Back in the mid 80's I worked for a National Convenience Store as a trainer. I trained the overnight shift at the training store in the northwest of San Antonio TX. Our store was about a mile south of I - 10 and just outside Loop 410. It was surrounded by apartment complexes at a busy intersection. During the dayshift and early evenings, the store was extremely busy. After about 9 pm, the store was a lot quieter... I worked 11 pm till 7 am so by the time I arrived each night the store would be almost dead. The nights that I did not have trainees was even quieter.

Now the night I'm about to write you into was one of those nights, it was late spring, muggy and mildly warm, quiet and uneventful... well uneventful for most people, but you see you and I are about to get wrapped up into this crazy sexual filled life of mine... no trainee's, just me and a quiet shift...

It was just after 1 am, I had had maybe three customers come into the store since starting my shift at 11 pm. A tall slender kid hovering in around 6’ 3”, maybe 19, 20 at the most. Curly tussled brown hair flopping about his head, a handsome country boy face with that wicked grin/smirk on his lips, a faint hint of a youthful 5 o'clock shadow. A well-worn blue buttoned down short sleeve shirt, blue jeans that he had to have been wearing for several years, clean but worn regularly. A true country boy belt with that large silver belt buckle nestled at the center of his jeans... then the boots, not the ones you see the dress up types wear, these were boots, old boots, scuffed and discolored, used and worn everyday with no worry about looks, just functionality.

His right arm was cast and nestled into an arm sling, a bit dingy and had been used for a while. He looked a bit out of place, but also looked like he could look out of place anywhere. His hazels eyes were clear, bright and full of a mischievous shine. I was taken back by just how attracted I was to this country boy... but within a minute of seeing him, I was smitten with how adorably cute he was.

Here I was a true gay twink type (back in those days) ... 5 foot 11 inches, 165lbs, my combed and styled red hair, my brown eyes, my Levi 501's fairly new and tight around my ass. My brown polo shirt with yellow and orange stripes... my white Kaepa double lace shoes. My freshly shaved face and staring at this quirky but adorable country boy. Me 23 and him 19 and I am staring like a high school girl around her first crush.

He was so shy, so quiet and nervous... he was a bit of a wreck, there was something wrong and he was not sure he could share what was happening in his life with me. He walked around and looked but didn't look at anything in particular... there must have been a lot going on in that young country boys head, I don't even think he noticed how hard I was staring at him.

Finally, I spoke, nearly scaring him half to death, he jumped and looked completely confused... I ask what happened to his arm and when it happened. After a few minutes of taking in what I said, he looked as if he was a foreigner trying to translate a foreign language in his head. He shook his head and said it happened 2 weeks earlier at a bar across town, I gave him that look... you know the one parents give you when you do something stupid. He almost smiled and said he was walking across their parking lot cause his truck broke down and tripped in a pothole and fell flat on his face after trying to catch himself and breaking his arm in the process. I cringed and told him that had to suck and ask if it still hurt really bad. He shrugged his shoulders and said to much other shit bad had happened it kept him from dwelling on the pain.

The ice was broken, and he was warming up to talking with me. He kept checking out the hotdogs on the roller grill, several glances... almost staring at them. Now each night around 2 am, we cleaned the roller grill and anything on it was discarded of and written off. My Spidey sense was kicking in and I was beginning to see what part of that other bad shit that must’ve had happened...

I shrugged my right shoulder towards the hot dogs, I told him if you want any of those, help yourself... I explained they had been on there to long and that I would just write them off and throw them away, so instead of me throwing them away… if he wanted them, grab them. His face lit up, then he looked down at the floor… then at me, then he gave me a forced grin… I was a little taken back, but then I understood. He wanted them, hell, he needed them… but he felt that I was doing it, because I had figured out that he was hungry and had no money… ego bruised, hell maybe crushed. He paused, looked back at me and back at the hot dogs… I smiled and gave him a small plate I had behind the counter and told him to get after them. Plate in hand, a real grin on his face and those hot dogs did not have a chance. I grabbed a plastic cup; you know one of those that convenience stores have for some promotions... like Fiesta, a pro-sports team or some event. I explained that if he brought it with him when I was working, he could get anything he wanted from the fountain drinks while he was at the store. That grin got bigger and he was filling it up with Coke and gulping it down. He really was relaxing and understood that I was not going to push him about whatever was happening in his life and was just genuinely trying to be nice.

He ate everyone of those hot dogs and was just chilling and hanging out, now that the hunger was eased and he did not have to ask for any kind of hand out or help, he was just being himself. He was just a young country boy in the city, sadly it made me think of the old expression “A fish out of water”. He had so many questions about everything and anything… he was just a lost soul looking for some friendship and some help navigating city life. He made me smile so hard, made me laugh out loud, really loud… and truly made my heart open up to this handsome cowboy. He had been there for at least an hour, visiting, following me around while I worked, helping sometimes and just having a good time… that’s when a friend of mine showed up. Ricky had been out at one of the gay bars tonight and was on his way home, he didn’t see the country boy, I had still not heard his name at this point, not yet. Ricky comes busting in, being so damn gay, so damn queer… a real queen. I loved him to death, a really good, true friend, but at that moment he was just queening it up so bad, oh my god! My young new friend just seemed to disappear, he vanished, and I didn’t know what had happened or where he had gone. Ricky was a bit tipsy and was going on and on about this daddy type that he was trying to bed. He was only there for about 5 minutes, but his presence seemed like he had been there for over an hour. He swished out the door and was gone, just as quick and as flashy as he had arrived. I just shook my head and chuckled for a second and then began to look in earnest around the store for my young friend. He reappeared almost as if from the very air in the room, he was standing over by the soda fountain, red faced and almost in shock. I looked at him, shrugged my shoulders and gave him an embarrassed grin. I explained that he was a good friend and his name was Ricky… then almost at a loss for words, I stammered around my own tongue, trying to explain that I was gay. Before I could say much or explain anything, a huge, almost described as “Shit ass eating grin” took control of his face. He said that he knew I was gay, one of the guys that he knew at his apartments had told him. He explained it was all good and that, actually, now that we both knew… he revealed that he had several questions that he thought I could probably answer better than anyone.

Once again, the ice had been further broken and his comfort level was even better than before Ricky’s visit. Now it was my turn, I mentioned he had me at a disadvantage… I wear a name tag, but I did not know his name, he laughed and told me that his name was Jessie. Jessie, the name fit him like a glove. The morning was slowly fading and I could tell that Jessie was getting tired, I told him to go home and get some sleep, I would be back at 11 pm tonight and I didn’t have any trainees coming in. He looked at me, for the first time there was a completely different look in his eyes, not a bad one, but different. I assured him I really enjoyed his company and looked forward to seeing him again. He grinned and nodded his head, he knew he was so tired… he shrugged his head, raised up his cup (questioning whether he could fill it up again) and I nodded yes. After filling his cup and heading towards the door, he turned back and said thanks… I actually feel like I have a friend here now… I smiled and said, you do.

When I got to work around 10:40 pm that night, I always get to work early, the store was pretty busy. I got behind the counter and helped out the two guys from the evening shift get the store emptied and caught up. They both left just after 11 pm and I got started on cleaning up the store. It was around 12:15 am when I heard the door open and looked up, there was Jessie… he looked just like the night before but this time he had on a red short sleeve button down shirt. Damn if he did not look even better than last night. He was different, surer of himself, more determined. He walked in, a smile/grin playing across his face and I would swear even a brighter gleam in his hazel eyes. I couldn’t help but grin ear to ear to see him again. His cup in hand and a more confident step in his stride.

He filled his cup and started eyeing the hot dogs on the roller grill, I smiled and said what’s there is all yours at 1 am, a little earlier cause I knew no one would be in looking for them and winked. He raised his eyebrows and smiled the biggest smile I had seen so far on his sweet face. He started telling me more about himself, where he was from, it was a small town off of I-10 north west of San Antonio, the way you pronounce it and the way it’s spelled are as different as a cat and dog. He told me why he had moved to San Antonio and what he had been doing for his job. The job he lost after breaking his arm, they said he would not be of any use to them with just one arm. He told me that he had had a girlfriend back home, but they broke up about a month or so before moving down here. He talked about his family, his truck, his apartment, his previous roommate and just about anything that popped into his head. It was so cute to see all this information pouring out of this tall country boy. It was 1 am and he was looking back towards the hot dogs… I laughed softly and said get going, they are not going to come find him to get eaten.

After the hot dogs were gone and his belly not so empty, he began to help me out, but then he changed, like someone had turned a switch off… I was not sure what was wrong, but then he is like… looking at me, very seriously. He was searching his mind, looking for the words to say or ask something, but it was not coming to him very easily. Finally, I could not stand seeing him in almost pain anymore, trying to figure out what or how to do what he wanted/needed to do.

I looked into his eyes, close by and grinned… I told him, Jessie if you want/need to ask or tell me something, just say it… I assured him there was nothing he could do or say that would hurt or bother me at all. He grinned, turned red and shook his head in the way when something is about to happen that is going to be a major thing for him. I smiled and chuckled… seriously I told him, there was not anything, trust me anything to shock me or bother me.

He walked away, filled his cup and looked back at me, with his cheeks almost bright red… he asked if he could ask me a question about you know guys things… you know their penis. I almost burst into the kind of laughter that brings tears… I assured him I had seen, touched, sucked and more my fair share of guys COCKS! The store fell silent and I swear the folks in the Cemetery in the city of Pittsburgh heard the sound of his jaw hit the floor. His eyes were wide open and then he started laughing, really laughing… his body relaxed, and that grin spread infectiously across his face. He was so relieved that I was not about to be weirded out by him wanting to ask me questions.

After that it took him no time to get started, the question that had been on his mind the most was the whole cut and uncut thing. He never understood what people meant when they would say a cut cock. He even decided to share with me that he did not know if he was cut or uncut. (Now before you all rush to judgement and disbelief, this was a country boy from a small town and there was NO internet in these days). I was even surprised by the question… I tried to explain that there was skin over the head of an uncut guys cock. He just looked perplexed and clueless to what that meant. I stood there trying to think how best to explain it… I said that if you are uncut the natural skin would protect the head of your cock; a cut cock was when they removed that protective skin and exposed the head. So, as I was still struggling, I mentioned that I was uncut (this was still a couple of years before my adult circumcision) and that my head was not visible unless I pulled the skin back. I seemed to lose him even more, which confused me. I thought that maybe he would understand more by using myself in the analogy. Then his face, all screwed up in thought, turned the brightest red I had ever seen on such a sweet young face before. A new devilish smile took hold of his warm pink lips. His eyes lite up, the way he looked at me seemed to change. Then in the back of my mind I realized what I had just done, I just admitted there was an uncut cock at hand that he could see in real life. He stepped closer to me and looked at me so innocently, his eyes a glow, that grin on that handsome face and then the words rolled off his lips. “Show me, please?”

So here I am at work, in a convenience store, early in the morning and this damn gorgeous country boy just asked to see my uncut cock… what the fuck? I told him I did not know if that were such a good idea, the only place I could do that would be in the rest room and he didn’t really want to see my cock anyway… I walked away from him, him on my heels… him asking please and telling me, I really want to see it the whole time I was trying to get back to work. A couple of minutes later and he and I both are crammed into the rest room in the store and my hands are about to pop the buttons on my 501’s. I went to work commando on a regular basis, so, once I popped those buttons, he was going to get to see what an uncut cock looked like, my uncut cock. Shaking my head, I popped the buttons, out came my cock flopping into sight. His eyes grew in size to the size of a top of a coke can and his gaze was fixed on my cock. Without skipping a beat, he reached forward and grabbed my cock, he slid the skin back and forth… in doing so, it was responding to his touch and grip, flexing, stiffing and lengthening in his grip… I pushed his hand away, trying my best to stuff it all back into my jeans, it was not easy… by the time I brushed his hand away it was basically at full mast and rock fucking hard. With the majority safely in my control, almost in my jeans I broke from the confines of the rest room and headed back into the store. Jessie on my heels.

My face was red, deep red, my pulse was beating like a hummingbird, I was lightheaded, and I felt like if he even looked at me wrong, I would fucking cum right through the fly of my jeans. Oh my god, I had to stop him, but I did not want to… I wanted to strip him naked and stay in that rest room with him the rest of the night. I just wanted to slam him up against the wall and kiss him till I could not breathe anymore. I stopped next to register and just stood there, he was literally against my back… his hard cock pressing into my ass, the heat and pounding of his heart pushing into my back, his fucking gorgeous lips were against my right ear. He was softly whispering “Sorry”! Sorry… what?? I really wanted him, I wanted him right now! Sorry over and over into my ear, but he did not move and neither did I. I had no clue if this was his plan or did, we both get swept up in the moment… my mind was racing, my fly was still partially undone, and my cock was basically being restrained by my hand. I wanted to turn towards him, but the electricity being generated by his breathe against my ear as he repeated “Sorry” was making every inch of my skin tingle. I wanted to hold him, I wanted to kiss him, I wanted to undress him, I wanted to just be with him... his naked body against mine. Finally, still motionless, I assured him to quit being sorry, I wanted him to continue, but not here, not now, not like this… I told him how much I wanted him in my bed, how much I wanted to continue what we had started. He grabbed my shoulders and turned me into him, our faces so close we can feel the breath escaping from our parted lips. My hand holding my cock back, my eyes locked on his, those beautiful hazel eyes… I swear I could see into his very being. I kissed him finally, those warm plump lips pressed so tightly and sweetly on mine. I broke from him again. I pulled myself together, I got my cock back into its place behind the buttons that kept it secure.

It took a couple of minutes but, we both calmed down, our needs… both our needs still painfully evident, but under some illusion of control for the moment. We both fought the urge to tackle the other and start trying to get some things done… there was no longer any boundaries between us and we both let our bodies get so close as we both fought the desire to cross the line. The night was slipping away, and the morning was quickly descending, of course for two extremely horny young men, not nearly quick enough. Without any word we had agreed that as soon as I got off work, he would follow me to my place.

7 am could not get there fast enough for me… as I left the store, he was waiting in his truck beside my car. The drive was short, but it felt like an eternity. At the door to my apartment he was once again pressed against my back, my hands trembled in anticipation of finally seeing him nude… getting the keys in the lock to the door was almost impossible. Once the door was open, he was sweeping me into the living room, clothes flying and hands groping, reaching, touching and feeling each other’s body, every inch of our bodies. He wore the typical fruit of the loom tightie whities, stained from his piss and precum… they were at the moment, the sexiest underwear I had ever seen on a guy. His thin, but firm and subtle muscular body was an incredible turn on. He had the stereotypical cowboy tan and smooth almost hairless body… all of my senses were in overdrive and I had never been so fucking turned on. I pulled and tugged those sexy underwear to the ground, inside, just behind that fly was his rock hard cut cock… the head, this impressively large mushroom was the darkest crimson color, the shaft smooth, except for one single vein that was straining, gorged with blood… it was straight and the same color as his inner thighs… his cock was of average size (around 6 ½”) but it looked as impressive as any porn star I had seen at the time. The head glistened with precum and it was so hard it trembled, almost bouncing in anticipation. Right there, right then, the door just almost closed, but not latched… I dropped to my knees and slid his sweet manhood between my lips, feeling the warmth, the strength of his cock and the smell of his groin drove me into a frenzy as I could not get enough of his cock. I sucked him in deep, his shaft against my tongue, his head pushing into my throat, my nose nestled into the bush of hair at the base of his cock. I could taste his precum and feel the blood coursing through his cock. He pulled back from me, placed his hands under my arms, pressing his fingers into my arm pits and lifted me to stand in front of him. He was taller than me, but he bent his head down as I stood on my tip toes and our lips met, pressed against the others, our tongues battling to gain entry into each other’s mouths… our bodies pressed together, out cocks sparring with one another, out hands wrapped around our bodies so tight, so warm, so calming and with so much passion. It was pure intoxication, it was extasy all exploding in this crazed embrace. We separated, after a few minutes, both of us realizing we had to breath to survive. I reached behind me and made sure the door latched and locked the door in one quick action, he was tugging my hand insistently, pulling me towards the bedroom and the bed.

He pushed himself into me as we stood at the side of the bed, our lips ragged another small battle and our bodies were almost intwined. As we fell to the bed, side by side, still clinging onto one another… he pushed me onto my back and released his lips from mine, he looked into my eyes, not into them, beyond them… he looked right into my very soul, into all my desires and dreams. His eyes were a glow, they sparkled in the light of the sun beaming through the window onto my bed from the head of the bed, that devilish grin had once again taken over the lower half of his face… but it took mere seconds and that smile was encircling my cock, the head and then the shaft disappearing into his warm delicious mouth. His lack of experience was evident as his teeth grazed the shaft of my cock, his gagging and coughing as he did his best to take all 7 inches of my uncut cock into his mouth. I place my hand on his hand gently and stroked his hair and instructed him to take his time, slow down and watch his teeth… he heeded my words and began to work my cock slowly improving and as he relaxed and his desire grew…

My hands roamed his entire body, my own body shook from his learning, yearning to please every inch of me… my hands found that incredible country boy bubble butt of his, you know the type, the quintessential farm fed country boy type butt. It was so round, so plump, so smooth… hairless, two globes of pure muscle… then my fingers found their target, that super tight virgin pucker, it was so tight and warm… but when my fingers grazed over it, his mouth swallowed my entire shat, my cock head punching into his throat, his body gave way to my near intrusion and I felt his entire body bend and surrender to my probing finger. I knew in a flash that today, this young country boy was going to be losing his virginity, surrendering himself to me in this very bed. I pulled my finger to my lips, his head still bobbing on my cock, his lips still happily wrapped around it… with my fingers at my lips, I pushed it into my mouth and spit soaked every inch of it. As I withdrew my finger from my lips, spit almost dripping from it, I reached back to the sweet bubble butt and once again found that sweet tight opening. I gently but forcibly aimed my finger and began its drive into his waiting and willing ass. It slipped and slid with almost no resistance, my finger making its way into this young virgin ass. He winced only once and seconds later was pushing back onto my invading finger… it was obvious that he knew and was submitting to what was inevitable.

I slipped my finger from his ass, he let my cock slid from his mouth… he looked at me, his face was awash with a look of bliss, with no words, no instructions or even body language… he rolled onto his back beside me. I began kissing him, desperate and needing, I began a slow climb over and onto him, laying my entire body and weight onto his frame. My lips were locked on his, my hands holding his head in a firm grip. I released my kiss looked into his eyes, smiled and began sliding down his body, stopping to suck and lick each of his nipples, then following that small light trail of hair that led to his cock. I sucked his cock into my mouth, devouring every inch of it. Up and down, in and out, over and over… until I released his swollen cock and traced my tongue down to his balls… my god, his nuts… his nut sack was huge, sagging and full… his nuts, both the size of golf balls, enormous and so soft. I sucked each one into my mouth, his left one then his right… then eventually with all I was worth, I sucked them both simultaneously into my mouth… I washed them, sucked them, played with them, toyed with them… then I once again restarted my descent with my tongue, I lifted his legs with my hands, shifting them into the air, I circled my tongue on his taint… licking over and over in the same place… he began to almost dance on the bed, his head tossing left and right, his arms almost uncontrollable, his stomach almost convulsing. I pulled my head and eyed my target, he had one of the most beautiful pink rose buds in the center between those globes oh his bubble butt. It was hot, it winked and pulsed with anticipation… it was ready and waiting, it was giving off heat… this young country boy was ripe and ready to be picked… his ass was about to be mine and we both knew it. He was willing and so ready for me to take him on the ride of his life.

I lowered my head, I could smell his musk, I could feel the heat radiating from within him… I stuck my tongue out and just ever so gently swiped it across his fuck hole, he shivered, he shuddered, and I dove in full force with my tongue… I began devouring him, slipping and darting my tongue into his velvet chute. I used my spit to lube up his hole, I used my tongue to loosen up his tight ass muscles, then I slipped my finger inside him, my tongue and finger working in unison to ease his tightness and ready him for my cock. He was in complete bliss his head tossing, his moaning, his cock twitching and pulsing… with my head still in his ass I reached for the lube on the table next to my bed, I opened the bottle and put a very small dab into the center of my hand, then grabbed my cock and began massaging it onto the head and upper shaft. I lifted my head and re-positioned myself, my cock at the opening that I would soon slip deep within… I pushed his legs further in the air, he lifted his head and with just his eyes he begged me to take him, to fill him, to fuck him!!

I slowly pushed forward, the head of my cock brushing against his sweet pink pucker, I eased forward and his entire ass opened up as I slid effortlessly inside him, one push, no resistance and I was balls deep inside this hot country boy. His moan was so guttural and loud I am sure my neighbor knew exactly what was happening. His eyes were glazed over, and his body was all mine to do as I please. The pure pleasure of being inside him was so fucking incredible, I had fucked a lot of guys by this time in my life, but I swear his ass was on fire and felt so amazing. I was unable to control the animal inside of me, instinct took over and I fucked Jessie for all he was worth… my balls slapping against his ass, my shaft blurring in and out… my control gone, my desire in complete control and my desire would not, could not be contained. In and out, in and out, in and out… I could not have stopped even if the cops would have busted into the room, they would have just had to wait… I could feel my climax beginning to build… his cock was twitching uncontrollably… his balls had tightened, and I knew he was close to exploding himself. I kept up the assault, my cock slipping and sliding in and out of that tight delicious boy hole of his. Sweat was dripping from my forehead and I knew I would not last much longer… I reached for his cock, wrapped my hand around it firmly and tugged a total of two times…. cum blasted from the head of his cock, hitting the wall behind my bed, his forehead, his chin, his chest… ribbon after ribbon of cum flew from his cock and as his cock let the ropes of cum fly, his ass tightened like a vice on an old work bench… that sweet hole my cock was buried so deep within clamped down on me… between watching him spew cum everywhere and this incredible new sensation on the shaft of my cock… I lost all control and began pumping my own into his ass… pulse after pulse after pulse of my cum filling his ass to capacity. It felt as if I came for a solid 5 minutes, as if every ounce of energy I had spewed into his bowels, spent and covered in sweat, used and covered in cum he and I both were so wiped out, yet so fulfilled, so drained yet so overwhelmingly happy… my cock slipped one last time from his sweet pink pucker as cum oozed from his used hole… his cock twitched one last time as his balls and sac finally relaxed and fell back spent and empty. I fell to his side, his legs dropped to the bed and we both sighed collectively.

After a few moments of that sweet after glow from just having had one of the most intense sexual encounters of my life and the loss of his virginity to him, we wrapped our arms around each other and laying side by side, cum and sweat covered… we drifted off to sleep.

Later in the day we both woke and showered together before climbing back into my bed and drifting back to sleep with his head resting on my shoulder. That night at work we spent it together, very playfully we made it through the night… the next morning we repeated the day before and spent hours in the bed together… my next two days off were incredible, Jessie and I were almost inseparable. I forget just how many times we had sex on my days off, I just remember how incredible the time was.

I spent almost 5 days together with Jessie and would not change a single one of them if I had to, but after those 5 days I didn’t see Jessie one night, not at all… I was confused and was not sure what was going on, remember there were no cell phones at this time. When I got off work the next morning, I found a note under the wiper blade on my car’s windshield.

It read; “I know this is pretty shitty of me and I am really a coward. I have to go back home, and I knew I could not tell you this in person. I hope you understand. I will always remember you. Always. Please know you do and will mean the world to me always. I am mixed up and I am afraid I could have fallen in love with you.”