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Tasty Treat Believe it or not, “Tasty Treat” is the name of an ice cream outlet near my home. I used to go there every chance I got when I was a kid. My big dream, back then, was to get a job there, serving ice cream, banana splits, sundaes, etc., and getting to eat all I wanted when it wasn’t busy. I used to pester the people there, asking for a chance to work, even when I was only fourteen or so. “Too young yet,” was the only reply I’d get when I would ask. “Come back when you’re legal.” I always thought that meant when I was legal age to get a work permit. I was to find out that wasn’t exactly what they meant when I was a few years older. When I was a senior in high school, I was able to finally get a job at the “Tasty Treat”. Bill Butler, who had been a year ahead of me in school, had been working there for a few summers. Bill was a bit taller than I was, and I was six feet even. He had dark hair to my blond, and he was built, as they say around here, ‘like a brick shithouse’! That means that he had a great physique, but we never used those French words where I came from. We had our own way of describing things. ‘Brick shithouse’ was about as good as you could get, physically. He always had lots of money, it seemed, and I was kinda jealous. He knew who I was, even though I was a year behind him, from all the times I was at the “Tasty Treat” during the summer. He used to talk to me in the corridor at school sometimes, and would give me a friendly punch on the arm, that kind of guy stuff, you know what I mean. He used to say, “Wait till you’re a little older. I’ll get ya in at the Tasty Treat. I couldn’t wait. Finally, one day in June, he told me he was going to be promoted to assistant manager so they needed a new boy, and I was him! Bill had the task of teaching me the ropes. “I’m really gonna get on you ass,” he said when I reported for work the first day. He had a sly grin on his face and Chuck, the manager, sniggered. “I’m gonna teach you everything Chuck taught me,” Bill went on, and this time Chuck laughed right out loud. I wasn’t sure what the joke was, but I laughed too, kinda nervous, like, but trying to be part of the joke. Bill showed me how to make the ice cream cones, how to fill the machines, how to make the banana splits and the sundaes. It was all pretty well straight forward. If you’ve eaten those things for years, as I had done, it didn’t take much to figure out how to make them. Within an hour, I was passing out ice cream treats as well as Bill and Chuck. “You’re a fast learner,” said Chuck. “He’d better be,” said Bill. “I’ve got a few more things I’ve been waitin’ to teach him, startin’ tonight after we close. Wanna stay around Chuck?” “Not tonight,” Chuck answered. “Got something I have to do. Maybe tomorrow, if he’s up for a second round.” I was a little nervous, but Bill and Chuck laughed again, so I did too, and forgot about it. The business slowed down once the sun set. Not much call for ice cream on cool early summer nights. Still, we had to stay open till 11 PM. Summer hours,” explained Bill. “Then we have about a half hour’s work cleaning up and getting things ready for the morning. Then we can have a bit of fun. I hope you’re up for it? You don’t have to go home early or anything?” “I’m game for anything you can dish out,” I said, not sure exactly what it was I was supposed to be up for. After a short pause, I asked, “What are you talking about anyway?” “You’ll find out soon enough. Wait till closin’ time,” said Bill, and Chuck sniggered again. “It’s worth the wait,” he said with a big grin on his face. “You’ll be in the hands of an expert. I should know. I taught him everything he knows!” By ten o’clock, it had cooled down considerably, and there was not a customer to be found. Chuck decided to strip the cash register, leaving just enough change to see us through to eleven o’clock, and left early. Bill went out into the back and returned with a couple of magazines. “Take a gander at these,” he said, passing one of them to me. It was the very first porno magazine I’d ever seen. I knew about them, of course. All the guys talked about them, and some even said they had some, picked up on visits to the city, but I lived with my mom, and she’d have a fit if she ever caught me with one, especially one like this one. It wasn’t girls with their tits showin’. It was guys fuckin’ the bejesus outta girls, or girls suckin’ their cocks. I looked up at Bill and he was looking right at me. I’m sure I turned red in the face. I know it felt like it was burnin’. Bill just smiled and turned the page in his magazine. “Great, eh?” said Bill. “They’re Chuck’s. He’s got more of them too. I’ll show you where he keeps them if you promise not to tell anyone. Chuck won’t mind, but he’d kill us if anyone else found out. We gotta keep them a secret. Okay?” “Okay,” I said. I had turned the page and there were two guys going at it just as if one of them was a girl. I had never seen anything like it. My jeans seemed to be getting tighter and tighter, especially around the crotch and I tried to straighten things out down there without Bill seeing me. No such luck. When I looked up to see if he had noticed, he was looking right at the bulge in my pants. “Looks like the pictures are gettin’ to ya,” he said. “Don’t worry. Guys always spring boners when their lookin’ at these kinda pictures. Gets ya in the mood for the real thing. Did you ever try the real thing?” I wasn’t too sure what the ‘real thing’ was. Like I said, I lived with my mom. I’d been springin’ boners since I was about twelve, and once early on I got caught rubbin’ myself into the sheets in bed. She was furious. “You’re gonna be just like you father,” she had yelled at me that night. “All sex, and no brains! Well, not in my house,” she had yelled at me. “You’re not doing that in my house! So just cut it out!” I wasn’t quite sure then what sex was all about, but I knew it was something dirty, and that mom didn’t like it. It didn’t stop me though, but I was a lot more careful where I rubbed myself after that, and she never caught me again. “Yeah, I suppose they help you get ready for the real thing,” I parroted his words. My cock was hard as a rock by then, and I’m sure you could have lit a cigarette off my face, it felt so hot. “I’ll put them away for now,” said Bill. “We gotta close up.” It was only 10:50, but we hadn’t had a customer in almost an hour. Bill and I started shutting off the machines and cleaning them out. We mopped the floor, put out the garbage, and had everything done by the time we turned the lights out at 11:15. “So you’re not in a hurry to go home?” Bill asked. “Wanna check out some more magazines? There are lots of great pictures.” “Okay, if you are’” I answered, feeling my face get red again. “Come on out back. We can have the light on, and no one will see us there.” Bill led the way, and I followed, once again straightening my cock up towards my belly in my pants so as he wouldn’t notice that I already had a boner. Bill pulled two chairs together at the work bench and took some more magazines down from the top shelf. “What kind would you like?” he asked. “Chuck’s got all kinds. Girls, girls with girls, girls with guys, guys with guys. You can pretty well take your pick.” “Uh, maybe girls,” I said. I was willing to look at tits again, but was a little worried about looking at guys doing it, either with girls or other guys. Mom would kill me if she found out I was looking at pictures like that! “Suit yourself,” said Bill, tossing one my way. “I like the action shots better. Here, look at these guys.” He pushed his magazine on top of mine. There were two guys, big, smooth, kissing. The were bare to the waist, and one guy had his hand on the other guy’s crotch. The second picture showed the first guy on his knees in front of the bigger fellow, feeling the outline of a huge cock with his hands, his face pressed right up close to it. The next picture showed them, the first guy with his pants down and his ass right in front of me, the other guy’s face buried right in his crotch. I couldn’t see what he was doing, but I could guess. The guys at school talked about it, but I had never known anyone who had actually done it. Certainly, I never ever did it. I groaned as a wave of horniness swept over me. “Gets to ya, doesn’t it?” asked Bill. I looked up and he was looking at the bulge in my jeans. He had his hand on his own bulge, and was feeling his cock. I could see its outline, right through his jeans. It looked big, and I had a sudden urge to put my hand on it too. I reached out, tentatively, and Bill looked up. He smiled, and moved his hand to one side. I put my hand on his bulge and pressed. “Aaah, that feels right nice,” said Bill. He reached over and put his hand on mine. “Yours feels some good too,” he said. He pressed his hand down on my cock, and them felt along its length with his fingers. “Feels like you got a fine soldier between your legs,” he said, giving my cock a squeeze. A tingle of excitement went right through me. “Uh, you too,” I said, feeling his cock through his jeans. It was the first cock I’d ever touched, exceptin’ for my own, that is. I could feel the heat right through the cloth. “Jesus, these jeans are tight,” Bill said. “I getta let the puppy out for some air. Why don’t you do the same?” Bill opened the button and unzipped his jeans. His white jockey shorts appeared and as he pealed the jeans back to either side, his cock stuck out, pushing against the white material of his underwear. A wet spot appeared near the end of his cock. I could feel that my cock was leakin’ a bit too. It always did that when I was really feeling horny. Bill reached over and undid the button on my jeans. “Let me help you,” he said as he pulled the zipper down. I leaned back, waves of lust washing over me. No one had ever touched me there, and I was sure I was gonna spurt, the feeling was so intense. “That feel better?” he asked. “Look at these pictures, will ya?” He had turned the page, and there were the two guys, completely naked now. The fellow on his knees had his buddy’s cock in his mouth, and the fellow standing up had his head thrown back, his eyes closed, and his teeth fixed in a tight grin. “Did ya ever do something like that?” Bill asked, his hands inside my jeans now, rubbing my cock. I reached over and did the same to him. “Gawd, no,” I said. “I ain’t never even seen another guys cock. I certainly never ever touched one, until yours tonight, and I sure as hell would never put one in my mouth. T’ain’t natural.” Still, just looking at it made me feel so horny, what would it be like to suck a cock, I thought. “I could teach ya how,” Bill said, reaching into my underwear now, and grabbing my throbbing cock in his hand. I arched my back, and lifted myself out of the seat a bit so he could get his hand all the way down inside my underwear. Fuck, it felt good. I was so horny now, I was ready to do anything Bill wanted me to do. “Would it hurt?” I asked, my last line of defense. “Hell no!” Bill exclaimed. “It’ll be the best thing you ever felt in your life. Life up again so’s I can get you pants down a bit and I’ll show you.” I lifted myself up as high as I could, without standing up, and Bill pulled my jeans and underwear down to my knees. That was no good, as they forced my knees together, so Bill pulled them the rest of the way down to my ankles. I spread my knees and my cock sprang up so fast and so hard that it slapped my stomach. Bill reached over and took it in his hand and squeezed it. “Mother of Gawd,” I cried out. “Shit, that feels, good. I ain’t never felt like this before.” “That’s nothin’,” said Bill, his head moving toward my waiting, pulsating cock. He stuck his tongue out and licked the beads of liquid off the end of my cock. “Fuck, I love the taste of the precum,” Bill said, and then licked at it again, a big ribbon of liquid gangling from his lips to my cock. “What’s it like?” I asked. “Salty, but good,” said Bill, but he spoke no further as he filled his mouth with my cock. “Christ!” I said, thrusting my hips forward, driving my cock further into his waiting throat. Bill began to work my cock, licking it with his tongue, sucking all the way to the bottom, then back to the top and licking it again. He reached under with his hand and felt my balls. “Oh Gawd!” I moaned at the new sensation. Bill took his mouth off my hard cock and sucked one of my balls right into his mouth and practically down his throat. “Holy shit!” He let my balls go and returned to my cock. Once he had it in his mouth, I reached down and grabbed his head and pushed it to the bottom. I could feel his lips nibbling at my short and curlies, then he lifted his head and dropped it again, working my cock better than I had ever done it with my hand. Up and down, up and down, he was moving faster now, and I was in ecstasy. I could feel the fluids welling up in my balls. “I’m gonna blow,” I warned, but instead of slowing down, he worked my cock faster and faster, in and out, in and out, till finally I could hold back no more and I spewed hot cream down his throat. With each thrust, I convulsed, and shook from head to toe, and spurt after spurt of cream came gushing out into his warm mouth. When I finally slowed and then stopped, panting from the exertion, Bill let my cock slip out of his mouth and reached up to kiss me on the lips. I could taste the salt, just as he had said. And loved it. I worked my tongue into his mouth and took more of my own cum into my mouth. I swallowed and went back in for more, but Bill had swallowed too. “There’s more if you want it,” he said, “but you’ll have to work for it.” He lifted himself off his chair and pushed his jeans and jockey shorts down to his ankles. “Here’s a tasty treat for you,” he said, as he pushed my head towards his long, hard cock. “Turn about’s fair play. Chuck’s gonna be pleased that his magazines did the trick. Be sure to tell you mother that it takes at least an hour to clean up after closing. Longer, when Chuck stays late too. We’ve got lots more to teach you.” I wasn’t listening, though. I had a cock in my mouth for the very first time and was savoring the moment. If I wanted ice cream, I wasn’t gonna get it, but hot cream was even better. It really was a tasty treat, one that I expected to enjoy many more times over the summer. I could only imagine what Chuck would teach me, tomorrow.