The CVS Boy Saw Me Buying Magnum Condoms

Everyone is 18+ and fully consenting.

The first time I actually noticed him, he was playing some prank on another guy his age working with him. He was eighteen. He told me that later. I saw his boss at the CVS admonishing him and his buddy for "fucking around", and then they went back to work. He just looked like one of those skinny kids who definitely played sports but didn't exactly lift weights. Lean body, toned build but not a lot of mass, probably played football or wrestling. His hair was a mess in a sort of lazy way that girls still think is cute, like he rolled out of bed and didn’t bother fixing it. His skin was pretty tan from being outside. He had a smirky, mischievous look some guys have. He definitely was somewhat boisterous, but he had a certain draw. He was likable. Still, I never really paid any real attention to him. He was just some kid at the register. Not until that one day.

I walked in and saw him, he was leaning on the counter scrolling his phone. Red polo, skinny black work pants, and an employee badge that bounced lightly against his chest when he looked up at me.

He had that new-adult energy, a kind of fresh confidence mixed with nerves he didn’t know how to hide yet.

I set a box of Magnums on the counter because that was what I used. No agenda or anything like that. I had been out of college for a couple years, and I was past the point of caring when someone saw me buy condoms. Just me buying what I needed, since I didn't trust my girlfriend to be on top of taking her birth control every day.

He scanned the box, paused, looked at me, then smirked.

“Lucky girlfriend,” he said.

His eyes lingered on me for another second while I chuckled quietly through my nose, giving him a subtle wink. Something changed in him though, just the slightest hint of shyness. It took me a moment to realize he wasn't just getting embarrassed from making a comment about my cock, he was a little turned on. Just enough to make me notice. I tapped my card and walked out, pretending I didn’t care, but the image of his face turning red stayed in my head for hours, the way he looked at me. It was like he was having thoughts he was repressing, ashamed of. 

If he was gay, I didn't blame him for being secretive about it. We were in a liberal state, but our community was not known for being the most progressive. Some trans person had tried to use a bathroom the year before, and the entire town and local newspaper posted stories about it for months. 

I came back a few days later for something like a protein bar. He looked at me again, the exact same way. Not quick glances. Real looks that slid across my chest, then my crotch, then back up fast like he hoped I didn’t catch him.

I caught him every time.

It wasn't the first time a gay guy had ogled me, but it was the first time I was intrigued by it. In college, we had one frat brother who tried to make out with us every time he got drunk. It usually ended up with a few small pecks before people got tired of him and started distracting him with slap bets. 

After a couple weeks, I started timing my errands around when I thought he might be working. I liked the attention. I didn’t admit that to myself, but it was true. Each time I saw him, I felt an itch in my chest, like I wanted to know what he was thinking. Some days he was distracted, messing around with his friends, barely noticing me, and other days I felt like he was repressing the urge to jump my bones.

One night I saw him outside on a break, vaping. He was just scrolling his phone under the yellow light, looking bored. I decided to walk over. Curiosity had been chewing at me long enough.

“Hey,” I said.

He looked up, and his confidence glitched when he saw me. I subtly popped my hips forward, just enough to make him think about what was in my pants, in case it wasn't already on his mind. His eyes widened, then he smiled in a sort of embarrassed way, but he still had some cheekiness in him.

“Oh. Hey. It’s the guy with the big cock.”

He said it like a joke, but his voice cracked just enough that the joke didn’t land as casually as he wanted it to. He swallowed hard, like the comment had been stuck in his throat for days.

I felt my stomach drop in a good way, a warm way.

I paused for just a moment, before the next words slipped out of my mouth that I didn't even plan to say.

“You wanna see it?”

The moment I said it, he froze. His phone screen lit his face. The brightness showed every shift in his expression. His mouth opened and closed, like there were words he wanted to say but he was short-circuiting.

“Yeah,” he whispered, a nervous smile just barely forming on the corners of his lips.

His cheeks went red instantly. Down his neck too. Full blush. He looked like he’d been caught doing something he wasn’t supposed to do.

“Ok then,” I said.

I pushed open the door to the back hallway. He followed so close I could hear his breath behind me. The store bathroom was tiny, a single-stall setup with beige tile, but it was actually well kept. I hadn't been in there before, and gave it an approving nod when I walked in.

When he locked the door behind us, he stood there biting his lip, trying to act calm, but his hands were shaking slightly at his sides.

I gestured with my head for him to come closer.

He stepped forward slowly, like he was scared he’d break the moment. His adorably innocent eyes looked up at me, as I was about three inches taller than him. I unbuttoned my jeans, pulled them down a bit, and let myself fall out. His eyes snapped downward immediately.

“Holy shit,” he whispered.

It was admiration, and it was shock. I saw in his eyes that he had been imagining it for a while. His throat gulped big as he swallowed.

He kept his eyes on it as he spoke softly. "How big is it?"

I chuckled lightly. "I think nine."

"Fuck," he muttered under his breath. I could see his heart was racing. His breath was short. I was on a thrill ride of my own, doing something so wild, but his nervousness made me feel calmer, in control somehow. I was going to let him do whatever he wanted to do to my cock. 

He crouched without me asking. He didn’t drop to his knees all at once. He lowered himself inch by inch until he was level with my dick and balls, which were quickly approached hardness. His employee badge slid across his chest and knocked my dick lightly as he shifted.

When he finally settled on his knees, he looked up at me one more time. His face was bright red. His pupils were huge. He held the base of my dick and his fingers didn't wrap all the way around it, just like most girls I had been with, making me smirk. He rubbed it up and down with no sense of pacing, like he had never even seen a dick before.

"It's just like yours," I whispered, trying to help him know what to do with it.

"No, it's not," he said, his eyes widening again, "Not like this." 

Then he leaned in.

He kissed the tip first, soft and carefully, like he wanted to check if he was doing it right. Then he licked up the side, slow and shaky, which gave me a shiver. I was immediately rock hard. His tongue was warm and velvety, and all I wanted was more oral wetness from this boy, but I restrained my dominant instincts, letting him explore. It was obvious this was his first time.

“You’re good,” I said. “Just go slow. And watch the teeth.”

He nodded with the side of my dick still between his lips. His narrow face made my dick look even bigger. It had been a long time since a girl had been so naive and curious about my big cock. I thought back to college when every girl I got with had never been with a dick that big before. The memories made me start to produce pre-cum on the boy's face.

He wrapped his lips around the head and tried to take an inch. His jaw opened wide and his cheeks hollowed as he tried and failed to take in the girth.

"Watch your teeth, dude," I said with a smile. "That feels really good though."

I tried to make sure he knew I appreciated it, even if there was some light sharpness in his first attempt.

He pushed harder, covered his teeth with his lips, and roughly tongued the bottom of my dick in circles.  It started to feel very good, even if he didn’t have rhythm yet. He kept adjusting, pulling back to breathe, then coming in again like he didn’t want to lose momentum.

He pulled down his pants, touching himself slowly, and I looked down at his two round mounds of bubble butt.

"Fuck," I muttered, "It looks perfect, where were you when I was in high school unable to get laid by all the cock tease girls?"

He mumbled something around my cock and I held his head, letting him know I didn't need him to talk.

His hand landed on my thigh for balance. His palms were sweaty. I put a hand on his ear, just letting him know I was paying attention.

I stroked his hair once, to guide him. He reacted instantly, leaning into my touch like he had been waiting for the guidance.

“That feels fucking good,” I said.

He made a sound around me, a muffled “mmm” that vibrated up my balls and made my back tense slightly.

I started moving my hips a little, testing how much he could take. He didn’t fight it. His eyes closed halfway. His breathing through his nose got fast and uneven. When he reached a part he couldn’t manage, he gagged softly, then tried again as if he didn’t want to disappoint me.

The sight hit me harder than I expected. Eighteen, kneeling there with his cheeks flushed and his mouth dripping, trying to impress me even though he had no experience. Every time he tried to go deeper, his fingers clamped around my thighs and my ass like he needed something to anchor onto.

“Relax your throat,” I told him.

He tried. He failed. He tried again.

I slid a little deeper and he gagged, then steadied himself. His eyes watered slightly. He didn’t pull away. When I took my hand off his head, he reached for my wrist and put it back firmly. He wanted this. He wanted me to grab his hair and use his throat with my big, fat cock. He sucked harder after each little struggle, like he was competing with himself.

After another minute, the tension in me built fast. I was ready to bust inside this hot piece of male ass. He felt it too. I could hear my breathing pick up before I even realized it.

“I’m close,” I warned.

He looked up at me, mouth still full, lips spread wide on my girthy shaft, and tried to take even more while he started rubbing himself rapidly. The determination on his face made something inside me snap.

I finished in his mouth, a long, heavy, pulsing release. I could tell it was a big one. His eyes flew open in shock, then squinted hard as he struggled to swallow, but he coughed once around my cock and it dribbled out down his chin and my shaft. He pulled away for air but my body wasn’t done, and he held my pulsing cock as a stray shot landed across his face and in his hair, just as I felt a hot stream of his jizz shoot out and land on my exposed legs and ankles.

His red eyes were watering down his cheeks, and he blinked hard, still catching his breath. His lips were swollen and wet. I hadn't seen a mouth literally look so battered like that since the sorority girls in college. It means they tried really hard and had something to prove, or else they just got lost in the new experience. His whole face was flushed, and he looked like he had just sprinted a marathon as he coughed into his hand and tried to wipe his face while he refused to let go of my slimy cock with his other hand.

I pulled back to give him some space, and he finally let go of me.

He stood slowly, a bit dazed as he tucked himself away and pulled up his pants. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and dispensed a bunch of paper towels to finish the job, before washing his hands in the sink, all while I just leaned against the wall, letting him know I wasn't just going to bolt after cumming until he wanted me to. His voice came out cracked.

“I gotta go back to work.”

I nodded.

He shifted from foot to foot, nervous as he fixed himself up in the mirror. His hair was slightly messed up where I had grabbed him, but he adjusted it in his reflection.

He turned and looked at me again, eyes soft and almost grateful. I felt like he wanted to kiss me, but I didn't want to do it unless I knew he wanted to.

"You wanna text?" he said nervously.

"Yeah, sure," I said, unlocking my phone and handing it to him.

As he put his number in, I noticed a small streak of jizz he had missed near his temple. I wiped it with my thumb, and in the same motion I pushed a streak of his wavy hair back behind his ear. It was surreal doing that to a male face, especially after I had cum and no longer felt an ounce of gayness. But I appreciated the dude for what he had done, even if it was more for his curiosity than mine, or so I thought. 

He swallowed again, and I felt like he wasn't shy anymore, just a bit overwhelmed in a way. Same as me, honestly.

"Later Mr. Big Cock," he said, his bold, youthful nonchalance returning suddenly.

I chuckled. He unlocked the door, stepped into the hallway, and walked away with his shirt still rumpled and his hair still a bit messed up. I watched him go, my chest warm, suddenly noticing that my pulse was still high.