin seemed to radiate
youth, power, and strength. He stood there for what seemed like an
hour
before he finally slipped on the skimpy black swimsuit. He stuffed
his
long cock and heavy balls in the tiny suit. The pouch hung full and
proud between his legs. He grabbed a towel and we headed for the
pool.
We were sitting on the edge of the pool talking. He asked me if I had
a
girl friend. I told him that I didn't have one. I went on to say I
didn't know anyone in town. He then told me about his girl friend.
Shit, well at least I had made a new friend, even if he was straight!
I
could still look and enjoy his body in my mind. As I glanced down
between his legs at the huge bulge, I pictured his cock in my mouth
and
imagined how it must taste...
I stood up and dove into the pool. He dove in behind me. Brad
grabbed
me by the shoulders and pulled me playfully other under the cool
water.
We horsed around like a couple of kids. After we swam a few more laps
we headed back to the building. Standing in the parking lot I told
Brad
not to be a stranger and to feel free to drop over whenever he wanted
to.
It was around 7:00 that same night. I had just finished dinner and
was
thinking about Brad when I heard a knock at the door. I opened it and
was glad to see him standing there. The white tank top he wore really
showed off his muscular chest and deep tan. He was wearing purple
surfer shorts and I noticed that he had on black Converse high top
sneakers.
I invited him in and offered him a Pepsi. "Thanks, you know, since
you're new in town and don't have a girl friend, I think I might be
able
to help you out." Great, I thought, just what I don't need! He's
going
to offer to fix me up with his sister or something.
"What did you have in mind?", I said, trying to sound interested.
"Well, I thought that you could use a blow job. I know that with my
girl friend away studying in Paris for the summer that I sure could!"
I
couldn't believe what I was hearing! Maybe I had been wrong about
Brad.
"Well, yeah, I guess, I mean sure I could! Let me get this straight.
Are you offering to suck my dick?" He seemed offended by my answer,
"You think I am a fag? No dude, you got it wrong!"
He went on to explain that he worked as a bag boy part-time at the
supermarket down the street. Every Tuesday night at 8:00 he and the
other bag boys would take turns getting blown through a glory hole in
the employee men's room. He said that none of them knew who the guy
was, but it had been going on for months like clock work. Brad said
that he and the five other guys were straight but, as he put it, "a
blow
job is a blow job" and besides, his girl friend would never let him
cum
in her mouth. This guy, he said, couldn't get enough teenage cum!
I knew about glory holes. There had been a famous one at the college
library; everyone seemed to know about it. Once I overheard some of
the
guys talking about getting blown there. They said, "All you have to
do
is stick your dick through the hole and this guy sucks you off. He
even
swallows your load!" They went on explain that you didn't have to
worry
because, the other guy never sees your face. I had even gone there
once, but I chickened out at the last moment!
The next thing I knew, we were in Brad's Mustang heading for the
supermarket where he worked. Pearl Jam was blaring from the stereo.
I
suddenly started to have second thoughts. I wasn't sure that this was
such a good idea. After all, I had just met this kid. But, I
thought,
if Brad and his friends had been doing it for months then I guess it
was
OK. I felt kind of flattered that Brad had shared this secret
activity
with me and even invited me along. It made me feel closer to him.
Not
to mention that I really could use a blow job. I was tired of jacking
off!
We arrived at the store and Brad told me to follow him. As we walked
toward the men's room I saw him nod to some of the other bag boys who
were working packing groceries. They all looked about the same age as
Brad. This store sure had more than its share of hot teenage studs.
Each of these guys could have been a model. I also noticed that all
were wearing black Converse high top sneakers like Brad's.
We entered the men's room at the back of the store. There were four
stalls. Brad told me to go to the end stall. I could be the first
one
blown tonight. It was almost 8:00 so I figured that the guy who gave
the blow jobs would already be in the next stall. I looked through
the
huge glory hole and didn't see anyone. I pulled out my dick which was
already rock hard and stroked the long smooth 9 inch shaft. I
couldn't
wait to feel a warm mouth around my cock. I heard the door to the
next
stall open and someone enter.
This was it! After having Brad's huge hot cock so close to me in his
apartment I was horny as hell! I was ready for a great blow job! My
balls ached. Just as I was aiming my dick toward the hole, the other
guy stuck his cock through the hole at me! What the FUCK was going on
here? I looked under the stall and saw a pair of black high top
sneakers. It was one of the hot bag boys! He must have made a
mistake
and thought that I was the guy who gives them the blow jobs!
I was so hot that I didn't even stop to think. There was a clear drop
of pre-cum hanging on the end of his cock. My mouth was watering. I
had to taste this teenager's dick! Before I knew what I was doing I
fell to my knees and licked the swollen head of his young cock. He
let
out a faint moan of pleasure as my tongue tickled his cock. I took
the
whole thing in my mouth and slowly rolled it around in my mouth. He
fed
more and more of the thick shaft down my hungry throat.
He was really into the action now. He was rapidly pumping his hard
cock
in and out of my throat. Just then he plunged forward, shoving it all
the way down my throat. I could feel his dick pulsating as he shot
load
after load of his hot cum. I pulled back so now just the head was in
my
mouth, he continued to shoot, filling my mouth with his warm sweet
teenage juice. It coated my tongue, allowing me to taste him fully.
I
swallowed every delicious drop of his sweet manhood!
The kid pulled his cock back through the hole, zipped up, and left the
stall. I stood up and tried to collect myself. What would I do now?
How could I face Brad? He thought that I was straight and I had just
sucked off one of his friends!
I opened the stall door a crack and peeked out. The young man was
standing at the sink washing his hands when the bathroom door opened.
In came another one of the bag boys. He had short blond hair and a
big
grin on his young handsome face. He walked over next to his friend.
"So, how was it dude?" he said with a knowing smile. "Fuckin great
man!
Brad was right. This dude loves suckin dick. I shoot my load right
in
his fuckin mouth. You're next man! Go For It!"
That little bastard Brad! He must have seen me through the blinds at
my
apartment watching him work on his car and stroking my hard cock! So
he
had planned this whole thing!! I shut the stall door and waited on my
knees.
The blond kid entered the next stall and closed the door. I looked
through the hole and watched as he unbuttoned his jeans. He was
wearing
black boxer shorts. He pulled his cock out and slowly stroked it. He
knew that I was watching. He had an enormous hard-on! Ten inches of
thick hard teenage meat! It shot straight out from curly blond pubic
hair. He held it in his hand almost like a weapon; teasing me. He
knew
that at that moment I wanted his dick more than anything in the world.
He was right! He had complete control over me.
He rammed his dick through the hole. Pre-cum was dripping from the
large head. I hungrily drove all its length into my mouth and down my
throat until my nose was buried in his blond bush. The fragrance of
his
young cock was intoxicating; making my head swim and my mouth water!
He
fucked my begging mouth. He was breathing hard and I knew he was
about
to cum. "Here it comes dude!" The kid moaned as he shot his load.
It
filled my mouth, spilling down my chin. I eagerly lapped up his cum.
This went on 3 more times. Each one of the guys had on those black
high
tops and was hotter than the next! I had never done anything like
this
before! I had just sucked off five young guys, one right after the
other, and in the men's room no less! I knew that now Brad was the
only
one left.
I couldn't wait to suck his big cock! I had wanted him since I saw
him
out the window working on his car! I was so hot after sucking off
those
five bag boys that I almost shot my load right then, but I wanted to
wait until I had Brad's big cock in my mouth! He was hotter than any
of
the others!
Someone entered the stall. I looked through the hole and recognized
Brad's purple shorts. He rubbed his crotch and the bulge grew even
larger. My mouth was watering and I licked my lips; ready to suck his
beautiful dick. Just when I thought he was going to pull out his
cock,
he fell to his knees!
I heard him whisper through the hole, "Lee, the guys want me to thank
you for the great head man! They really needed it! Now do YOU want a
blow job dude? I've never done it before, but I'd like to try it with
you!" I stood up and rammed my dick through the hole and into Brad's
waiting mouth.
This may have been Brad's first time at giving a blow job but he sure
caught on quick! He worked my dick slowly down his throat. I was
fucking his mouth and moaning with pleasure. Brad moved his head in
rhythm with my thrusts. I couldn't hold back any longer! With one
final plunge I started to shoot!
I had never cum like that before. I shot load after load of my hot
cum
into his young willing mouth. It seemed like I came for an eternity.
Brad swallowed it all, mouthful after mouthful, not wanting to miss a
single drop!
I live for Tuesday nights now. I am at the supermarket like clock
work
at 8:00. On my knees, ready to take care of Brad's hot, horny
friends.
In fact, a couple of new studs have joined the line-up! And at the
end
of the line, Brad is eagerly waiting to take care of me!!
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Lee E. Chapman Internet: lec@gate.net
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