The Chronicles of Lars Ch. 02
It's Lars' last summer in Minnesota before going abroad
Author's Note: Thank you for reading my stories and I do appreciate all your comments and ratings! I recommend starting this series by reading Ch. 01 for background and color. Also, I removed the previous Ch. 02 (
Earning my Wings
) as I decided to re-order my exploits chronologically. It'll be back later in the series. Oh, and all characters are over the age of 18 years old.
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After I graduated college in 2008, I hung around home in Minnesota for the summer working odd jobs to pick up some extra cash for my upcoming trip to Europe. I needed to save as much as I could since I was planning on spending a year sucking and fucking my way across the continent.
I'd come out to my family the year before and let's just say they were neither surprised nor judgmental about my sexual orientation. And while there aren't exactly any rainbow flags flying in my small town, everyone tends to know everyone else's business and they generally take a
live and let live
approach to life. I'm pretty sure most everyone in town knows I'm gay but they don't treat me any differently than they have my entire life. Besides, its led to some pretty interesting encounters with guys who I had no idea were either bi or gay.
For a while I worked part-time for Mr. Stenson at the True Value Hardware store doing a little bit of everything. One Sunday, he closed the store early so that he and whomever else that wanted to, could attend the annual summer festival and picnic at the town square. Me and one other guy opted to stay and do some inventory restocking.
Michael was a hot little number. He was 19 years old, stood about six-foot-tall and was a modest 150 lbs. or so. He'd graduated from high school just the year before and was working full time at the store, biding his time like all of us I suppose, trying to figure out the next chapter of his life
Muscular with long blond shaggy hair, Michael always had a ready and engaging smile on his face. I was constantly checking him out in the tight 501's he always wore and more than once I caught him doing the same to me. Whenever I saw him on the step ladder stocking product on the higher shelves, I'd scramble to offer to help him so he wouldn't have to keep going up and down. But really, the only thing I wanted was for me to be going down on that ever-present bulge in his jeans.
He always took his time making sure everything was perfectly arranged on the shelf which gave me more time imagining the length of the tool coiled inside those faded Levi's, the benefit of being eye-level with his crotch when he was on the ladder. After Mr. Stenson locked up, Michael immediately went to one of the far aisles with the step ladder and started his stocking routine putting some excess cases of light bulbs on the top shelf. Of course I followed him so I could help him out.
Sure enough, his dick was on proud display tucked down the left side of his pants. The beauty of well-worn jeans is the denim is thinner and doesn't leave much to the imagination especially for the gifted. I could see the outline of his penis as it curved down his pant leg and the prominent outline of the head. It looked like it was just semi-hard and if that was the case, I figured he was at least six or seven inches and cut (I'm almost never wrong about these things). After helping him with a half dozen of the boxes I decided it was time for me to do the press-to-test to find out.
"Hey Lars can you hand me up another case?"
"Sure," I said, picking up another case of bulbs up off the flatbed cart and handing it up to him. As I did, I made a clumsy attempt to make it look like I was about to drop the box. I quickly moved to keep from losing control of it and as I did, the back of my right hand purposely brushed his crotch, the knuckles just grazing his protruding shaft.
"Oh, sorry Michael, almost lost one," I said with a smirk.
He stared down at me for a moment as he took the box then broke into a huge grin.
"Dude, that was pretty lame," he laughed. "If you wanna check out my package, all you gotta do is ask," he said as he put the box on the shelf.
He stood there on the ladder for a moment and then I reached out and felt his denim-covered rod with my hand and ran my fingers slowly along its length a few times, feeling it harden as I went. I looked up at him with pleading eyes but said nothing.
"Well go ahead if you want to. Everyone knows you like dick."
My fingers went to the fly of his jeans and I unbuttoned the top button. In a swift move I popped open the remaining buttons revealing a mass of soft blond pubic hair and the veiny curve of his shaft before it disappeared inside his pants. I love it when a guy goes commando and I could easily tell he had a thick one as I grasped the sides of his jeans and pulled them slowly down his hips revealing more of his teenage dick. When it cleared the head, his cock sprung free and launched upward like a jack-in-the-box.
I stared at the beast for a long moment, the oversized glans already starting to glisten with sticky droplets of pre-cum forming at his piss slit begging to be licked. I reached up and gently held the shaft of his cock in the palm of my hand in a way that looked like I was weighing gold or precious gems. I could feel the sinewy veins pulsing with blood as it throbbed, droplets of his translucent fluid now dripping onto my wrist. I squeezed it slightly feeling the heat emanating from his dick, as my other hand went to cup his massive boy balls. They were heavy and slightly covered with fine blond hair. Judging by their size, I was sure they held a substantial serving of sweet yogurt.
"It's beautiful," I said looking up at his eyes as I slowly stroked his dick in my hand, his lubricant starting to coat my wrist.
He moaned as I jacked him a few times. Michael was hard as a rock now as I squeezed his cock at the base causing the veins in his shaft to protrude even more. My fist around the base of his dick, he still had a good five or so inches on top of that crowned by that glorious purple helmet of his.
With my thumb on the bottom side of his shaft, I slowly pushed up on his shaft to coax more of his pre-cum from his urethra and was rewarded with a large dollop forced from the head. The pearl hung from the tip just long enough for me to reach out with my tongue to catch it before it fell to the floor. It was sweet as it hit my taste buds and had a tangy finish. Still fisting his large prick, I looked up and saw him staring down at me as I slowly licked his goo off my wrist.
"Gawd you're a prick tease just like my girlfriend...suck it already!" he commanded.
I couldn't get his cock into my mouth fast enough as I slid my lips over the large velvety mushroom head. I bathed it with my tongue, slurping up the last traces of his fluid before taking the length of his shaft all the way in. Michel put his hand on the back of my head and started fucking my face, slowly at first, then picking up speed after he was sure I wasn't going to choke on his long, fat dick (I've been doing this awhile and can take a cock). As his hips bucked into me, I grabbed his ass cheeks and helped him out, pulling him into me and his dick head hitting the back of my throat.
All of the sudden he stopped fucking my mouth and I knew he was about to cum. He tried to pull his cock out but I held him in place as he began to shoot his warm nut juice down my throat. The kid had zero stamina but he made up for it with the load he was filling my mouth with. I swallowed as fast as I could as he kept firing ropes of thick cum into my gullet. His orgasm finally subsided and I let his spent dick slide from my mouth.
I licked my lips and looked up at him. "How was it?"
"Man, that was incredible," he said as I kissed his still semi-hard cock one more time before he moved to pull his jeans up and stuff it back in. "You're way better than Mallory. You can do that anytime you want."
I wiped the rest of his goo from my lips with the back of my hand. "I'd love to."
Just then we heard the tinkling of the bell over the front door as Mr. Stenson walked in and hollered out to us, "It's just me boys, I forgot something in the office."
We both snickered and Michael quickly finished straightening himself. No sooner had he fastened the last button on his jeans, Mr. Stenson appeared in our aisle and saw the boxes we'd been stacking.
"Oh, you boys are making good progress I see. Well I'm outahere so you just carry on with what you're doing." As soon as we heard the bell again and the door close behind him we both burst out laughing.
It didn't take long for Michael to reload and he asked me to blow him again. This time he took me to the outdoor section of the store where a woven hammock and stand was on display. He stripped off his jeans altogether and lay face-first on the hammock with his big dick dangling down through the duracord. I milked and sucked that thing from underneath and he soon rewarded me with a massive facial when he exploded and rained his milky white seed down on my face.
I'll say this about Michael, for still being just nineteen, he has a man-sized cock but he always cums a little too fast. The good news is that he's quick to rally and his next load is always as big and thick as his last. I sucked his meat a lot that summer but we never repeated it in the store after that day.
Our favorite spot was in the back of the parking lot behind the Tasty Freeze where he'd park his pick-up truck next to a grove of trees and he'd eat his lunch while I got my daily protein drink. His cock had some real potential so I gave him an 7ctb3 rating and the nickname "
Big Shooter
." (You'll need to go back to Chapter 1 if you don't understand my rating system).
Even though Michael had a hair trigger with his weapon of mass ejaculation, as much as I tried, I could never convince him to fuck my hungry ass with that beautiful cock of his. I constantly asked him why and Michael's stock answer was always, "Cuz I'm not a fag." Well, for not being a fag, he sure liked getting sucked off by one and since I'm not one to look a (hung) gift horse in the mouth, I was happy to be his cum bucket that summer and savor my manna from big dick heaven.
One day, I was going to town on Michael's dick in the back lot. His jeans were at his ankles and he was slumped down on the bench seat of his pickup as I bobbed up and down on his magnificent prick. I cupped his balls and was pumping his shaft into my mouth when his body suddenly went rigid. I figured he was about to cum but then he jerked and bolted upright
"Oh shit it's the cops!" he said with alarm as he pushed my head away from his lap.
The patrol car pulled up right next to Michael's side of the truck and the officer quickly jumped out just as Michael arched his back and lifted his butt off the seat to pull his jeans up over his ass, his hard cock pointing upward. The cop had a buzz cut and was wearing mirrored aviators and just stared as Michael struggled to stuff his swollen dick back into his pants. He had a look of fear on his face and immediately froze when the officer tapped on his window. He slowly rolled it down as the officer stood there with a clenched jaw and glared at us for a moment as I wiped my mouth,
"Well, well, well," said the officer as stuck his head through the window and peered inside the vehicle, purposely looking down at Michael's rapidly deflating cock for a moment before looking up again.
"If it isn't little Mikey Rollins getting his wee-wee sucked at the ol' Tasty Freeze."
"Um, hi uh, Stanley," Michael responded sheepishly. He obviously knew the guy.
"It's Officer Stanley to you, you little prick and your parents aren't going to be too happy with you." Then he looked directly at me and said, "You're in a heap a trouble young man. I'm gonna need to see some ID."
I fished my driver's license out of my wallet and said nothing as I handed it the officer.
