8.“You’re probably underage too...” Amir shook his head. He had what I assumed was shoulder length hair tied back in a sloppy ponytail, the majority of it blonde, the rest black. It didn’t take long for me to realize that he was older than most everyone here.
“I’m eighteen!” I protested, but he had my arm in a vice grip.
“Prove it then.” I pulled out my driver’s license and handed it to him, smoothing the front of my jeans. I was not not not still aroused by Jay. My cock betrayed me. Amir smiled a bit as he looked at my shoddy photo. “You caught him on a good day.” I furrowed my brows. What the hell was he talking about?
“What?”
“If he was feeling well enough to...you don’t know do you?”
“Know what? Is he sick?!” Oh fuck, I should have known....instantly started itching all over. Tried to suppress it.
“It’ll probably be better if you let him tell you.” Immediately burst out crying, he let me rest in his arms, patting my head.
“A...am I gonna die?”
He sighed and shook his head. “It’s not that kind of thing. He really hasn’t had as many people running in and out of his life as he’d like you to think he has.”
I turned to look back at his room, wanting to run back and demand to know what the hell Amir was talking about, it couldn’t be true and...
“Look, if you stay here any longer, you’re gonna get me in trouble. Don’t worry about it...forget I said anything.” he said, gently pushing me out the door.
As soon as I got home I immediately stripped and stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom. Door locked, window curtains pulled down, I felt so dirty. And what had I done to myself by fucking him blindly? My skin seemed okay, but....what the hell had Amir meant? Maybe Jay just had something incommunicable and then I’d be fine...but then again, hadn’t Bobby said that he’d been pretty badly burned by his last relationship? Don’t tell me that it was a fucking STD! Frantically rubbed at my skin, my cock, trying to erase any impressions from... Then I remembered. I had never touched his fluids, I had never tasted any of his cum, and we had never fucked without protection. Still.... Nibbled on my fingers. It wasn’t like I had taken much precaution. Where had all those health class lessons about sex gone? Never mind that I hadn’t really listened any of the three times that I’d gone through the whole fucking process... But fuck, I was so stupid...so very very stupid.Then I start to worry about Jay. Was this why he was pushing me away while at the same time attracting? Because he still wanted... Glance at the mirror, my mussed spikes. Bobby wasn’t wearing a condom... Did he have whatever it was too?! This was too much...slid to the tiled floor and leaned against the bathtub. Idiot idiot idiot! And it wasn’t like it was a drug induced thing either, this was... How was I gonna tell my mom? How...
His e-mail address had fallen out of the pocket of my jeans. I needed to know, and I needed to know now.
There was still no response twelve hours later and I was freaking my mom out. “Honey, maybe if you went and got me some groceries you’d feel better...” she suggested, handing me the keys to the car. Why she thought I’d be any good at driving in the midst of a nervous breakdown I didn’t know. She was just like that.I stared at her list, then at the shopping cart, then at everyone in the store. I hated going here, I worked here over the summer, bagging groceries and mucking out toilets and... I sighed and started to look for cake mix.
There were at least five thousand different kinds, red velvet, devil’s food, white, yellow, white and yellow, chocolate sprinkle. The frosting was even worse, because at least with cake there were limitations, frosting could be any nauseating flavor imaginable. I had no idea what my mom wanted.
Someone licked my ear. I jumped and tried to turn, but whoever it was had me by my arms. “Didn’t expect to see you here.” he whispered, licking down my neck. “Getting ready for an orgy?” He picked out a can of vanilla frosting and put it into my hands. “That one goes best with cock.”
I pushed him off of me and he looked at me as if it was totally unexpected. “Don’t fuck with me. Amir told me...”
“Amir told you what?” He looked slightly amused, as if I was a little performing monkey.
“That you’re sick.” He was examining his nail polish and looked up briefly.
“Oh, he did, did he?” I stared at him and tried to resist every urge to try out his little frosting recipe. Gods, he was sex incarnate in the skirt from earlier and a really rumbled tight T-shirt that had writing right across his nipples, emphasizing them...I swallowed hard. He smirked.
“Yeah...he sort of implied that you have an STD.” I muttered.
He leaned forward. “What did he say, exactly?” His tongue slipped along my lips...I moaned in spite of myself.
“He said that I must have caught you on a good day.” He laughed, nibbling at my neck, pushing me against the cardboard boxes.
“I didn’t realize he knew.”
“Knew what?!” Please don’t tell me that he has AIDS, I’ll...I’ll...well, it’s obvious that I’d die.
He guided my hand to his stomach, still leaning his head against my shoulder. I wondered if he was trying to show me a huge mass of infection lingering beneath the skin. Shuddered. “I’ve got an ulcer.” he whispered, then pulled back. “Nothing to worry about, but still...”
“Aren’t you a little young to have an ulcer?”
“Not if I’m a fucking senior in college.” he snarled, biting down hard on my pulse. “Anyway, that’s that...” He looked around for a moment, there really wasn’t anyone else around. Felt his fingers monkeying around with the button on my jeans.
“No! They’ve got security cameras!” I squeaked as he pulled them down around my knees and then sank to kneel in front of me. “Please Jay...not here...” I whimpered.
“Where then? Frozen foods? Sorry, but I don’t like my cock chilled.” he purred, taking down my boxers. My cock sprang out and bobbed in the air. Fucking air conditioning. But that didn’t matter as I felt him kissing along the length, I grabbed onto the shelves behind me, knocking over the mixes. Tongue trailed over my flesh, disturbing sensitive skin, forcing me to clamp my eyes shut and my legs to start to quiver. I could barely keep standing. Jay grabbed onto my hips and washed away the precum before he took me in his mouth.
Screamed a bit before I put the sleeve of my shirt in my mouth and bit down, hard. He sucked me languidly, taking long licks at my shaft then drawing back and teasing all along the head. My free hand slammed onto his head, pushing him straight down onto my cock. I heard him gag and then adjust, hardly slackening his pace. Wanted to fucking.....come.... Moaned around my hand as I spilled into his mouth. He cleaned me quickly and then looked over at the woman who was standing at the end of the aisle, mouth open and gasping for breath.
“It’s a free sample! You want some?!” he exclaimed, laughing to himself as she ran away. I just stood there with my mouth hanging open....Shit. She could tell, then find out that I worked here but was on educational leave and screw me over. Jay was sitting in my cart with his legs spread, bouncing his legs up and down invitingly. “Can we go to produce, please?” he asked innocently, giving me a brief flash of his underwear. I stared at him as I pulled up my pants and got everything re- situated.
“No,”I started to say something else but he was pulling out a wide variety of condoms from one of his pockets. Glow in the dark, different colored ones...I thought I saw a musical one, but he just threw a red one at me and grinned.
“I’m so glad that they moved it to the back of the store. So much more...private.”
“Do you have a thing for fucking in public places?”
He shrugged. “I don’t mind as long as I get fucked.”
“Look, I don’t even know if I can trust you. You might be lying about having an ulcer and really have AIDS.”
He shook his head. “Do you think I’d let Bobby get that from me? I think we can both agree that I’ve been very careful on your part. You haven’t had any contact with my...fluids. As for me, I could really care less if I catch something from you. But I wouldn’t want you to ruin your entire life because of some older guy.”
“You’re not that much older than me!” He sighed and leaned further back.
“Can we just go to produce? I don’t know how much longer I can hold on before making you fuck me in the middle of the lane.” I shuddered at the image...then thought of security up in their eye in the sky mode getting their fun at my expense. Damn, why was my cock so fucking evil? Hormones took over and I grabbed the handle of the cart and started pushing. He patted my hand. “Good boy.”
Mounds of oranges, bananas, potatoes...and nobody in sight. Why had my mom sent me out shopping so late? Jay didn’t act like he really would have cared if hundreds of people were here. He snagged a strawberry and licked it slowly, his tongue gently caressing every seed, staring at me intently the entire time. Then he popped it in his mouth and chewed thoughtfully. “You know, those haven’t been washed yet. You probably just swallowed of mouthful of pesticide.”
“Joy-kill.” he said, nodding towards the peaches. “Fuck me there.”
“I don’t want to do anything kinky with food.” He rolled his eyes.
“Did I say that you should smash peaches together and rub them over my body and then leave them there for some dumb fuck to clean up? No. I just said you should fuck me on the peaches. If people had any sense, they’d wash their fruit before they ate it. But if it makes you feel any better, I’m willing to do it in the meat department.” I stopped in front of the peaches and he grinned, pinching my cheek. “You’re so obedient.”
I grunted and turned away, trying to resist the urge to just strip down and have a mass orgy with all the food and Jay and... Heard the zip of him pulling his skirt off, then saw him in the middle of the peaches, his white skin turned orange by their reflection. He looked like an angel of fruit. Except he was wearing dark blue boxers and licking his lips as I came closer.
Stopped in front of him and let my eyes wander over his rounded yet still angular face, his full lips, his shoulders, his already erect nipples beneath his shirt. Then his half-hard cock that was threatening to burst through his boxers. I moaned to myself and leaned over to kiss him, knocking some peaches to the floor. He giggled and twined his hands behind my head, pulling me in deeper, massaging my tonsils with his tongue. I let my hands travel to his boxers, slipping fingers underneath the elastic and starting to pull them off gently. Peaches splatted on the floor, some were saved and went rolling off towards the broccoli. At this point, I really didn’t care. Soon his boxers joined them.
He watched through half closed eyes as I kicked my shoes off and then practically ripped off my boxers and jeans. Settled myself over him, ripped open the condom, put it on my cock. His eyes shot open as I slowly thrust in, deciding that if it had to be in a public place where I’d get in trouble, it might as well cause him some pain too. But he loved it. He practically screamed for more, locking his legs together behind my back and shoving himself down, bracing himself on the sides of the partitions for the peaches, sending yet more skittering to the ground. I pushed gently, he was so tight unprepared, but it was still good enough that I was able to get into a rhythm that rapidly spun out of control until we were both grunting each other’s names and.... White joined the peaches, covering fuzz and dribbling down towards nothing. He smiled weakly as I pulled out, sitting up and rubbing his back. All the peaches underneath him were smashed and his shirt had peach juice all over it, nevermind his ass. “Ah well, they can write it off I suppose.”
“I...I’ve really gotta go...” I stammered, “I...I really have to think about this.” He cocked his head and sighed, still zipping up his skirt.
“I understand. Just don’t listen to everything that Amir says, okay? Most of the time he’s really nice, but the other part he just wants to fuck me.” He gagged. “Not something that I ever want to imagine, but still.”
“I...I’ll e-mail you. No more out in public until then, okay?” I whispered. I really needed to think about this, about whether I could trust him or not. He was still keeping something from me....and I really needed to talk to someone who had more experience in these matters than me. Too bad I didn’t know anyone like that.