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Male + erotic = Malerotic

WARNING

This story is of an explicit nature, intended to read by those embracing
a homosexual lifestyle or those who enjoy homosexual fantasy. You should
be mature enough (phsycially and mentally) to handle what goes on in this
story.

IF YOU ARE PREPARED, THEN READ ON, TRAVELLER.


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Title: Working It Out Together@END_FILE_ID.DIZ



    My name is Dave.

    Mike and I had been hired the same time to work in Canby's
department store. I had taken the job as a sales associate to meet my
college tuition. Mike was still in high school, saving up money to buy his
dream machine: A 1990 Ford Tempo he would customize with flaming side
panels and mag wheels.
    Everybody has their own little quirks, don't they?

    I had been interested in him from the start. He was taller than
me, standing six' and two". He was into the emerging alternative music
scene, keeping his mop of brown hair unruly, short yet bushy. He would
often have to brush the tangle from his hazel eyes.
    Whereas I was a grunt who's most taxing chore was dealing with
the abusive managers and customers, Mike was a porter, a slave boy as he
called it. He would have to help customers with large bulky orders, like
television sets and gas grills. (They always expected him to fit these
monsters into the back seats of the compacts. Idiots.)
    My body was suited to being cashier. I was never much for
physical labor. Mike was perfect for his position to. He had slight
bulging biceps and forearms. His chest was not massive, w\but he had an
annoying habit of whering a smock two sizes two small for him. It defined
his pecs and the symmetrical V shape of his torso.
    Unlike most grunge kids, he didn't wear the saggy, baggy pants.
(In part because Gwen, our assistant manager, had told him not to.) He
preferred black denim, like I did. But he filled those jeans sooooo well.
His calves were thick and curved. He had big feet, too. Always good for a
man of action to have big feet.
    Yes, I thought he was beautiful. His lopsided grin and easy going
nature. My first perception of him was "Well, we have nothing to talk
about. He's jock and I'm a brain."
    But whenever break time rolled around, we ended up sitting
together in the lunch room, sharing a snack sometime. He wanted to know
what college was really like, if it was party city or just "high school
part II."
    Our main conversation revolved around work and how we HATED it.
Canby's had the knack of attracting the most rudest, dirtiest examples of
white trash New Jersey had to offer. Screaming fat housewives in curlers
and lycra spandex. Tatooed and punch drunk husbands who wouldn't give a
second thought to slapping their yapping kids around in public.
    We agreed that neither of us wanted to end up like that. On time
I impulsively declared, "Don't you worry your sweet ass, buddy. I ain't
gonna let anything happen to you."
    I had no sooner said it that I regretted it. But Mike just smiled
and we went on. He didn't seem to give my rather passionate display of
affection much notice. And I chided myself. An 18 year old stud that
looked like him? He must have a couple of painted hussies hanging around
him as he walked down the halls of his school.
    No, Mike was just a good friend. Maybe a fantasy lover to call
upon to unleash my load, but nothing more.

    I was pissed I had been scheduled to work early Sunday morning for a
second week. I was going to have a little chat with Gwen about this.
    It was eight in the morning when I got to the store. The day
manager, Randy, cheerfully unlocked the doors to let me in.
    "Hiya hiya!' he greeted in his usual style, which I surprisingly
didn't find annoying. "Ready for another busy business day?"
    "Sure, Randy," I politely smiled back. Looking around the darkened
sales floor, I noticed no one else was visible. Usually there were half a
dozen people on the scene by now.
    Randy answered my unspoken thought. "Tisha and Karen are gonna be
late. Simon called out sick. So far only Mike's come in."
    I started for the back of the store and the employees' locker
room. "Wonderful," I sneered over my shoulder as Randy locked the front
doors again. "Well, Tish and Karen better get here before opening. I'm
not going on front line alone.
    Randy just laughed as I disappeared into the semi-darkness

    I swiped in at the clock and proceeded to the upstairs, where the
men's locker room was. I never understood why there were two separate
areas. It wasn't like this was a gym and men and women would be walking
around in states of undress. You wore your street clothes and a red
smock, not a fancy uniform you had to slide into.
    I reached the top of the stairs and opened the locker room door.
    Mike was inside.
    I started to smile, to greet him.
    Then I noticed he was naked.
    "Hey, man!" he cheerfully waved to me, standing in front of his
locker at profile to my position. All my mental images of his unclothed
form had been practically dead on. His chest was smooth and hairless, in
fact most of his body was. His skin was clear and almost of an olive
tone, consistent over the whole package. His ass was tight and compact;
it almost looked like the rigid rear of Michealango's David.
    And of course, there was the cock.
    Mike had a beautiful extension shooting from a small fuzzy patch
of brown pubic hair. It wasn't super huge or thick. It was the porridge
that Goldilocks had chosen. Juuussst right.
    I realized I was standing at the threshold, mouth open, staring
at my naked co-worker, and my pants suddenly felt too tight in the front.
    "Uh... Hi, Mike," I warbled out, slowly closing the door behind me.
    "How was your Saturday, man?" he said, turning to face me. He
leaned against the right row of lockers, folding him arms, not even
bothering to cover.
    "Fine, just fine," I managed. I decided to study the lovely chipped
and scrapped floor tile. My own little niche was just across
from his. I practically slithered along the left row of lockers. trying
to keep my distance from the naked youth. If I accidentally brushed any
part of that wonderful frame...
    "Bitch of a day to be working," he quiped. "Warm and sunny outside
and we gotta spend most of it under this damned flourescent." He moved and
caught my eye. I had to look up. He stretched both arms above his head,
pushing out his huge rip cage and highlighting his the emerging abs in his
stomach. He even lifted off oh his heels to stretch.
    I secretly pulled at my pants, and through them my underwear. My
rod was getting bent inside them! I had to untangle it or die from the
pain.
    Mike remained conversational and totally unaroused. "Ah well,
least we're young. Not like that old fart, Randy. Least we won't be
working here for the rest of our lives, right?"
    "Right," I quickly muttered, desperately trying to remember the
combination to my locker. I tried once.
    No luck.
    Again.
    Nada.
    Again!
    Argh!
    Mike took notice of me difficulty. He must have thought it was
odd that not being able to open my locker had mad me flushed and
sweaty. "Everything okay?"
    "Oh, yeah! Sure! She's just being... a little.... difficult
today," I rasped. God, this was torture! Alone with a naked man who's
cock and ass I would love to savor and explore. But he was straight. And
my co-worker! All I needed was to be "outed" by an outraged Mike
reporting my unwanted, lecherous advances to the GM.
    "Here. Let me try," he spoke softly
    I felt his hands on my shoulders, gently pushing me off to the side.
    God, you can be a real bastard sometimes.
    "What's the combo?"
    "Th-thirty three, tw-twenty five, th-thirteen!" I stammered.
    He moved next to me, leaning over to peer at the lock while I
tried in vain not to peer at him. We stood shoulder to shoulder, inches
apart. I began to shake.
    "There," he smiled, clicking open the lock. He stood up to full
fight, looking down at me with that boyish, lopsided grin.
    I lost my nerve, my inhibition. I broke down and laughed.
    "Mike, why in hell are you naked?"
    He shook his head sheepishly, running his right hand over his
stomach. "Well, I didn't exactly get home last night. Me and my friends
hung out till six in the morning, getting wasted. Uh, not me really. I
was the designated driver. Gotta be careful, you know.
    I was staring at his big feet, and the hair which sprouted on top of
the toes. "Really? Well, that doesn't explain..." I gestured toward his
midsection. Or maybe it was lower.
    "My clothes were pretty rank. I keep a change in my locker, in
case I get fucked up moving around some dirty shit here." He now gestured
at his open locker. Inside, I could see a neatly folded pile of clothing.
    "You even had to change your underwear?" I raised a brow.
    He rested his back and buttocks against my side of the locker
row. He was getting embarrassed now. "Yeah, well... I don't wear shorts
anymore. Briefs are too tight. And boxers make me feel like I'm as old
as my dad."
    "Too tight?" I repeated. "Oh. I guess I can see why."
    Shit! Did I just say I could see that he didn't wear briefs
because his schlong was too big?!
    "You can?" he laughed, innocent.
    "Uh, forget I said that!" I smiled, wiping my brow.
    "Hey, man. You okay?" He again stood to full height. I could feel
his eyes on me.
    "Uh, just... hot in here," I wheezed. I was fumbling for my smock
in the locker. I couldn't seem to get hold of it.
    Mike touched my left shoulder, comforting. "Dave.... are you...
excited?"
    He meant was I getting hard from seeing him nude?
    "I... I..."
    He turned me to face him. He lifted my head so our eyes met.
    "You like looking at me?" he asked, whispering.
    I was being drawn into those hazel pools. I answered as if
half-asleep. "Yes."
    He began to circle his hands on my shoulders. He moved to my next
and cupped my dreaming head. "You like me touching you?'
    I began to feel the acceleration of the earth spinning on its
axis. "Yes," I sighed again, more sleepy. More sensual.
    "You'd like me to kiss you?"
    He brought our faces closer and closer. His beautiful pale red
lips parted, moist. I instinctively wet my parched mouth.
    "Yes!" I cried softly.
    He smiled and closed his eyes. "Okay then."
    We embraced. I loved the sensation of feeling his skin through my
rough synthetic clothing. My arms reached around to caress his back,
while his moved to pull on my ass. His cock was an inch high than mine, so
my hardened shaft was teased by his hairy balls. If he hadn't known I was
packing a pistol already, he sure did now.
    I thought of Randy coming upstairs and discovering his cashier
being seduced by his porter. Fine. Let him, I shouted mentally. I wanted
this. I wanted Mike and his body, his mouth and his dick. Randy would
just have to wait.
    My hands slid over his skin, I dragged them to the front of his
body, resting them on his sweet chest. His nipples were small, pink and
hard. I teased the tips with my index fingers. Mike seemed to like that.
    "Whoa. You ever had a guy, man?" he asked with a challenge.
    I shook my head.
    "You sure act like you've had," he breathed into my face, moving
in to kiss my eyes.
    We were tight against each other now. I took my hand and squeezed
in between our pressed crotches. I took hold of his perfect cock and
pulled and pressed it.
    "Never," I sighed like school boy. "Never ever."
    He licked my shut eye lids, then drew back. He hand joined mine
in touching and pulling on his shaft. "You like my cock? Pretty neat,
ain't it?"
    "Yes!" I oozed.
     "What's yours like, bud? You seen mine." He took hie free hand
and began to undo my belt buckle. "Only fair I see yours."
    I eagerly helped him to undress me. I threw my shirt aside,
kicked my denims off and practically tore my shorts to get my cock out
and in the open. All that remained on my frame was a pair of white socks.
    "Oooo," he nodded in appreciation, which I couldn't believe.
"You've got a body. Nice and... hairy." To prove the point, he
massage my belly and chest.
    "My cock good enough, Mike?" I asked, like a brown noser looking
to score goodie goodie points.
    He tapped my balls with his palm. "Nice and thick, Matt. Looks
good enough to eat."
    He bent over. I shuddered. He planted a tiny kiss on my swelled
cocktip. The world could end now, I thought.
    He stayed down there, but did not continue his descent on my unit.
He whispered to it instead. "Your a nice fat mother. Man, do you get hard
fast!"
    Mike kissed his way up to my mouth. I now was putty, completely
relaxed (save for my dick) and ready to do whatever was necessary to
please my man.
    "I... I wanna suck you!" I begged. It was the most important
thing in the universe, more vital than air or water. Mike's delicious
staff and its secret cargo.
    "Then by all mean."
    He pushed my head down slowly, not that I needed the urging. I
watched the rod grow large and larger in my field of view. It blotted out
everything.
    Open wide, I heard my dentist's voice inside my head.
    So I did.
    I engaged the complete package with one swallow. Mike's head
pushed into the rear of mouth mouth. My face was burried in his sweet
swelling bush, my tongue lapped the super smooth underside of the the
hot, pulsing penis.
    Mike said something, but I couldn't make it out. All I knew was
his hips were pushing towards me. He liked this, and wanted more.
    I withdrew slowly, but not enought to release the organ. My lips
sucked on the red, wide cockhead. My tongue felt the tiny slit which
opened into the secret chamber from where his creamy juice would explode.
    Mike's hands mussed my hair and urged me to go back down.
    "That's it," I heard him moan.
    I slid up and down, saliva mixing into the pre-cum now slipping
from his slit. My movement intensified. I used my teeth to nibble a
little here and there, twisting my head left to right so my tongue could
encircling the complete diameter of the column.
    Mike's hips were gyrating at an increasing speed. He was going to
reach the Moment soon.
    Should I stay on him? Should I take his load in his mouth? I had
always wondered what another man's jizz tasted like . Was this the day
I'd find out?
    "Shit!" He screamed at full blast. I knew Randy must have heard it!
    Mike yanked my head away from his dick. A second passed. Then ha
came, in three huge spurts which shot over my left shoulder and sailed
off into space. I tried to flick my tongue out, to catch just the merest
drop, but all escaped me. Oh well. Better luck next time.
    "Oh, sweet Lord," Mike now shuddered in ecstasy. I gazed up at
him, and chose to remain on my knees. He was a vision to behold. His
hairless chest was moist with dewy sweat. Hi head was titled back and his
parted smile was aiming for the heavens.
    I kissed his spent unit a few times. I jumped and twitched. And
had a slight glaze of cum on it! I licked it up and found a food of the
gods.
    I was so busy ending up his dick that I was caught off guard when
Mike reached down and lifted me up from under my armpits. He carressed my
cheek.
    "Your turn to shine."
    He turned to face the lockers. He parted hi legs, put his hands
out above his head, palms against the cool metal. His tow moons hovered
in space.
    "Fuck me," he whispered so softly, I died inside.
    I spit into my left hand. I greased my pole, lubricated it with
enough saliva to drown in. With my right hand I began to feel inside the
valley of his ass. It was smooth, tight and warm.
    I had never thought of the ass as particularly appealing, or
erotic part of the body. It was disgusting! It was used for shitting and
that was it.
    "Fuck me," Mike pleaded softly again.
    With not hesitation, I leaned over and wriggled my tongue between
those marble cheeks. I had penetrated right on top of his hole.
    "SHIT!" he bellowed again.
    Fuck Randy! Let him find us!
    I withdrew my tongue and parted the cheeks with my left hand. I
drew closer and closer my prick angled for entry.
    "Do it!" my lover begged.
    So I did.
    I eased my straining cock into his ass, which was tight, but
surprisingly giving to my advance. I inserted so far that My chest rubbed
up against Mike's back.
    "I love your friggin chest hair, man!" he exclaimed. Shaking his
head up and to the side, like a stallion.
    I breathed into his ear. "I love you, Mike."
    "Then fuck me! Fuck me hard!"
    How could I resist.
    My entire body joined in the effort. I raced back and forth,
never disengaging my rock hard rod from his crevice.
    "I've always wanted you, Mike," I confessed through grunts. "I
always wanted to kiss you and hold you and love you. Christ. I wanted to
fuck you on top of the checkout, for every goddamned person to see."
    "I know!" Mike chorused. "I wanted you to! I wanted you to touch
my ass and tell me you wanted my cock! I knew you did. I knew it!"
    the pounding approached frenzy. Mike began to bang his fists on
the lockers. And then his head.
    "Fuck!" he snarled.
    I was afraid he would hurt himself, but I couldn't stop. I was
reaching the Moment myself. It would all be over soon. All a memory that
would shine in my firey mind till the day I died. This would be a story
to tell my friggin grandchildren.
    "Nnngh! Ahhh!" I managed.
    "Ghhha!" Mike whined.
    I felt the stream of cum racing up my shaft. I pulled out of Mike's
ass in the nick of time. A steaming load of cum blasted onto th small of
Mike's back. It clinged to his skin and soaked into his pores.
    "FUCK!" he hollered. He might as well have been on the damn
intercom. He cry of ecstasy, and my own, must have echoed from one end of
the store to the other.
    I felt all my strength and stamina dissolve. I collapsed on top
of Mike, pinning him up against the cokers. My lowering, shiny cock
rubbed up and down against his sweet butt, my public hair mopping up the
cum which had run back down onto the cheeks.
    He stood this way for several seconds, for eternity. Our heads
were pressed together, face to face.
    "I love you," I cried, tears welling.
    Mike as well cried, but could not manage the words.

    Randy opened the door with a flourish. As if expecting to find
something "naughty."
    "Hey, what's keeping you guys? We got a store to run."
    It still must have been odd for him. Mike and I weren't naked
anymore. But I had yet to put my shirt back on and he was stepping into
his pants.
    "What's this?" he demanded. "You two taking a sauna or something?"
    "No, Rand" Mike silenced him. "I told you I had to get changed."
    That off course didn't explain why I was shirtless.
    "We'll be down in a minute, Randy," I offered like a good little peon.
    Randy nodded with a blank look on his face. He stared at each of
us for a minute before turning around and exiting. He had the decency to
shut the door behind him.
    As soon as Randy was gone, Mike swooped me up in his arms and
kissed my face all over. The effect was not unlike a slobber from a
loving puppy.
    "Ready to get down and work, lover?" he asked, lopsided grin more
beautiful than ever.
    I nuzzled in his chest and grinned. "Bring 'em on, lover."

    I forget what the rest of that Sunday was like at Canby's. And I
don't care to remember. Only sweet Michael is suitable for my thoughts.
And he feels the same for me.