My Last Summer at Home

My Last Summer at Home

During high school I lived in a small town in the mid-west where nothing
ever happens. We had a drive-in movie that had just reopened, a bowling
alley, a pizza joint, a supermarket, and two gas stations. The summer
before med school I worked in that small supermarket. When I wasn't
working, I just read, watched TV or cruised the quiet streets with my best
friend Jill. My best friend Jill was always there for me, and we had some
fun times that summer before going off to the big world.

Jill and I operated the checkouts at the supermarket and we would always
tease our boss Rickey, just to make the days more interesting. Rickey was
a year younger than us, but he was the owners son, so he was the floor
manager. He was cute and easy to embarrass, so we cut him a break and
followed his rules most of the time. He was shorter than us and probably
120 lbs. soaking wet, so he wasn't hard to intimidate. We liked to think we
were so worldly, particularly in our short blue uniforms, that of course
Rickey had picked for the standard uniform.

On our breaks, we would take a cup of coffee to the loading bay, smoke a
cigarette and flirt with the truck drivers. We often managed to give
Rickey a sly look on our way out, but most of the time we purposely ignored
him, just to drive him crazy. We would giggle when he stared at us during
the work day, and make comments in a voice too low to hear, just to make
him blush.

He was really surprised when Jill and I sauntered up to him while on
break one Saturday afternoon, and asked him if he would like to join us at
the drive-in that night. We figured the k** would get a kick out of going
to the movies with us, and we enjoyed toying with him.

"I don't have a car yet" he stammered, blushing in embarrassment.

"He's probably too young to drive" laughed Jill, as she lit up a
Marlboro and snapped her Zippo closed.

"I've got a pick-up" I said, blowing a bubble with my gum until it
popped. "We'll go in that, see you at eight."

I wore cutoff jeans and a T-shirt with no bra. Jill wore her favorite
little white dress shirt tied at the waist, and her red, white and blue
plaid skirt. We picked Rickey up outside the store, and Jill slid out of
the pick-up to let him in. He gawked at her legs extending from the short
skirt, and she started teasing him right away.

"Stop staring, boy" she laughed, "and get in."

He was wedged in between us with our perfume sweeping over him, and I
thought he was going to pass out. His cheeks were flushed and he looked
like he was in heaven as we pushed against his body, while we bounced our
way down the dusty county road out to the drive-in.

To my surprise, Jill placed her hand on his thigh, and her long fingers
began to slowly trace a small circle on his jeans. By the time we parked
in the drive-in it was almost dark, but there was a noticeable bulge in his
jeans. His face was red hot with embarrassment and he knew we could see
that he had a boner by the light of the dashboard.

"Let's get comfortable" I said, putting my right arm behind him. Jill
did the same with her left arm and had a very devilish grin on her face.
Our bodies had pinned his arms to the seat back, and we rested our free
hands on his thighs. We continued to draw little circles with our middle
fingers as his hard little cock throbbed in his jeans.

"Look Jill" I said with a smirk. "Rickey's pants sure look tight."

Jill leaned over to look at his crotch and he blushed even more.
"You're right, girl. That looks uncomfortable to me. Is that
uncomfortable, Rickey?" Jill asked in a husky voice.

His face burned bright red when she moved her middle finger up to her
mouth and gently sucked it. Jill then reached down slowly and undid the
top of his jeans.

"You need to loosen these" she said, smothering a laugh. I had not
intended for things to go beyond teasing, but this was getting really
interesting now. He tried to move his arms but they were jammed tight
between us and the seat. Then Jill slowly lowered his zipper down over the
lump in his pants.

"Lift up, Rickey" Jill ordered.

"What.... what are you doing?" he stuttered.

"Lift up" she snapped. Jill then gripped his balls through his jeans
and he quickly lifted up so she could slide his jeans down.

In front of us, the movie screen flickered and the cars around us were
full of people watching the movie. Rickey could feel the cold night air
across his crotch and he looked down in embarrassment to see his hard
little cock waving in the breeze. His arms were trapped, and his jeans and
shorts were now down around his ankles.

"Hmm, what do you think?" Jill asked, looking at his cock and then
glancing at me.

"I think it's kind of average," she said. She lightly traced his cock
with her fingers, and then surrounded it with her palm making him jerk at
the sudden soft contact of her warm hand.

"Now, Rickey," she laughed. "Just relax. We're just going to play with
you for a while." Her hand started to move up and down his cock and he
trembled, as I stared on in disbelief. I had only seen one other penis,
and Rickey's was nice looking. Not big, but really hard, with a perfect
little helmet.

"And no cumming until we say so. If you cum, we are leaving and you are
not going with us" Jill said sternly.

"Is that nice?" Jill asked him, as I watched her move slowly up and down
his hot little cock.

When he didn't answer, Jill stopped and his cock twitched in her hand. I
thought he was going to cum right then, but he just squirmed a little on
the vinyl seat.

I looked at him with a sly grin and whispered "Answer her Rickey. Jill
asked you a question."

"Yes" he gasped. "It's nice."

"Guess you don't want to watch the movie then" Jill laughed and her hand
began to move slowly up and down his cock until he was balancing on the
edge. He was seconds from spurting all over her hand when she suddenly
stopped.

"I wouldn't mind watching the movie." Jill whispered as we both smirked
at his contorted face. His breathing was ragged and his now bright red
cock twitched as she firmly squeezed the base.

"Poor boy," laughed Jill. "Were you close?" We ignored him for a moment
while we commented on the movie. By then I had the urge to join the fun
and I turned, so my left hand could also encircle his cock.

"Now" I said, "You'll have to tell us who's the best at this" and I
lightly blew in his ear as my hand started to move up and down. He was
gasping on the edge, and his hips started to rise after just a few strokes.
I stopped and squeezed the base firmly like Jill did, to keep that little
guy under control.

"Please don't" he whimpered.

"Don't what?" Jill asked innocently as she pushed her lower lip out,
mocking his whimpering plea.

"Don't stop" he begged, his arms were still pinned behind him as his
entire body trembled. This was really getting fun now, making this poor
boy tremble and beg for relief.

"I guess when you jerk off, you do it really fast, huh?" Jill smiled.
"Do you?" she pressed when he didn't answer.

"Yes" he said, his face burning in shame.

"What do you think about when you jerk off?" I asked. "Or do you look
at nasty pictures and movies on the internet?"

"Do you think about us when you jerk off?" Jill asked slyly.

"Yes" he said, almost crying and breathing heavily. His cock was super
hard now, the head engorged and leaking.

We both laughed at that. "How sweet" Jill whispered as she kissed the
air by his other ear.

"Do you think about our legs?" Jill asked, sliding her skirt up. His
eyes were glued to her long tanned legs and then her pink little panties.
He nodded slightly and sucked in more air.

"A leg man" I said as my fingers were sliding over his cock. He
shuddered again, now trying to hold his breath. I gripped the shaft firmly
and started to slowly pull, spreading his leaking fluids around the tip
with my thumb. He was really close now, and he whimpered and squirmed
again. I moved down and squeezed firmly at the base again.

"Don't you fucking come until we tell you, Rickey" Jill warned.

"Have you had a hand job before, Rickey?" Jill whispered and he nodded.

"Who did it?" I whispered in his ear.

"Jo Beth, our night time stock girl" he muttered, gritting his teeth as
I released my firm grip at the base of his engorged little cock.

"That slut," I smirked, pulling my hand away as he continued to quiver
on the edge again.

"You know" Jill announced, "I feel like a coke."

"Me too" I said as I reached over and firmly flicked the head of
Rickey's hot little cock.

"Go get us one, Rickey" Jill said and we leaned forward so he could free
his arms. His face was crimson and sweating, and he barely managed to tuck
his throbbing cock back into his pants. It had to hurt by now.

His body was still trembling as he walked to the bar and somehow managed
to buy two large cokes. As he started to walk back, Jill and I appeared
and pulled him into the shadows next to the ladies toilets. We both
pressed up against him and stroked his still hard cock through his jeans.

"Time to thank you for the cokes" Jill whispered as our hands brought
him closer to relief, and we leaned in to kiss each other.

"No" he groaned, "Not in my pants!" Our hands moved faster and faster
over his little denim encased hard-on, as our tongues fluttered together.
He shuddered as I sucked Jill's tongue into my mouth and groaned as he
spurted into his pants. His hips jerked six times, and then he almost fell
to the ground.

Jill and I smiled, took the cokes and stepped away to admire our
handiwork. He was gasping for breath as we looked down to see a wet stain
spreading across his jeans. We had coaxed a big load out of that poor boy.

"Thanks for the cokes, Rickey" giggled Jill. "Too bad we have to leave
now, because you didn't wait until we said it was ok to cum."

"Poor Rickey, now your pants are all wet" I said as I pushed my lower
lip out. We looked at each other and both busted out laughing as we walked
arm in arm to the pick-up.

Jill turned and called over her shoulder "See you at work, Rickey." We
laughed again and he slunk into the men's toilets to clean himself up. It
was the beginning of a great summer, and the start of my realization of how
much I was into girls.