“What’s your name?” I interrupted.
“Josh,” he said.
“Listen, Josh,” I said. “It takes a lot to get me turned on, and right now I’m so horny for you I can’t see straight. If I don’t seize this moment, I might stay a virgin for the rest of my life. So shut the fuck up and take off your pants.”
I couldn’t believe it. It was like Jane had taken over my mouth.
Josh just goggled at me. “You’re a . . .”
“Jesus,” I said, tearing open his belt. “I told you to shut up.”
He kissed me then, full on the mouth. I had never really been turned on by the whole tongue-down-the-throat thing, but I wanted to eat this boy up. His hands were all over my tits and I frantically worked at his fly. I think I tore the zipper, but I didn’t hear him complain.
“Sit down,” I commanded, pushing him back onto the stool. His cock (in my head I actually used the word “cock”!) was swollen and gorged, club-like and alien.
“What’s wrong with your . . .”
“I’m not cut,” he said, as if ashamed.
“You’re not what?”
“I’m not circumcised,” he was blushing again.
“Oh my God,” I’d never even seen a picture of one like that. I took it in my hand, experimentally, and rolled the foreskin back. The head popped out, glistening with pearly moisture. I’d heard Jane talk about “pre-cum” before and I guessed that’s what this was.
“I like how it tastes,” Jane had said. So I kneeled down and licked the little white bead of moisture off the head of Josh’s penis. She was right. The taste was musky and sweet at the same time, strangely enticing. I took the cock-head into my mouth, running my tongue in circles around it, trying to coax more of this precious fluid. I’d never really given head before, and was afraid I might be doing it wrong, but Josh moaned and I could feel the thing swell even larger in my mouth. I must have been doing something right.
He made me stop, though. “You sit down,” he said, pushing me away.
We traded places. He kneeled before me as I sat on the stool.
“Spread your legs,” he gasped. I obeyed.
“You’re not wearing panties,” he said. He was staring at my – – – – with intense concentration. Then he sucked it.
Oh my God. Believe it or not, the only person who had ever gone down on me had been Jane during our little “experiment.” She’d licked it rather daintily, but Josh sucked it. There was no other word to describe what he did. His mouth was open wide and his lips and tongue were going crazy, and he was making these slurping and gulping noises. I came so hard I nearly fell off the stool.
He stood up, his face dripping.
“Your Malomar is so sweet,” he gasped.
“My what?”
“Oh, uh,” Josh blushed again. “That’s what I call it. Uh . . .”
“Like the cookie?”
“Uh, yeah.”
“Huh,” I kind of liked that. Malomar. It was better than any of the other words, anyway.
His cock was pointing like an arrow right at the bulls-eye of my dripping Malomar. I spread my legs wider. More than anything in the world I wanted that big cock inside me.
“Shit,” Josh swore.
“What’s wrong?”
“I don’t have a condom.”
“Who the fuck cares?” I snarled.
“I care,” Josh said. “And so should you. Now just wait a second. There’s plenty up front. Let me just grab one.”
He tried to get his pants back on, but his zipper was ruined and there was no way he was going to get that monstrous hard-on contained.
“I’ll go,” I said.
“Hurry,” he begged.
He didn’t have to tell me that twice. I ran down the little hallway back up to the front counter. Jane was manning the register, surrounded by perverts. I think she was enjoying the attention. She smiled when she saw me coming.
“I was going to ask you how it was going, but from the looks of you, it must be going pretty well.”
“I need a condom,” I said, getting some amazed looks from the horny middle-aged guys.
“Good,” Jane said. “I have taught you well, my young padawan.”
There were all these little bins in front of the register, each filled with a bewildering array of multi-colored condom wrappers. There was no time to choose, so I just grabbed one and ran back to the booth.
I was a little surprised to find Josh stroking himself when I got back. He looked up, embarrassed, when he saw me. “I, uh, didn’t want it to go down.”
“Whatever,” I said, and tore open the condom wrapper with my teeth. I rolled it onto Josh’s big fat prick. When it was on, I burst out laughing. I just couldn’t help it.
“What?” Josh said.
“Look,” I laughed. I had grabbed one of those gag novelty condoms. It was bright yellow, with eyes and a smiley face on the head. It made his cock look like a big happy yellow snake.
“Oh, shit,” he was laughing, too. “Maybe you should get another one.”
“Fuck that,” I said. “Fuck me.”
Oh, he did. He plunged that cheery banana into my cream-center Malomar before the words were out of my mouth. I felt myself lifted off my feet, thrown back against the wall of the booth. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him even deeper inside. I was fucked. His cock was twice as thick as my Mom’s vibrator and fleshy and alive instead of hard plastic. It was so much better, so unbelievably tight and hot. His hands groped my buttocks. One finger grazed my back door and I never thought I’d want that but now I did, God yes. I nodded and he knew what I meant and he slid his finger into my asshole and plunged it in and out while he screwed me up against the wall. I screamed and he put his mouth over mine to stifle the sound and he tasted like my Malomar, sweet and dark. He made a noise like an animal and I knew he was coming. I felt the rubber inflate like a balloon inside me as he pumped it full of his stuff. I could picture it, and the picture made me come, too. I cried out his name and God’s name and a lot of words I’m not sure I’ve ever used.