The CVS Boy Saw Me Buying Magnum Condoms 03

Everyone is 18+ and fully consenting.

I woke up the morning after the stairwell thinking I would feel guilty or confused or something dramatic, but instead my body felt loose in a way I hadn’t felt in a long time. I stretched in bed and every muscle in my back reminded me of how hard Olly had pushed against me the night before. It wasn’t even the physical part that stuck with me. It was the look on his face. The nerves, the excitement, the hunger in it.

When I saw the brother a couple days later, I learned his name was Jeff, because his friends were yelling it while they messed around near the front steps. He was leaning against the railing, shirt riding up a little as he stretched. His stomach tightened naturally, those lines at his hips showing when he lifted his arms. When he noticed me walking by, his posture changed. His jaw tightened, and he looked at me too long before trying to pretend he hadn’t. I gave him a small wink, nothing dramatic, just enough to acknowledge the stairwell without saying a word. His eyes widened for a second. Then he looked away fast, almost flinching like the wink was too much for him. I kept walking, but his reaction stayed with me. He seemed adorable, confused, but bold at the same time.

I saw him at the gym later that week. He pretended not to see me, but he kept glancing from the corner of his eye while he fumbled through the simplest workouts. He held dumbbells like he wasn’t sure how heavy they were supposed to feel. His elbows flared too far out during curls, and his stance was off during rows. It was kind of cute watching him try to look confident. I almost went over to help him, but I wanted him to come to me instead. So I did my own sets and let him sneak looks while pretending to rest. At one point he caught me watching him in the mirror. He jerked his gaze away instantly, cheeks getting a little pink, and that tiny slip made me hard in my shorts. I had to leave for the locker room.

He ended up following me in there, and soon we were alone at the benches in front of our lockers. No one else was there, just the echo of running water and the faint smell of male bodies and fancy soap. He changed slowly, like he wanted me to watch. I sat on the bench and opened my bag, pretending not to notice how often he kept glancing at me. Then he got bold.

He tugged his shorts and underwear down in one motion and let his dick fall out. It wasn’t subtle. He stood there, fully exposed, pretending to dig through his locker while watching me from the side. He openly wiggled his hips and made his dick flop back and forth. I chuckled. His tool was actually impressive. Bigger than I expected for how shy he acted. I laughed under my breath and quietly said, “Didn’t know you were packing like that.”

His face burned red. Not from embarrassment about showing it, but from me reacting to it. That was what got him. I pulled mine out too, slow, giving him the same view back. His mouth parted a little, and he swallowed like he didn’t know where to look first. We walked toward the showers without saying anything else, both already half-hard.

The hot water hit my shoulders and loosened everything. Jeff stepped into the shower next to mine. He wasn’t trying to hide anything now. His body was tight, nervous, but he kept glancing at me like he was waiting for a signal. The steam made his skin shine. I watched him get fully hard, inch by inch. He didn’t touch himself. He just got worked up from being near me.

I had some liftoff too, from all the attention and the whole experience. For a moment we just stood there in the water, the space between us charged. Neither of us touched, but both of us were fully hard. His eyes kept dropping to my hand, then to my chest, then back down. I could tell he wanted to step closer but didn’t know how to start.

I wrapped my fingers around myself first, slow and deliberate, letting him see it. His breath hitched. He tried to look away, but he couldn’t. His hand drifted toward his own dick like he wasn’t even deciding to do it. It just happened. He wrapped his fingers around it and stroked once, testing the moment, watching my face the whole time.

I didn’t speak. Neither did he. The sound of the water hitting the tile was the only noise while we both stood there, facing each other, jerking off at the same pace without planning it. Every time my hand moved, his hand copied it. Every time he breathed out, I felt it in my chest. The steam thickened around us, the heat mixing with how wound‑up we both were.

He stepped half a foot closer, still not touching me, but close enough that the angle of his strokes changed because he wanted me to see everything. His shoulders tensed. His thighs tightened. His lips parted like he wanted to say something but couldn’t get the air for it.

He came first. Hard. His hips jerked forward and ropes shot across his stomach and the shower floor. The second he finished, I followed, my own orgasm hitting me so fast I had to brace a hand on the wall behind me. I came facing him, breathing heavy, watching him shake through his last few strokes.

When it passed, he froze again, like the spell broke. I turned off my water, grabbed my towel, and walked past him. As I passed, I gave him a slow wink.

He didn’t say a word. His whole body tensed, like he was fighting the urge to reach out and stop me.

I left him there in the shower, dripping, breathing hard, watching me go.

—[]—

A few days passed without incident, and I started to forget about the boys in the neighborhood, until two of them hit me up on the same day.

My phone buzzed with an instagram message, and for a second I assumed it was Olly reaching out, since I never really DM anyone on there. But it wasn’t. The notification preview showed a different name entirely. Jeff, his brother, had found me and sent me a message.

Seeing his name hit me in the groin in a way I didn’t expect. It pulled up the memory of him in the shower, touching himself intimately while he gazed at my muscles and my big cock. And when he was on the stairwell landing, shirt clinging to his torso, eyes locked on me and Olly. Hungry and curious. Now he was reaching out directly, and the timing made my pulse jump. I opened the message without thinking.

He said the other day in the gym was fun, and that he saw what I did with Olly in the stairwell, and he thought it was hot. He wrote it straight out, no hesitation. Then he added, “I want some too,” which hit me harder than I expected. My pulse jumped. I sat up in bed and read the message twice, shocked at how easy it suddenly was to get with these horny twink boys. They weren’t subtle. They weren’t shy. They just wanted things and asked for them.

I pictured his body right away. In the past I had seen him shirtless around the building before, usually carrying something heavy, muscles flexing. Now I had seen him in the shower, his whole body in the throes of an orgasm. His torso was toned in a naturally athletic way that guys get from sports. Tight stomach, defined chest, a faint line down the middle when he twisted. And his back. I remembered that clearly from the stairwell landing when he leaned over the railing to look down at us. I wondered then if he was as hairless back there as Olly was. Now that thought hit me again, stronger.

I kept replaying how he looked at me. The way his eyes had stayed locked on my cock. The way his breathing sped up. He had wanted to come over to my stall and ge ton his knees. He just didn’t know if he was allowed.

Now he was asking.

I typed, “If you want to come by tonight, you can.” I didn’t play games with him. If he was going to be bold, so would I.

—[]—

That evening, I was expecting Jeff soon, and I was barely dry from the shower when my phone buzzed again. It was the CVS boy.

He sent a mirror selfie from the locked pharmacy bathroom. Shirt off, joggers halfway down, already hard. Turned to the side and flexing his ass. He had a meaty little ass on him. I remembered looking at it from above while he blew me. All I wanted to do in the moment was bury my face in those taut little globes and go to town. The next pic answered my prayers. It was an ass pic in the mirror, while he grabbed his butt cheek with one hand, spreading himself and showing his pink, hairless hole. I was so hard I felt my heartbeat in the front of my pants.

“Thinking about last time,” he wrote. “Want more.”

"Hot" I replied. "Let's do more then."

"I liked doing it in public."

“Me too,” I said. “Come to my place tonight and I’ll have someone here who can watch us do it.”

“Are they gonna join in?”

“Maybe.”

A minute of pause.

I texted him, “Come over after your shift.”

He responded before I even set my phone down. “Want you to take me.” Then he sent a peach emoji.

I smirked and typed back, “No clothes as soon as you get here.”

He sent a selfie pulling his waistband below his abs. “Done.”

—[]—

They arrived at different times, which made the tension hit even harder. The CVS boy showed up first, and as soon as I opened the door he stepped in and stripped down to nothing like I told him. He stepped into my living room confidently, chest rising fast, eyes glued to me. He stood there and waited for me to come over and start groping him. He undressed me while we made out and touched each other's dicks, warming each other up. It was so hot.

Then Jeff knocked ten minutes later. I opened the door to find him shirt off, breathing hard like he sprinted to my door. As soon as he walked in, they froze.

They recognized each other from school. They exchanged a quick “hey,” but both of them looked annoyed the other one was there. The jealousy was obvious. CVS boy kept shifting his weight closer to me. Jeff’s jaw tightened every time our eyes met. It felt like they were waiting for me to choose.

I started by putting a hand on each of their hips. "You guys are really hot."

We started to grope each other. At first they both focused completely on me, pretending the other one didn’t exist. CVS boy ran his hands up my chest while Jeff pressed in close behind me, his breath hot on my neck. I kissed one, then the other, switching between their mouths while their bodies and hard dicks pressed against mine. The heat built fast and I was turned on like crazy. Soon all three of us were rubbing together, our dicks sliding against each other as we moved. At one point, I had them both in front of me, and I was groping both their asses, making out with them back and forth, while they each had a hand on my dick, jerking me together. I pressed them into each other.

The moment their dicks brushed each other, something flipped. CVS boy grabbed Jeff’s ass, Jeff grabbed him back, and suddenly they were into each other too. Their hands wrapped around each other, stroking, exploring, getting bolder by the second. I leaned back on my elbows to watch them go from rivals to hungry, nervous boys losing control on each other in front of me.

I got bold and pushed CVS boy forward onto his elbows, spreading him with both hands so I could see all of him. His ass was warm and soft under my thumbs, a taut bounce I could feel even when I only squeezed lightly. He let out a shaky breath when I lowered myself behind him, my nose brushing his skin before my mouth even touched him. Then I dragged my tongue slowly between his cheeks, tasting the heat of him while he jolted forward and grabbed the couch cushion like he was trying not to moan too loud. Jeff stuck his dick in CVS boy's mouth while I kept going, licking deeper, pushing my face in while his whole body trembled. He pushed back against my mouth, horny and loving the sensations, his legs shaking while I worked him over inch by inch.

I stood up and grabbed CVS boy by the hips, lifting him into position and pulling him up into doggy style. His knees slid apart on the couch, and I pushed between his shoulder blades so his ass lifted high and open for me. His back arched the second my hand pressed down, his breath catching in his throat.

"Good boy," I grunted, making him moan a bit. I saw Jeff get extra turned on as well.

Jeff slid underneath him without hesitation, lying on his back so CVS boy hovered over his chest. Their faces were close enough for their noses to touch. Jeff reached up and grabbed CVS boy by the jaw, pulling him down into a messy, hungry kiss. Their mouths crashed together, tongues pushing past each other, both of them moaning into it.

While they made out, their hands wandered back lower. Jeff wrapped one hand around CVS boy’s dick, stroking him slowly from below while CVS boy reached down and gripped Jeff in return, their fists moving in uneven, desperate pumps. Their hips jerked against each other from the pleasure, both leaking in each other’s hands.

I stepped in behind CVS boy and spread him with both thumbs, watching him twitch when the cool air hit his hole. I lowered myself, squatting down and letting the head of my dick press against him while he moaned into Jeff’s mouth. I teased him first, rubbing slow circles around his opening, feeling him clench and relax with anticipation. His whole body trembled, his thighs shaking above Jeff’s stomach.

Jeff looked up at me past CVS boy’s shoulder, his mouth still open from kissing, eyes glazed and begging for the next move.

I pushed forward, slow at first, probing him inch by inch while both boys groaned into each other’s mouths. Their hands tightened on each other’s dicks as I worked deeper, all three of us moving together in a synced rhythm, fast, messy, and intense.

They kissed messily, all tongue and horniness, losing any hesitation they had when they first walked in. Every time I pushed deeper into the CVS boy, his whole body rocked forward into Jeff, and Jeff steadied him with one arm around his back while working him with the other. Their moans tangled together, their bodies moving in sync, both of them getting off on feeling me use the CVS boy while they clung to each other and got each other off.

I pulled out and slid over to Jeff, grabbing his hips as he shifted onto his hands and knees, already breathing hard, waiting for me to put it in him. I pushed against him first, just enough for both of us to feel the pressure. His back arched immediately. He let out a soft, tense sound, somewhere between a gasp and a moan.

“I warmed up earlier,” he said without looking back, voice shaky. “Used a cucumber.”

That hit me hard. The image of him alone in his bathroom, bent over, working himself open because he wanted this that badly, sent a pulse straight through me. I grabbed the base of myself and pushed in slowly. He tightened, then relaxed, his body adjusting around me inch by inch. He wasn’t lying. He had definitely prepared. There was still hesitation in him, but also this hungry pull that told me he had been imagining this for days.

When I bottomed out, his fingers curled into fists on the couch cushion. His breath stuttered. “Fuck… okay… wait,” he said, needing a second. I held still, hands firm on his hips as I felt him open around me, his body learning my rhythm before I even set one.

When he finally nodded, I started moving. Slow at first, letting him feel each stroke, each push deeper. His whole body rocked with it. He kept gasping these tiny sounds that slipped out every time I hit a spot that did something to him. I could feel the way he pushed back against me, not just taking it but asking for more without saying it.

He lasted longer than I expected for his first real time. But eventually he needed a break, shoulders dropping, breathing heavy and uneven.

“It’s good,” he said, panting. “Just… need a sec.”

I pulled out gently and leaned down to kiss the back of his neck before shifting back over to the CVS boy, who was already spreading himself with both hands, waiting for me with that desperate, needy look again.

I grabbed his hips and slid into him in one smooth, practiced motion, picking up exactly where we left off.

While I fucked the CVS boy, I leaned over him and told him how my girlfriend liked hearing about what we did. His whole body tensed under me. “What?” he said, voice cracking, “You told your girlfriend?” He sounded scared, but not scared enough to stop. His voice shook, but his ass pushed back against me at the same time.

“Yeah,” I replied between breaths, gripping his hips and sliding into him in slow, deep strokes. “She wanted every detail. She got off while I told her.”

He turned his head like he needed to see if I was serious, eyes wide and lips parted. The look on his face was this wild mix of panic and excitement. Hearing that someone else knew about him, someone older, someone completely outside the moment, only made him harder. His dick was leaking all over his stomach, dripping with every thrust I gave him.

Jeff knelt beside him, stroking him with steady, almost intimate pulls, his hand wrapped around CVS boy’s shaft while he watched me use him. The CVS boy kept trying to breathe normally but failing, gasping in short bursts while both of us worked him over. Jeff leaned closer and whispered something in his ear, and the CVS boy’s whole body jolted, his thighs trembling. Whatever Jeff said, it made him press himself harder against me, like he wanted me deeper.

The room felt hot, the three of us moving in sync, bodies hitting, breaths mixing. The CVS boy moaned into the pillow, trying to hide it, but he couldn’t control the sounds coming out of him. Jeff’s hand pumped faster, matching my rhythm. Every time I thrust forward, Jeff’s hand slid down the CVS boy’s shaft, squeezing tightly, stroking, making him leak more.

He looked freaked out, overwhelmed, a new thrill running through him, but he didn’t quit. His legs shook, his back arched, and his dick twitched in Jeff’s hand while I kept giving him everything he needed.

I came inside CVS boy, hard and deep. My whole body locked up for a second. My hips pressed tight against him as I spilled inside him, breathing sharp against his shoulder. He let out this shaky little sound, half‑moan, half‑whimper, his whole body pushing back into me like he wanted every drop. I felt him clench around me while I pulsed inside him, his thighs trembling, his fingers digging into the couch cushion. By the time I finally eased out of him, he was shaking, sweating, and leaking down his stomach, barely holding himself up from how hard his poor hole had gotten pummelled.

I didn’t want Jeff to feel left out after I nutted in the other guy, so I pulled him closer and got my hands on him, wrapping my fingers around his shaft while he was still catching his breath. He startled a little at first, then his whole body leaned into it, hips jerking into my hand. I lowered myself behind him, spreading him gently with both hands, dragging my tongue up between his cheeks while he gasped and grabbed for balance.

CVS boy slid in front of him and pushed his own hips forward, offering himself to Jeff’s mouth. Jeff hesitated for half a second, eyes flicking up toward me like he wanted approval, and when I just nodded, he opened his mouth and took CVS boy in. His breathing went uneven fast. I could feel every tremble in his legs as I worked him from behind, stroking him while my tongue pushed deeper between his cheeks.

The three of us fell into another rhythm. Jeff moaned around CVS boy, throat flexing with every slide forward. CVS boy held Jeff’s hair gently, guiding him but not forcing him, eyes rolling back while he thrust shallow and shaky. Jeff’s whole body was caught between us, taking my big cock in the ass and taking CVS boy's solid piece of meat into his mouth, overwhelmed but clearly loving it.

Jeff came first, hard, pulsing in my fist and spilling across the couch cushion while I kept licking him through it. I noted how much I loved feeling his hole pulse on my tongue. CVS boy followed seconds later, holding Jeff’s face steady as he thrust into him and finished with a sharp gasp. Jeff practically collapsed after, breathing heavy, face flushed bright as he wiped himself up quickly and grabbed his clothes.

Before CVS boy and I even laid back, Jeff was dressed. He gave me one last nod, shy and grateful before heading out the door.

CVS boy stayed behind. He leaned back against the wall, still catching his breath, and looked at me with a sort of needy expression.

"You wanna shower?" I asked.

"Yeah," he said with a smile.

We stepped into the shower together, water rolling down our chests as we pressed against each other. In a minute I was horny again, and I pinned him lightly against the tile and slid back into him, this time using conditioner as lube, just like when I used to jerk off in the shower when I lived at home. It was a slow and deep fuck, and in a few minutes I was cumming in him again while he clung to my shoulders and breathed into my neck.

I could tell he liked being my special boy one on one again, no competition, no sharing, just him getting all of me while the water ran hot around us.

We talked about our lives a bit, and he headed out shortly after we dried off. 

When I was alone again, I looked at my phone and saw a text from Olly: “Did you fuck my brother??”