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My first gay encounter was with a cousin when I was twelve, and then I'd started showing friends what my cousin had shown me, and by the time I was eighteen I'd had two boyfriends and another couple of one-time flings with a couple other guys in high school. I wasn't known as gay because I'd hidden my sexuality pretty well. It had been hard to hook up, but I didn't want anyone to know.

I'd started working at KFC when I was barely sixteen, and now I was promoted to one of the second-assistant managers after graduating. My last boyfriend was a year ahead of me and had gone off to college last year. We emailed some and stayed in touch, but he was going with guys at college now. I had messed around with a guy in my class for a couple of months, but we didn't click well and it was just about having sex. He fell for another guy and I was left with no one to be with for months now. I was considering telling my parents that I was gay. Maybe my two closest friends - both of whom I'd done mutual masturbation with a few times a while back before they started going with girls.

I was eighteen and had graduated high school last month. I had mostly blond hair with sandy highlights. Blue eyes, average face and body. I worked out enough to keep slim, but not enough to build up any real muscles. A month after I had graduated and become the third second-assistant manager, the store needed a few employees. Some of the kids had left for college and some had left to be free over the summer, so the manager had hired four guys and two girls, all who were barely sixteen, as summer help. Both the girls were pretty and perky, and I'll leave them at that.

Lance was the hottest, and from his first day I had fantasies about getting in his pants. He had medium-brown hair, brown eyes, a soft-featured face with a nice tan and nice lips, a button nose, and a firm but narrow chin. He probably shaved a few times a week. He had a body that almost every guy wanted - lean and muscular, slightly tall, with an ass that filled his uniform pants with curves, and a bulge in front that made it very clear that he was hung like a horse. That first day I swear I could tell that his dick was hanging on the left and his balls on his right, and there was no doubt he was wearing boxers. His looks announced, "STUD" in almost every way. It was clear from the start that he was straight, because of the way he looked at and talked to the girls.

Tom was a little guy, short and slightly thin, with straight black hair, very dark eyes, pale complexion, deep-red narrow lips, a small chin and a narrow nose. He was slightly skinny and small, and looked like a fourteen-year-old freshman. He seemed very shy and awkward, and was certainly a good student and bookish. If his face and body said anything about him, it was "small and delicate and nerdy."

Ben was almost as hot as Lance, but he had lighter brown hair that he wore feathered back, brown eyes, a round face, really nice lips, and a firm chin. He wore wire-framed glasses, so he had a bit of a dork appearance, but not very much. He acted more like a gaming geek and was very fun and outgoing. He was not fat at all, but sure wasn't skinny either. He wasn't thick or sturdy, but he was more that than skinny. And his body filled his uniform well. It was obvious from day one that he had an ass that filled those slacks. Big, round, firm... really nice! And that made the front of his pants tight, too, and that showed he had quite a package down there. It didn't give any hints, so he surely wore briefs. Man, was he tempting. His hands and fingers were short and heavy, like his arms and legs. Nearly everything about Ben screamed thick and sturdy, yet he had a nearly lean body.

And the last new guy was Rick. He and Ben were buddies. They were both funny and outgoing, and seemed really nice and open. Rick was slightly tall, slightly lean, with tightly curly dark-brown hair, hazel eyes, a long and narrow face and nose, thin but red lips, and long and narrow torso, arms and legs. I guessed he was wearing size fourteen or fifteen shoes. Seriously. And, man, did I notice his long fingers right away. Everything about Rick screamed "LONG".

Lance was the almost typical big and strong athletic stud type. Tom was the almost typical small and weak booky nerd type. Ben was the almost typical average guy, tending toward firmness. Rick was the almost typical tall and skinny geek.  It was a complete smorgasbord of new meat.

By the time the four of them were through with initial training, the four guys couldn't be more different. It was clear that Lance was totally into being a straight stud. He hung out with the girls at work and outside work. He had girls talking to him all the time, and I head how he got pussy whenever he wanted it. Tom was the complete virgin type. He was shy and quiet, and worked very hard. He was clearly a brain, and I could see him becoming a big-shot in whatever field he went into. I wasn't sure if he was gay or straight, or even bi. He seemed to like the girls, but he was so shy that he didn't have any overt connections to any girls. He rarely checked out chicks, mostly because he was always intent on his job and what he was doing. Ben wasn't dumb at all, was actually kind of smart, and I hadn't seen him or Rick make any overt plays for any of the girls at work. I didn't see them checking out the girls much at all.

I loved closing the store. Things got quiet after about seven or eight, and that gave me time to do the paperwork, and to check out the guys who were working. One of the chores the guys did at night was draining and filtering the fryers. They had to spend a lot of time bent over the lower half of the fryers, one at a time, and that gave me great views of their butts. Those uniform slacks were not tailored for exaggerating asses, but they sure did it for most guys. Another chore was cleaning the top of the equipment, and they had to use a short ladder-stool to stand on. They had to keep the little stool/ladder thing behind the prep counter, so they faced toward the office, and I could see their packages as they wiped across the long row of equipment. Man, what a view. It was pretty common for their uniform shirts to rise up over their waists and that let me see their lower stomachs and belly-buttons, and sometimes their slacks were down low and I got amazing views of soft regions usually hidden, and the waistband of their underwear. Lance sure had a nice treasure trail. Tom was as smooth there as the rest of his body. Ben had just a hint of fuzz there, and Rick had the beginnings of a treasure trail. One day, Tom was cleaning up there, and his slacks were down really low, and his underwear was low too, so I saw the very top of his pubes just before his slacks slid down a bit and he had to yank them up.

Working the close shift was also more fun because everyone tended to let their hair down a bit and joke around more. It wasn't long before I had the new guys talking about girls and sex and stuff. The girls usually cleaned the dining room and bathrooms, and then left about half-an-hour before the kitchen crew did. The guys working the kitchen had to do more heavy cleaning and the equipment, so they worked that almost hour later. That gave me time to get the guys talking about sex and such. David had been working there almost as long as me, and was a year younger than me, and I'd gotten him to open up and talk about sex with his girlfriends pretty regularly. I lied about sex with girls a lot. So the two of us soon had Lance telling us about his conquests. Tom was clearly a virgin, but liked hearing David's stories and the ones I made up. He ate it up, and it was pretty usual for his slacks to prove he was excited. I teased him one night when his boner was really obvious, and joked, "You should head to the bathroom and take care of that," while I pointed at his groin. He turned really red and laughed. A few minutes later he went to the bathroom for a long time. Lance was working with us that night, so he sneaked up to the bathroom door, slowly opened it, and waved me over. Tom's legs and feet were stretched out almost all the way under the stall door, and we both knew what he was doing. I was so tempted to sneak over and peek through the crack beside the stall door, but Lance was very homo-hating, so I didn't. But I did send Lance home with one chore left to finish, and talked to Tom while he finished that up. I got him to admit he had whacked one out in the bathroom. I also figured out that night that Tom was straight, but so shy he wasn't likely to get laid before college. I still decided to see if I could get him to try a little mutual masturbation some time.

When I closed with Ben, I would make jokes about his thick fingers and how he probably had a nice thick dick. He would blush and grin. He liked using the work 'girth' a lot. When I closed with Rick, I would quietly joke with him about his long fingers and how he probably had a nice, long dick. He'd blush and grin, too. He liked to say 'dangle' a lot. Sometimes they would be working together and I'd joke about 'thick and thin' and make them grin and blush. It was fun, and they seemed to like it. They even joked about being the odd couple.

As the weeks went by, I learned a lot about all the new guys, but the most about Ben and Rick. They were best friends, and had been for years. They often said things that proved they had been best friends for ages. They sometimes said the same thing at the same time in the same way. They used the same phrases a lot, and they even had many of the same mannerisms. There was no doubts at all that they spent a lot of time together and that they were very close friends. I was more and more sure they were more than just friends. After a few closes together, the jokes revealed that they new quite a lot about each other. Ben would joke about Rick's length, and Rick would joke about Ben's girth. Once, Rick had finished a chore pretty quickly, and Ben said that Rick never took long doing anything, hinting that he knew it applied to how long Rick lasted during sex too. Rick shot back joking that Ben couldn't finish anything because he took so long. Ben made a smart remark one night, so I said he was pretty smooth. Rick commented that Ben was smooth all over, so Ben said that Rick got hairy first. One night, Ben accidentally squirted the hose all over the back of the kitchen, and I said that was the first time I had seen anyone do that, so Rick said that Ben was the first to squirt, which turned Ben deeply red.

I was so sure they were sexing each other. But they wouldn't talk directly about it. I tried to get them to, but they always shied away from the topic and changed it to something else. Sometimes they got quiet and that worried me enough that I dropped it for the rest of the night. I never saw them touch each other in any way other than the usual contact co-workers have, so I started brushing up against them sometimes. Man, Ben had the most firm butt ever. He never got upset or told me to stop it. Ben usually grinned and turned away. One night I softly slapped Ben's ass as he was bent over the fryer filter machine. He laughed, then joked, "Try with both hand next time." So I did. I paused behind him, and grabbed both of his cheeks with one hand each, and squeezed. Damn! So full and round and firm! He shot upright and laughed, turned very red, and said, "You've got really warm hands," and stepped away. I grinned and headed went where I was headed. He grinned every time I got near him after that, and made sure I didn't have the chance to get another feel of his ass. What I really wanted to do was get a hand full of his package. Man, did he fill the front of his slacks. I hated putting him on fryers while we were open because the apron the cook had to wear hid his package.

One day, well after the dinner rush was over, I was coming out the office when I saw Ben and Rick standing at the drive-through register, smiling and talking quietly as they looked at something outside. I walked over behind them and heard Ben say, "Wish I could see him without those pants."

I looked outside over their shoulder and saw a guy with no shirt on walking across the parking lot. He was about a year or two older than me, with a nice chest and long blond hair. He looked pretty hot. And hearing Ben say that told me what I wanted to hear. So I said, very softly, "He walks through the lot every weekday about this time. He works at the auto parts store up the block. He never wears shorts, but he often has his shirt off. Nice chest. Nice butt, too."

Ben and Rick spun around and looked at me with huge eyes. I knew they were both shocked to be caught talking about a guy by their boss. They both turned red. Rick's cheeks went blotchy red, and Ben's entire face and ears went smoothly red.

"I'm pretty sure he graduated a year ahead of me. That makes him about nineteen or twenty," I said, trying not to laugh at their expressions.

They were pretty speechless.

"Problem is, when I went to the parts store, he's usually talking about girls with the other guys, so I'm pretty sure he's straight. Kind of a waste, huh?"

Both of their mouths dropped open.

"Don't be so shocked. You guys aren't the only gay guys around, ya know."

"You are?" Ben asked, still shocked.

I nodded.

Rick sighed, "Wow. Cool."

The two girls were still in the dining room, so I said, "You guys should stick around after close some night. We could have a good time."

They both went even darker red, smiled really wide, and looked at each other. Just then, the girls came in from the dining room. Damn.

Sometimes I got to do the schedule, so when I did, I arranged for Rick and Ben to close with me almost all week. The first couple of nights they both talked about sex stuff, and admitted they had no interest in girls. It was almost the entire week before they admitted they were both gay, and that they were going with each other. It was the last night we were closing together that week when it finally happened. The next week's schedule was done by one of the other second-assistants, and I was closing all week as usual, but not with both of them at the same time.

I hinted all shift long, as usual, when I could. Both of them would blush and grin, but not say anything much. Once the front closed, and the girls were cleaning out there, Ben stopped at the office door while I was counting the front register.

"Um, can I ask you something?" he asked, already blushed darkly.

"Sure," I said. "Come on in.'

He walked in and closed the door behind him, and stood there for a moment.

"Uh, Rick and I were wondering if you were serious."

"About what?" I teased.

He laughed, got redder, and said, "About messing around sometime."

"Oh. Yeah, I'm serious. Both of you guys are pretty cute. I'd love to see just how much girth you have, and just how much Rick dangles."

Ben laughed really nicely, glanced around a little, and then said, "Rick and me were talking, and, um, if you asked us over to your place, uh, I guess we'd come over."

"Yeah?" I asked really casually.

"Uh, yeah. I mean, I guess so."

"So, Rick knows what you're in here talking about?"

"Yeah."

"So, ask him to come in."

"Uh, okay."

He opened the office door and called Rick's name. I enjoyed the side-view of his ass and package. Damn. Rick came really quickly, so I guessed he was waiting almost right outside the door. He was so red-faced as he asked, "Yeah?"

The girls were gone by now, of course, so I asked, "So, Ben says you might be willing to come over to my place?"

Rick turned even darker red, glanced at Ben and me a couple of times, then finally nodded. These guys were so cute anyway, but all embarrassed and blushed and grinning, they were just adorable.

"Have you guys ever messed around with anyone besides each other?"

They both shook their heads.

"Just with each other?"

They both nodded, still snickering and blushed. Damn, so hot.

I didn't know if I was going to confuse them or not, but I really wanted to ask it.

"Do you guys love each other? Or is it just sex because you're both gay?"

They looked at each other for a few long seconds before shrugging at almost the same time, then they looked at me. It was like they had never thought about it like that.

"Do you guys kiss?"

"Not really," Ben said at the same time that Rick said, "Sometimes."

They were clearly so embarrassed. I was amazed they were finally being so open. I figured they were interested in talking to someone else who was gay.

"You guys know anyone else who's gay?" I asked.

They both said, "Nope," at the same time in the same way. They did that sometimes. They clearly spent a lot of time together.

"So," I said slowly, feeling really nervous. This was more nerve-wracking than trying to get that first friend to jack each other off. "If I ask you guys over to my place, would you be willing to talk about maybe trying something? You know, maybe messing around a little?"

They both snickered and shifted feet, and nodded. Yes!

"So, when could you come over?"

They looked at each other, as if they were communicating silently, then back at me.

Ben said, "We told our folks we were staying over at each other's place tonight."

"Oh?" I asked. "What if you had chickened out and not asked me?"

"We'd stay over at one of our places," Ben answered. "But Rick wouldn't let me not ask about it."

"Really?" I asked.

That was something new. I hadn't thought Rick was the enforcer. I was sure Ben was the more outgoing of the two. Maybe even the leader.

"Yeah," Ben explained. "He'd make me ask. He said he would. He'd probably say something to you in front of me to make me ask."

"So why don't you ask?" I asked Rick.

"Ben's better at talking than me," Rick said, giving Ben an elbow shove as he added, "He's got a bigger mouth."

They both laughed, and I did too. Ben did have a bigger mouth. He talked more, and about more, and did actually have a larger mouth as well. Rick's lips and mouth were smaller and narrower than Ben's larger mouth and more luscious lips.

I had to say it. I'd said something like it before as a joke during a close earlier in the week.

"Yeah, Ben does have the kind of mouth that could give good head."

They both laughed and blushed more.

"So," I said next, "I'd like it if you guys came over to my place after work. We can talk about stuff, and see what we can get up to. You guys interested?"

They both laughed nervously again, looked at each other, then back at me, and said, together, "Sure."

"Great. The sooner you finish, the sooner you can follow me to my place."

"Cool!" they said together, and shot out of the office and tore into the last cleaning chores.

I finished my stuff as quickly as I could, and then helped them finish the cleaning. We made a lot of jokes about getting it done quickly. Rick said that Ben never does anything fast, and Ben said Rick always does everything fast.

"So, you last a while, Ben?"

He laughed, and said, "I can take a long time. Not like Rick. He can finish before we get started."

"I do not!" Rick argued. "It's just I can finish. You can't. Sometimes."

"You can't finish sometimes?" I asked Ben.

He was clearly embarrassed, and had to force himself to answer.

"Sometimes I just can't."

"What do you try?" I asked Rick.

"What d'ya mean?"

"I mean, do you try blowing him in a different way or something?"

"Different way?" Rick asked, clearly confused.

"I mean, do you go faster, or slower, or try more tongue or something?"

He shrugged, obviously as embarrassed as Ben.

"We usually do hands," Ben said.

"Oh? Don't do blow-jobs?"

Ben laughed, then said, "Rick finishes too fast when I do."

"Ben's is too big to do much to with my mouth," Rick explained.

Oh, this was going to be a good night!

We tore through the last chore, checked the list, and then headed outside. Ben had driven his yellow Buick, so he and Rick followed me. I lived just a couple miles away in a rental house my folks were selling to me. My dad had seven houses he rented, and when the tenants had moved out of this one, he offered to sell it to me on contract. I jumped at it. It was a nice place with a few trees in the front and a couple in back, a neat garage connected to one end, and three bedrooms and two bathrooms. The master bedroom had it's own bath suite. The kitchen had an extension that made a great sun area, and it led through double sliding glass doors onto the new patio. It had a new roof and was built on a concrete pad. New furnace with ceiling vents and central air. I loved it. I didn't have a lot of furniture yet, but I did have my bedroom from when I lived with my folks, and all the kitchen appliances and a washer and dryer. My folks bought me used furniture for the living room and a table and chairs for the kitchen. I had one bedroom set up for the computer and my poster collection.

Ben and Rick followed me inside. We'd had sodas at work, and had brought them along with us as well as chicken and sides. So we ate and talked in my kitchen. Ben and Rick were finally open and talkative about things

"When did you guys first, you know, do anything?" I asked as we started eating.

"Um, we were like, I don't know, about eight. Maybe nine. Rick was staying over at my place, and we took a bath together after getting really muddy in the back yard. I remember seeing Rick's thing hanging like a limp tree branch, and wondering why it was so much longer than mine."

"I always had a long dick," Rick interrupted with a laugh.

"He sure did. Man, that thing was as long as my pinky. So I was curious. We sort of compared, and his started getting even bigger."

"It tickled," Rick laughed.

"You got a boner at eight or nine?" I asked, not believing it.

Rick turned redder, laughed, and nodded.

"He sure did. Man, it got longer than most of my fingers. All hard and sticking out like that. It was funny!"

"He started pushing it down and letting it bounce up and slap my stomach," Rick laughed.

"Yeah, it was hilarious. Then my mom said through the door that we needed to stop playing around and get out of the bath," Ben laughed.

"So we got out and dried off, but we kept playing with each other's dicks," Rick said.

"Yeah. When we went to bed later, we started doing it again. And we sort of just kept doing it when we slept over," Ben finished.

"So you guys have been jacking each other off for like, eight  years," I said.

"Yeah," they said together, all red-faced and grinning embarrassedly.

"That's so cool. So, when did you start trying blow-jobs?" I asked.

"I think we were twelve," Ben said. "Maybe eleven. Probably twelve."

"I was twelve, you were still eleven," Rick said. "It was right after my birthday."

"Oh, yeah. There was that joke going around school about birthday blow-jobs, so I tried doing it," Ben agreed.

"Yeah," Rick said, all grins and red cheeks. "You told me if I peed in your mouth that you'd bite it off."

We laughed, then Ben went on with, "Yeah. I was so worried you'd pee in my mouth. So I barely sucked it. I was afraid I'd suck the pee out of it."

"Yeah, it wasn't very good," Rick said. "He barely sucked. I think he didn't really suck it at all. It felt pretty good, but not like it did later when he actually did it right."

"Yeah, it was a few times before I really sucked it. I think he almost yelled out loud that time I first really sucked on his dick."

"Hey, it was so surprising!" Rick said. "All those times it felt pretty okay, then it suddenly felt awesome!"

"Yeah. So I got him to try it on me, but turns out he was sucking it the whole time the right way."

"Yeah. He kept saying to suck it harder, but I was already," Rick laughed.

"So, you still do blow-jobs?" I asked.

They both smirked and nodded, then Ben added, "We don' do it very often, though. It's sort of like as soon as I do, Rick goes off. And my dick has so much girth that Rick can't really do it right anymore."

"I could before he got puberty. Then it got so fat. I can't open my mouth far enough and drag my teeth across it," Rick said.

Looking at Rick's face, I saw that he had a short jaw, and a small mouth, and figered he probably couldn't open his law very far. So I asked him to. He swallowed his food, then opened his jaw as far as he could.

"Yeah, you've got a short jaw," I said. "And a small mouth. If Ben has a thick dick, you probably can't do a lot to it."

"He can't," Ben agreed. "I hate it when I feel his teeth."

"Yeah, that sucks," I said, and we all laughed. "I don't think I'll have that problem," I added.

They both laughed, and Ben looked to blush even darker.

"Maybe you can even suck all Rick's dick," Ben said.

"Why? Is it that long?" I asked.

"I can't get much more than half it in my mouth before it makes me gag," Ben said.

"I've got a massively long dick," Rick said, looking proud.

"Just how long is it?" I asked.

Rick seemed to go shy, and Ben said, "Go ahead, tell him stud."

"Seven inches," Rick bragged.

"No way!" I gasped. "You're sixteen. You can't have seven inches already!"

"He does!" Ben argued. "I've measured it. Just last month it hit the seven-inches mark."

"Wow!" I gasped. "If it's that long now, it must be headed toward, like, ten inches!"

Rick shrugged and grinned, red-cheeked. I could not wait to check that out. And Ben's supposed girth. I was about to try moving toward that goal, when Ben asked a question.

"So, have you been with anyone?"

"Yeah. I've had two boyfriends, and a couple one-time flings with a couple guys."

"Coo," they said together, then Ben asked, "When was your first time?"

"I was twelve."

"Yeah? So, what happened?"

"My cousin was staying for a couple weeks for the summer. He was fourteen. I thought he was like all gown-up, ya know? So I was asking questions about sex and girls, and one thing led to another, and one night he offered to teach me how to jerk off. So I said okay, and so he reached over and and started jerking me off."

"In bed?" Ben asked.

"Yeah. It was pretty late. We'd stayed up talking and stuff."

"What was it like?" Rick asked.

"Well, he grabbed my dick and started playing with it, and got it hard for the first time. It felt pretty good and everything. Then he pushed down the blankets and turned on the light, and showed me how he was doing it. He had me do it a bit, but I liked it better when he did it, so I told him so. So he did it to me for a while, then asked me to do it to him. So I grabbed his dick, and man, it felt like a baseball bat to me." We all laughed. "I learned how to jack off his big dick for a while. Then he came. I was so surprised. I had no idea stuff would come out of it, and it was all gooey and sticky and slippery."

They laughed, then Ben asked, "Did you keep doing it after he came?"

"No, he said it tickled too much."

"I mean, to yourself."

"Oh, yeah. I think I beat my meat for like an hour!"

"DId you guys ever do it again?" Ben asked.

"Yeah, like every night!"

"Did he cum every time?" Rick asked.

"Yeah. He told me when he was about to after that first time. I found out later that was the first time he'd ever been beat off, so he didn't know he was going to shoot that fast."

"Like Rick," Ben laughed.

 We laughed and Rick punched Ben's shoulder. Then Ben asked, "So when was your first blow-job?"

"Later. Not with my cousin. I sort of showed some friends what my cousin taught me. Some liked doing it, most only did once. But this one friend, well, we sort of started doing it almost every day. And one time, he asked if I knew about blow-jobs. I only knew what it was, ya know? But I played like I knew all about them. He asked if I'd show him that too. So, I sort of tried giving him one. I guess it worked good enough. When he did it to me, it sure felt great. And we sort of started doing that all the time too."

"Cool. How old was you?" Ben asked.

"That was when I was thirteen."

"Cool," Rick said, then asked, "You ever done, you know, butt sex?"

"Sure. With that same guy. We sort of did everything sooner or later."

"What was that like?" Rick asked.

"Well, it hurt the first times. We didn't try any lube or anything, so it was hard to do, and it hurt a lot. But once we tried it with lube, man, it was a lot better."

"Were you still thirteen?" Ben asked.

"Yeah. Almost fourteen."

"Did you have pubes and stuff yet?"

"Kind of. I mean, we both sort of had some, but not much."

"So you didn't have little-boy dicks?" Rick asked.

"Nope, but we didn't have big ones, either."

"How big is yours?" Ben asked.

"About seven inches. Almost, anyway."

"Nice," Ben said with a cute grin. "But I bet I can't suck on all of it."

"We can sure find out," I said with a half-laugh.

He nodded, and Rick said, "I'll sure try! Is it thick? Or like average?"

"I'd say it's pretty average," I said, wanting to whip it out and have the two of them suck it until I blew my wad over their faces at the same time. "Wanna see for yourself?"