The Saga Of Middleton Pt 04

[Everyone in the following story is 18 or older.]

Charlie, one of the bagboys at the Pick 'n Pay, blushed pink when he saw that his next customer was Mrs. Owens, his girlfriend's mom. Charlie was a very well-hung young man and one of those whose uncircumcised cockhead frequently bounced into sight as he packed groceries in his skimpy union shorts.

Out at her station wagon, as he was packing the bags into the rear of the vehicle, he was shocked when the woman slipped her hand up the leg of his shorts and squeezed and groped his huge cock. "I hope you don't mind, Charlie. I always wondered about this big dick of yours -- Julie's always bragging about it to her girlfriends."

He was in the middle of packing a heavy bag at the moment and had no hands free to resist. He blushed, but still found himself feeling flattered.

"Oh, it feels so good. It's huge! I just have to see it." She tugged the leg of his shorts higher and pulled out the kid's giant schlong. "Oh! It's beautiful, Charlie. Wow!" She reached in and pulled out his balls as well. "And they're nice, too." She squeezed his cock again.

He finally finished up the groceries and stepped back from the car. She released her hold on his cock and balls, but they were still in full view, his cock now somewhat swollen from all the contact.

As he tried to tuck it inside a little, blushing furiously, she said, "Thanks, Charlie. That was great. I never thought I'd get the chance -- I just couldn't resist. Hope you're not too freaked out," she smiled fondly at him.

He forced himself to smile back. "That's OK, Mrs. Owens. I'm a little freaked, but not too bad. You won't tell Julie, will you?"

She laughed. "No way! This'll be our little secret." She reached down and squeezed his cock through the shorts. "Kind of addictive, though." She smiled at him again. "Well, we go through a lot of groceries at our house. Who knows? Maybe I'll see you down here again."

He looked a little worried at that. "Uh . . . sure, Mrs. Owens. Uh . . . gotta go!" He took off at a trot for the supermarket."

She smiled to herself as she watched that cute butt of his bounce all the way to the entrance.

In the days after the beginning of the bagboys' new look, a few of the 363b's found to their dismay that their new uniform code could have repercussions outside of working hours.

A couple of days later, Charlie and Julie were standing in line to get into the movie theater. As they stood there, talking about how well Charlie's soccer team was doing, the guy behind them reached out and started feeling up Charlie's ass.

Charlie tried to handle it without getting into a big thing by giving the guy a tough look over his shoulder and taking a little step forward -- just far enough to get away from the guy's hand and give him the message that he wasn't into that kind of shit.

A moment later, the guy moved a step forward and started up again.

Charlie reached back and pushed his hands away. "Hey, cut it out, OK?"

Now Julie saw what was going on. She just smiled and grabbed his arm and said, "Now, Charlie, don't make a big deal out of it. It's not as if you haven't been getting it all day at the store."

Charlie was appalled. Somehow it had never occurred to him that Julie would know exactly what had been going on down at the supermarket. He noticed the smiles on the faces of a few people around them and decided to drop it. It was embarrassing enough already. Why advertise?

And anyway, the line started moving again. A few minutes later, the two of them were sitting over on one side of the half-empty theater theater. As the movie started, they settled in for a couple of hours of heavy necking. Charlie didn't have his own car, and this was the only place they could go to be together. As he was half-turned in his seat, deep-kissing Julie and getting ready to make a move on her breasts, he saw out of the corner of his eye that the guy from the line was sitting directly behind him. There was no one else within five rows of them.

damn! That really broke the mood. Julie sensed the change in the intensity of his kissing and pulled her head back to see what the problem was. She took one glance at Charlie's face and one at the row behind them, and the situation was pretty obvious. She got a devilish glint in her eye (a look which reminded Charlie a lot of her mother) and smiled at both of them. "Come on, Charlie. Like I said, lighten up. You've got enough for both of us, don't you?" She pulled his face back to hers as she winked at the guy in the row behind.

Charlie was shocked, but as Julie got him back into liplock, his mind started fuzzing over again, and he got back in the mood. Suddenly he froze as he felt those hands on his ass again -- he'd forgotten about the open backs in these seats -- his asscheeks were sticking out behind -- right in front of Mr. X. But Julie wasn't about to let him go, and gradually the heat of the moment blended in with the stroking of his ass and he got totally turned on again. Fuck it! Forget it! Julie's words came back to him and he decided to let the guy have his jollies.

Within a few minutes, Charlie was stroking his girlfriend's breasts and she was beginning to run her hands up his thigh. She was frustrated not to find his hard cock halfway down there, ready for her -- he usually wore boxers when they got together. She was annoyed to realize that his big dick was caught up in a pair of briefs -- he was going to make her work for it. Well, two can play at that game.

She quickly switched to his belt and zipper and opened up the front of his pants right there in the theater. He was mortified -- they'd never gone that far before. He started to resist, but she hissed in his ear that according to what she'd heard, it was perfectly legal for him to be stark naked in the middle of Burger King. Well, this was a lot less public and she was damn well going to take advantage of that.

Before he realized what she was up to, she had his tight jeans worked down to his thighs and was working on his briefs. "Lift up, idiot -- help me out!" she hissed in his ear. He started to lift, but then realized what he was doing and jammed his ass back down again.

But that little lift was enough -- she whipped the briefs down to his thighs. She had the jeans and briefs down to his knees before he knew what was happening. Immediately, she pulled his face back to hers and started playing with his big cock. She stroked and squeezed and in a few seconds, he was hooked again -- mindlessly horny and liplocked.

It took a while to register, but finally an actual thought soaked into his befuddled brain. Those hands on his bare ass belonged to Mr. X. And now they were straying all over his bare hips as well -- they were joining Julie's hands on his cock and balls -- stroking even better than she could -- oh, God, it was good! There were hands all over -- squeezing his tits, stroking his face, playing with his cock and balls. He got so caught up, he lost track.

The next thing he knew, he was completely bareass naked on his hands and knees on the floor, with his face in Julie's lap, giving her major head. Someone was doing the same for his ass -- he felt a tongue licking his asshole, then pressing deeper and deeper inside. God, it felt great! Someone's hand was slow-stroking his rigid dick at the same time. Not too fast -- he didn't want this to end. He arched his back and spread his legs, trying to get that tongue even deeper up his asshole. He had no idea how great his ass could feel.

In the back of his mind, he realized that it was a guy doing this to him, but the idea was very fuzzy and didn't seem to matter very much. He blanked it out. Then the tongue was thrusting deeper and deeper -- how could any tongue be so long or so hard? The deeper it thrust, the more fantastic it felt.

Finally, as he was working his own tongue faster and faster, he felt Julie starting to reach a peak. She grabbed the back of his head and started pounding her cunt into his face. At the same time, the huge dick inside of him (at some level, he finally realized what it was) started swelling and jerking as Mr. X came -- HARD and LONG -- deep inside his virgin ass.

His own orgasm had been going on for a while now -- without anyone even touching his cock any more -- he just kept cumming and cumming and cumming until he thought he would pass out.

Then it seemed like maybe he did -- pass out, that is. As he gradually came back to awareness, his face was still lying in Julie's lap. Someone behind him was cleaning him up -- licking out his asshole and cleaning the cum off his cheeks. It seems to have flown all over -- his thighs and waist were covered with it. He just lay there for a minute, his eyes closed, arching his back to open up his ass to the soothing tongue.

Finally, he slowly opened his eyes, lifted his head and looked around.

HOLY shit!! Suddenly he jerked back to full awareness. The movie was still going on, and they were surrounded by what must have been every person in the theater audience -- every one with a big grin on their face. When they realized he was conscious again, they all started applauding.

He looked up in horror to see how Julie was taking it. To his amazement, she was just smiling at him. She had buttoned her blouse back up and pulled her skirt back into place. She looked totally together.

He looked over his shoulder. The young guy who had just fucked his virgin ass until he creamed was totally composed -- fully dressed, zipper pulled up and all. He was actually combing his hair as he grinned down at Charlie, his expression a lot like Julie's.

And there he was -- on all fours, stark naked, a mess. His hair was a mess. His gorgeous ass was spread wide open to the audience, his asshole still gaped, stretched unmercifully by his fucker's big cock. His half-hard cock was still dripping cum on the floor.

The crowd began dispersing. Mr. X patted his ass and left with the rest of them. He was left alone with his girlfriend again. She smiled fondly down at him. "Hey, Charlie. That was fun! We'll have to do this again."

Once the idea took hold, it spread like wildfire -- bagboys were legal anytime -- on the job or not. Even to their fellow students.

At the senior class carwash, Joey Tuttle became a major attraction when the rest of the guys realized that he was the only bagboy there. Before he realized what they were doing, they'd swarmed all over him and stripped off his jeans and shirt (they were all barefoot already), leaving him in nothing but a pair of flimsy cotton jockeys.

And soaking wet as they were, every inch of Joey was fully visible. Somehow it was even sexier seeing his hot ass and big dick through the wet briefs, so they let him keep them. Suddenly the car wash was a big success -- where they'd only washed a couple of cars up to that point, now there was a whole line waiting. And -- far from impatient -- the drivers got out of their cars while they waited and stood around, watching the car-washers -- well, really just watching Joey.

Joey was totally embarrassed. His face was pink. He just hung his head -- he couldn't meet anyone's eyes. Several times he tried to run away (figuring he could find some clothes somewhere), but every time they ran him down and brought him back.

The drivers treated this as a game and honked and applauded each time the hot little athlete was dragged back to the car and forced to keep working on it. They kept him well-sprayed at all times. The drivers especially loved his ass -- it was hot and juicy. His big cheeks were pressed hard against the clinging wet cloth, perfectly defining the dark shadow of his deep crack. His cock and balls were big and bouncy, but they couldn't compare to the allure of that hot teenage ass of his and the teasing way he was showing off his crack to the whole world.

Finally they decided not to take any more chances and put him on a leash. One of the drivers had a child leash for his 6-year-old that he lent them, and they managed to open up the harness enough to get it over Joey's shoulders and fastened under his arms. It fastened in the back, so there was no way he could get to the buckles to get out of it. They tied the end of the leash to the car -- he was stuck! He tried to put a good face on it and kept working as before, but his blushes were hotter than ever.

Somebody made a sign that they hung around his neck. It said "Our Puppy." After a while, one of the guys had the idea that if Joey was a puppy, he should act like one. Like staying on all fours. He was assigned the task of tire-washing. Every time he tried to stand up, they forced him down again, until finally he gave up. It was less embarrassing just to work on all fours than to have them keep overpowering him.

There was no doubt who was the main attraction at the car wash. The men were lined up to stand behind Joey as he washed tires. With his legs spread and big balls and dick hanging down, he was a wet-dream from behind. Especially when they doused him with water every few minutes to keep everything transparent.

They came up with a new incentive for business -- the current customer got to hold Joey's leash. That made it easier for Joey to get to all the tires -- they didn't have to keep untying him and moving the leash. The leash-holder also got the privilege of petting the little doggy. This privilege arose spontaneously -- they couldn't have kept the men's hands off him, anyway. They stroked his back, his asscheeks. They reached under and squeezed and stroked his big cock and plump balls. They kept his cock rock hard at all times. His cock was a little too big for the briefs -- the first few inches stuck out over the waistband -- but, hey! There was no law against it.

It was only a matter of time before the men started stroking down Joey's hot asscrack. They pressed the thin cotton deep into Joey's asscrack and spread his cheeks until they could see every detail of his tight little asshole through the water-soaked cloth.

Now the current "owner" was pressing his forefinger hard against Joey's little pink button. One of the other carwashers helped out by bringing over a container of liquid detergent and squeezing a thick dollop of it directly on the man's finger and up and down Joey's asscrack. The soap-slimed cloth became so insubstantial as to practically disappear, and the tip of the man's finger began sliding right into the kid's tiny hole, taking the cloth right with it. It was almost like a condom -- the soap-soaked cloth was so thin and slick it was making the penetration easier rather than preventing it.

Joey's eyes were starting to glaze over with the sensation -- it was so hot! Almost like jacking off. As the man's finger slid in and out -- ever deeper in, ever slower out -- Joey's back started arching. His cock was rock-hard and dripping continuous precum by now. Nobody had to hold him in place any more -- he was thrusting back against the finger at least as hard as the man was pressing forward.

Finally, Joey started whimpering and yelping, shoving back harder and harder against the man's now-stationary finger. With a final squeal, his big dick started pumping cum, while he rotated his ass on the man's long, firm finger. It looked like he pumped a quart before the spurts started slowing down.

Finally, he was finished. His whole body slumped in place -- his still swollen cock dripping cum, his body trembling as he panted for breath.

Slowly, the man who had just finger-fucked him pulled out. He unfastened the harness and pulled Joey to his feet. Slowly he slid the teenager's briefs down over his ass, then down his legs and helped him step out of them. Finally, he bent him over the hood of the car, so that he rested on his belly, legs spread wide. He reached around and skinned some fluid out of the kid's still-dripping cock. He unzipped and lubricated his own rigid cock with it, then slowly and steadily slid it deep into Joey's up-to-now virgin hole.

Joey just moaned and pressed back -- the man's cock was getting to parts of him that the finger couldn't reach, and he was overwhelmed by the sensations it was generating. Within minutes, he was humping back against the man as if he hadn't just had the biggest orgasm of his life.

One by one the other drivers came over and formed a line. From the look in their eyes, there was little doubt what was going on here. When the first guy was finally done, he zipped up and reached into his wallet for a crisp new twenty-dollar bill. He handed it to one of the car-washers -- thus establishing a standard price for what was shaping up to be the most lucrative carwash the senior class had ever held.