Cart Boy

Published on Jan 3, 2023

Gay

Cart Boy

By Lee Mariner

Copyright 2013

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Preface

I was running a little late in keeping the appointment that I had made with my 'cart boy' althought that didn't bother me all that much. I had been on the negative end of past appointments made with hot young men and while it would be a disappointment, I had been stood up before. But, this appointment seemed to hold promise. The hot young man had seemed sincere when he told me he would be here 'same time, same place.' All I could do was hope as I parked the car on the far side of the crowded parking lot.

All of the cart shelters seemed to be filled to overflowing and at first thought that there was no one clearing them flashed through my mind and a feeling of 'oh well' sort of swept over me. But, I continued walking toward the entrance when I heard, "hey mister."

I was lost in reverie when the cart boy asked me, "do you have much shopping to do?"

"Huh," I stammered, "no, not that much. It shouldn't take me more than half-an-hour or so but I don't have to rush."

His boyish grin broaded and he glanced around before whispering, "my shift is over at five if you still want to hook-up."

I felt the telltale surge in my groin, the prelude to an aching hardon as he spoke emphasizing 'hook-up' by brushing the bulge in his jeans.

"My car is parked over by the cart shelter in Section 5. We can meet there if that is okay."

"See you there," he grinned, his eyes flashing as he turned away and broke into a trot toward the store entrance.

"Forty-five minute," I mused as I glanced at my watch.

Chapter #3

My prediction of thirty-minutes was pretty accurate, it took me thirty-five minutes to finish. I must admit that I was a little nervous as I stood in the check-out line. I had looked around several times while shopping and hadn't seen the 'cart boy' although that didn't mean anything since he would be gathering the empty carts from various shelters and bringing them closer too the entrance. But, that didn't stop me from looking.

The checkout clerk seemed to be taking an inordinate amount of time in checking the customers carts. At least it seemed like ages before he was reaching for my sales receipt.

As he pulled the slip from my finger I inhaled deeply a couple of times, trying to settle the butterflies that were fluttering in my stomach when I saw him walking through the entrance door. He glanced at me and still grinning, he winked and nodded in what would have been the direction of my cars location.

The butterflies settled as I unloaded the groceries and various items into the car trunk. Glancing around as I closed the lid, I saw him trotting in my direction and I moved quickly to the drivers door, pushing the remote as I sidled between the car and cart shelter.

When I closed the driver-side door, the passenger door opened. He tossed his knapsack onto the back seat and closed the door after him as he slid into the bucket seat.

When he twisted too face me and, I regreted ordering bucket seats in lieu of a bench seat, the console interferred. He lifted his left leg up on the seat and as he twisted his body, he hooked his left foot behind his right calf underneath his kneecap. Leaning back against the door, his jacket fell open and even though dusk was settling, the bulge in his crotch seemed larger.

He broke my concentration when he gasped or sort of 'whooshed' and then said, "man, I'm glad that's over."

"Wha, what," I stammered.

"Pushing carts," he replied. "I must have pushed ever cart twice."

"Busy, day," I said.

"Yeah, I didn't have a chance to do anything else, but, I'm off until Monday and that makes up for it."

Turning slightly as I inserted the ignition key I glanced downward at his crotch and, he shrugged his shoulders causing his jacket to open further.

His jacket was light and underneath he was wearing a skin-tight, white t-shirt tucked into the waistband of his jeans. One nipple was prominently displayed and his abdomen was flat but displaying hidden ridges of hard muscle. His waist was smaller than I remembered but the last time in the men's room he was wearing a shirt with a company vest plus his jacket and that covered quite a bit of his upper physical attributes.

Moving his hand caressingly over the bulge in his groin he looked into my eyes. His breathing had become heavier and in a husky tone, he said softly, "still interested?"

Swallowing my saliva cud, I said, "I am if you are."

Quickly twisting to his right, he placed his left foot on he floor of the car. Sliding tightly against the console and placed his hand on my burgeoning cock he squeezed gently and as his blue eyes looked into my brown eyes, he whispered, "I've been wanting some of this since last week."

The interior temperature of the car seemed to have increased or more likely it was my temperature had risen. My rigid cock was aching and I felt the sensation of pre-seminal fluid oozing from the urethral slit as he squeezed.

All I could think of as I dropped gear shift into drive, was 'damn Toyota.'

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