Store Summer Help
By: Morris Henderson
(Copyright 2007 by the author)
 

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Chad was an outstanding student in High School and wanted to attend college in the worst way. But his father was on disability and his mother recently died. They just couldn't manage the expense of college. Fortunately, Chad also excelled in athletics and broke several school records as a shortstop on the baseball team. The combination of athletics and excellent grades won him an attractive scholarship to college.

I first met Chad when we both worked in my father's sporting goods store. I was just out of college and working full time; Chad was still in High School and working part time. He worked hard--selling, stocking, and running errands. Work, school, and ball practice seemed to consume all his time. Over coffee one day, I asked if he ever had time to kick back and relax. "There will be time for that later," he replied. "First I have to earn money for college, and then get a degree." His answer was typical of him--firm goals, a plan to achieve them, and the energy to make his dreams come true.

"But what about your social life?" I asked. Don't you go to parties, date, or something to break the routine?"

He gave me a look I couldn't interpret. "Maybe later," he said abruptly and just as abruptly got up to return to stocking the shelves.

A few days later, a young girl came in to buy a present for her father. I guessed her to be about 19, perhaps from the same school as Chad. She was extremely attractive and it became obvious that she was more interested in Chad than choosing something for her father. Chad practiced the customer relations skills that seemed to come naturally to him, which only encouraged the girl's interest in him. Her interest was completely understandable. Chad had a great physique and an almost boyish face that one might expect to see on the cover of a magazine catering to teenage girls. But in this situation, he seemed to be all business. Finally, she bought a dozen golf balls and left. I commented to Chad, "That was a real looker ... and I think she likes you."

I got another look I couldn't interpret but Chad said nothing. I assumed that he resented my intruding into his private life.

To understand the rest of the story, you must know that I am a closet gay. For typical and irrelevant reasons, I plan to stay in the closet. But that doesn't stop me from discretely admiring men and Chad was as close to the perfect young man that I could ever imagine. It took extraordinary discipline not to reveal my attraction to him ... at least he gave no indication that my frequent sidelong glances in his direction were too obvious.

When he rushed into the store one day after practice to announce that he'd been given a scholarship to college, I was elated at his good fortune (but not surprised, given his school record). However, I was disappointed that he would be leaving in September. He would be hard to replace in the store but the ache I felt was simply not having him around. It was such a pleasure to admire his body when he wasn't looking even though I knew I would never see what was beneath his clothes.

In December, my father took ill and my parents moved to Florida, leaving me in charge of the store. The extra workload took my mind off any thoughts of Chad except to check the newspaper and internet to see how he was doing as a rookie on the college team. His playing was not as brilliant as it had been in High School but good enough to be a starter.

In late May, I got a letter from Chad asking for a summer job. I couldn't reply fast enough. He knew the store, the stock, and the customers. And I'd be able to work with (and admire) him for a few months. It was even worth the frustration of not being able to touch him, to hold him, to caress his body.

When he reported for work in June, I was stunned at how he had matured. He was even more physically developed, he had a confident manner, and his boyish face was now that of a young man. His jet-black hair was slightly longer but trimmed well. His arms were somewhat more muscular and covered not by teenage fuzz but by longer, thicker hair. His deep-set eyes, which had always captured my attention, blazed above a confident and captivating smile. My previous admiration for him was replaced with lust. I knew that it would not be easy to keep my feelings in check. One thing had not changed: his competence and work ethic. By July, he was functioning as assistant manager, trusted with full access to the store and financial records, which gave me welcomed relief from the long hours I had been putting in.

Still, there were some things only I could do. So one Sunday afternoon I went to the store, unlocked the door, let myself in, and locked it again. I was in my office at the back of the store when I heard the door open. Just as I was opening the door to my office, I saw Chad come in with another young man. Chad was saying, "Don't worry, Mick, the manager is camping this weekend. We've got the whole store to ourselves." I had planned the camping trip but I spent Saturday fixing a problem on my car and cancelled the trip.

I didn't know what to think. Was Chad going to rip off some merchandise? Or was it something much more innocent? I decided to wait to find out. I quietly closed my office door and switched on the security cameras. That was one of the changes I'd made when I took over the store: four video cameras covering the entire sales floor with a monitor in my office. I would watch what they did and hope it was an innocent shopping trip for Chad's friend. (What was his name? Mick.)

It wasn't long before Mick opened the gym bag he had brought into the store with him and pulled out a digital camera. He handed it to Chad. I couldn't hear what they were saying but it was obvious that Mick was showing Chad how to use it. By this time, I'd noticed Mick was nearly as hot a number as Chad--more muscular, blond, and perhaps a year or two older.

They made their way to the back of the store where Chad had set up a display of camping gear. "Let's clear out most of the athletic shoes," he had suggested two weeks earlier. "We can't compete with the discounters and can make better use of the floor space."

"Like how?" I asked.

"We can set up a camp site. Tent, sleeping bags, cook stove, all the camping stuff that has a higher margin. Customers will see it and they'll want to buy more stuff." He was persuasive and I agreed to a trial run. I must admit that he did an excellent job setting up a realistic display. It even got coverage in the local paper. Even better, sales improved significantly. Perhaps Chad was just showing off his display to a friend. Mick rearranged a few items. Chad was helping him.

Then Chad backed away while Mick stood next to the tent. Chad was taking pictures of Mick and it seemed Mick was giving instructions to Chad on camera angles. Innocent enough, I thought, but I was curious about why the pictures were being taken. I would have to ask Chad on Monday.

I had almost lost interest when I saw Mick strip off his t-shirt. The resolution on the video monitor was poor but good enough to see that Mick had a great upper body. Chad continued taking pictures. Mick pulled off his cut-off jeans. He wore bikini briefs. I couldn't tell what kind of package he had in them but by this time I couldn't take my eyes off the monitor. Chad was still taking pictures, which seemed less innocent than it had before. By now, I was watching with great interest. Mick laid down on the sleeping bag in the tent. Chad keep taking pictures. Mick stripped off his briefs. Chad continued taking pictures. Mick started playing with his cock until he got himself hard. As I watched, it was obvious that Mick was jerking off. Chad continued taking pictures --some long shots, some close ups.

By this time, I was hard and caught myself unconsciously fondling my stiff dick. It was then that I remembered that the video recorder was set to capture a frame every few seconds, which is adequate for security but replays as a jerky sequence of stills. It could also be set to full motion and I quickly changed the recording mode, thinking that I might enjoy watching the action again later.

Suddenly, Mick stood, took the camera and set it aside. If I was surprised with what I had already seen, I was astonished at what came next. Mick was undressing Chad. And Chad was not resisting. Soon, they both were naked, hugging, and grinding their crotches together. From what I could tell (I wished I had spent more for a higher quality video system.), Mick was very well hung but all I could see of Chad was his lilly-white ass checks contrasting with his tanned torso and legs.

Mick was now mouthing Chad's nipples while cuddling Chad's firm ass with his hands. Chad threw his head back and Mick kneeled before him, his mouth at Chad's cock.

Soon, they were both on the floor--Chad on his back, Mick massaging and fondling. Before long, Chad's cock was back in Mick's mouth and Chad seemed to be writhing in ecstasy.

I heard Chad's scream through the closed office door as I watched him thrust his hips up and then fall to the floor. He was motionless until Mick started sucking out the remaining drops of cum when Chad twisted, turned, and pounded the floor with his fists.

I couldn't believe what I had seen. Chad, an athlete and all-American boy, not only didn't resist, he seemed to genuinely enjoy the blow job from another guy. While I was puzzling over that, I saw Chad now had Mick on his back. Chad was mouthing Mick's nipples and soon moved down to Mick's hard cock. Moments later, Mick came and Chad licked him clean.

They laid there naked together for a while. I couldn't help myself; I jerked off a full load.

When Chad and Mick got dressed and left the store, I reviewed the tape from the surveillance system. It almost made me want to jerk off again but I removed the tape, put it in the safe, loaded a new tape, and went home to ponder what I had witnessed.

I concluded that Chad was either gay or bi and hoped that I could make it with him. I was five years older than he was but in excellent condition and, if I say so myself, very well hung. The age difference was not as big a problem as the fact that he worked for me. If he accepted my advances, I wanted it to be free from any hint of obligation to his boss (although, if I were honest, I would accept even that).

Chad came in earlier than usual on Monday morning. "How was the weekend?" I asked.

"OK," he replied, "just hung around doing nothing. And yours?"

"Fixed my car. Cancelled my camping trip."

"Sorry to hear that," he said. "At least you got away from the store for a couple of days."

"Not really," I said, as matter-of-factly as I could. "Came in here Sunday to work on the books." I carefully gauged Chad's reaction. It was as I expected--a look of surprise tinged with fear. I decided to let Chad chew on that for a while before I said anything else.

When the store closed at 6:00, Chad and I took the cash drawers to the office. I chose to make my next move. "How did the pictures turn out?" I casually asked.

Chad stood there frozen before regaining his composure and innocently asking, "What pictures?"

"Of Mick. In the camping display." It had to be clear to Chad now that I knew what went on but I continued, "The security video tape was awfully blurry. I hope the stills you took are better."

"Oh shit," Chad muttered without thinking.

The color drained from his face only to return as a very reddish hue of complete embarrassment. His eyes had widened in disbelief only to drop to the floor in shame. Chad was clearly distraught, perhaps to the point of panic. After all, he had been outted and it could be devastating to his sports activities, his athletic scholarship, his family, even his self-esteem. I quickly reassured him. "It's no big thing, Chad. I'm not going to say anything to anybody. It's your life and you can live it however you want."

Chad was looking at me suspiciously. I handed him the video tape that had recorded the whole show. "Here's the security tape," I continued, "You can destroy it if you want." I waited for Chad's reaction. He took the tape but was still distraught. "You're a fine young man. You've got a lot going for you. I would never screw that up for you."

That didn't seem to relieve his fear and pain. He needed more reassurance. "Believe me, Chad," I continued, "this will stay between us. I'm not telling anyone and it doesn't affect my respect for the terrific job you've been doing here in the store. No one will know but you and me."

After a moment of silence, Chad said, "Thanks. You're the only one who knows. Besides Mick, of course. I met him in my chemistry class and ... well, we became ... friends."

"I understand," I said. "It's none of my business and you don't have to answer but are you gay or bi?"

Chad seemed surprised by the directness of my question and didn't answer for a few moments. When he did, he was, not surprisingly, nervous and hesitant. "I fought it for a long time. Since I was 11 or 12. I thought it was just a part of puberty. But it wasn't. By the time I got to high school, I realized I was gay. But I've kept it a secret. Pretty well, I think. Until now. Now you know. And Mick, of course."

I hadn't planned to say what I said next but Chad was clearly distraught and I wanted to relieve his anxiety. "I know what you're going through. I went through the same ordeal. Except I've never met anyone like Mick."

I immediately regretted saying what I did. No one in the world even suspected my orientation and now I had explicitly told somebody. But it was worth it, I suppose, because Chad gave me a surprised look and I noticed that he was extremely relieved--no more fear and anxiety in his face or his voice. "Are you saying," he said hesitatingly, "that you're ..." He stopped in mid-sentence.

"Gay," I said, using the word he was reluctant to use. "But I've kept it entirely to myself. Three people know your secret: you, Mick, and now me. Only two know my secret: me and now you."

Chad was thoughtful for a moment and then said, "So I guess you know how I feel. About it getting out, I mean. It would really screw up my life right now. I mean ..."

"I know exactly what you mean, Chad," I interrupted. And I think he knew that I understood his situation because he seemed to relax even more.

"All this time," he started, groping for words, "you've kept it to yourself?"

"All this time," I answered.

"And you never even had ..." he paused before adding, "a friend?"

"No," I said, "I guess I'm a virgin and destined to stay that way."

Chad studied my face. I could tell he was trying to digest everything. "But you can still find a ..." Chad stopped in mid-sentence again as though he couldn't bring himself to say lover or even partner.

"Maybe someday," I said, "but I've never been in a position to really find someone I could trust with my secret. Until now, that is. You're the first person I've told." Although it was not necessary (I hoped), I added, "And I know I can trust you with my secret."

"Of course," Chad promptly replied.

"So," I went on, "Your visit to the store yesterday ... and this conversation ... never happened...at least as far as your working here is concerned. Tomorrow is another day. It'll be business as usual. Just do me one favor: try to find another place to spend time with Mick."

"I understand," Chad replied. "I'm sorry about yesterday; it won't happen again. And I'm eternally grateful for your understanding."

We left the store--Chad to his house to care for his father and me to my apartment to worry that I had handled the situation well. That night I jerked off (as usual) but wished even more intensely that Chad was in my bed with me.

The next day was, as I had requested, business as usual. Chad and I kept busy. In fact, it almost seemed we were keeping busy to avoid each other. After closing, however, Chad approached me and asked, "Got a minute?"

"Sure," I replied, "what's on your mind?"

"About last night," he began, "I just want to say how grateful I am."

"For what," I asked with feigned innocence.

"Our conversation about Mick and the video and everything."

"That conversation didn't happen. Remember?"

"I know, you said to forget about it but I can't. I want you to know that I appreciate your understanding. And I admire your courage in telling me about yourself."

"OK," I replied, "That's said. I appreciate your appreciation." I still ached to share a bed with Chad--but only if he wanted it too--so I added, "Now, anything else you need me for?"

Chad just looked at me for a moment. I turned to walk away. "Wait," he said. "Funny you should put it that way." He began to blush again and it seemed he fought to say, "I do need something else. And I think you need the same thing. I was wondering if ... Well, if we could get together sometime."

Was that an invitation? Did he really want what I had wanted for so long? I took the cautious approach, "Get together?" I asked.

"Yeah," he said. I could tell he was awkwardly searching for words. "Look, I'm ... how to put this ... frustrated. And I'm guessing you are too. I just thought we could get together once in a while for some ... OK, I'll say it ... for some sex."

I wanted to blurt out, "Anytime!" but restrained myself. "What about Mick?" I asked.

"Mick and I enjoyed each other at school. Very discretely, of course, 'cause Mick is in the same boat I am. He was in town over the weekend and we got together. Here in the store 'cause I could never do it at home. I won't see Mick again until school starts. In the meantime, I'd like to be with someone I know I can trust. And that's you. If you want to, of course."

"Want to? I've wanted it since your first day in the store almost two years ago. What are your plans for tonight?"

Chad was beaming. And I confess I was ecstatic at the thought of finally realizing my fantasies. "I have to help my dad at home tonight but I'd be free after about eight."

"Can you come by my apartment then?" I asked.

"Sure," Chad said, "I'll tell my dad we're going over some store remodeling plans or something." I was ecstatic but tried to play it cool and merely smiled. Chad gave me a killer smile in return and said, "Ah, would it be okay if I tell him I'll spend the night at your place? That is, if it's all right with you."

"That would be fine," I said. "No," I added emphatically, "that would be friggin' terrific!"

We left the store and I was so excited I couldn't think of anything except Chad's visit. I knew it would be fantastic for me and I wanted Chad to be happy with his decision. I grabbed a quick bite to eat, straightened up the apartment, chilled some wine (in case Chad wanted some), showered, and spent perhaps too long deciding what to wear. It was almost 8:00. Chad could arrive any minute. I was getting hard just thinking about it. Then it was 8:30. No Chad. Just past 9:00 I had almost decided that Chad had regretted his decision and wouldn't come. No. Chad would have called. Perhaps with some lame excuse but at least he would have called. I could call him. No. If he wants to back out, he should be free to do so without pressure from me.

Disappointment was starting to take over my feelings when the doorbell chimed. I sprang from my chair and ran to the door. Wait. I don't want to seem too eager. I waited at the door several seconds while psyching myself to be casual but to appear welcoming. On opening the door and seeing Chad, I gulped. He was in cut-off jeans and wearing a T-shirt with no arms. The clothes, his body, his captivating smile left me speechless. His question, "Are you going to invite me in?" brought me back to reality.

"Of course," I muttered.

He carried a gym bag. "Work clothes for tomorrow," he explained. "That is, if it's still okay to spend the night."

"The night. Any night. Every night." I assured him. He grinned again and walked inside.

I had the urge to take him immediately to my bedroom, strip his clothes and climb all over him. But better reasoning prevailed. "Care for a drink?" I asked. "Wine, beer, soda?"

"You got a Pepsi?" he asked, "I try to stay away from alcohol."

As we sipped our soft drinks, Chad apologized for being late. I didn't let on that I had worried about it. After some small talk, Chad asked how it was to be a closet gay with no friends. I admitted that it was difficult, that I had to content myself with magazines, videos, and--before I could say a lot of masturbation, Chad asked about the videos. "Where do you get them? What are they like? Did you have any?"

I brought out one of my favorite videos. Although I'd seen it dozens of times and it was losing its power to excite me, Chad found it extremely stimulating. Just a few minutes into the video, before any of the guys had even started to undress, Chad was adjusting his cock. It wasn't difficult to know he was getting hard. When the guys on the screen started undressing, Chad's eyes were riveted to the screen. This part of the video I knew was quite tame--the actors merely changed from their street clothes into cut-offs and sleeveless Tee shirts exposing lots of muscular torso and some ass but little else. Chad made a few comments but was otherwise simply intent on watching the screen. He hardly noticed when I sat on the couch next to him.

The first scene of the video was concluding. The actors were driving off in a sports car to a secluded beach where I knew they would strip and get into some hard-core action. I waited for the right moment to make a move on Chad. As the two hunks in the video shed their clothes and the camera zoomed in for a close-up of their impressive soft cocks, Chad gasped. At that moment, I put a hand on his firm and muscular thigh that was covered with short, dark hair. I moved my hand up toward his crotch. Chad, while still intently watching the video, smiled and spread his legs slightly to invite my further attention.

My hand reached its destination and I fondled his cock that was still imprisoned by his cut-off jeans. Chad gave me a soft moan of appreciation. Somewhat awkwardly, I managed to unbutton and unzip the barrier between me and the ultimate object of my attention. He raised his hips as an invitation to proceed. After pulling his cutoffs and briefs down to his ankles, he kicked them aside while I marveled at the rock-hard rod that now stood upright with a drop of glistening precum at its tip.

Chad stripped off his shirt and I marveled at the naked Adonis next to me waiting for anything that I could do with his body.

The timing was perfect. As one of the actors began licking and sucking on the other's nipples, I did the same to Chad. As the actor moved downward and took the other's balls into his mouth, I filled my mouth with Chad's plum-sized balls and toyed with them with my tongue. Having watched the video several times, I knew when to make the next move. The actor was tonguing his partner's cock head as I did the same. Chad was alternately moaning and gasping while precum oozed profusely out of his cut cock. I would have liked to prolong this part of the routine but I knew the actor would soon begin to swallow his partner's cock so I did the same.

Chad, by this time, was paying more attention to what I was doing than what showed on the video. Moments later, he lost all interest in the video as he was consumed with the urge to cum. Sensing that he was on the brink, I stopped. While I was eager to accept all the juice he could deposit into my mouth, I also wanted the experience to last a while longer. Chad looked at me with a quizzical, pleading look but I simply stood, announced that I wanted to get comfortable, and proceeded to quickly strip.

I stood naked in front of him while he intently examined my body and gave most of his attention to my erect cock. Unexpectedly, he grabbed both of my ass cheeks, pulled me forward slightly, and enveloped my aching cock with his warm, moist mouth. He was giving me my first blowjob and it was more intensely pleasurable than I had ever imagined.

I reached the brink and would have gladly shot my load immediately but I withdrew, dropped to my knees, and took his cock into my mouth. I brought him to the threshold of orgasm again and stopped. Accidentally and without an explicit plan, we fell into a pattern, bringing each other almost to the point of orgasm before switching roles. With each switch, the time working on each other grew shorter. I was the first to throw in the towel and moaned, "Chad, if I don't cum now, I'll go mad!" He echoed my feelings.

We got into a 69 position, tacitly agreeing that we would both blow our loads. We did so almost simultaneously. My orgasm was so intense I could hardly swallow the massive ejaculation from my virile partner. The nearly simultaneous orgasm while accepting another's hot, creamy juice in successive waves was pure bliss.

We must have laid there, almost paralyzed, for fifteen minutes while gently licking the last drops of oozing cum from the other's cock and letting strength return to our spent bodies.

I was the first to move. I got off the couch, sat on the floor, and whispered to Chad, "That was friggin awesome. I never dreamed my first gay experience would be so wonderful."

Chad smiled and replied, "It wasn't my first, but it was definitely the best."

The video was over. Credits were rolling. I punched the stop and off buttons on the remote. Chad complimented me on the synchronizing my early moves with the video and I suggested that there were some other videos that we could use in the same way. "To hell with the videos," Chad replied, "The real thing is far better."

We talked for quite some time, cuddling naked together on the couch, about what it was like to be a closet gay, how grateful we both were to have each other even though it would be temporary, and how we could discretely get together again.

It was early, only about 10:00, but I suggested we shower and go to bed. Chad readily agreed but asked if we should shower together and asked if I was really sleepy. "Of course, together," I replied and added, "We ought to get to bed but not necessarily go to sleep." Chad grinned and I led him to the bathroom.

We washed each other, gently and lovingly, and, in the process, we both drank each other's juice again from our grateful cocks.

It must have been about 4:00 a.m. before we fell asleep. Until that time, we repeated our first experience of alternately bring each other to the brink of orgasm before another spectacular 69.

The alarm blared at 6:30, my normal time to get up although the store didn't open until 10:00. I quickly shut it off but not soon enough. It had wakened Chad. I apologized but he just grinned and asked, "Do we have time for a little action?"

"Of course," I smiled back.

Having drained our balls yet again, we showered (together, with great pleasure but no orgasm) and ate a hearty breakfast while agreeing on plans to get together again.


 

Posted:09/14/07