Chapter 22

Will

My job at Big Woody’s lumber store isn’t bad; restocking the nails and screws in the small hardware aisle is the worst part of it. There are so many sizes, types, variations, uses, gauges, and threads, it’s insane. It’s more than just putting new stock where it goes, it’s also organizing and cleaning up after customers. If they pull a box of screws and then find the ones they really need, they rarely return that first box to where they found it. Or if they’re looking in the individual specialty nuts and bolts drawers – well, fuck, you can already imagine the nightmare of where that’s going. Quite often this area is left unattended for too long because no one, and I mean no one, likes to work this aisle.

Today I’m training the new guy Allen, he’s working at one end while I work the opposite. I’m not getting as much done as I could be because my mind keeps wandering and thinking about sex. That’s not uncommon for an eighteen-year-old guy, but let’s just say this, wow, has my life ever changed in this last month. Ever since my older brother Ben invited me to a special party where a bunch of us guys all lined up to please Heather in the most intimate way, my whole outlook and sex life has been ignited.

For leading a pretty boring life up until now, I’ve sure become caught up in a whirlwind of getting naked with people and shooting my sperm; one thing seems to lead to another, and then another, and so on.

Just two days ago, Daisy and I met up with a couple at a fancy hotel in Grand Rapids for a sex party, that was a lot of fun. I even let the guy, Tom, suck my cock. I wasn’t sure how I would feel about that, but in the moment and seeing how much it meant to him, I was okay with letting him have a go at it. A hungry mouth, male or female, can feel equally awesome, but that’s as far as I’ll go with guys at these things. Daisy told me, no worries, what happens at sex parties, stays at sex parties.

Not counting Betty-Jo Peterson after Homecoming last Fall, I’ve screwed five women, all in the last four weeks – that’s five pussies my cock has been inside of! And, those same five women, plus Tom, all sucked it. Talk about a life-sized ego boost and I can’t help but get instantly hard when my mind slips further into the gutter thinking about how much they enjoyed it, especially when I gave them loads of my cum – that’s six tongues swimming in my semen! Seven, if you count mine when I do my special trick of self-sucking. Who would have ever thought my penis would be so—

“Earth to Will.” Allen is waving his hand in front of my face.

“Oh, uh ... yeah, what’s up?”

“I’m all done with the drywall screws, what should I work on next?”

I check the time on my phone. “It’s almost break time and I gotta use the bathroom, let’s meet back here in twenty minutes, okay?”

“Sounds good.”

I need to use the bathroom, but not to pee. When I start thinking about all the fucking, sucking, boobs, cream pies, asses, cum eating, and pussy licking, I need to go take care of something, and soon, or my balls will ache for release. Thank god this bathroom is a single-toilet room and I can lock the door behind me. And, before you say it, no, I’m not planning on self-sucking in here. As much as I would love to, there’s a time and a place for that.

I learned I could suck myself (autofellatio is the technical term) when I was fifteen. It was the summer my mother swears I grew two or three inches. What my mother doesn’t know is that my cock became noticeably longer as well.

My bed has always been my preferred place to bop my bologna. One day I was sitting there having a healthy stroke session; I looked down and noticed how close I could get my face to the tip of my cock. That’s when a crazy idea popped into my head, so I bent low a couple of times, and, to my surprise, my lips slipped over my glans. At first, it took some concentrated effort, but within a couple of weeks, I was self-sucking with ease.

Until that big sex party at the beach house, I kept this nifty trick an absolute secret from the world. That party though, it had quite an open atmosphere of trying new things and letting others in on personal kinks, feeling confident, I went ahead and shared mine – they loved it! Especially Daisy, she—

Boom-boom-boom, on the bathroom door. “Can ya hurry it up in there,” a co-worker pleads, “I’m about to shit my pants!”

“Yeah, yeah, gimme a sec,” I zip up and tuck my shirt in; I guess I’ll have to take care of things later on at home.

While I’m working the last part of my shift, Daisy texts asking me to call her once I’m off work, she has good news.

After clocking out, I call Daisy. “Hi Will! How are you?”

“I’m great. What’s happening?”

“Angie and Tom left reviews from our date, and they raved about us! Both of us! They called me a Goddess of Beauty and Seduction and you a ... get ready for it ... a Golden God of Sexual Prowess. Can you believe that?!”

“Wow!” I laugh, “Who would have thought we’d be elevated to omnipotent status?”

“I know, right? I’ve been complimented in many creative ways, but this one is a landmark. And it gets better, they go on to say ... the juices of their loins are nothing short of the sweetest nectar bestowed from the heavens. They’re talking about your cum and my wet pussy, isn’t that a hoot? Haha!”

“Again, wow! Maybe we should open up a sex-juice bar?”

“Good one! There’s more to the review, but you get the idea. We really made an impression on them!”

“No kidding.”

“So, get this, Jasmine saw it before I did and called, she’s interested in talking to you. I was planning to put in a good word if you wanted me to, but it looks like you’ve already caught her attention. Would you like to come with me to her office and meet up?”