Diary of a Teenage Hunk 2 (mm)
by Peterbilt
The Diary: At the Mall
Had a wild experience at the mall the other night. My first blowjob. Was walking down the mall when I notice/thought this dude was following me. He stopped when I did, he moved when I did, from one store to the next, looking at the window displays. The guy was checking me out, and I figured if a guy was checking me out, it meant only one thing. He was gay. Decided to find out. Went to the restroom. Sure enough, he followed me in and stood right beside me, even though there were other urinals empty. He propositioned me, I told him where my truck was parked and he came out to my truck. Gave me a terrific blowjob, and even let me go off in his mouth. I made him swallow my load because there was somebody in the car a few spaces down and I didn't want him spitting it out. Will keep my eyes and ears open from how on; cause I want some more of that action.
At The Mall
(The First Time)
Thursday night. Brandon was at the mall for no particular reason except to be hanging out, and maybe pick up a girl if it wasn't too much trouble. It was a school night so the pickings were slim. It didn't matter all that much; one night without sex wouldn't kill him but it would be nice if he could find some pussy. If not, well, he could always resort to his fist if he had to.
He paused to check out a pair of shorts in the window. He didn't think anything about it when he happened to glance to the side and saw a man standing at the other window on the other side of the store entrance. He moved on and crossed to the other side of the mall to check out another display window. He was suddenly aware of the same man's reflection in the window again. Coincidence, he decided.
He moved on down to the sporting goods store where there was a display of bats and ball gloves and sports jerseys. This time he watched out of the corner of his eye to see if the man had followed him. Sure enough, a moment later, the guy came up at a respectable distance beside him in front of the display. Not coincidence. He glanced around at the guy, caught his glance back, and a weak, half-smile of recognition. This had never happened to Brandon before, but he wasn't so stupid that he didn't know what was going on. The guy was cruising him. To make sure, he walked back across the mall to another storefront. He waited barely a minute before he saw the man's reflection in the window again. Okay, this was getting interesting, he thought; time for the real test, he decided.
He walked down past the food court and turned into the rest room. He went around the partition and stepped up to the end urinal. He hauled out his cock and let it hang out of his fly while he stood with his hands on his hips and looked down at himself with great admiration. Barely seconds later, the door opened. It didn't surprise him that the man stepped up to the urinal right beside him, even though there were several empty ones he could have taken. Brandon kept his eyes forward.
"Are you having any luck?" the man asked in a friendly tone. "Or is your girlfriend someplace in the mall?"
"No, I'm by myself. It's a school night; I wasn't expecting to find too much."
"From the looks of things, all you'd have to do is go out there and stand around," the man said.
"Girls are pretty easy these days, but not that easy," Brandon said.
With the few words between them, the man felt more emboldened to look down at Brandon's exposed manhood. Brandon looked around at him and when he looked up their eyes met. He wasn't sure what he saw there; fear, panic, most certainly want, lustful desire.
"Seems a shame to have to haul that back home without seeing any action," the man said.
"I might make one more swing around the mall," Brandon said casually.
"Then what, if you don't find anything?" the stranger asked.
"Wouldn't be the first time I slept with my fist," Brandon said, laughing.
"It deserves better than that," the man said.
"What it deserves and what it gets are sometimes two different things," Brandon said. He reached down and gave his cock a couple of pulls then started to put it away. He heard the man gulp and swallow so loud it turned his head.
"Shame to put that away," he said.
"I can't walk out in the mall like this," Brandon said, nodding down at his exposed cock.
"Damn, if I had a place....."
"If you did...what?" Brandon asked.
"Well, you wouldn't have to go home and sleep with your fist, that's for sure," the man said. "I would give it what it deserves."
It was all Brandon needed to hear. "South exit, Black Ram pickup, parked along the far side, under the trees," he said as he stuffed his cock back in his pants. He left the man standing there in a state of mild shock, and headed out of the mall.
His pickup sat alone in the row of parking spaces along the far side of the parking lot. Nobody parked out that far except guys who wanted to get their vehicles as far away from traffic as possible. His truck was barely visible in the darkness offered by the trees that blocked out the light from the parking lot lights. He didn't look around till he was at his truck. With his hand on the door he glanced back to see the man coming across the lot toward him. He climbed in and unlocked the passenger side. As the man approached, he leaned across the seat and opened the door for him. The guy climbed in and pulled the door shut.
"Is this safe, do you think? I mean, the mall security won't come snooping around, will they?" the man asked.
"I don't know, I've never done this before," Brandon said. "But even if they do come around, they got no reason to stop and check vehicles."
"You've never done this, here in the parking lot, or never done it, period," the man asked.
"Neither."
"Oh, Wow! You seemed so cocksure of yourself, I thought you'd done this before, a lot of times."
"Cocksure is my nature," Brandon said. "I didn't even catch on to you at first."
"Well, I'm glad you did," the guy said as he put his hand on Brandon's leg.
Brandon splayed his legs out wide, as a gesture of invitation and flexed his thigh muscle in the man's hand.
"Fuckin' solid thighs," he said. "Are you that solid all over?"
"Why don't you check it out for yourself," Brandon said smartly.
The man drew his hand upward and over between Brandon's legs. Brandon pushed his crotch into his hand.
"MMmnnnnn, if I hadn't already seen what you've got in there, I wouldn't believe what I'm feeling," the man said. He mauled the mighty bulge for a moment then began fumbling with the buttons.
Brandon was anxious, besides being a little nervous. He wasn't all that concerned about the mall security, they were a bunch of wimps anyway, but he didn't want to have one of his friends see his truck parked out there and come over. He gave the man a moment to squeeze and maul his bulge then brushed his hands away and undid his jeans himself. He rose up and shoved them down to his knees, taking his shorts along with them. His cock swung upward, like rubber, extending out over the seat, lolling up and down.
"Godd, you are big!"
"Yep, that's what they tell me," he said.
"How big, in inches?"
"I don't know. You got a tape measure?" he joked. "Really, I don't know, I haven't measured myself since I was about twelve."
"Why did you stop measuring?"
"Back then, I really wanted to have a big cock, and I measured it all the time to see if I was growing any. But after a while, I had a big cock so I didn't see any sense in measuring it. I didn't need any proof, I could see what I was carrying around between my legs."
"That's the reason you have such massive thighs, to carry all that around," the man joked. He ran his hands over Brandon's muscular legs then up under his T-shirt, across his tight, hard abs. "Damn, you've got a great body," he said. "I love your chest...your tits."
Brandon leaned up and pulled his T-shirt off.
"Ohh, Yess! Thanks. Beautiful!" the man cooed as he leaned up over him and kissed his chest, one side and the other, then he clamped his mouth over his right tit.
"Awwhh," Brandon gasped, laying his hand around the man's head.
"You like that?"
"Fuck, yeah. I didn't even know I had feelings there, like a girl."
"Not like a girl," the man said. "There's nothing about you that resembles a girl."
He let the man kiss his hard pecs and munch on his tits for a moment while his cock grew between his legs, then he urged him downward with his hand on the back of his neck, down toward his cock.
"You want me to suck it?" the man asked.
"That's what you came out here for, isn't it?" Brandon said. "Unless you changed your mind."
"No. Absolutely not," he said as he moved down and crouched tightly in the seat. He brought Brandon's cock up and captured the head with his mouth.
"Aaaaawwwhhhh! Fuck!" Brandon gasped. He clasped one hand around the man's neck and gripped the steering wheel with his other hand. He needed something to hold onto. Fuck, he couldn't believe anything could feel so good. The guy slurped up and down the big cock, trying hard to take more of it each time he went down. Several times his throat started to open but he choked and rose back up.
"That's okay, you don't have to swallow it all," Brandon said huskily.
"Godd, I wish I could," the man gasped as he rose up, his face glistening with spit.
"Just suck it," Brandon said as he urged the man back down on his cock. He lay his head back against the window and closed his eyes and floated off on a cloud of ecstasy that he couldn't have imagined. Geezusss, it felt better than pussy. Headlights swung around at the windshield and the man started to rise up.
"Stay down!" Brandon hissed as he shoved the man's mouth back down on his cock, so hard that he gagged when the head burst into his throat. "It's not mall security; keep sucking. Hey, man, you took the head of my cock just then; try it again," he said as he laid both hands on the man's head to urge him downward. When the guy resisted his pressure, Brandon clenched his butt muscles to shove his cock upward. The head burst through again and he pushed the man's head down harder and his cock sank deeper into the tight confines of his throat. He made him take several more inches before he began to choke and gag and wrest free of Brandon's grip. Finally, Brandon let him loose.
"Fuck, man, you're killing me!" the man gasped. "I can't take you all the way. You're too big."
"Okay, sorry. Just thought I would find how much you could handle. Just suck it then." He glanced at his watch. The mall was going to be closing. Not that it mattered to him, but he wondered if the man had to go back inside for any reason, maybe to meet somebody. Fuck it, he didn't want him to stop sucking. Finally, there was the decent thing to do.
"Hey, it's about seven minutes till the mall closes, do you have to go back inside?" Brandon asked him.
"Yes!" the man replied, sounding panicky. "Can you finish? Godd, I want your load so bad. Can you work it up for me?"
"Get back down on it, I'll do my best," Brandon said. The man went back down on him, sucking frantically. "Ohh, yeah, that's it...use your tongue...Ohh, fuck, yeah, like that, lots of tongue. Keep doing that, you're gonna get me off pretty fast. And play with my balls, that'll help."
The man cupped and squeezed his balls as he sucked, whinnying now, like a nervous mare.
"Okay, you're getting me...I'm getting close," Brandon warned. "Fuck, man, don't stop...keep sucking...ohhh, fuck, yeah...Goddam, man, I'm gonna blow! UUUnnnnnnn!!"
The man fought to keep from being impaled on the huge cock as Brandon began to unload in his mouth. He squealed and whined like a puppy as the stuff gushed out like a power hose, filling his mouth. Part way through, when he started to rise up, Brand pushed his head back down.
"I'm not finished yet!" he gasped. He held his head in place and gave him the rest of his load then let him rise up. He could see come running out the corners of his mouth. The man reached for the door but Brandon grabbed his arm to stop him.
"Don't spit it out! You can't open the door and spit it out, there's somebody in that other car."
The man withdrew his hand from the door, with a look of panic, like a deer in the headlights.
"If you don't have a handkerchief or anything, I don't, you're gonna have to swallow it," Brandon said.
Wide-eyed, the man took a big gulp, then another. He leaned forward, swallowing frantically, then leaned back with his head against the back of the seat.
"Wow!" he gasped. "That was a load and a half! Where did it all come from?"
"Yeah, I should've warned you, I come quite a bit," he said.
"That wasn't quite a bit; fuck, kid, you come like a young stallion!"
"Sorry I made you swallow it, but I couldn't let you open the door and have the dome light come on while you're spitting out a mouthful of come."
"I know. It's all right. I didn't know there was anyone in the next car. Whew! Thanks."
"Hey, don't thank me, you did me the favor. I don't have to sleep with my fist tonight," Brandon said as he was pulling his shorts and jeans up.
"No, kid, you did me the favor," the man said.
"I'll drive you back to the mall entrance," Brandon told him.
"I would like to do this again, if we can meet sometime," the man said.
"Yeah, maybe we'll meet up again." He drove up and let the man out. The man managed to slip inside just before the security man came to lock the door.
Brandon drove home in a daze. He'd just had his first blowjob, and he liked it. Shit, if he could get that every night he wouldn't even bother trying to find pussy. But he still slept with his fist. He couldn't get his mind off of what'd happened and he got hard again and he had to jack off before he could go to sleep.
The thoughts still lingered the next morning, and haunted him throughout the day, and he found himself trying to recreate the experience down to the most minute detail. By that night he had hit upon the idea of writing it down so he would have it to read and look back on. It was the beginning of his lust filled diary. He sat up in bed writing it, then slid it under his mattress, to be taken out to his truck the next morning.
The Diary
Measured for Pants
Went to buy new pants and jacket for Jeff's wedding. Some college dude named Evan measured me for the pants and got real friendly with the tape measure. We ended up back in the dressing room to try the pants on and he sucked me off. I blew a huge load in his mouth and some of it all over the mirrors. He's gonna DELIVER the pants.
Evan delivered the pants. Got another blowjob from him.
Measured for Pants
He hated shopping for clothes but he needed new slacks and a sport coat for his cousin's wedding. He drove over to Shaol's Mall, to Benedict's, an up-scale men's store that catered more to young guys. He was looking through the racks when a young college-age guy came up to him with a friendly smile. His nametag read Evan.
"Can I help you find something?"
"I need a sport jacket and a pair of slacks for my cousin's wedding."
"He's going to bite the dust, huh?"
"I guess he's gonna bite something," Brandon joked.
"What size?" Evan asked.
"At least a D cup; he's gonna have a mouth full," Brandon said.
Evan laughed. "I meant your pants size."
"I know that's what you meant," Brandon said, laughing. "I don't know anymore. I haven't bought any new clothes for a while. I know I've gained a few pounds."
"Well, certainly not to your detriment," Evan said, looking him up and down. "If you want to come back here with me, I'll get your measurements and we'll go from there," Evan said.
Brandon followed the guy around behind a counter where Evan took a tape measure and a key out of a drawer. He took a stance with his feet set slightly apart, expecting Evan to measure him.
"Back here," Evan said, nodding to the dressing rooms as he led the way. He unlocked a door and stepped back for Brandon to go in first.
It wasn't one of the regular dressing cubicles with short doors; it was a larger, private room with mirrors on three walls.
Evan slipped the tape measure around Brandon's waist.
"Thirty. That's a lean waist size for a guy your size."
"I guess twenty eight would be skinny, that's what I used to be," Brandon said.
"You're not skinny," Evan assured him. He dropped down to one knee to measure for length. "Is that where you normally wear your pants, on the hips?" he asked, looking up at him.
"Yeah."
He drew the tape down the outside of his pants legs and marked it. Then he placed the tape on the inside of his thigh and nudged his hand gently into his crotch. He held the other end of the tape at the bottom of his pants legs then nudged his hand again.
"Careful down there," Brandon said.
"Just want to make sure I get it...right," Evan said, with a slight hesitation and he glanced up at Brandon with a funny look then he gave his crotch one more firm nudge.
"You keep doing that, we're going to have a problem with the measurements," Brandon said.
"It wouldn't be the first time it's happened," Evan said.
Suddenly, Brandon was catching on. This guy was coming on to him.
"You got the measurements?" he asked.
"Yes. Let's go find you some pants for you to try on," Evan said.
Brandon decided to buy three pairs of pants since he was there and knew his correct measurements. Together, they picked out the three pairs and Evan led him back to the dressing room.
"This is your measured size, but you should still try them on," Evan told him.
Brandon went into the dressing room and tried on the first pair. They didn't feel right. He checked himself out in the mirror and he didn't like the way they looked. He tried on the other two pairs, with the same results. Still in his shorts, he went to the doorway and stuck his head around the corner.
"Excuse me...Evan?"
"Yes." The youth came from around the counter.
"None of these pants fit right."
"Well, let's check the measurements again." He grabbed up his tape measure and went back to the dressing room. In Brandon's room he closed the door and checked the sizes of the pants. Then he dropped down to one knee. He drew the tape up the inside of Brandon's right leg, nudging his hand gently up against the pouch of his briefs.
"My mistake. I didn't read the tape right," Evan said.
"Are you sure you read it right this time?" Brandon asked. He was sure the guy was coming on to him, and that he'd probably mis-measured on purpose.
"Do you want me to measure again?" Evan asked, taking the tape from around his neck.
"Might not hurt," said Brandon. He wanted to find out for sure about the guy.
Evan knelt down to measure again. He stretched the tape up the inside of Brandon's bare leg. "I can't help noticing, you've got very powerful legs."
"That's just natural," Brandon said.
"You've got the build of a runner, lean and tight, except your thighs. They're more like a football players thighs," he said.
"Actually, I'm not much of an athlete."
Brandon let out a little grunt when Evan nudged his hand up against the pouch of his shorts again.
"Sorry," the youth said.
"No harm done. I just don't want you starting something here that you can't finish," he said.
"I, uh...was sort of thinking the same thing," Evan said. "I never start anything I can't finish......"
"Glad to hear that," Brandon interrupted him, brushing his hand casually over the pouch of his shorts.
"But that would give me pause," Evan finished as he put the tape around his neck, nodding toward Brandon's shorts. He remained on his knee for a couple of seconds before he started to slowly rise up.
"You don't strike me as someone who would shy away from a challenge," Brandon said with a grin.
"Are you coming on to me?" Evan asked, grinning back.
"I was sort of wondering the same thing about you," Brandon said.
"Well, then......" Evan went back down to his knee. "Stand back against the door," he told him. Brandon moved to stand and lean against the door. Evan dropped his other knee and ran his hands up Brandon's thighs. "Fuck, you've got great thighs."
"Thanks."
"And how the hell do you get abs like that?" he asked, running his hand up across Brandon's stomach.
"It's all natural."
"Including this?" the youth asked as he palmed the pouch of Brandon's shorts with both hands. "Fuck! It feels like you've got an anaconda in there."
Brandon smiled. "I guess I am pretty good sized," he said. "I get it from my Dad."
Evan hooked his fingers in the waistband of Brandon's briefs and peeled them down. His cock began to unfurl from its curled up nesting position, and he had pull the shorts down nearly to his knees for the meaty tool to swung free.
"Holy Shit! You call that pretty good sized?! My Godd!" He wrapped his hand around it and tugged on it. "You know I gotta ask........"
"You've got your tape measure," Brandon said.
Evan took the tape measure from around his neck and held it up against Brandon's thick, hanging cock. "Damn! Seven inches around!" Then he laid the tape along the side of Brandon's cock as it continued to grow. "Over seven inches already...passing eight...am I going to have to get a longer tape measure when this thing gets hard?"
Brandon laughed "I don't think so."
They both watched Brandon's cock expand and lift and harden till it was standing straight out. Evan started to use the tape measure again but Brandon stopped him.
"Give it a second, it's not quite there yet." He waited till his cock was standing up at a sharper angle. "Okay."
Evan laid the tape along the side of the bobbing meat.
"It ain't gonna hold still for you," Brandon said.
"My Godd! Nine and a half inches! That's not pretty good sized, dude, that is phenomenal! I've never seen a cock that big."
"Is it gonna be too much of a challenge for you?"
"Absolutely not. You may choke me to death, but I'll die happy." He pulled the huge meat down and took it in his mouth.
"Aww, yeahhh!" Brandon whispered. He knew it couldn't be a long, drawn out blowjob. Somebody was bound to miss Even being away from his workstation. He put his hands around the guy's head and began feeding him his cock. He slobbered and choked and gagged, and fought off coughing. He took him like a real trooper but he was unable to deep throat him. Brandon didn't force it. He was good with his tongue. It wouldn't be long. It could've been but he wasn't trying to hold off.
Evan paused for a moment, catching his breath as he stroked the thick hunk of meat. "Godd, I wish I could have this in my ass," he said.
"Maybe that could be arranged," Brandon said.
"Fuck, yeah, let's do it. You name the time and the place." He nuzzled under to lick Brandon's crotch and his balls, then he sucked one into his mouth. He switched to the other one then licked his way up the length of his cock and captured the head with his mouth again.
"Before we get too close, I ought to warn you, I cum quite a lot, in case you were thinking about taking it in your mouth," Brandon said.
"Yess. I want you to cum in my mouth. I just know you're going to taste awesome."
"I don't know, the last guy wanted to spit it out. But he couldn't without being seen."
Someone else came into the dressing room area and went into a booth. Evan didn't miss a lick. A few minutes later someone else came back and called out his name.
"Evan? Are you in here?"
He froze and Brandon stopped breathing. After a couple of minutes he resumed sucking. Brandon concentrated on working it up. Suddenly he stopped.
"Listen, don't panic, just let me do this," Evan said quietly. "It might help you work it up faster," He wet his fingers and reached between Brandon's thighs. He ran his slick finger between his buns, pressing till he found his asshole. Brandon tightened his butt muscles. "I'm just going to rub it," Evan said.
Brandon relaxed his butt and set his feet wider apart. Evan's finger felt good rubbing his asshole. As long as he didn't try anything funny, Brandon thought. It felt good and it did the trick. Very quickly, he was squirming around on his finger as he felt the pressure building up inside. At one point he had to clamp his mouth over his forearm to keep from crying out.
"Geezuss!....W-what're you doing?" he moaned softly. His other hand was around Evan's head, holding him in place as he fucked his mouth. Then, "Ohh...Oh, Godd...Ohhhh, fuck, it's cumming! Don't stop! I'm cumming!" He still held the boy's head as his cock exploded in his mouth.
Evan whimpered with surprised delight as his mouth was suddenly filled with warm, thick cum. He tried to swallow but it was cumming too fast and too much. He moved his mouth off the belching cock and stroked it as it blasted long ropes of semen against the mirrors.
After a couple of minutes Brandon reached down and grasped Evan's wrist. "Gotta stop," he said breathlessly. "I can't take any more of this."
Evan slowly extracted his fingers from the big athlete's ass. "Godd, I never saw so much cum in my life. You're like a stallion."
"You got a mess to clean up," Brandon said as he began putting his clothes on. "Did you get all the measurements you need?" he asked, now anxious to get out of the booth before they came back looking for Evan again.
"Yes."
"When can I pick 'em up?"
"I'll put a rush on them for tomorrow evening. Or, I would be glad to drop them off at your house," he offered.
"No, I...on second thought...okay," Brandon said as he remembered what Evan had said about wanting his cock up his ass. Maybe...just maybe...he was serious.
The next evening about six, Evan showed up with the pants and jacket. His eyes popped out and he smiled when the door opened and there stood Brandon, naked.
"Wow! You're ready for me," he said excitedly.
"Been waiting," Brandon said.
"I'm sorry, I'm not prepared for what I said, about taking you in my ass. But I'm fully prepared to give you head again."
"That'll work for me," Brandon said. He closed the door and led the way upstairs to his room.
The Diary
At the Laundromat
Washer went out and I had to go to the laundromt. Guy there didn't think I was doing it right and he offered to show me. It was really late and he even said I should take off the clothes I was wearing and put them in the washer. He gave me a towel to wear. He was a nice guy and he got really friendly. He squatted down in front of the coke machine and I held the towel out while he gave me a blowjob. He said I could meet him there any Thursday.
At The Laundromat
With his Dad's promotion came an unpredictable work schedule. He would be at one site for a few days then off to another site hundreds of miles away. As a result, Brandon had to take more responsibility for things around the house. For example, the day before his Dad was to return from a worksite the washer broke down. Brandon hadn't bothered much with the laundry and now he had to go to the Laundromat, on a night when he had a date. He couldn't bring himself to tell a girl that he had to cancel to do the laundry. It sounded not only not believable, but downright dumb, so he waited till he'd taken the girl home to go to do the laundry. It was well past midnight when he drove up to the Laundromat. There was only one other person in the place, a guy no more than thirty, sitting on one of the long benches in front of the window, reading a newspaper. Brandon stepped up to one of the opened washers and dumped the laundry bag of clothes in it.
"Wow! You're not going to try to wash all that in one washer, are you?" the man said.
"Too much?" Brandon asked.
"That many clothes should take at least three washers."
"Oh, well, I, uh......" Brandon dug in his pocket and brought out a handful of change. "How much does it cost operate these things?"
"A dollar per load to wash, you can count on two dollars per load to dry."
"Well, I don't have that much change," Brandon said.
"There's a change machine over there," the man said, nodding down to the end of the rows of washers.
Brandon walked over to the machines and stuffed several bills in the change machine. Then he stood in front of the machines, eyeballing the display of laundry soap and bleach.
"I forgot to bring laundry soap. Will one of these little boxes wash three loads?" he asked.
"Not and get 'em clean," the man said. "Don't worry, I've got a big box of soap, you can use mine."
"I can't beg your soap," he said. "I'll split the load up between two washers and maybe one of these little boxes will do the job."
"You didn't beg, I offered it to you," the man said, setting the large box of Tide on the counter that ran between the rows of washers.
Brandon separated the heap of laundry into three even piles and began stuffing them into the washers.
"You're going to wash everything together?"
Brandon paused with the second armload. "No, I'm splitting it up into three washers, like you said."
"No, I mean, your white T-shirts with your jeans."
Brandon shrugged with a bewildered look. "The soap's going to get it all clean," he said.
"Dark stuff fades onto light stuff," the man said. "For instance, that red plaid shirt is going to fade and you're going to be wearing pink T-shirts and shorts. Unless, of course, that's not a problem for you."
Brandon laughed. "Well, it could be a bit of a problem," he admitted.
"Want me to help you with it?" the man asked, laying down his newspaper as he came around to Brandon's side of the washers.
Brandon felt a bit foolish letting the guy sort out his laundry, tossing his shorts and t-shirts and socks in one washer, and especially when he picked up a jockstrap.
"Now a pink jockstrap could really be embarrassing," the man said, tossing it in with the other white stuff.
"You know, you don't have to sort my stuff out, I think I get it," Brandon said.
But he was finishing up and adding the soap. "Anything else?" he asked, glancing around at Brandon.
"No, that's it," Brandon said.
"If that's it, plug the machines and presto, you're doing your laundry," the man said.
Brandon plugged the quarters into the machines then turned and asked the guy, "Listen, can I buy you a Coke or something for your trouble?"
"Actually, I've got one going, but thanks," the man said as he walked down to the end of the row. He stood leaning back against the soap vending machine while Brandon plugged the pop machine for a Coke.
"I'm guessing you don't do much laundry at home," the man said.
"You would guess right," Brandon said as he popped the can and leaned back against the end of the row of washers.
"Well, I can see why a guy like you wouldn't have much time to spend in a Laundromat."
"A guy like me? You mean a stupid guy like me who doesn't know how to run the washers?"
"No, I meant a stud like you...probably spending all your time chasing the girls. Or more likely, being chased by girls."
"Well, a guy's gotta have clean clothes to chase the girls," Brandon said.
"Hey, I forgot to ask you if there's anything you're wearing that you wanted to toss in the washer," the guy said.
Brandon blinked, looking down at himself; work boots, socks, ragged cut-off jeans and a t-shirt.
"Actually, what I've got on I need to be wearing," he said. "I can't just strip down and toss everything in the washers."
The man laughed. "You would be surprised."
"Are you kidding me? Guys actually take off the clothes they're wearing and toss them in the washer?"
"It's called getting your money's worth. It doesn't cost any more to wash what you're wearing," the man pointed out. "I've got a towel I could loan you to wrap around yourself if you're modest. But suit yourself."
"I'm not what you would call modest but what if somebody comes in?"
"Nobody who comes in at this hour of the night is going to be surprised at anything they see."
Suddenly it hit him and it started adding up. The guy was all too willing to help him with his laundry, even sorting and handling his shorts and jockstrap. He'd called him a stud, and now he was encouraging him to get out of his clothes right there in the laundromat. This guy was hot to trot.
"You said you've got a towel?" Brandon asked.
"Yeah, I'll get it." He walked over to the bench and got a towel out of a basket of clean clothes. He came back and held the towel out in front of him.
What the fuck am I doing, Brandon asked himself, but he quickly took his wallet and keys out of his pocket and laid them on the washer then skinned his T-shirt off over his head. The guy took it. Then he undid his cutoff jeans and shoved them down and stepped out of them and handed them to the guy. He glanced around before he shoved his briefs down.
"Might as well toss those in, too, you've got a white load going," the guy said.
"Are you sure this is all right?" he asked as he started to shove his shorts down.
"Everything looks all right to me," the man said.
Brandon glanced up and saw the guy ogling his body and he knew he wasn't talking about doing his laundry.
"Socks?" the guy asked.
"Naw, I wanta leave my boots on," Brandon said. "I'm about as naked as I oughta be," he added, laughing as he wrapped the towel around his waist.
The guy walked down to put the clothes in the washers then came back and squatted down in front of the coke machine. He glanced up at Brandon, about waist level, where he was holding the towel in place with one hand.
"You're not married. So your Mom isn't around to do the laundry?"
Brandon saw the way the guy was eyeing his towel. "It's just my Dad and me, and he works all over, at different construction sites. Our washer broke down." As he talked he casually pulled the knot around where the ends of the towel ported in front instead of the side. He watched the guy's eyes follow.
"Listen, I've got a pair of shorts you can put on if you want, if you're uncomfortable in just that towel," he said.
"Naw, I'm okay," Brandon said. He pulled the towel open, adjusted it around his waist and wrapped it snugly around his waist again. The guy's mouth opened and he blinked with surprise.
"Whoa!" he whistled softly.
Brandon pulled the knot apart and held the ends of the towel at his hips, exposing himself completely. The guy looked around toward the door.
"You can see somebody pulling up and coming toward the door, keep an eye out," he said huskily as he leaned forward onto his knees.
"Maybe we should use the restroom," Brandon said.
"It's out of order. The door's locked," the man said as he ran his hands up Brandon's thighs. "Fuck, you're built!" he said. "And hung! Godd!" He took hold of Brandon's cock.
"Ohhh, Fuuuckkk!" Brandon moaned softly, and held out the ends of the towel to hide him when he took his cock in his mouth.
After a few strokes he paused, pumping the slick meat with his hand. "Don't try to hold off, okay," he said.
"Yeah, okay, you want my load, huh?"
"Yes."
"In your mouth?" Brandon asked.
"Godd, yes."
Brandon took the guy's hands that were on his hips and moved them to hold the ends of his towel. Then he put his hands on the man's head and began fucking his face.
"Uumhhpp...Ohmnpphh," the man groaned around the big cock thrusting into his throat.
It would've been nice to make it last, but they were in a Laundromat, in public. Besides, it was just a blowjob, and Brandon was learning that blowjobs were on the other side of about any door, around any corner. He wanted to get off, and the guy wanted his load. At some point the man got so excited that he let go of the towel so he could have his hands on Brandon's body. The towel dropped to the floor. Brandon almost stopped to retrieve it, but thought, what the hell, if anybody walked in, well, the guy was the one sucking cock; he was only giving him what he wanted. Hell, whoever walked in probably wouldn't believe what they saw anyway, or they would applaud.
He clasped his hands firmly around the guy's head and fucked his mouth harder. He didn't care if he was choking him, and the guy didn't seem to mind all that much either. He simply gagged and dove onto Brandon's cock with greater enthusiasm. Drool was running down his chin and his eyes were watering.
"Awwhh...aww, fuckOhhh, shit, man, suck it!...Suck that big cock...Shit, you're getting me close.Ohh...Closer...Ohh, Godd...I'm gonna cum...gonmna CUM!...Here it comes......!"
He started blowing his load into the man's throat, with his balls smashed hard against his chin. The man choked and struggled back against Brandon's grip on his head till his cock was in his mouth instead of his throat, still spurting out ropes of thick cum. Brandon could feel the man's mouth filling up, feel the stuff swirling around the head of his cock. He felt the guy swallow a couple of times, then he was choking. He reared back, coughing. Brandon's cock shot out several more spurts all over the man's face.
When he had recovered, he knelt there, gasping for his breath.
"My Godd! I never had a load like that in my life!" he gasped breathlessly.
"I guess I should've warned you," Brandon said.
"Fuck, that thing oughta have the Surgeon General's warning on it," the man said.
Brandon laughed. "I never got any complaints before."
"Oh, I'm not complaining," the man said. "Far from it. In fact, I hope you never get your washer fixed. I wanta know what nights you're going to be here to do your laundry."
"I don't know, I never had a schedule in my head. I figured I would just come when I needed to."
"Pick a night. Any night," the man said. "I'll be here. Hell, I'll even do your laundry for you."
"How about Thursdays," Brandon said.
The Diary
In The Locker room
Go a real shocker today. Carson Jones is gay. Got my first piece of MALE ass. I fucked him in the shower at school. He loved it. Didn't even use a condom. He cried, he said it was so good he cried. Shot a huge load right in his ass. He wanted it in his mouth but I didn't pull out in time. I know where I can get all the ass I want now. He sucked me first, and another new thing that happened, when he was sucking me he shoved a finger in my ass. Surprised what a fuckin' good feeling that was.
Oh, and Jim Collins fucked two of the cheerleaders in the equipment cage, with all the guys in the locker room. The girls were hiding back there.
In The Locker Room
Brandon hadn't signed up for the baseball team because the games would run into the summer after he graduated, but he practiced with the team during PE classes, as did some other seniors who were not on the team. After spring break the baseball PE class, as it was called, had been moved to the last period of the day so the practice could continue after the period ended. The underclassmen were glad to have the older players practicing with them.
It was nearly four o'clock when practice ended on Friday. Several of the boys took off their shirts and walked bare-chested back to the gym, letting the warm breeze cool their sweaty muscles.
"I like this PE class, cause the locker room and showers aren't so crowded," someone remarked to no one in particular.
"Yeah, and sometimes the cheerleaders stay late to practice," another boy said with a leering grin.
"If there was just a way to get them into the locker room, while all the teachers are gone," another said.
"Did you ever think of just asking them?" Brandon asked in a droll tone. Everybody laughed.
There was the usual boisterousness as the boys entered the locker room, cleats clacking against the floor. They immediately began shedding their practice uniforms, baring their lean, muscular bodies down to their jockstraps. No one among the athletes really noticed, but there seemed to be a ritual of them strutting around in their jockstraps. No one, that is, except Carson Jones.
Carson Jones wasn't on the baseball team either. He was on the swim team, and he had stayed after school to practice swimming. He came in from the pool amid the loud joking and laughter, wearing just his Speedo suit.
"Holy Shit!" someone near the equipment cage gasped under his breath. It was Jim Collins. Brandon was apparently the only one who heard him.
"What?" he asked in a low tone, walking over to the cage where Jim stood.
Jim nodded to the cage. Brandon looked through the heavy gage steel wire, discreetly, and his eyes popped. "Fuck!" he whispered.
As if by some miracle, somebody's wish had come true. There were two cheerleaders in the cage, way back in the shadows beyond the naked bulb overhead. Brandon had to squint to see them, but they were unmistakable in their nakedness, lying on a stack of wrestling mats, legs spread lewdly, smiling and fingering themselves, then each other.
Brandon and Jim looked all around. Apparently nobody else had noticed the girls, or noticed the two boys looking.
"You girls need some help with that?" Jim asked quietly.
The girls giggled softly.
"Go ahead in," Brandon told Jim quietly.
"You come in, too," Jim said.
"No, I'll keep everybody's attention away from the cage. Just be as quiet as you can. We don't want a gang-bang."
Jim slipped quietly through the gate and Brandon pulled it shut behind him. He heard the girls giggling, heard Jim say something and glanced around to see him hauling his cock out of his jockstrap as he approached them. A moment later he heard a gasp and a groan and he knew Jim was in one of the girls. He found the light switch and turned off the bulb.
Brandon didn't know if Jim fucked both of the girls. He just knew he had a wide grin on his face when he slipped out of the equipment cage.
"We need to slip the girls out," Jim whispered. "I told them to put on oversized jerseys, they slip right around the corner and out."
Brandon didn't realize that Carson was still there till he came out of the shower.
"You still here? I thought everybody was gone," Brandon said.
"Everybody is, except us. Including the two cheerleaders who were back in the equipment cage. I stayed back to clean out my locker," said Carson.
"Oh, you saw that," Brandon said with a grin.
"Yes."
"You should've gone back there with Jim. He said they about killed him. He had to fuck both of them."
"I'm sure he was up to the task," Carson said.
"You should've gone back and helped him out," Brandon said.
"It didn't interest me. Why didn't you?" Carson asked.
"I was acting as lookout. Hell, if I'd known you saw it, I would've gone back and you could've been the lookout," Brandon said.
Brandon continued to dry off as he and Carson talked. Every time he said something and looked over at Carson, the guy was looking at him. Suddenly it hit him; something Carson said. It didn't interest him, going back in the equipment cage. And he had lingered back, using the excuse that he was cleaning out his locker; he hadn't done much in that regard. And the way he kept looking at him. Brandon took the can of powder out of his locker and sprinkled some in his hand to put in his crotch. He saw how Carson watched him.
"Keeps the jock itch under control," Brandon remarked casually. He offered the can to Carson.
"I never have that problem," Carson said. "It must be the chlorine."
"Yeah, I doubt those little jock itchers can survive that long chlorine bath you give 'em," Brandon said. "No shit, you never had jock itch?"
"No.'
"Do you think girls get jock itch?" Brandon asked.
Carson laughed. "What the hell kind of question is that? And how the hell should I know? If they do, I'm sure you would volunteer to scratch it for them."
"I was just thinking, when Jim went in the equipment cage with those two cheerleaders, he was still wearing his sweaty jockstrap, before his shower. Wonder if he gave 'em jock itch."
"Well, if he did, they deserve it," Carson said.
"That's a terrible thing to say," Brandon said, laughing.
"The two sluts sneaked into the boy's locker room, hoping to get gang fucked by a bunch of sweaty jocks."
"Man, have you got it in for women in general, or just the cheerleaders?" Brandon asked.
"Do you know any cheerleaders who aren't cock hounds?" Carson asked.
"No, but I don't know of any jocks who aren't pussy hounds either," Brandon said.
"There are those of us......."
"Yeah. Which brings me around to something you just said."
"What?"
"I don't want to piss you off, but...well, when I said you should've gone back in the equipment cage with Jim...you said it didn't interest you."
"It doesn't."
"That's kind of an odd thing, coming from a jock," I said.
"Depends on your viewpoint," he said. His eyes fixed on Brandon's then he let his eyes rake up and down the big athlete's body. "I'm looking at what I'm interested in."
"Oh, really."
"Really."
"Is that the reason you stayed back...to, uh...clean out your locker? Cause all you've done so far is re-arrange stuff."
"I needed a cover, just in case," Carson said.
"In case of what?"
"In case your radar didn't connect with mine."
"Oh. Did it?" Brandon asked.
"You tell me," Carson said smartly. "You tell me why you're still standing there naked, showing off your body, when you finished drying off five minutes ago. Unless you want me looking at it."
Brandon eyed the lean swimmer with a smile. "You've got balls," he said.
"So have you," Carson said, dropping his eyes to Brandon's manhood.
"You wanta go back to the showers?" Brandon asked.
"Sure," Carson said, and he led the way.
Brandon followed him, his eyes glued to his tight, round ass flexing with every step. "Anybody ever tell you you've got a great ass?"
"All the time, but just not the right people," Carson said over his shoulder. He stepped into a shower stall and reached across the wall to turn on the water in the next stall, then turned on the water in his own stall.
"Who are the right people?" Brandon asked.
"Well, definitely not the girls who are all ga-ga over my ass," Carson said. "You, for one. But straight guys aren't supposed to be noticing other guys asses, are they?" he asked with a grin.
"They do when it's being offered to them," Brandon said.
"Was I offering it?" He nodded for Brandon to join him in his shower stall by sliding down to his haunches, leaned back against the tiled wall.
"Looked like it, the way your buns were winking at me." Brandon stepped into the shower and stood in front of him, feet set wide apart, his cock swinging in the guy's face.
"Godd, you've got a nice cock," Carson said as he took it in his hand.
"Thanks. You're not hung so bad yourself," Brandon said.
"Oh? I'm surprised you noticed."
"Why? Everybody notices other guys' cocks."
"I thought only us gay guys did that."
"No, everybody checks out the competition," said Brandon.
"Oh, is that what you call it? What a lame excuse for a cover," said Carson. "At least I'm honest about it."
"So am I," Brandon said. "I checked you out as possible competition; that was before I knew you were gay."
"But you noticed and remarked about my ass and my cock after knowing I'm gay and I'm not your competition," Carson pointed out.
"You're fucking with my head," Brandon said.
"Sorry. I'll fuck with this one. Keep an eye out," Carson said. With that he scooped up Brandon's cock into his mouth and began sucking him.
"Ohhh, Fuck!" Brandon moaned softly, laying his head back into the shower spray.
Carson gave him a few slurping strokes, then asked, "You ever had anybody do this to you before?"
"No," Brandon lied.
"Are you lying? Cause you're just too damned hot not to have guys come on to you," Carson said.
"Maybe they did and I didn't know it," said Brandon.
"Or maybe they did and it just wasn't the right guy?" Carson asked.
"Okay, maybe," said Brandon. "There was this little twink freshman last year who acted like he was coming on to me but I never explored it to find out, he was such a total turnoff." He laughed softly. "Truth is, up till a few weeks ago, I was totally naive about guy sex."
"Who was the lucky fuck who un-naived you?" Brandon asked.
"Some guy at the mall,"
"No. Don't tell me, you got your first blowjob from some dirty old man in the mall restroom?"
"No, not in the restroom, although that's where we connected. And he wasn't a dirty old man. He was a good looking guy, about thirty. We did it in my truck out at the edge of the parking lot."
Meanwhile, Carson had gone back down on his cock. As he sucked, he ran his hands up and down Brandon's abs, reaching for his pecs, and up and down his thighs. He reached around to squeeze his butt muscles.
"Damn, your ass is solid as a rock," he said as he slid his fingers up and down the crack. "Relax 'em."
"Not till you tell me what you intend to do with your fingers," said Brandon.
"Why don't you relax 'em and find out?" Still, Brandon kept his butt muscles tight and locked. "Come on, stop being such a baby. Let me show you."
Brandon knew what the guy wanted to do and he didn't want him to do it. He remembered the guy at the clothing store, Evan, had done that to him and it sort of bothered him that it felt so good. But the longer he resisted the more Carson worked his fingers into his ass crack, till he was touching his asshole, and suddenly Brandon decided it wouldn't be such a bad thing to let it happen again. He let Carson rub his asshole, and as he did, Brandon relaxed his butt more and even jutted back a little so his butt spread apart. He watched as Carson stuck his fingers in his mouth then used the spit for lube to rub his asshole again. Only he didn't just rub it, he started pushing and rubbing harder and probing.
"Don't fuck out on me now," Carson as he shoved harder and his finger penetrated the tight hole.
"Uuhhnnn!" Brandon gasped.
"That didn't hurt," said Carson.
"It don't feel good," said Brandon.
"It will. Relax your asshole. Push out on it."
He did as he said and when he pushed out on his asshole, Carson's finger slipped in deeper. Way deeper! As deep as he could reach. He winced a little, but more from surprise; it didn't exactly hurt and suddenly he was touching something that spot that Evan had touched that felt so good.
"Ohhh...ohhhhh, fuck! W-what is that?" he groaned as he jutted his butt back harder onto Carson's hand.
"Surprised you don't know. It's your prostate; your love nut." He chuckled. "Your male clit."
Brandon succumbed. He set his feet as wide apart as he could, against the shower walls, and hunkered down onto the other athlete's hand. He squirmed around to try to rub his love nut against the probing finger.
"Ohhh...ohh, Godd! Aww, Mannn, that feels great!" he said. "You can use two fingers if you want."
Carson laughed and gave him a second finger.
"You're gonna make me cum doing this," Brandon warned.
"Ain't that the point? If I do, can you stay hard?"
"Probably can."
"Great. Do you fuck?"
"If you're talking about replacing your fingers with your cock, no," he replied emphatically.
"No, the other way around."
"Oh. Do you?" Brandon asked.
"Yeah, if you're interested," Carson said.
"I'm interested."
"Wanta do it now?"
"If you're game, I am," Brandon said.
Carson stood up and turned facing the wall, facing the hallway leading back to the showers so he could keep watch. "We're taking a chance. It's not going to be as easy separating to separate showers if somebody comes in," he said.
Brandon didn't say anything. He didn't particularly care if somebody walked in and saw them. He wasn't the one getting fucked. And it would be an excellent way for Carson to come out. Carson punched the soap dispenser and reached back and applied it in the crack of his ass. Then he put some on Brandon's cock.
"You're big; take it easy going in. Then you can fuck my eyeballs out."
"Damn, I like your style," Brandon said as he aimed his cock between the taut butt muscles.
Carson spread his legs wider and jutted his butt back.
"Listen, unless you really want to cum inside me, I would like for you to pull out and shoot it in my mouth. I'm what you'd call a cum pig. I like the taste of the stuff," Carson said.
"That'd be no problem, if I can pull out in time," Brandon said.
"Do it. I wanta make you go off like a canon."
"I do that anyway," Brandon said. As Carson braced himself against the wall Brandon set his cock against the boy's asshole and shoved. Despite his bravado about not caring if anybody came in, he was a little nervous, and so excited that he was shaking. He was going to fuck a guy in the ass! Carson pushed back against the head of his cock and Brandon matched him. The swimmer's tight asshole was no match for the slick soap and the strength in Brandon's muscle ass that powered his cock forward.
"Aawwhh!" Carson cried out softly as he was suddenly burst open by the thick. meaty head.
"Couldn't help it," Brandon murmured.
"Ohh! It's okay! Ohh, Fuck! It's okay, though, I just need to get used to it. Geezuss, you're big!"
Brandon gave him a minute. "We can't take too much time getting used to it," he said.
"Okay, fuck me."
Brandon gripped Carson's hip bones and pulled his taut butt back to meet the thrust of his cock.
"Awwwhhh! Awwwh, yeah, do it! That's it. Fuck me, you big stud. Ream me a new asshole! Come on! Fuck is that all you've got? I wanta be fucked!"
Brandon wasn't trying to be gentle but he wasn't trying to be rough either. Carson quickly changed his mind on that. He got a tighter grip on his hips and slammed into him with all his might.
"AAAHH!...AAWWWWHH!...OHH! FUCK!" he cried out.
"That what you want?" Brandon growled as he continued slamming his cock into the boy's ass like a pile driver driving pilings into the sand.
"YESS!...Fuck, YESS! OHH...OH, Mann! AWW, Gezusss, Stud, you're a goddamn machine."
Brandon fucked him so hard that Carson's legs threatened to buckle with each thrust. Finally, they did, and he sank to his knees. Brandon pushed him over onto his hands and knees and shoved him head and shoulders against the shower wall as he continued to fuck him. Neither of them could see, now, if anyone came in, but it was doubtful that either of them cared. Suddenly Carson's whimpering sounded like he was crying. Brandon slowed his pace and eased up on the force of his thrusts.
"Hey...you okay, dude? Are you crying? Am I hurting you?" he asked.
"I'm okay," Carson said in a weak tone. "And yeah, I'm crying, but only because it's so good. Why'd you stop?"
"I thought I was hurting you."
"You were, but it's wonderful. Don't stop. Fuck me. Just remember to give me your load, if you can pull out."
It was difficult to resume the pace and the force that he'd been using before – he didn't like hurting anyone – but as he did, and Carson responded, he was soon back to full force and speed. If it was so good that it made the guy cry, then he would give it to him the way he wanted it. It was just as difficult for him, after several minutes, to realize that causing Carson such agony was turning him on. It was his downfall. He lost control.
He caught himself just in time. "I'm gonna cum!" he gasped as he pulled his cock out. Carson turned around on his hands and knees and Brandon fisted his cock, aimed at the boy's face and his gaping mouth with his tongue stuck out like a glove. Barely a dozen strokes and he was spurting huge ropes of cum into Carson's mouth, and all over his face. It was a huge cum, and a hard one. Brandon's nuts drew up so tight they ached, and the tight quivering inside as his prostate reacted, ached as well.
When he was draining, Carson leaned in and scooped up his cock to suck it empty. He sucked till Brandon's cock was too sensitive and he had to pull back.
"Your tongue is just too much," he gasped, sitting back on his haunches.
Carson tilted his head up into the shower spray to wash the cum off his face. Brandon got to his feet and pulled Carson to his feet. He had to steady him, his legs were so weak. He stayed in Carson's shower stall.
"You okay?" he asked as Carson reached around him to punch the soap dispenser.
"Yeah. I'm more okay than I've ever been in my life," Carson replied.
Brandon punched the soap dispenser. "Here, I'll do that for you," he said as he began soaping up Carson's body. His muscles felt good to the touch.
"You've got a nice build," he told him. "And don't say anything about straight guys aren't supposed to notice. I'm just saying you've got a nice build."
"And my muscles feel good to you," Carson added.
"Yeah. Okay, your muscles feel good."
"So do yours," Carson said as he began soaping up Brandon's body. "You're an awesome fuck."
"So are you," Brandon said. "That was the first time for me."
"You could lie about that. I never had anybody fuck me like that, like I really want it."
"You sorta scared me when you started crying."
"Sorta scared me too. It was never that good before. Do you want to do it again sometime?"
"Sure. Anytime. Listen, you said you're okay, but is your ass going to be okay?" he asked.
"I might walk funny for a couple of days, but if anybody asks, I'll tell 'em you raped me in the shower."
"I like you, Carson," Brandon said.
"I like you, too, Brandon."
"I'll fuck you any time you want me to," Brandon said.
Just then the outer door opened and slammed shut. Brandon quickly got in his own shower stall. Footsteps came down the hallway.
"What're you two jackoffs doing still here?" It was the coach.
"I stuck around to clean out my locker," Carson said.
"Then we started talking politics," Brandon put in.
"Three things you ought never to talk about with friends...politics, religion and sex," the coach said.
"Hell, what's left?" Brandon said.
They all laughed.
"Don't forget to close up," coach said as he turned and left the two athletes in the showers.