MR. BILL'S GROCERY

Part 3 - Share Bears

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It had been raining off and on all day when I got off the bus at Mr. Bill's.� The McDonald kids all ran for home, but I decided that today would be a good day to hang out at Mr. Bill's where it would be dry.� Inside was another man, a rather large brawny man with a short beard and a bald head.� I'd seen him a time or two before on a Saturday and thought that he was just another customer.� While the man and Mr. Bill talked, I milled about biding my time.

Presently Mr. Bill calls out, "Jimmy!� Do you want an ice cream?" Of course I wanted an ice cream.

"Then pick one out and take it into the back.� I'll be there in a minute."

Now this was very unusual. Mr. Bill always went to great pains not to let a customer see him bribe me with a treat, and he went to great pains not to let customers see me disappearing into the back storeroom. But he was an adult, and I knew that adults weren't always consistent about things, so I picked out an ice cream bar and took into the back.� I didn't need to be told what to do once I was back there and quickly shed all of my clothes.� Presently, Mr. Bill came into the storeroom.� To my surprise, the other man was with him.

So there I stood, naked and with a half eaten Eskimo Pie.� The man uttered, "Son of bitch, Bill, you weren't lying."

Mr. Bill then tells me, "Play with your dick, Jimmy."

With my free hand I began jiggering myself to an erection while taking another bite out of my shrinking ice cream bar and watching the stranger watch me.� The man smiled at me while he rubbed himself. In return I smiled back.

The door bell jingled and Mr. Bill excused himself, telling us that he'd be right back and for us to get know each other. As soon as Mr. Bill closed the storeroom door behind him, the man bent forward and picked me up, holding me at eye level with me perched upon his muscular forearm like I was a toddler. Up close, he had an infectious smile and the fact that he was a friend of Mr. Bill, I wasn't afraid of him. He leaned in and kissed my bare chest.� His beard tickled me and I giggled.� What happened next really surprised me.� He kissed me full on the lips, driving his tongue into my mouth.� Mr. Bill never did that and neither had my father, nor my mother.� It was a totally new experience.�

"Oh, you sweet, sweet boy," he said before licking my tonsils for the second time.� "What a precious prize you are."� I held him tight about the neck while he tongue-fucked my mouth.� Then holding me naked in is arms, he showered kisses all over my body, sending me into fits of giggles.� And I mean all over, except that he didn't just kiss my pecker, he licked and sucked it.� I stopped giggling when he took me fully into his mouth, and instead just savored the wonderful feelings he was giving me.� Holding me in his massive arms, he was still rooting around in my crotch, slobbering all over my dick and balls when Mr. Bill returned to the storeroom.

Gently the man set me down.� He lowered his zipper and undid his work jeans. Out sprang a really big cock, not as big as Mr. McDonald, but bigger than Mr. Bill's.� Like Mr. Bill, he was uncut and like a turtle's head, the fat purplish head slowly emerged from his foreskin.� Still holding the dripping remains of my Eskimo Pie, I leaned forward,� grasped his dick, caught a good whiff of his pungent manly funk and stuffed it in my mouth.

"Son of a bitch!" the man declared as I began polishing his silky smooth expansive knob while he gently, yet firmly held my head to his dick.� The knob was all I could manage, but that was okay, as he was seeping prodigious quantities of salty pre-cum, a fine compliment to the sweetness of the ice cream.

I was sucking and laving over his seeping knob when to my dismay, the remains of my melting Eskimo Pie succumbed to gravity, falling off the stick and onto his work boots.� There was nothing for me to do about that, so I continued enjoying the feel of his fat slippery cockhead between my lips and feel of his big heavy balls in my hand.�

The doorbell jingled again and Mr. Bill disappeared back into the store while I continued to blow a perfectly strange man... I didn't even know his name, just that he must have been a friend of Mr. Bill's. Then again, maybe he wasn't a friend of Mr. Bill's.� I just didn't know. All I knew was that I liked him.� He was friendly, he enjoyed seeing me nude, he sucked my dick and now I was sucking his dick, or at least sucking the big fat head of his dick. Only a minute or so passed before I heard the door bell jingle and Mr. Bill reappeared in the storeroom.

"Oh, fuck.� I'm gonna blow," the man gasped.� Sure enough, no sooner had he said it when he grunted and a powerful jet of spermy goo shot across my tongue and into my mouth. I swallowed and another pulse of semen shot from his dick.� I swallowed and another strong jet surged into my mouth.� Usually Mr. Bill got off two good shots and another two weaker shots before his cock was just pulsating and oozing cum.� Not this guy.� He shot off again and again and I lost count, but I wouldn't be exaggerating to say he had six strong ejaculations of cum before they appreciably diminished, and then they still came, not as much or as forcefully, but they came and they came.� All I could do was swallow, swallow and swallow.� Still a lot of it dripped out from between my lips, down my chin and onto my chest and/or the bare wooden floor.

When he stopped ejaculating, he just continued to hold my head in place until his dick softened between my lips, providing me with the opportunity to take more than just the head in my mouth.� When I did, he jerked sharply, pulling his dick from me and exclaiming, "That's enough, sweet boy! That's enough."

Laughing, he let go of my head, bent down, picked me up and kissed me full on the lips again.� "Oh, you are a true delight," he said before driving his tongue into me again.� Then he set me back down.

Turning to Mr. Bill he said, "Billy, you're one lucky bastard to have a jewel like this.� Damn!"

The doorbell jingled again.� The man pulled up his pants and said, "I'll get it, Billy.� The boy is here to see you.� Take your time.� I have you covered, my friend."� Ah ha!� So he was� Mr. Bill's friend.� I know it should have been obvious, but to a seven year old, the obvious is not always so obvious.� As he zipped up and buckled up, Mr. Bill was unzipping and unbuckling.�� Soon I was happily sucking on Mr. Bill's now familiar organ.

Before he came off, Mr. Bill pulled away and completely disrobed.� This was unusual for him to do during business hours, but I wasn't questioning it... I just wanted to suck his dick and I preferred to do that while he was as naked as I was.�

The doorbell jingled and soon Mr. Bill's friend was back in the storeroom to watch.� But having his dick sucked wasn't what Mr. Bill really wanted. He draped me over a box and forced his cock up my butt.�

The man exclaimed, "Oh, yeah!� Fuck his ass, Bill!� Fuck him good!"

It was really kind of a difficult ass fucking, for both me and Mr. Bill, as he only had his spit and little fresh pre-cum he'd squeezed out to lubricate his cock, but especially for me.� It hurt as there wasn't enough lubrication.� Despite my discomfort, Mr. Bill didn't seem to mind and managed to fuck me, holding a hand over my mouth to muffle the sound my protests.� Five minutes into the rough ass fucking, I was somewhat dazed and had given up on trying to resist.

He grunted, "I'm a cumming, Jimmy boy.� I'm a cumming up your ass, boy!" and I felt his cock pulse, and once it did, he was sliding in and out with greater ease.� However, just I was beginning to enjoy the feel of him pumping into my ass, his dick began to wilt.

Mr. Bill withdrew his cock from my ass with a loud audible sound, much like the sound made when pulling your foot from deep mud.� I started to get up, but he told me, "Stay put.� We're not finished here yet."

That could mean only one thing. My poor asshole already hurt and the prospect of being sodomized by the big cock of Mr. Bill's friend was a frightening prospect.� No way could that thing fit inside me without it hurting me!�

In the background I could hear the water running in the sink under the stairwell.� I glanced back to see Mr. Bill's naked backside as he washed his dick clean before my view was blocked by the intimidating bulk of the big man. Any moment I expected to hear his zipper go down.� Then I felt it. Not his dick, but his hand, his big work-roughened hand as it slid over the globes of my bare buttocks and deep into my spermy crack.� Any moment now... any moment.� Minutes passed and all he did was feel my ass up and kiss each cheek several times.� Then he peeled me open, much like the way Mr. Bill did on those Sundays up in his room.� I closed my eyes tight and expected the worse.� Instead I felt his hot breath and then his warm wet tongue.� I was shocked when I realized what he was doing, he was kissing my leaking asshole like he had kissed me on the lips.� What a dirty, filthy man!�� No matter how dirty and filthy he was, what he was doing to my still throbbing butthole just felt great! I didn't want it to stop... ever; but that could never be.

After a good long time licking and tonguing my open rectum, he did eventually stop.� I listened for the sound of his zipper going down, indeed I was now wanting to hear that subtle sound and feel that big old cock head nestle between my butt cheeks and press into me. I waited in vain.�

I looked around and realized that I was alone in the storeroom. Where had they gone?� Obviously they had both gone into the store, but when did they go?� Would they be back?� I waited and waited, holding my ass checks apart so that I could be cornholed again, but I was alone.

Presently it became obvious to even me that I should get up and get dressed.� I did and after cracking the storeroom door open just enough to see that the coast was clear, I ventured back into the store.� Mr. Bill and the man were standing about the checkout counter and talking.� The man saw me and flashing me a huge smile, he waved me over.

"It's not fair that your ice cream ended up on my boot," he said with a chuckle.� "Go get yourself another one.� My treat."� I had forgotten all about the ice cream falling off the stick while I was blowing him, but he hadn't.� I went over to the freezer and selected another frozen treat.�

I watched as the man paid Mr. Bill for the Nutty Buddy.� As I began unwrapping it, Mr. Bill with a jerk of his head directed me back to the storeroom to eat it.� Once there, I knew I should undress so I wouldn't get any evidence on my clothes, and so I did.� Nude, I took my first yummy bite.� From behind the stacked boxes I heard the storeroom door open and then completely shut.�

The looming figure of the big man appeared before me.� He smiled at me and asked, "Does that taste good?"� I nodded that it did.� "Does it taste as good as my cock?"� Again I nodded and then shook my head, the mixed signals causing the man to laugh.

He sat down on a box in front of me.� Reaching out he pulled me a little closer to him, close enough that he snapped a bite out of my ice cream, a unexpected event that caused me to laugh.� He chewed and made exaggerated expressions of savoring it.� I offered him another bite, but he politely declined stating, "No, I want a little more of this," as he lowered his head and sucked my little dick into his cold mouth.� So, I stood there, eating my Nutty Buddy, while this big man blew me once again.� I really liked this man a lot, even if still I didn't know his name.

He sucked my dick, sucked and licked my balls and felt up my bare ass the entire time I ate my Nutty Buddy.� He must have been watching my progress with the ice cream, for as soon as I finished it, he stopped sucking me and stood up.� He stripped off his work shirt revealing a heavily muscled hairy chest.� Next went his work boots and socks, then down went his jeans and down went his boxer shorts.� Naked, he was a very impressive sight.� He took his semi-erect cock in hard and wagged it at me.�

The message was unmistakably clear to me.� A moment later, I latched my mouth over as much of that big cock as I could, while massaging his great balls. As his cock hardened, it filled my mouth to overflowing and I had to let some of it out, but I kept the most important part, the smooth knob that had by now, emerged from his foreskin.� Occasionally I'd glance up as I sucked and slobbered all over that seeping knob while he stood looking down smiling at me laboring away.� The entire time I blew him, he muttered things like, "You're such a good sweet boy.� Sweet, sweet dear boy." Never once did he say anything harsh, like "Suck it, you faggot," just praises of what a good sweet boy I was.� If he said the word "sweet" once, he said it several dozen times over the next ten minutes.

When he finally blew his load, like before, he forcefully shot and shot and shot. I lost count as I was too busy swallowing all the cum that was being fed to me.�

Once I had completed my task to his satisfaction, I expected him to play with my bare ass again like he did before, or maybe even fuck me, but Mr. Bill came in and announced, "Jimmy, your mother is in the store! Get dressed and be quick about it. Then go out the back door and run home.� I'll delay her here as long as I can.� Now, get the lead out, boy!"

I dressed and skedaddled. It had stopped raining, but the field behind the store was still wet, and my shoes were a mess by the time I got home.� Mom was used to me messing up my shoes, so that wasn't an issue when she did come in some several minutes after me. My dad was already home when I got there, but he paid no attention to me as usual.

I was feeling rather smug when I sat down to eat with my parents, knowing that I had gotten away with it once again. Problem was with the 1 and 3/4 ice creams and two huge loads of high protein semen in my tummy, I had no appetite at all, a fact that upset my mother.� I claimed that I didn't feel very well, and that I hadn't felt all that great all day long. That caused her alarm and she was all over me taking my temperature with her hand and asking me all sorts of questions.� I reassured her that I didn't have a sore throat or anything and that I'd be fine tomorrow morning.�

I have no idea what she thought I might have come down with, but there were some rather awful bugs in those days, things like polio, or TB, or something equally bad.� She sent me promptly to bed, even though I pleaded with her to let me watch the latest installment of Davy Crockett - King of the Wild Frontier on our new black and white TV, so maybe I didn't totally get away with it that day after all.

The week following my sexual introduction to the stranger, I was in Mr. Bill's store.� It was a Friday and I was looking forward to a weekend of non-stop play.� I got my ice cream and slipped into the back storeroom and out of my clothes.� The front door bell jingled and jingled as a steady stream of customers came and went.� I finished my ice cream long before Mr. Bill was able to make an appearance.� When he did he told me to come back tomorrow after lunch. Tomorrow was Saturday and Mr. Bill never wanted me around on a Saturday, as he was busy all day.� It was an odd request, but I shrugged it off, dressed and sneaked out the back door.

Saturday, after Mom fed me lunch, I headed off to Mr. Bill's.� When it� was warm, on Saturdays I hardly wore any clothes at all to play in and this Saturday was no exception.� Barefoot and shirtless I entered the store.� There were a few customers, so I milled about waiting for Mr. Bill. There was an older white haired man with a beard who was also just milling about.� I was wishing he'd just buy something and go away, but he kept hanging around.� For a moment the store cleared of everyone but me, Mr. Bill and the old guy who was at the counter.� Mr. Bill rang up the sale, but the old guy didn't have anything in his hand. I was waved over to the counter.

"Jimmy, this is Pops.� Go get yourself an ice cream, then be a good boy and show Pops the back storeroom." Just then the doorbell jingled and a lady walked into the store.� Mr. Bill sternly looked at me and nodded his head towards the back. I wasn't so sure if I wanted to do this, but Mr. Bill was the adult in charge and I always did what I was told.

I retrieved my Eskimo Pie and when the lady went up to the counter with her loaf of bread, I headed to the back followed closely by Pops. Pops sat on a box of canned goods and just looked at me.� I knew why I was there and down went my shorts and underwear.� A huge smile spread across Pops face. Naked, I unwrapped my treat and took a bite.� He reached out and ran his fingertips across my little dick.� At his light touch, I popped a boner.

The entire time I was eating my ice cream he played with my dick and my balls while I wondered what would be next.� With just the stick left, he made his move.� He rose, unzipped, fished out his hard cock and began to masturbate. While he stroked, he maneuvered me to sort of sit and half lie back on the box, resting against the stack of boxes that screened us from the door into the store.� Soon he was erupting, shooting his goo all over my face, my chest and my legs.� It wasn't until he was just oozing out the last pulses that he stepped closer and stuck his dick to my lips for me suck.� Even as I sucked on him, he was going soft.� I only sucked for a minute or so when he pulled away, zipped up and hurried out the back door, leaving me naked and streaked with his cum.� I cleaned up, slipped my shorts back on and I too slipped out the back door and headed for the playground.�

With the days growing shorter and weather getting too rough for going fishing, Dad put away his fishing gear for the season.� With more than a passing interest, I listened to my mother pitch the idea to my dad that he should sign up with a Sunday Bowling Team.� I still believed in Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny, but even as young and naive as I was at the time, I found my mother's sales pitch to be laughable.� She could give a hoot whether he was able to relax on the weekend before starting the weekly grind back at the plant.� I knew what she wanted, she wanted that big dick of Mr. McDonald's.� It was remarkable how she managed to guide Dad into signing up with a team that played at the exact same time as Mrs. McDonald took the kids to church.� I didn't exactly think of it this way, but more dick-time for Mom meant more dick-time for me. So after a month long hiatus from fishing on Sundays with his buddy, he and his buddy organized a bowling team to play in the Sunday Morning League.

Mr. Bill had been bugging me for weeks to come over on a Sunday for a proper cornholing and finally I could tell him that the coast would be clear for this coming Sunday. He was very happy to hear that news, as blowing him in the storeroom with pesky customers constantly interrupting things was less than ideal for either him or for me.

So, when Dad headed out in his new satin bowling jacket, I told Mom that I was heading out too.� She hugged me, telling me to be careful and not to hurt myself. She also hinted that I should take my time. As I went out the door, I saw Mr. McDonald heading across our adjoining backyards towards our house.� I waved and he waved back.� I don't think Mr. McDonald gave a shit if I knew what he and Mom were up to, so long as I kept that knowledge to myself.

I stopped next door and waited for him to go into my house. Then I waited a few more minutes before sneaking back and peaking through my parent's bedroom window.� Sure enough, they were both getting naked.� Once naked, Mom lay back on the bed and spread out like the cheap whore she was, while Mr. McD jacked his dick to a prodigious erection. The windows were single pane and not of good quality, so I could hear him calling my mom, "a worthless fucking whore who was good for only one thing." That's when he spied me spying on them. Busted!� He yelled at me and Mom shot upright on the bed with her big naked tits bouncing.� Me, I ran off and ran all the way Mr. Bill's Grocery.

Approaching the back door of the store, I noticed a car parked next to Mr. Bill's pickup.� I rang the bell, two shorts and two longs, announcing my arrival to be ravished. Presently the door opened partly and I scooted inside.� It was kind of chilly in the storeroom, but despite that, Mr. Bill was naked as usual.� I too quickly shed my overcoat and other clothes and soon I was bare-ass naked.� Chilled, I scooted up the stairs where I hoped it would be warmer.� It was.

Despite having seen that car parked out back, it never occurred to that someone else might be there.� And there was... a rather large, muscular and hairy naked man who was lying in Mr. Bill's bed.

"Jimmy, it's good to see you again, especially naked," he said with a genuine smile.� At first I hadn't recognized him as his beard was much fuller now than it was when I first met him and had sex with him over a month before.� I still didn't know his name, but that was of little concern to me.� I ran and jumped into bed with him.� Bodily taking possession of me, he pinned me to the bed and drove his tongue into my mouth, nearly crushing me in the process.� "Sweet, sweet boy," he said over and over as he showered kisses all over my face and neck.� Soon the kisses were across my chest and down my tummy to my little dick.�

As the man sucked me, Mr. Bill climbed over us and lowered his dick to my mouth.� Not much in the way of foreplay, but what a grand time it was. The two men switched off and after both men had unloaded in my mouth, we took a little break.

Mr. Bill says, "Pete has seen photographs of you and wants to take some photos of you today.� You don't mind if he photographs you naked, do you?"� Well, I finally knew the man's name.� I really liked this Mr. Pete and taking pictures of me naked was okay by me.� Of course, simply taking photographs of me naked wasn't all there was to today's agenda.

Mr. Pete took lots of photos of me.� At first it was just nude photos of me, lying in bed, posing this way and that, but it soon included sucking and fucking photos.� Photos of the kind you hope your parents never see.� Mr. Bill also took a few photos too, of me sucking Mr. Pete's big dick. By the time I went home that Sunday, my opinion of Mr. Pete remained the same, that he was a nice man, just like Mr. Bill.� No wonder they were good friends! Along the way that Sunday morning, I also learned that Mr. Pete was a construction foreman working on a nearby highway by-pass project.� I also learned that he was married and had three daughters.

A few weeks later, I stopped by the store one rainy afternoon after school.� Mr. Pete was there talking to Mr. Bill.� Because of the rain that day, work had been suspended and he didn't have to work.� No one else was in the store.� Mr. Bill told me to go upstairs with Mr. Pete. �Mr. Pete took my hand and as we slipped into the store room, I heard the door bell ring announcing a customer.

Once we were upstairs, Mr. Pete said, "Strip!"� It wasn't a request, but I'd already figured that this would be a possibility even before we began the ascent of the stairs.

"Very good," he praised as I stood before him naked.� He then quickly undressed too.

Mr. Pete sat on the edge of the bed and said, "Come here and suck my cock, boy."

Truth be told, that's why I was there, but not to suck his cock necessiarily, but to suck Mr. Bill's cock.� Sucking Mr. Pete's big dick would be a bonus for me.� I liked playing with Mr. Pete's cock and enjoyed sucking it.�� He was of course a mouthful, especially as he wanted to see how much of his long cock he could shove into my mouth.� I gagged and gagged on that big dick, and he kept telling me to relax and let it slide in.� Eventually it did just that until my nose was pressed firmly into his hairy pubis.� I slid it out of my throat, took a quick lungful of air and slipped it back past my tonsils.� I gagged, but pushed through that.� Soon, I had my gag reflex more or less under control as Mr. Pete fucked my throat.

Suddenly he pulled out, and I was glad he did, as my throat was getting sore. "I want to try that boy pussy of yours," he said.� "I want you face down, knees at the edge of the bed and your ass hiked up in the air."

I was a bit nervous, as he'd never fucked my ass before, and like I said, he was bigger than Mr. Bill.� Mr. Bill had taken me this way lots of times, so I knew what was what.� I got into position and waited anxiously for Mr. Pete to put his fat cockhead to my boy asshole.� Instead, I got his hand, or rather his fingers, greased fingers, greased with Vaseline.�

I let him finger fuck me for a long while before he ever put his dick to my butt.� Even though he was thicker than Mr. Bill, he'd loosened me up enough that it didn't hurt too much when he slowly worked it up inside me.� It still hurt, but that soon faded once my sphinter loosened up, grew slack and stopped resisting.� However, I wasn't prepared to be drilled for as long as Mr. Pete drilled my ass.� It was a relief to feel his dick pulse and have his cum shoot up inside me.

As I said before, the man came in buckets, and after he'd slipped out of my ruined gapping asshole, I had to rush to the toilet to evacuate my bowels.� By the time I was finished, Mr. Pete had dressed and was gone.� I stuffed some toilet paper in my ass crack to absorb any further leakage, dressed and went downstairs.� It was that time of day, from 4:30 PM to closing at 6:30 PM when the store was the busiest, so I slipped out the back and headed home to play with the McDonald kids.

Of course Mr. McD was outside playing games with his gaggle of kids.� I was a little hesitant to join them at first, but Mr. McD, as friendly as ever, waved me over to join in the game.� We played until Mrs. McDonald called the kids in to eat supper.� Mr. McD stayed behind and told me that he wanted to talk to me.� This was several weeks after I was caught spying on him and my mom.�

He tells me, "Jimmy, you're a really good kid.� Your mom and I both appreciate the fact that you've not said anything that might get back to your dad.� If it did, I'm afraid things wouldn't be so great for your mom, and not so great for you either, so keep your mouth shut like you have been doing.� You do that and I'll see to it that you get really great present from Santa Claus."

I just listened with thoughts about my future "great" Christmas present from Santa and not much on the possible ramifications if I said something to someone that maybe I shouldn't.� But on matters like that, Mr. Bill had already drilled into me not to talk about things like that to anyone.� Besides, I knew on which side my bread was buttered.� Mom was the one who took care of me, who fed me and who loved me in her own way. My dad, on the other hand, barely acknowledged my existence.

There had been some big changes over those few weeks.� Dad's bowling team decided that they didn't want to bowl on Sunday mornings and so they changed leagues and started bowling on Saturday afternoons.� Mom wasn't too happy about that change, but what could she say?� The bowling team was after all, her idea.� As such, it took away her best opportunity to screw Mr. McD.�� Surprisingly enough, it didn't interfere with my Sunday visits to Mr. Bill, as I'd just disappear and no one thought anything of it.

The after school sessions in the back storeroom had some serious drawbacks, what with customers coming and going. This was especially true after the day I was tooting on Mr. Bill's skin flute when a customer stuck her head inside the partially open door looking for him.� Then on some other days, Mr. Bill never got the chance slip into the back.

Mr. Bill liked the fact that I was now coming to see him practically every Sunday morning.� And he really liked it when after I had Sunday dinner with my folks, which was a required appearance, I would sometimes come over again Sunday afternoon for a another game of 'Hide Mr. Bill's Sausage'. � Every so often, Mr. Pete would put in an appearance and fucked the living hell out of me.� Even though he was still very nice to me, he was bit rough when it came to shoving his fat prick down my throat and reaming out my ass.