Gay Erotic Stories

Manning the Store By: Jason Moore

It was a slow day behind this god forsaken counter in this abysmally boring store. The strip mall was seemed to be crowded, but not one customer had decided to check out the merchandise in my sister's bookstore. It was my first day helping her out and she was due in to relieve me in another hour or so to take the afternoon shift. How she ever talked me into helping her out this summer, I'll never know. Yet, the idea of earning some extra cash was one plus, at least until I found something better. All I knew was that after one more year of college I'd be out of this town and onto bigger and better things.

The jingle of the bell on the front door woke me from these thoughts as I looked up to see old man Jones enter with some young guy I had never seen before. Mr. Jones was a pharmacist who owned the drug store at the end of this small strip of stores.

"Hey, David, back from college, I see," he said as he smiled my way.

"Yeah, it's good to be home," I lied. "Sis needed some help with the store, so I decided to help out," I continued as I eyed the young man who walked in with Mr. Jones.

"This here is my grandson, Pete," he said. "Pete's gonna be stayin' with me this summer. His mom had to go to New York City for some job training or something and Pete here is gonna hang out with me while she's gone."

Mr. Jones was a widower with one daughter who I never really knew. She got married and moved away before I was born. I had seen her a few times over the years, but never spoke with her at any length. She was divorced now and I knew she had a son, but I had never met him before. But I was happy to meet him now because Pete was one hell of a manly specimen. My cock stirred as I looked him up and down.

"Hey Pete," I said as I reached out to shake hands.

As we did a tingle ran up my spine. His strong hand squeezed tightly as his handsome face broke out in a broad, killer smile.

"Whazzup," Pete responded as we shook hands.

"Not much, just waiting for sis to show up and take over," I answered.

"Well, Pete wanted to get something to send his mom for her birthday," Mr. Jones continued. "We thought a book would be a good idea. But I have to get back to the pharmacy." Then turning to his grandson he asked, "You can get home from here all right, can't you son?"

"Sure, gramps. No problem," he answered.

"Well what kind of stuff does she read?" I asked Pete as Mr. Jones left.

"She reads a lot. Mostly mystery type stuff," Pete answered.

I directed him to that section as the phone rang. It was my sister letting me know she'd be there in another hour or so. She had to run a few errands. She told me that I could close the shop up for lunch hour and then take off if I wanted. After hanging up I looked up to see Pete browsing through some books. He was quite a handsome young man. He stood about 6' 2" and was solidly built. His muscular frame was amply displayed as it bulged against the snug fitting jeans and t-shirt he wore. I was particularly drawn to the rather pronounced bulge in his crotch. I have had my share of sex, especially with guys on campus, but I'd never been with a black guy before. But, from the way this hunk of a man was looking, I was hoping I'd get a chance.

"Can't make up my mind, Pete said. Then as he watched me lock the door and put the "Closed For Lunch" sign in the doorway, he added, "Hey man, I can get this book later if you want. I still got a couple days to get it to my mom on time."

"Hey, don't sweat it," I said as I walked down the aisle where he stood with two books in his hands. "But, I think that one is a big seller," I added indicating the one of which he was now reading the back cover.

"Yeah? Thanks man. I guess she would like it," Pete answered.

"So, you play any sports?" I asked as we returned to the register.

"Yeah, I'm on the football team at State. I'm a safety," he said. "And you?"

"Naw, mostly just some intramural stuff now and then," I answered.

"Can I do anything else for you?" I then asked with a suggestive tone in my voice and another long up and down look at his fabulous body.

As I said that, I swear I saw a twitch in that large basket of his. When our eyes met again, Pete was smiling and then looked me over, as well. We stood there in silence for a few seconds that seemed longer than it actually was.

"I'm not sure, whatcha got in mind?" Pete finally answered as he grabbed and suggestively squeezed that delicious looking bulge in the front of his jeans. "You think you can handle this?" Pete then added as he continued to stare back at my now gawking face. "I've seen the way you been lookin' at me, man. And I can sure use some action. It's been kinda slow around here, especially stayin' with gramps."

"Yeah I think I can help you out," I said as I gulped. "Why don't we step into the back room?" I suggested.

Pete followed closely behind me as I lead him through the door at the rear of the store and into the rear office and storage area. There was a small desk with my sister's computer and a small settee next to that. I directed Pete to have a seat there. He sat down and seemed to take up most of that settee as he spread his legs widely. Taking the cue, I knelt down between his outstretched legs and reached out to rub his bulging crotch. My mind raced as I gently squeezed what felt like one hell of a cock. As I did, Pete tilted his head back and softly moaned. For several minutes I fondled him through his jeans until he looked down at me.

"So you think you can handle that?" Pete asked once more.

"I don't know. Let's see," I said as I began to undo his belt and jeans.

As I slid down the zipper, my mouth began to water at the thought of having my first taste of black cock. With his pants opened, I again grabbed at that delicious looking bulge straining against the front of his briefs. That fat cock reacted as I grabbed a handful and squeezed and stroked it through the thin fabric of his briefs. Then, leaning forward, I opened my mouth and ran my lips over that luscious cock still hidden beneath his briefs. Pete moaned again as my tongue and lips worked him over. His cock began to respond. As the front of his briefs got moistened with my saliva, they became sheer. I pulled away and clearly saw the outline of a huge cock with a crowned head straining against his briefs. It was nice and plump looking as it stretched out to the right with the tip nearly exposed through the elastic strip.

I pulled down on the waistband and that thick black cock plopped out as Pete said, "Yeah go on and get you some. Suck my cock, man."

Needing no further encouragement, I grabbed his cock and slowly squeezed and stroked it once again. It felt warm and certainly looked inviting. It had to be a good 8 or 9 inches long and was not even at full mast yet. I then leaned back down and ran my tongue over the soft tip. With his cock resting in the palm of my open hand, I proceed to run my tongue up and down the full length of that baby. For several minutes I lapped away at that hefty cock. Finally, I opened wide and took the head between my lips. Firmly, yet gently, I munched down on the mushroom head while flicking my tongue on the glans. That elicited another low moan from Pete.

"Oooh, yeah, that feels good," Pete said as he placed his strong hands on my shoulders. "Aaaah, yeah, man, suck my cock," he commanded as I slowly began to work more of that fine cock into my mouth.

I sighed back as Pete's cock slowly began to expand. My hand on its base and my mouth gobbling down the rest, I worked that cock like it was going to be my last meal. By the time Pete's cock had reached its full proportions, my saliva had it glistening and slick. I was determined to take it all. With a low moan, I forced the full length inside. I slowly lowered my lips, until my nose was pressed up firmly against Pete's closely cropped pubic hairs. His cock was now fully embedded down my throat as Pete let out a low, guttural gasp.

"Aaah, yeah, suck that cock, man. Choke it all down. Mmmm, yeah, that feels so good," he sighed as his hands moved up to hold onto the sides of my head.

Just when I thought I would choke on it, I backed off and looked up at Pete. "That feel good?" I asked.

"Yeah, man. But don't stop now," Pete said as he grabbed my head in both hands again and pushed me back down. "I need this bad, man. I need to get off."

As I sucked him back down, Pete began to squirm on the settee, rocking his hips in a slow gyration. His hands clasped more tightly on my head and he began to push and pull, forcing his cock back down my throat in quick, determined thrusts. My hands were now free and I unleashed my own cock and began to jerk off.

"Yeah take my cock, man. Take it all!" Pete demanded as he continued to force it into my gullet.

I could only grunt out my response to this wild face fuck. With the strong grip of his hands and the upward thrusts of his hips, Pete was going to town on my mouth and throat. I eagerly gobbled him down, as my own cock was now rock hard. That familiar tingle assured me that I was on the brink of blowing a hot load of cum. Seconds later, as I grunted in response, my cum spewed out onto the hard wood floor.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah! "I'm gonna cum, man. I'm gonna shoot my load," Pete gasped as his cock was plunging in and out.

He then pulled me away, grabbed his cock and began to jerk it. I watched, intently, getting a bird's eye view as he stroked that thick, ebony shaft. I waited intently, mouth gaping open and tongue lashing out at the tip of that delectable cock with every down stroke of Pete's rapidly moving fist.

"Yeah, open wide," Pete demanded. "I'm gonna shoot a load any second now," he grunted. "I'm gonna give you a mouthful, man."

His legs then shot out, tensed and solid, as his hips jerked upward. A blast of cum exploded from the bulbous head and landed right on my outstretched tongue. I kept my mouth wide open as a volley of cum shots erupted from that black monolith of manhood. With deft precision, Pete spewed his thick load directly into my gaping mouth. As the last spasm subsided, I took him back between my lips. I gulped down the load of cum in my mouth while sucking his now spent cock dry of every last ounce of his warm, creamy load.

"Aaaah, yeah, eat my cum, man," Pete sighed as his legs relaxed and he slipped back into the settee.

When I finally gulped down the last drops of cum, I pulled up. Licking my lips, I looked up at Pete's contented face. "Mmmm, that was delicious," I said.

"And that's just what I needed," Pete said. "We'll have to do that again before I have to go home," he quickly added.

We then got up and straightened ourselves up. I quickly cleaned up my spent cum from the floor while Pete used the bathroom. When he returned, I led him back into the store. He paid for the book as I slid it into a plastic bag.

"Well, I'm here for the rest of the summer, too. Come on by, anytime," I smiled back at Pete as he took the bag.

"Bet," he said.

I walked him up front, unlocked the door and watched him as he sauntered out into the parking lot.

'Well, this might not be that bad of a summer after all,' I thought to myself as I locked up and headed out back to my car. 'Might not be bad at all.'