Levi works the swing shift at a 7-Eleven. He's popular with the young girls . . . and boys.
Fair warning, Levi learns that he's bisexual. If you don't like boys with boys then slide on past this one and the next one. Maybe the one after that.
“Do you want to do it again?” I asked. She nodded. “Now that you aren’t a virgin you should learn how to give a blowjob. Every boy you have sex with will want you to suck his dick. I think you should try sucking my dick.”
“You just want me to suck your dick,” she said.
“Of course,” I said, “but I’m not going to force you.”
“I’ve done it before,” she said, blushing. “My cousins used to make me suck their dicks, before my growth spurt. I was taller than them after that. So I told them I wasn’t going to do it anymore.”
“What they did to you wasn’t fair,” I said, “It was rape. I’ll understand if you don’t want to suck my dick.”
“The funny thing about it,” she said, “I told them no because they were forcing me. I kind of wanted to suck their dicks after I got taller. I wanted them to have sex with me too.”
“Here’s the deal,” I said, “You don’t have to suck my dick. I understand why you wouldn't want to, but I promise you I won’t be mean if you decide to. I won’t force you, but you should learn to enjoy it. I am going to lick your pussy though.”
I jumped up, knelt between her legs as if she were going to try and escape, then leaned in and covered her pussy with my mouth. She lay there wide eyed with her hands over her mouth. After a minute she started to groove.
Then my phone warbled. Shit. There was only one person it could be, outside of a family emergency. I rolled out of bed and picked it up. “Hello.”
“Hey pedo,” Franky said.
“Hey motherfucker,” I said, because our boss wasn’t just married, she was a mom.
“Fuck you,” Franky said.
“I’m a pedo,” I said, “not a queer.”
As I stood there, Becky looked at my limp, cum covered dick. She got up and went to the bathroom. I heard water running so I figured she was wetting a washcloth.
“Becky’s cousin,” Franky said, “Amanda is here.”
Becky came back and sat on the edge of the bed. She put the washcloth on my warm crusty pecker and made me jump. “Shit,” I said.
“Shit?” Franky asked.
“Nothing,” I said, covering the mouthpiece of the phone, and whispered to Becky, “Next time use warm water.” I uncovered the mouthpiece and said, “why’s she there?”
“Because she’s looking for Becky,” he said, “Becky was spending the night with her and she snuck out.” That explains the distance: she was at Glendale apartments, right down the block from the store.
“Did you tell her I gave her a ride?” I asked.
“I told her you kidnapped her and were in the process of raping her,” he said. Becky was playing with my dick after she’d cleaned it. It was getting hard.
“Good god,” I said, “You’re such a jealous hypocrite. Amanda is there because she has a crush on you.”
Becky whispered, “Amanda’s at the store?”
I shrugged. I thought Franky might be fucking with me.
Becky was absently pumping my penis with her thumb and forefinger. She seemed lost in thought. After a minute or so she leaned over and licked the underside of it.
“Shit!” I said.
“Shit?” Franky asked.
“Nothing,” I said, “I’m in the middle of something.”
“You mean you’re screwing Becky,” he said flatly.
“No,” I said, “I am not screwing Becky.” Becky looked up then back at my dick. Then she put her mouth over it. I didn’t say shit this time. I covered the mouthpiece and whispered, “no teeth.”
“Are you naked?” Franky asked. I heard a girl’s voice say something.
“Who was that?” I asked.
“Amanda,” he said.
Becky had gotten me very hard. She was getting a rhythm going. I was wondering if it was because I wasn’t forcing her to do it that allowed her to try it again.
“Is Becky naked?” he asked.
“I’m not telling you that,” I said, “You fucking pedo.”
“Amanda said she’s only fourteen.” Franky hissed the number fourteen.
“Becky is fourteen?” I said.
Becky pulled back and said, loudly and clearly, “Franky fucks Amanda’s mom.”
“Franky fucks Amanda’s mom?” I said. Becky went back to sucking my dick. That would explain how Becky knew Franky.
Becky was concentrating on the helmet, which was a prime feature of my dong. It felt good but there was no passion, so I pulled my hips back and told her it was time to go.
"I can stay the night," she said.
"No," I said, "you can't. Amanda is looking for you. I need to get you back before her mom finds out she's gone."
Becky didn't seem disappointed, which was disappointing. I expected her to at least ask me to fuck her again, but she didn't do that either. Maybe that only happened in porno movies.
I slipped on a pair of sweats and my leather bomber jacket, and slipped into my boots. I didn't have on a shirt, underwear or socks. I wanted to get Becky off my hands quickly.
She went to the bathroom and I started my truck. A few minutes later she cranked open the passenger door and climbed in.
I headed to the highway and Becky was quiet.
"Did you tell Amanda what you were doing?" I asked.
"Yeah," she said.
"Then why is she at the store?" I asked.
"She's jealous," she said.
"Of what? I asked.
"I told her I'd screw you before she did," she said.
"Does Amanda want to do it with me?" I asked. Amanda was aloof towards me at best, but she has a sweet ass, and that mop of unruly curly brown hair . . . it was hard to believe she was still a virgin. She was a gorgeous little hippy chick.
"Oh yeah," she said.
"She doesn't act like she does," I said. "Are you sure?"
"She told me all about her first time with you," she said. "She said she's going to bring a joint and her favorite Grateful Dead cassette, and you were going to make love all night."
I was quiet for a few minutes. I was allowing that scene to play out. It was pleasant. Hm.
"You wanna fuck her," Becky said, "don't you."
"Well," I said, "I never really thought about it." Which was a lie. I fantasized about fucking all the pretty girls. I kinda like the Dead but I don't smoke pot very often. Amanda . . . "She's not a virgin."
Becky shrugged.
Now I hoped Amanda was at the store when we got there. If that's where Becky wants me to drop her. "Where do you want me to take you?"
"The store," she said, "just don't park up front."
When I got there I drove around the building and parked behind the dumpster. As soon as I came to a complete stop Becky hopped out and ran to the car wash parking lot, heading for Glendale Apartments.
Becky waved without looking back. I didn't even know if Amanda was still there.
When I walked past the big glass windows I could see Amanda leaning on the counter while Franky stood upright with his hands in his smock pockets.
When Franky noticed me I signed through the window, "Becky running to Glendale." Franky nodded. Amanda looked over at me and waved. I waved back and signed to Franky, "you fucked her mom?"
Amanda laughed so hard I could hear it outside. She knows sign language!
I went inside. Franky said, "you dumbass, Amanda knows ASL."
I signed, "I think Amanda answer question. Pretty girl, pretty smart."
She wore flare legged jeans. They were straight legs that someone had busted the bottom 10 inches of the outer seam and sewn bright red triangles of fabric. There were sunflowers appliqued randomly. She wore a purple peasant blouse with a black wife beater underneath.
Amanda signed, "thank you, kind sir."
I could tell Amanda didn't speak ASL very often because she was too formal. People who use sign language would sound like cavemen if they spoke the words they were signing. Most of their communication is on their face and in their body language. If someone asked you to go to the store, they would sign, "Go store, please," with a pleading look on their face. But it was impressive that Amanda knew ASL at all.
I signed, "you go Becky now?"
She said, "no." She turned her face up to me and smiled. She had a cute little nose and a splash of freckles. She grabbed the sleeve of my jacket and tugged a couple of times.
"Fer fuck's sake!" Franky said. He turned away from us and lit a cigarette.
Amanda smirked up at me.
"You know I just took Becky to my house, right?" I asked. I started getting an erection. Her smile stayed in place. "What about your mom?"
"She can make love with you some other time," she said. Franky walked into the backroom. He was pissed.
"You know what I mean," I said.
"She knows I stay at Derek's Friday and Saturday night," she said.
"She lets you stay overnight at a guy's house?" I asked. My mom would never let my girlfriend spend the night at my house.
"That's crazy."
"Not really," she said. "You ever watch Three's Company?"
Of course I had. It was about 2 girls and a guy living together, but the land lord only allowed it because he thinks the guy is gay.
"So Derek is gay?" I asked.
"No," she said. "Well we don't know for sure. He might be. He has a crush on you. He said you kissed him one time."
"That was a joke," I said.
"He knows that," she said, "he said you frenched him and squeezed his butt cheeks. He said he's had a boner ever since. He masturbates thinking about you kissing him.
That was news. Derek was a handsome boy. His hair had the freak feather, meaning it was a few inches longer than the jock feather. He would hang around with the girls and boys that came to my store after school. They would play video games, buy pop and candy and the boys would play grab-ass with the girls.
Derek was a good looking boy, but I never thought about fucking him. I wasn't queer, but I got butterflies thinking about Derek wanting me to fuck him.
One day Marti and Kyla were at the counter flirting with me. Marti was Kyla's cousin and didn't come around much. Marti said she'd like a kiss.
"A peck or a kiss," I asked her.
Marti looked like the brunette niece of Joni Mitchell with long straight hair and big teeth. She blushed and said, "a kiss."
There was no one there but kids, so I stepped around the counter, took her in my arms, dipped her, and put my mouth over hers. She put her arms around my neck and kissed me back while the guys jeered and the girls giggled or swooned.
I stood Marti upright and stepped to Kyla. She looked right at me, stepped into my arms and said, "I want you to fuck my brains out."
"Not right here sugar," I said and dipped her in the same manner I had dipped Marti. I thought Kyla was going to suck my tongue out of my head. I kissed her until she fumbled around and found my crotch. When she squeezed my dick through my pants I knew it was time to break.
By the time I was done with Kyla most of the boys and girls had gone outside except for Derek. He was standing just inside the little game room watching me kiss the girls.
The girls were jazzed and they grabbed Derek and shoved him at me. In one fluid motion I dipped him and put my mouth over his, while squeezing his butt. He actually opened his mouth and our tongues touched but I thought he was trying to protest. I must've been wrong.
I stood Derek upright and he blushed bright red. The girls burst out laughing.
"Derek wants you to fuck his brains out, too!" Kyla said and the Girls dissolved into peals of laughter.
Derek ran after them. They screamed and ran out the door. I hadn't seen Derek since then.
Amanda knew the story so I didn't feel the need to tell her.
"When do you need to be back?" I asked.
"How much food do you have?" she said and cocked her hip. She was implying we might be going at it for days.
"I have enough, but I have to be back here by one o'clock for work." I said.
"That might be enough time," she said. Franky came out with a dust mop and started sweeping the floors, blatantly ignoring Amanda and I.
I signed to Amanda, "follow my lead." She smiled, so I put my arm around her hip and she leaned into me. I walked her around and said, "how many condoms do you think I should buy?"
Like magnets repelling each other, wherever I took Amanda Franky would sweep as far away as he could.
Amanda considered the question while looking at the store's ***********ion of prophylactic sheaths.
She said loudly, "I wish they were sold in bulk. I guess four packs of three might get us through the night." I watched Frank's expression and I could tell he was getting madder and madder.
We walked to the counter and stood there. I place 4 boxes of condoms on the counter. Franky pushed his broom to the other side and parked it. He walked to where we were and stared, his hands in his smock pockets. He was on his high horse.
Amanda hit her forehead with her palm. "What am I thinking? I've been on the pill for a month! You can fuck me raw." Then she rubbed my dick through my sweats and pulled my head down to kiss me.
Franky stomped away and Amanda and I left the condoms on the counter and walked out arm in arm.