Yes, boy on boy sex is involved. I'm not interested in the comments of homophobes or prudes so save everyone's time and toddle along.
I went to my shift duties list and started grinding my way through it, wondering if I’d be making love to girls or a boy. I was cool either way it went. I wonder if one of the girls would let me buttfuck her.
Time dragged by. Customers came and went. As it got deeper into evening, people were coming in, buzzed, to buy more beer.
At 9:45 Franky pulled up in his brown Dodge Charger; a beat up car with a big block 383 in it that he bought for a hundred bucks. He was inordinately proud of it.
As Franky was getting out of his car I saw him greet someone walking up the patio. It turned out to be Derek. That was frustrating. He knew I didn’t get off until 11 and he SHOULD have known there would be no more backroom shenanigans. I just hoped he wouldn’t get all doe eyed on me.
I was determined not to let that happen. The one hour overlap from 10 to 11 was when I finished all my swing shift duties.
The cooler was getting low so I would start there. At least if I was out of sight he couldn’t drool over me.
Franky and Derek came through the door together. They were talking about a basketball game that they’d watched. Oh yeah, I forgot that Derek had other interests besides getting his ass pounded. I wasn’t interested in sports. I waited for Franky to clock in then told them both that I was heading to the cooler. They nodded and kept on talking about baskets and balls.
I grabbed my jacket and stepped into the cooler. It was cool and dark; my kind of place. I tried to stock it when it was slow but it was a pain to come out and take my coat off, then put it back on when I went back in.
I started at the opposite end with the dairy products, then moved my way down to the juices and teas, then soda and lastly beer and wine coolers.
As I finished stocking the tea I heard the cooler door open. I sighed.
“Dude,” I said, “You’re gonna get us both caught!”
“I told Franky I was gonna scare you,” he said,
“This is scaring me,” I said.
Derek ran up, threw his arms around me and pushed his tongue into my mouth. I knew no one could see us, so I let it happen. He rubbed my dick and I massaged his ass.
“I want you to fuck me,” Derek said.
I blushed. Saying it out loud made it real. A guy just said to me, ‘I want you to fuck me.’ Now there was no doubt. It gave me a boner with butterflies.
“Okay,” I said. “You need to go away. I can’t walk around with a hardon. Leave so I can deflate. Come back at 11.”
Derek reluctantly went away. I watched him say goodbye to Franky and heard the buzzer as he went out the door. I thought he might be pissed off and not wait till eleven when I got off. I was almost hoping he would stay away. Fucking a boy still freaked me out, though I was interested in knowing what it was like.
I finished stocking the cooler and went behind the counter. Franky was sweeping the floors in preparation to mop. He loved to mop. He did it several times during the night.
Franky said, “No little girls rubbing their twats in your face tonight?”
Hm. That question, asked that way, made me wonder if Derek had confided his wishes to him. Derek acted like a straight boy in front of Franky so I didn’t think he knew Derek was warm for my form. Maybe he was only a really horny boy who wanted to experiment with a man.
“It doesn’t look that way,” I said.
As luck would have it Kyla and Marti popped into view on the patio. Franky looked up and saw them. Then he put his head back down as if he were fully immersed in a mopping trance.
The girls stood shoulder to shoulder in front of the windshield washer fluid that was stacked up there. They were still wearing long t-shirts and I had their underwear in my smock pockets, so they were nearly naked. They looked both ways then flashed me their hairy bushes.
Marti’s pussy had black pubes and Kyla’s was dark brown. Kyla held her shirt up for a good 10 seconds while Marti only held up her shirt for a fraction of a second, then ran out of view, blushing violently. Kyla laughed and walked into the store. Immediately Marti came running across the patio and into the store behind Kyla, still blushing violently. Marti ran up behind Kyla and buried her face in her hair. I really wanted to fuck Marti. She seemed game but reluctant. It made her cute.
When Kyla noticed Franky trying hard not to be noticed, she strolled over to where he was mopping with Marti still buried in her back.
"Hey Franky," Kyla said in a little girl sing song. Marti peeked out from beneath Kyla's hair and smiled at Franky. I noticed that Marti's shirt was thin and I could see the cleft of her gluteus maximus.
Franky tried to ignore Kyla but she hugged him from behind and, I'm just guessing, she probably grabbed his crotch by the way he jumped.
"Damn it!" Franky exclaimed, "don't make me hit a girl."
Kyla laughed, and trotted back to the counter with Marti loosely following behind, just holding on by the hem of Kyla's t-shirt.
"What brings you ladies by the ol' store of convenience?" I asked.
Kyla pulled Marti to her side, which caused her to blush. "Tell him why we're here, Marti," Kyla said.
Marti blushed bright red. She was grinning broadly but couldn't bring herself to say anything. Kyla held her tight. She wasn’t going to let her disappear. Marti pleaded with Kyla with her eyes.
"Not until you tell Levi what you told me," Kyla said.
Marti's hands flew to her mouth. I was intrigued and was pretty sure I knew what Marti had told Kyla, but I was getting turned on thinking Kyla was going to make Marti say it. I thought back to when Derek just came out and said he wanted me to fuck him.
Through her hands I heard Marti squeak, "Will you," then the rest was a mumble.
Kyla said, "Put your hands down and tell the man what you told me. Like a woman.” Kyla was giving her cousin lessons in being assertive. It seemed Marti had asked her to do it because she wasn't putting up a fight.
Marti put her hands down, took a deep breath and held it for a few seconds. Franky stopped mopping to hear what was about to be said.
Marti said, "Would you make love to me?"
Franky shook his head and went back to mopping the floor. He was getting steamed and I could see him climbing onto his high horse again.
Marti and Kyla dissolved into giggles. I rubbed my chin and acted as if I needed to give it some thought.
"Would kissing be involved?" I asked.
Both girls guffawed.
"I suppose I could arrange that," I said. "Would tonight, after my shift ends be convenient?"
Marti stood erect, curtsied and said, "That would be most appreciated." Then, no longer able to take her own brazen composure, she sprinted to the door.
Kyla flashed me her pubic hair again. I motioned for her to flash Franky. She stepped into the aisle he was in and whipped off her shirt completely. She was bare ass naked in the bright fluorescent lights of a 7-Eleven.
I laughed and called out, "Hey Franky, there's something you need to see."
Kyla was sauntering towards Franky when he looked up. He blushed furiously and turned away. He started walking away but Kyla jumped the distance between them and hugged him from behind, squeezing as much of her bare flesh on him as she could.
Franky stood there. He sighed. "Would you call her off of me, please?" I laughed.
"Kyla," I said, as if I were a scolding parent, "Franky doesn't like naked girls hugging him."
Kyla let him go and pouted. She slumped her shoulders and walked back to her long t-shirt on the floor. She had nice sized titties with teeny tiny nipples.
"Franky," I said, "now you know this girl just wants a little lovin', why you gotta be a meanie butt!"
Franky brought up his hands to sign, "suck my dick".
I signed back, "Kyla will suck your dick."
Franky signed, "blow her out your ass!"
"What're you guys sayin'?" Kyla asked. She stood next to her shirt, still naked. She was comfortable without her clothes.
"Franky's telling me he doesn't like being so close to boobies," I said, "because he likes boys."
"Bullshit!" Kyla burst out, "He's fucking Amanda's mommy!"
That was a revelation. How was I the only one that didn't know he was knockin' boots with a pretty nice looking older woman. She wasn't my type: too well put together. And she has big boobs and short hair. I'm a fan of girls in the itty bitty titty club with long flowing hair.
"Put your shirt on Kyla," Franky said, "a customer just pulled up to the pumps."
Franky was right. It was a familiar face, so I authorized the pump before he even got out of his car.
Kyla picked up her shirt and held it for a minute. The man at the pump paused to look into the store. He waved at me and squinted at Kyla who had just dropped her shirt over her nekkidness. I think he saw her pubes, because she did nothing to hide them.
It occurred to me that Marti had been gone for a long time. Kyla came around to the backside of the counter.
"What happened to Marti?" I asked.
"She's prolly sitting in your truck with Derek," she said. "She had a couple of roaches, so they're prolly smoking a little."
That horny little fucker. I wanted him to go away. I didn't want anyone thinking I was batting for the other team. It seemed like Kyla and Marti already knew that I'd planned to fuck his addled brains out tonight. Why were they all so hot to seem me fuck a boy?
"Good grief," I said.
"What's the matter?" Kyla said. "Don't you wanna fuck Derek?"
"Frank," I said, "cover the register, I gotta talk to someone."
Franky walked behind the counter and gave me air-quotes, as if I were taking Kyla in the back to fuck her addled brains out. I wasn't going to disabuse him of that, just now.
I grabbed Kyla by the front of her shirt, pinching it between her unsupported titties and pulled her to the backroom.
"Now you're talkin'!" Kyla said, practically pushing me into the backroom.
When we turned the corner she turned me around and grabbed my neck, pulling my mouth to hers, while simultaneously pushing a hand down the front of my pants.
Everyone on the planet, but Franky, must be horny as hell tonight. Kyla was giving me a boner, that she was massaging while sucking on my tongue. I let this go on for awhile and then broke the kiss. Kyla kept massaging my wiener. It felt good. It held my attention.
"Look," I said, "whatever might happen between me and Derek can't be public. You gotta quit implying that he wants me to fuck him or we could both get into trouble."
"But you do want to fuck him," she said, "don't you?"
Kyla was stroking my dick as she asked the question. I said, "I'm not sure. I let him suck my dick earlier. He's very aggressive. I thought I would cum after he'd blown me for only a few seconds."
Kyla worked the button of my jeans loose and unzipped my pants. She pulled my peter out over the top of the elastic band of my tighty whities and squatted in front of me. She sucked my dick almost as aggressively as Derek. Though she was really good she wasn't as desperate to make me cum. Derek wanted me to cum. Guys know what guys want, I suppose.
There was another subtler difference between Derek and Kyla's fellatio: her's seemed to be making a point; that she could be good if she cared to be; if she had a reason to be. Derek's dick sucking seemed to be all about my dick and nothing else.
I could hear transactions being made in the store and the buzzer going off. Kyla was oblivious, just blithely tonguing my glans. I was pretty sure Franky was going to pop around the corner any second.
Kyla seemed to be enjoying the blowjob. She was squeezing my butt and shoving her mouth down nearly to my pubic hair.
"Goddammit!" Franky said. He'd been eavesdropping. I guess when he didn't hear us talking he took a peak.
Kyla stopped, looked up and said, "I'm sorry Franky, as soon as Levi blows his load I'll suck your cock." Then, she took me all the way down and I could feel my dick go down her throat. That was really nice.
"C'mon kid," I said, "It's getting close to eleven and I have a few things to do before I leave."
Kyla stood up, kissed me and said, "We'll all be waiting for you. Besides, you still have my pannies."
Kyla walked out and I went into the bathroom to gather myself together and allow my pecker to unswell.