Cody Croquet
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The CVS Boy Saw Me Buying Magnum Condoms 02
🕑 Added 2025-12-01 01:19:18 +0000 UTCChapter 2: New Hobby
After the CVS thing, I lasted about a day before I told my girlfriend.
I knew if I didn’t tell her, I was going to explode. Not just from guilt, but from how weirdly hot and confusing it had been. And I already knew she was not the jealous type in the normal way. We had had enough threeways, including with other guys, even if they had never turned gay.
So I told her while I was at her place. We were watching a streaming TV show. I didn't tell her every detail, but the outline. I told her about the eighteen-year-old CVS boy, how he joked about my cock, how I ran into him on his break, how we ended up in that tiny bathroom. Her expression went from surprised, to fascinated, to fascinated, all in slow motion.
“He really did that?” she asked. “Like, just… went for it?”
“Yeah,” I said. “He wanted it. I asked. He said yes. He was shaking.”
She chewed on her lip for a second, eyes still on me.
“And you liked it,” she said. It was not a question.
“Yeah,” I said again. “I mean, obviously.”
There was a small pause. I watched her process it. I expected maybe a bit of anger. Instead she smiled.
“That’s hot,” she said.
I paused for a second. “Wait, really?”
She laughed. “You, in a bathroom, with some random eighteen-year-old guy who’s obsessed with you? That is objectively hot. I kind of wish I’d seen it.”
That last part hit me. I shifted on the couch.
“You’re not mad?” I asked.
She shook her head. “I mean, I want to know about it. And I don’t want you sneaking around. But the fact that people want you, especially guys who are nervous and into you like that? It kind of just confirms I picked correctly.”
She squeezed my thigh hard when she said that. My whole body reacted.
“So what,” I asked, “you want me to… do more of that?”
She shrugged, but it was not actually casual. She had decided already.
"Alright then."
When we fucked that night, she made me tell her the story again in detail, and she came hard.
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The next day, I downloaded Grindr.
I told myself it was just curiosity. If there were more guys like CVS boy, I wanted to know. I made a profile in five minutes, no big bio, just my age, a shirtless pic I already had on my phone. It was not even my best one. I set my profile name as "Curious". I did not think that hard about it.
Within ten minutes my phone was blowing up with horny boys and old men drooling over me.
Messages popped up from every direction. “Woof.” “Damn.” “You look hung.” “More pics?” “Into?” Some were older guys, some clearly my age, many obviously lying about their age. The attention hit me in the chest, and gave me a boner. It scratched an itch I did not know I had.
I scrolled through them, amused and turned on from the attention. I was used to girls checking me out on occasion, but this was different. Males were obsessively horny, and I had never been on the receiving end of that before. Guys were direct in a way girls usually were not. They told you exactly what they wanted.
I screenshotted a few of the more wild messages and sent them to my friend Joseph with a “lol.” He replied immediately, blowing up my phone with three messages in a row. The first one was just, “Bro??” The second was, “Why are you on a gay app?” And the third was, “Are those guys talking to YOU?”
I facetimed him instead of texting back. He picked up fast, already laughing in disbelief.
“Dude, what the hell are you doing?” he asked. “Are you experimenting or did you just click the wrong app?”
I told him everything. The CVS boy, the bathroom, the way my girlfriend reacted, all of it. He went quiet for a second, then let out a low whistle.
“So you’re like… bi now?” he asked.
“I don’t know,” I said. “I just know guys are horny as fuck and it’s kind of fun.”
He laughed again, louder this time. “Man, you’re living a different life than the rest of us.”
While I talked, I scrolled through more messages popping up, a steady stream of thirsty guys begging for attention. Joseph lost his mind every time I read one out loud. I could almost hear him shaking his head.
“Send me screenshots,” he said. “I want to see how wild these dudes get.”
So I did. And he kept reacting like it was the funniest and craziest thing he had ever witnessed.
By the time I hung up, I was even more worked up, my body rushing again from the mix of attention and shock and the weird thrill of telling someone else about it.
One message stood out. No face pic, just a body shot in joggers and a hoodie. The bio just said “18". His message to me was, "Hey I've seen you around the building."
I typed: “Wait, in my building?”
He replied instantly. “Yeah. I see you in the elevator sometimes. You’re the one with the headphones and the tank top.”
I stared at that sentence. So he saw me regularly coming home from the gym. It was weird to know someone in my building had been watching me already.
“You look familiar,” I wrote, which was only half true. There were a lot of teens in the building. I never paid that much attention.
He sent another picture. This time his face, cropped slightly, but clear enough. I recognized him. I realized he was the kid Olly who lived six floors up. My stomach dropped when I realized. His mom was this nice lady whom I helped move in. I didn't know the boy was gay.
I had seen him getting mail before, and fucking around outside the building on a skateboard with his friends. Skinny, a little shorter than me, messy hair, soft eyes.
We chatted for a bit. He admitted he had seen me around for months and thought I was “out of his league.” I told him that was stupid, he's a good looking dude. He used a lot of nervous emojis, the little sweating smile one, like he did not know how to say what he wanted directly.
He said he only hopped on the app when he was horny, and that he wasn't looking for anything serious, but didn't care that he knew who I was. The obvious hinting was getting me going. I pictured taking this guy into my room and stuffing him with my big cock, rocking his little gayboy world.
“I’m eighteen btw,” he wrote quickly after sending another pic, like he knew it mattered.
“Cool,” I wrote. “I’m 24.”
"Wow old," he replied. "You must have a lot of experience."
"Not with guys. Hbu."
"Just one guy at school."
I perked up a bit. "What did you guys do?"
"He taught me to bottom."
I thought about it for a minute, then messaged him. "That’s cool."
“You into guys?” he finally asked.
“Sometimes,” I wrote.
“That’s hot,” he replied, which made me laugh a little because it sounded exactly like my girlfriend.
He took a while before sending the next message.
“Can I… mess around with you sometime?” he wrote. “Like, nothing crazy. Just… I want to try. I’ve done stuff before but not with someone like you.”
I could feel my heart start to speed up again. My thumb hovered over the keyboard.
“When are your parents asleep?” I asked.
“Always by like 11,” he wrote. “But they’re nosy. Elevator is loud. I don’t want them to see.”
We went back and forth, figuring it out. He was nervous about everything, even being seen going into my apartment, since his parents had friends on my floor. Finally I said, “Meet me in the stairwell tonight. Between our floors. No one uses the stairs.”
He replied with a single word. “Okay.”
The rest of the day, my body reacted with tingles any time I touched myself, even my arm brushing the couch. I was so nervous and horny to have a pre-meditated hookup with the random skater boy in my building. I tried to do normal things, answer texts, eat, but my brain kept snapping back to the idea of him standing in that concrete stairwell waiting for me. It felt dirtier than the CVS bathroom in a way. We could get caught more easily.
Around 11:15, I put in my headphones just for the look of it and left my apartment, then turned toward the stairwell instead of the elevator.
The stairwell always smelled faintly like dust and stone. The light in there had a warm, sepia flicker that made everything look a little nicer. I walked down one flight, then another, listening for the sound of anyone else. Nothing.
Then I heard it. A soft creak, a footstep below.
He was standing on the landing between our floors, hoodie on, hood up at first. When he saw me, he pushed it back. He looked smaller than I remembered, but his nervous eyes were locked on me.
“Hey,” I whispered.
“Hey,” he echoed.
We stood there a second, both pretending not to know what to do. Then I stepped closer and leaned against the railing, leaving just enough space for him to decide whether to fill it or not.
He stepped into it.
Up close, I could see every nervous detail. He was breathing a little fast. His hands kept flexing like he wanted to reach for me but was scared to make the first move.
"What do you wanna do?" I said quietly.
"Whatever you wanna do," he said back.
I just smirked at him for a moment.
He went on. "I’ve… I’ve done stuff before. Just not with someone from my building. Or this… tall.”
He looked up at me when he said that, and his cheeks went pink.
“Okay,” I said. “Then come here.”
I put a hand on the back of his neck and pulled him in. I didn't think I was going to kiss him, but he was so adorable, I just wanted to calm his nerves. The first time our tongues met, it was clumsy, but the second attempt was better. His mouth opened for me and let me in as we massaged each other on the inside, tasting each other.
His hands landed on my chest, tentatively at first, then firmer as he squeezed my pecs. I could feel the tremble in his fingers. My own heartbeat picked up when he slid a hand down to my crotch and squeezed my growing boner. His hoodie brushed my forearms, soft fabric, his body warm underneath it.
The stairwell was quiet except for our breathing and the faint hum of some building machinery up above. It felt like we were sealed off from the rest of the world in this ugly little concrete cage.
“Turn around,” I whispered against his lips.
He did it without hesitating, which surprised me. He faced the wall, one hand braced on the cold concrete, the other still at his side. I stepped in behind him, chest to his back, my mouth at his neck.
He made a small sound when I kissed just below his ear, something like a sigh, followed by a short gasp when I reached into his pants and grabbed his ass. Another moment later, his shoulders relaxed back against me as my hands roamed. I could feel that he was already rock hard.
“I figured you’d be rough,” he said quietly.
“You figured right,” I murmured.
I kept things somewhat firm, allowing my hands to grip tightly wherever I wanted, but didn’t push him hard, since I didn't know yet if he could really take it. I guided his hips, pressed him against the wall and pulled his pants down to mid thigh, revealing that perky boy butt.
He leaned into it. Every little shift of his body told me how badly he wanted this.
I dropped to my knees and buried my face between his cheeks, taking a big whiff. Everything that should have repulsed me only made me hornier about it. I nibbled on his cheek and felt him whimper a little. I kissed and sucked on the other cheek, groping them like it was my first time. I pictured all the girls I had eaten out over the years, and they didn’t compare to the thrill of this horny boy in front of me. I licked his hole and felt him shudder. I gave him slow, focused attention that made his legs shake. I used my tongue in deep, hungry passes, teasing him and tasting him while he gripped the rail for balance, pushing back on me whenever he wanted more.
He reached between his legs and jerked himself with fast, shaky strokes, like he was trying to match the rhythm of my tongue. Every time I pushed in deeper with my face, his hand tightened and his breath stuttered. He paused regularly, keeping himself on the edge, squeezing the base of his dick and letting out these quiet desperate sounds, stretching the moment out so he could feel every second of what I was doing to him. He was clearly an experienced edger.
“Good boy,” I whispered when I pulled my face from his ass. He responded with a little involuntary grunt and leaned his ass back into me for more.
I stood up behind him and moved closer, lining myself up just to feel that first point of contact. The heat coming off his body surprised me. He braced one hand on the wall, shoulders tight, waiting. I pressed the tip against him, slow and steady so he could feel exactly what I was giving him. I didn’t push in, not really. I just dragged the head over him a couple times, letting him feel the pressure and letting myself feel the way his whole body reacted.
His back arched the second the tip nudged past that first spot. He sucked in a breath so fast I felt it more than heard it. I kept one hand on his hip and the other on the small of his back, easing him down when he tensed too much. I could feel the tight pull of him even with just the smallest amount of pressure.
“Breathe,” I said quietly.
He tried. His breathing came out shaky, almost like a whimper. I pushed just a little deeper, not even an inch, just enough to feel him tighten hard around me.
That’s when he froze.
He said, in this tiny embarrassed voice, “I lied. I never bottomed before.”
His face burned red as he said it. His whole body gave away how nervous he was, how bad he wanted it, how badly he wanted to impress me.
I stopped instantly, with a gentle hand on his hip, the other cupping his balls, feeling him. I pulled back out with a slow drag, and even that tiny movement nearly made my legs weak. The feel of him, the way he clamped on me without even knowing how to relax yet, sent a jolt straight through me.
“It’s cool,” I said, keeping my voice calm. “You don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for.”
My hand flattened on his back and he let out a breath he had been holding. His shoulders relaxed under my palm. I kept rubbing his spine slowly, grounding him while he came down from the panic spike. His skin felt warm and smooth, and I could still feel the tension pulsing in him even after I pulled away.
I slipped out completely and let him feel the change in pressure. He let out a quiet noise, almost disappointed, and that alone told me everything I needed to know about where his head was at.
Even the way his cheeks brushed my dick on the way out made me twitch. The kid was practically radiating heat. I didn’t need to go all the way to enjoy him. His body was already giving me more than enough.
“You’re good,” I said. “We don’t have to rush anything.”
His breath steadied a little at that. He nodded, still facing the wall, gripping the railing like he wasn’t sure if his legs were steady yet. His hard dick was throbbing in the air.
And honestly, seeing him like that, nervous, horny, trusting me to take the lead, hit me harder than actually going in would have. I liked the way he listened. I liked the way he tried for me. I liked the feeling of knowing he wanted it badly enough to lie about being experienced.
I let my hand slide down his spine slowly, my fingers tracing the curve of his lower back before cupping his ass in my palms, and he relaxed into the touch like he had been waiting for it again.
When he caught his breath, he turned around suddenly, dropping to his knees so fast it felt like he had rehearsed it in his head. He looked up at me once, almost checking if I was caught up on his new plan, and then he leaned in. His mouth wrapped around me and his hand worked the base of my shaft with this practiced rhythm that told me he definitely had experience, even if he lied about the other part. Every time he slid forward, he used his free hand to stroke himself, edging with quick little pulls, letting out these small desperate sounds, looking up at me with his cute, blue eyes above his hot, reddened cheeks.
The stairwell felt even smaller with him kneeling like that, the warm pull of his mouth syncing with the steady motion of his hand. I put my hands on the wall and leaned forward, hovering over him while he worked my cock quickly. I knew I was almost past the dge. When I finally finished, he held me in his mouth for a second before pulling back and opening his lips, looking up at me as he let me cock squirt gobs of cum onto his tongue and in the back of his throat. It was so hot seeing my jizz coat the inside of his mouth with white streaks of happiness. It was obvious he had done that part before as well, probably many times. He finished himself on the concrete, panting hard, his body shivering from the release.
When it was done, we stood there for a moment breathing hard. I rubbed the brown curls above his ear with my thumb while he came back down to earth, swallowing what was in his mouth and catching his breath.
“You have fun?” I asked.
He nodded, still looking down for a second. “Yeah. That was… a lot.”
“Good or bad?” I asked.
He laughed, a small, shaky sound. “Super good. Technically I'm not a virgin anymore.”
I chuckled. He looked up at me, eyes bright, hair messed up. There was something like gratitude in his expression, mixed with pride that he had actually gone through with it.
He stood and pulled up his pants, then knelt to tie his shoes. I was about to say something as I looked down at him, maybe a joke, maybe a “you were good,” something casual to break the silence. That was when I felt it.
The sense of being watched.
I glanced up the stairs, just a reflex, not even sure what I was looking for. That is when I saw him.
On the landing above us, half in shadow, someone was standing very still. I recognized him immediately. Same building, same face. It was Olly's brother. He was frozen, one hand on the rail, eyes wide, staring down at us.
My stomach dropped, but my body didn’t move. I held Olly's shoulders lightly, trying not to give anything away with my posture. The brother and I locked eyes for one second before he turned away.
He disappeared up the stairs, his footsteps barely audible, like he was trying not to be heard. Olly didn't react. He hadn't noticed. The door to the hallway above clicked shut a moment later.
“Did you hear something?” Olly asked, turning his head a little.
My hands were still on him. I forced myself to loosen my grip.
“Nah,” I lied.
He seemed to accept that. He was too busy replaying what just happened in his own head to question it.
We adjusted our clothes, checked ourselves quickly in the tiny reflection on the stairwell window, and then he split. He went up one way, I waited for a moment, and then went down, both of us slipping back into our lives like nothing had happened.
On the way back to my apartment, my heart pounded in my ears. Not just from what we had done, but from what I had seen. The brother’s face would not leave my mind, that shocked, focused look.
I had to spank it one more time as I lay in bed, thinking about being watched while I destroyed Olly's mouth. I wondered if the brother was interested too. I couldn't even remember his name. I jizzed all over my abs just as I pictured two juicy twink asses up in the air for me, begging for my big cock.
Comments
Cody Croquet
Glad you like it! I had fun writing this one.
Anthony
Dude, OMG… what is with this story that has me literally shaking! 😂 It’s so funny how an 18-year-old sees a 24-year-old as basically “old.” But honestly, reflecting, I was the same way — at that age, anyone mid-20s felt like a full-grown adult with a mortgage and trauma. And the whole girlfriend thing? Wow. Totally realistic. I’m over here trying to process the whole “not caring, no jealousy” vibe. No judgment — it’s fiction, and it’s exciting as hell as a fantasy — but damn, my own life conditioning wired me for a more profound need for closeness and connection. That part hits me differently, but also makes the story even more fascinating. Cody, I know this has been said before, but wow — I love your work. In just two chapters, you’ve touched on so much… curiosity in different forms, coming of age, experimentation, patience as someone learns, the whole girlfriend vibe, even swinging — and I haven’t even gotten to the next chapter yet. This is awesome, dude.
Joseph
Wow! I totally loved the setup and the curiosity tones in this story from everyone. I can’t wait to see what happens next. So hot!!
