Diary of a Teenage Hunk 5 (mm)
by Peterbilt
The Diary
At the Grocery Store
Dad gone out of town for a while, I had to do the grocery shopping. Got ogled by some ladies. Met up with a fireman, shopping for the fire station. The butcher is GAY. Turned out, so was the fireman. He was HOT. A total stud. He took me back through the meat department and upstairs to a dark room and I fucked him. He invited me to the fire station. I think I'm starting to like fucking guys.
At the Grocery Store
Brandon wasn't a stranger to the grocery story but with his Dad gone so much, it was the first time he had undertaken the grocery shopping by himself. He climbed out of the truck and knowing he couldn't go into the store bare chested, he pulled the tank top on over his massive upper body. He tugged it down as far as it would reach but there were still several inches of his bare, hard stomach showing, where he had cut the shirt off. He gave his worn cut-off jeans a hitch and adjusted his cap then headed for the store. Inside, he grabbed a cart and dug out his list.
He wasn't familiar with where things were but he was greeted by the deli and bakery so he decided to have a look. He wasn't big on sweets but he loved different kinds of bread for sandwiches. Over at the deli, he got some thin sliced ham, roast beef and turkey. At the produce department he loaded up on lettuce, cucumbers, tomatoes, apples, grapes and bananas. From there he wandered into the aisles. He wasn't a seasoned shopper that maneuvered swiftly up and down the aisles, knowing right where to find everything. He finally put the list back in his pocket and began eyeing everything on the shelves like it was his first time there. He must have looked like a total stranger the way he took things off the shelves as they grabbed his attention. Now and then he stopped to read the labels.
In one aisle he didn't realize he was standing in the middle of the aisle till he glanced around to see several women and a guy waiting to get around him.
"Oh, I'm sorry," he said, embarrassed, as he quickly stepped aside and pulled the cart out of the way.
"That's all right. You were so intent on reading the labels we didn't want to disturb you," one lady said.
"We were in no hurry," said another.
The man said quietly, "Don't let 'em kid you, they were enjoying the view."
In another aisle as he moved slowly along he must have looked like he was searching for something.
"You look lost."
He looked around to see a young, muscular guy wearing a deep blue T-shirt and jeans with a firefighter's emblem on his chest. He was not only very well built, he was strikingly handsome.
"Well, this isn't exactly my playground," Brandon said. "I was just looking around."
"Well, if you need any help, just find me and ask. I know the place like the back of my hand. I have to. I'm shopping for a dozen different guys, all with special appetites."
"Oh, you're shopping for the fire station, then," Brandon said.
"Yeah, and they all want something different."
"Are you the cook, too?"
"We all cook, and we all take turns shopping. Wednesday is my day to do the shopping."
Brandon couldn't help appreciate the fuzzy feeling and admire the fireman's build.
"Well, it looks like you shop healthy," Brandon said, noticing what he had in his cart.
"Oh, Yeah, it's a prerequisite that we stay in shape for the job," the fireman said. There was a short, awkward pause. "Well, hey, if you need any help just come and find me."
"Thanks." Brandon watched the fireman move on down the aisle, taking in his wide, muscle-heaped shoulders and his slim hips with the two mounds of his butt flexing in his pants as he walked. Suddenly he caught himself. Why the fuck was he noticing another guy's butt? At the end of the aisle, the fireman glanced back and smiled. Brandon felt a chill shoot down his spine and go right into his nuts.
The momentary experience rattled him for some reason and he moved up and down the aisles more quickly. He was suddenly surprised and rattled even more when he realized that he was trying to find and keep up with the fireman. Twice when they were in the same aisle, the fireman looked at him and smiled.
"You doing okay?" he asked him once.
"Yeah," he said nervously. "Okay."
They met up again at the meat counter. Brandon had picked out some T-bone steaks and tossed some hamburger in his cart, and was checking out the Polish sausages. Suddenly, a hand reached down in front of him and he glanced around to see the fireman.
"This is the best Kielbasa you'll find anywhere," he said, holding up a large sausage. "It's not name brand either. It's Karl's own recipe. He even stuffs his own sausage."
"Okay, I'll give it a try," Brandon said. He reached for it just as the fireman dropped it back in the display case.
"You can ring that bell, he'll come out and explain how he makes it and stuffs it. He'll even show you if you come on the right day."
"Oh, really."
Just then a big, burly man came through the door, wearing a full white apron and a white butcher's cap.
"There he is now. Hey, Karl."
"Dave, I see you're feeding my guys right," Karl said.
"Nothing but the best for the best. Hey, I was just telling him about your great Kielbasa."
"Best you'll find," the man said.
"That's what he was telling me," Brandon said.
"I told him you would show him how you make it and stuff it sometime."
"Be glad to."
The fireman picked up the Kielbasa again. "You wouldn't happen to have any specials going on back there today, would you?"
"Could be. Let me check." He disappeared into the back.
"If he has, we can go back," the fireman told Brandon.
He didn't know what was going on, but he was getting the strange feeling that it was about more than the meat department and Karl's Kielbasa
The butcher came back a couple of minutes later. He gave a quick, discreet nod toward the door. The fireman stepped around Brandon, and at the door he glanced back and nodded. Brandon didn't know what was going on but after the other recent experiences he'd had, he was curious enough to find out. He followed the fireman.
Dave seemed to know where he was going. They went past the meat saws and tables, to a short stairway leading up to a walkway with a door at the end. Dave held the door open for Brandon, then went through and closed the door behind them.
"Where are we?" Brandon asked, in the dark.
Dave turned on a light. "It's sort of a break room, except it's used by employees to come and lie down if they're not feeling well.
That answered that, but there were other questions in Brandon's mind, like why had the fireman brought him there. It was a small room, about ten by twelve, with a chair and a metal army cot. Brandon still wondered why they were there, but he didn't ask. He didn't have to. Dave reached down and groped the front of his cutoffs.
"I like what you've got showing...all those muscles...but man, I wanta see you out of your clothes," he said as he peeled his own T-shirt off, revealing his massive, muscular upper body.
Brandon was very well built himself, but the young fireman was awesome. Built, and also darkly tanned.
"Come on, we don't have a lot of time for talk and foreplay," Dave said as he was undoing his belt and stepping out of his shoes. "Unless you're not interested," he added, pausing.
"No, I...uhh, yeah, I'm interested," Brandon stammered, although he wasn't exactly sure what he was supposed to be interested in. Guessing from the other experiences he'd had, he figured the fireman was going to give him some head, but he didn't know why they both had to be naked for that. He took off his shirt anyway.
"Fuck! You're built!" Dave said. "Wish we had you down at the station, You ever think about being a fireman?"
"No. Wouldn't mind being one but I never thought about it seriously. Besides, I'm still in high school."
"No fuckin' shit! How old are you?"
"Eighteen."
"Fuck, you look like you'd be about third year of college. How the fuck did you get to be built like that so young?"
"I guess I got my Dad's genes."
"Fuck, I wanta meet your Dad."
Dave was digging into his pants pocket. He brought out a small, plastic packet. Brandon watched him as he tore off the tab and squeezed the lube onto his fingers. Then he bent over and applied the stuff to his butt.
"You ever fuck a guy before?" he asked as he was obviously working the lube into his ass.
"Yeah, once," Brandon said. His interest suddenly piqued, and he was startled about the prospect of doing it again. Especially to the muscle stud. And he suddenly understood his interest in the guy's butt when he was watching him move up and down the aisles.
"Holy Fuck!" Dave exclaimed when Brandon straightened from taking off his shorts. "Shit, how big is that thing gonna get?"
Brandon stroked his thick, rubbery cock several times, till it was sticking out of his fist, long and thick and hard. It looked almost menacing.
"About that big," he said.
"Damn! That is huge! I hope I can take it. You gotta go easy on me."
"Okay, I will."
Dave knelt on the edge of the bunk and bent over.
Brandon eyed the man's taut butt, spread apart so invitingly. It struck him as odd that he had no hair on his butt. He was as smooth as a baby. He stroked his fingers along the slick crevice between the solid butt muscles and felt the light stubble, and realized that the man shaved his ass. He found his hole easily, felt that it was nice and slick. He rubbed it, and it clenched against his finger Brandon didn't know how he was possibly going to fit through the tiny hole, but he figured he would, since the fireman was bent over for him. He probed through and the hot, tight hole welcomed his finger. It was nice and warm and soft inside the fireman's ass, and the hole tightened around his finger. Still unsure how his cock was going to fit, Brandon probed deeper, and Dave moaned.
"Ohhh, you found it, dude, now put your cock to work on it. "Fuck me, you fuckin' sexy teenager," he said over his shoulder. "I've never been fucked by a teenager, this is gonna be awesome."
Brandon moved closer with his legs against the side of the bed and set the head of his cock firmly against the hole. He pushed gently and the spongy muscle gave some but he didn't go in.
"Are you sure this is gonna work? Man, my cock is about twenty times bigger than your hole."
"You gotta push hard to force it through," Dave said.
"You said to take it easy on you," Brandon reminded him.
"Just don't ram me, but you gotta shove real hard. Then after you get it in, wait a minute to let me get used to it, that's what I meant by taking it easy. But you're going to have to put some serious muscle behind it to get through my hole, cause I know I'm tight."
Okay, Brandon thought. He took hold of Dave's hips and put pressure on the hole. He felt Dave pushing back. Brandon tightened his butt muscles.
"Oohh, Yeah, like that!...Ohhh, Fuck!" as the head popped through.
Brandon shoved in.
"Hold it. Not all the way yet."
Brandon checked his entry and waited. He could feet Dave's asshole squeezing tightly around his cock and the inner lining of his ass caressing all around it. "Ohhhh, fuck," he whispered.
"It's gonna feel a lot better in a minute for both of us," Dave said.
After a moment or two Dan's muscles in his back and shoulders relaxed and he squirmed his butt around invitingly.
"Okay, stud, give it to me. Go slow, but give it all to me."
Brandon shoved his cock through the tight hole. The folds of the inner muscles of Dan's ass caressed and welcomed his cock. He was amazed to watch his thick inches slowly disappear through the hole and he wondered where it was all going. Finally he was all the way in, his loins pressed hard against the spread, smooth man butt, his cock throbbing deeply inside the snug, warm confines of the young fireman's body.
"Ohh, fuck, you go in deep."
"Is it okay?" Brandon asked.
"Ohh, yeah. You hold it there for a minute. It don't hurt but it just feels so fuckin good, throbbing so deep inside me like that."
"It feels pretty good from this end, too," Brandon said. It felt incredible. He was anxious to move and start fucking the guy, but he waited till Dave signaled him by squirming around on his cock and acted like he was ready.
"Okay, big guy, fuck me, and you don't have to be easy now. Show me what you've got," the fireman said.
Brandon slowly pulled back as he clasped his hands around the fireman's hips, then he shoved.
"OOOhhhh!" the man groaned loudly as the teenager began fucking him. He shoved back to meet the thrusting cock, and thrashed his ass around in circles when it was deep inside him. "Goddamn! I haven't been fucked like this for a long time."
Brandon showed him more of what he had. He dug his fingers into the fireman's muscular shoulders for leverage and fucked him even harder, slamming his cock into his spread ass like a pile driver. Every few strokes, he swung his hips around to corkscrew his cock into the guy's ass.
"Ohh, Geezuss!" the fireman cried out, tossing his head back. "Oh, Fuck, man, you're gonna make me cum doing that."
"That's the whole point, ain't it?" Brandon said.
"Yeah, dude, we can't be in here too long. How close are you?"
"I never thought about it. Now that you mention it, I guess I could work it up any time you're ready for it," he said. And with that he began fucking him even harder. The slap-slap-slap of his loins against the man's butt resounded in the tiny room, and the man groaned louder.
"You think you oughta quiet down a little?" Brandon said. "They're gonna hear us out there and wonder what the fuck's going on back in the meat room."
"Ohh...Ohh, fuck...I'm getting meated, that's what's going on in the meat room," the young fireman groaned. "Ohhh...ohh, you're getting me there, fucker...ohhh, Godd...I'm gonna cum......!" The fireman's asshole started clenching tightly around Brandon's cock, and it felt like his entire ass was milking him as his climax overtook him. Then he felt the jolting tightness as he was cumming. Brandon slowed his pace, letting his own climax build up. The fireman was choking down his outcries, and Brandon could hear the soft splat-splat-splat of his cum shots hitting the wall. He let loose himself and began filling the man's ass with his own hot cum. "Ohhhhhh...ohhh, yeah, I can feel it! Fuck, I can feel your cum shooting in me!"
It lasted barely moments, but it was so hotly intense that it made Brandon a little dizzy. His legs were shaking and he leaned over the fireman to steady himself. Together, they collapsed awkwardly across the bunk till they caught their breath. When he was able, Brandon straightened and slowly extracted his long, rubbery cock from the fireman's ass.
"Damn, where the hell did you learn to fuck like that?" Dave asked.
"On the job training," Brandon said. "Only problem was, it wasn't very long."
"If we'd been in bed someplace, you would've fucked my brains out," Dave said.
"I would like to see if I could do that...fuck a guy right out of his skull."
"Fuck, I know a couple of guys at the station who would like to meet you," the fireman said.
"Okay," Brandon said.
When they were dressed, they left the room and walked through the meat room.
"Thanks, see you," Dave said to Kurt, who was smiling.
"Yeah, thanks," Brandon said.
"Hold on," the big meat cutter said.
Dave walked on out. Brandon held back to see what the man wanted.
"That ain't thanks enough," Kurt said.
Brandon scowled.
"I hooked you guys up. It's only fair that I get some of what he got."
Brandon blinked. "You...y-you mean, you w-want m-me to....." He looked all around, then finished, "You want me to fuck you?"
"Is that what you did to Dave?"
"Oh, shit, I wasn't supposed to say that," Brandon said.
Kurt laughed. "I've been wanting to find out what Dave goes for. Thanks for the heads-up."
"Don't tell him I told you," Brandon said with a worried look.
"I won't. I'll just tell him I figured it out for myself. I'll tell him he was walking funny," Kurt said.
"Thanks, I don't want to get in trouble with him. He wants me to come down to the station house."
"I'll bet he does," Kurt said. "It'll be interesting to find out what our city's finest does in their spare time."
Brandon finished his shopping and went to check out. There was a cute, young bagboy bagging grocers at the next checkout. He looked at Brandon and smiled.
"I'll get yours in a minute," he said eagerly.
"No rush. In fact, I can bag 'em," Brandon said.
"No, I'll do it," the boy said.
He seemed eager. Brandon watched him at the other checkout as he snatched things up and put them in bags without even looking. He was cute as fuck, with blondish, curly hair and a drop-dead smile that didn't seem to go away. Brandon noticed the way the yellow-and-blue striped T-shirt fit his upper body; how his smooth arms filled out the sleeves. He was built good for a kid that age.
The boy finished and moved to Brandon's checkout and began bagging his groceries. Every time Brandon looked, the boy was looking at him, smiling. By the time Brandon paid, the boy had his groceries bagged and in the cart. Then he stood with his hands on the car, as if to push it out.
"You're pretty fast at that," Brandon said as he put the receipt in his wallet.
"Been doing it for a while," the boy said.
Yeah, like a couple of months, Brandon thought. He wasn't old enough to have been doing it very long. He stepped beside the boy but he didn't move out of the way and Brandon realized that he was going to push the cart out.
"I can get this," Brandon said.
"I can get it, that's my job," he said.
"Maybe for little old ladies," Brandon said as he put his hand on the cart.
"I'll help you load 'em," the boy said as he moved out of the way, and he went with Brandon out of the store.
"You don't have to," Brandon said. "In case you hadn't noticed, I'm a pretty good sized guy, I can handle bags of groceries."
"Yeah, heck, you could probably pick up the entire cart, groceries and all, and set it in your truck," the boy said, following alongside the cart. "I wanted to ask you, how'd you get built like that?"
"Eating right, lots of protein, right amount of sleep, and lots of hard work."
"You mean work, like a job? Or working out? What kind of work do you do?"
"Construction, part time. I'm still in high school."
"No kidding! I figured you for college. You work out, then."
"Some. Actually, I'm built naturally, like my Dad. I didn't really have to work all that hard to get built like this."
"Man, I wish I had your genes."
They were at his truck and they both started unloading the cart.
"You do with what you've been given," Brandon said. "You've already got a good build for somebody your age. How old are you?"
"Fourteen."
"You're built damn good for fourteen. You got nothing to worry about. Just keep growing."
"But I won't be built like you are."
"Maybe, maybe not, but what does it matter?" Brandon said. "You know, there are girls who don't like big, bulky muscles like mine. They go for more slender guys with lean, tight bodies. You just need to meet one of those girls."
"I would rather meet a guy who goes for slender guys with tight, lean bodies," the boy said. "A guy like you, maybe."
Brandon set the last bag in the truck and turned to look at the boy.
"Whoa! Was that a come on? You're only fourteen years old," he said.
"I don't have much interest in girls."
"You will," Brandon said.
"No, I won't. If I was interested in girls I wouldn't be looking at guys."
Brandon pushed the cart towards the boy to take back to the store. "Listen, you need to be careful, saying stuff like that to strangers."
"Sometimes you gotta take a chance," the boy said. "So, is there a chance?"
Brandon was moving around to get in his truck. "A chance for what?"
"That maybe we could get to know each other."
"Look, you're fourteen, I'm eighteen. It wouldn't work out."
"If I was eighteen......."
Brandon looked at him for a moment. "If you were eighteen...yeah, it could possibly work out," he said.
The boy's face lit up "That's all I need to know. I can get to know you while I bag your groceries. And when you're twenty-two, I will be eighteen."
Brandon laughed and opened the door. He waved back at the boy as he was pushing the cart back toward the store. Yeah, like you're gonna wait four years, he thought. "Hell, he won't be a virgin when he turns fifteen," he said to himself.