Who hasn’t had a fantasy over a hot bag boy? This guy gets way more than he ever expected!
Summing it up: ‘I ran my fingers over my face, scraping Rake’s cum onto my fingers
and into my mouth. He stood over me and buckled up.’
The girl at the check-out counter didn’t even look at me as I unloaded my groceries onto the conveyer. She fed the bananas and the frozen meats over the scanner, and they tumbled down to the receiving shelf at the other end. Only my bag of onions gave her pause – she had to look them up on the price-sheet. I moved down to the little touch-screen affixed to the counter, swiped my Visa, and scanned it as she finished running the last few bottles of wine.
The bag boy began to work. I’d noticed him from across the store; he was why I’d chosen this line. Hot as hell. He looked young – late teens. Certainly not yet twenty. A high-school or college student, doing shit-work for some extra money. His baby-face still had pimples, and his eyes were dark beneath his curled hair. The name on his tag just said, “Rake.” Rake? Was that what people were naming their kids these days? As Rake reached for the first groceries to bag, I admired his biceps. His smooth arms swelled the elastic bands of his green Food Mart polo. Most kids looked like sticks in their outfits, but he really filled his out. For all his bulk, his shoulders seemed not quite full-grown to their promised width.
“Paper or plastic, sir?” he said again, looking me right in the eyes. Continue reading this post..