SkinMarvin Gay Stories

I was in my early thirties when I first met Lee. He was eighteen and applied for a job at the warehouse that I managed. Lee had dropped out of high school and was not too bright, but very cute. He was a short lad, about 5' 7" with a very solid, slim, athletic build. He had short cropped brown hair that he was always rubbing when he spoke. He had cute blue eyes and a nice smooth face with few teenaged bum fluff mustache. He had very white teeth and a small pug nose. When he smiled he looked like an angel, but I soon learned that Lee was far from an angel.

I have to admit that a kid with the looks of Lee will influence me in the hiring process and he was soon working in the warehouse unloading trucks and checking in the new orders. I try to act straight at work, but the employees usually figure out that I am queer as I am not married and never mention girls either. Lee was a below average employee, kind of slow, and often late in the morning. I would see the red blurry eyes and know when he came to work stoned on pot too. I could have fired him but I did enjoy having him around.

It was in July when Lee started working, and the warehouse was not air conditioned. Lee began wearing less and less clothing to work. His typical outfit was white Rebock sneakers, no socks, footy shorts showing off his slightly hairy legs, his muscular shapely calves and very solid meaty thighs. The shorts were tight in the crotch and I could see the shape of teenage cock in the soft cloth. He would wear sleeveless shirts that revealed the baseball like biceps and the dark brown patch of underarm hair on the mostly smooth youth. My favorite shirts were his old, slightly too small footy shirts, showing his smooth rippled belly with a thin line of dark hair going from below his navel into the band of his footy shorts. I jerked off a lot at night thinking about this very hot, but very straight young guy.

I had learned through other employees that Lee was indeed a real stoner and was known to deal grass to other guys working there. The final straw was when a scale that we had at work disappeared. Someone had seen Lee going though the outside garbage container on his way home. He had apparently hidden the scale when dumping the trash and removed it on his way home. He needed it for use in his drug business. I reported what happened to the owner of the company and it was decided that as we had no proof that it was him, but to fire him for his lateness. Lee didn't seem too upset about being fired, and didn't seem to be too pissed at me, as I would see him occasionally when driving my car and he would always wave and say hi.

Lee lived within walking distance of the warehouse, but I drove ten miles, as I lived in a different part of town. That is why I was very surprised to see him working behind the counter in the deli in my neighborhood, several months after he was fired. We chatted and he told me that he travels to the job by subway, as it pays well and there are a lot of pretty young girls in the area who come out to buy lunch. I enjoyed his boyish smiles and the sight of his dimples as he told me about the women. He had cut his hair shorter, more like a bonehead now, which actually made him look younger, and mighty good in his apron and white deli pants. I'd go home and fantasize about Lee once again serving me properly.

My fantasies turned to a reality one day during a vacation week, I was home during a week day. I wandered into the deli, not even thinking about Lee, kind of stoned myself, as I had smoked a bowl after a late breakfast, planning on going to the park later and taking in some sun. But I stopped in the deli for a drink, and saw Lee just as he was walking out to go on his lunch break. I'm sure that I still had pot on my breath as I explained to him why I was off of work, and he kind of smiled at me and asked if I had been smoking. I was kind of embarrassed, as I had been his boss, but he grinned and we both started laughing. He told me that he wished he had something to take a few tokes off of. My heart started beating faster and I felt the blood rush up to my face at the thought of having a stoned Lee alone in my apartment but I asked anyway.

"Would you like to come over to my apartment? I have some really top smoke if you want to share a bowl with me."

He smiled a cute smile and said, "Mate. You are cool after all. Let's go."

We walked the couple of blocks back to my place, Lee did most of the talking. I was so nervous but I was excited too. And then in my stoned state I remembered that I had been watching a gay porno and jerking off while I was smoking before leaving my apartment. The box from the video was on my coffee table showing two studs with muscular bodies and hard cocks. I did not know what to do. I decided to take him in the kitchen first and then rush back in to remove the box before he noticed.

But as I opened the door, Lee smelled the pot coming from the living room and rushed over to my pipe. He explained that he only had a forty-five minute lunch break and was anxious to get stoned. He did not notice the box from the porn as he sat on the couch and I sat in the easy chair. I filled the bowl and we passed it back and forth. As he was taking a deep hit, I saw his eyes wander over to the gay porno box. Busted, I though. Lee didn't say anything. He just held the hit and smiled knowingly, at me. After exchanging a few hits Lee kind of sat back on the couch. I looked at him. He had removed his apron before going on lunch break, and I saw he had a cut off tee shirt revealing his smooth arms and hairy armpits, as he put his hands behind his head. I was staring at him as I was very stoned and he was very hot looking. I was taken out of my daze when I realized that he was speaking, in a very low voice.

"I know you're gay mate. I always knew. It is cool. Put on the VCR. Let me see what this gay shit is all about."

I couldn't believe what I was seeing and hearing, but I got up and found the remote and turned on the TV and hit play. It was the scene that I had climaxed to earlier, of a young swimmer type lad shooting cum all over his tight body as another dark haired geeza had just finished sucking his cock, then the blond lad got down on his knees and took the dark haired geeza's cock in his mouth. As the blow job scene progressed, I saw Lee beginning to rub his crotch.

"Smoking makes me horny. And I haven't had any pussy since Friday night. I am so fucked horny mate."

I felt my cock bulge as he started to play with his bulge as he laid back watching the blow job scene.

"That's what I need mate. A hot fucking mouth to suck my bone. I don't care who it is. I'm so fucking horny"

I did not say a word and got up out of my chair and kneeled down in front of Lee who was half sitting and half laying back on the couch, I looked up and saw that one hand was still behind his head and I glanced at that bicep and hairy pit. His other hand was still on his crotch. I took my hand and put it over his and he soon let his hand fall to his side and let me take over rubbing his hard cock through his shorts.

As he didn't resist, I took the next step and removed my hand and put my face into his crotch and felt his hard dick through his pants throb against my face. I could smell his hot teenage scent right through the clothing. He had both hands behind his head and his eyes were mostly closed but I saw him watching the tape through his squinted eyes. I took my hands and reached to open the belt on his white deli pants. He did not resist as I opened the snap and unzipped him. he raised his ass off the couch as I lowered his pants leaving him with the pants around his ankles and his hard cock pressed against the tight fitting pair of footy shorts he was waring.

He grunted to me. "Suck my cock"

That is all he said but I obeyed and lowered his shorts and saw Lee's hard cock for the first time. Six inches of cut very tasty looking straight boy meat. I lowered my face and put the head of his cock in my mouth. He moaned and then reached out with both hands and pushed my head down on his cock.

"Come on mate. Suck... I have to get back to work. Suck me off."

I did not expect him to be so aggressive but he kept pushing and I gagged on his cock. But I got used to his pace and could smell his balls when he pushed my face into his pubes. I would like to have licked those nuts but he controlled the action with his hands and it was not more than two or three minutes when he tensed and moaned.

"Here it comes. Suck it. Faggot. EAT MEEE..."

And then I felt his cock throb and shoot out a warm forceful blast of cum, I tried to swallow but he held my head and shot again and again. His cum was thick and kind of tangy. Not sweet like some lads but I loved the taste of straight young cock. He continued to moan and grunt.

"Swallow it faggot, Oh eat my load, oh man. that felt good"

His let his hands off of my head and I nursed his cock and swallowed what had accumulated in my mouth. As I was trying to get him hard again and hoped for a second load, he wiggled off me and said,

"I have to get back to work. Get me a towel mate."

I had hoped to see more of his body and maybe lick him in other places, but he had decided that the sex was over. I went to the bathroom and brought him a towel. He quickly wiped my spit and any excess cum off of his now soft cock and his pubic hair. He then tossed the towel to the floor, and got up and pulled up his pants. A couple of seconds later he was at my door on his way out. He turned and smiled and said,

"Thanks for the smoke" Grabbing his crotch and grinning at me. "And thanks for that too."

With that the door opened and he was out onto the street again. I only saw him a few more times in the deli but then he disappeared, and I never saw him again. I asked what had happened to him but only was told that he had left.

He sure provided a hot memory for me. I'd often pull off, thinking off sucking his straight young cock, and watching the video we watched together. How I would have loved just an hour more, time to have turned him over and filled my mouth with his ass. Time to have pressed my cock into his firm, virgin ass and have him order my to "Fuck me Faggt!", time to have made my every fantasy come true. One thing I did have that summer was the time to have imagined a whole fist full of new one's. Who knows maybe one day I'll run into young Lee again and we can share some more smoke and who knows what again...