I woke up the next morning to a sense of uneasiness and dread. It wasn't that I had my first shift back at Shure-Save, the neighborhood grocery store, that afternoon. That actually wasn't a terrible summer gig. It was more mind-numbing than unpleasant. The co-workers were generally nice and some of the customers were weirdly interesting, if nothing else. No, my dread had more to do with the events of the previous day, which at this point seemed more like an absentminded fantasy gone wrong, than something that had actually happened.
The hired landscaper, who happened to be a hunky star athlete from back in High School, had knocked on the door looking for payment that I was unable to provide. Instead, I lured him into the kitchen to offer payment on my knees in the form of a messy blow job. It all made for a perfect, if not terribly cliched, gay porn scene.
Or at least it would have, if not for the fact that I didn't think I was gay. And up until a week ago I had never even considered the possibility of engaging in any kind of sexual encounter with another dude. Oh, and let's not forget how this encounter ended; with me dropping trou and bending myself over the kitchen table begging for said Sports Hunk to fuck my ass. To which he seemed to come to his senses, aghast to find himself staring down my hole, before fleeing the scene.
Never mind the fact that it seemed these uncontrollable homosexual urges and out of control sex drive all stemmed from a magic penis enlarging pill prescribed to me under the table by a mysterious doctor. A Little Red Pill, he called it, which actually seemed to be working, as a matter of fact.
All this was starting to become no small pill to swallow, pun most definitely intended.
I fully expected that I was waking up to a world that had been let in on my shamefully crazy new lifestyle choices. How many mutual friends did Gavin and I have on Facebook? How many of those friends were friends with other people in town? Jesus, did my mom have a Facebook? didn't everyone at this point?
It wasn't until after I'd stress-ate half the kitchen for breakfast that I even braved a look at my phone.
Precious few notifications. A message from Team SnapChat and a notification that someone had shared something to the Pro-Wrestling Facebook group I belonged to. Seemed about right. Aside from those type of notifications, I had really only used to get them from Casey texting me or tagging me in memes. We were not exactly on speaking terms anymore since the close of Spring semester.
A quick perusal of my Facebook feed proved that I had yet to be outed. My scandalous sexual affairs did not appear to be the talk of the town.
Now that I felt a little more at ease, I was able to rationalize everything a bit more. In order for Gavin to out me about yesterday, he would have to at the very least admit that he'd allowed me to suck his dick. That could damage his reputation just as thoroughly as mine. I'm sure whatever girlfriend or girlfriends he had at this point would not be too amused by the story. Suddenly I was feeling a bit silly about my worrying.
I calmed down enough to take my morning dose of Little Red, and set about getting ready for my triumphant return to Shure-Save that afternoon.
As I had come to learn about myself while on this bizarre new medication, my mind was a dangerous thing when it had idle time to wonder. And I found my mind doing just that while I showered.
Steamy thoughts swirled in the steam of the shower. Showering reminded me of the locker room at the gym, and what I'd done there with the Latino stranger, Renzo. I thought of how he'd sat on my cock and rode me for all I was worth. How I had cum multiple times, but more intriguingly to me, how Renzo had cum while bouncing around on my cock. I had barely touched his own cock when it suddenly erupted while he gruffly whispered how I was hitting him in just the right spot.
That 'spot' fascinated me. It was all I could think about while I finished sucking off Gavin in my kitchen the previous afternoon. It's what drove me to my feet to yank down my pants and beg for him to stick it in me. If it had felt that amazing for Renzo, could it feel that amazing for me?
I snapped back to reality to find that the water spraying down on me was no longer hot enough to be producing steam. Yet even the cold shower didn't deter the painfully hard erection my thoughts had conjured.
The cold water did clear my mind a bit, and I was left feeling a little angry with myself. I told myself that I wasn't so far gone that I was now completely controlled by my growing penis. I was strangely determined to prove this theory by not compulsively masturbating, like I now felt compelled to do.
I could use the erection for another purpose, however, and padded naked and dripping back down the hall to my bedroom, my dick jutting out in front of me along the way. I went straight to my nightstand drawer.
A thorough and accurate measurement came up at 6 and 5/8 inches on the tape measure. I was growing a few fractions of an inch daily, like clockwork. I silently cursed myself as well for not attempting to measure my little guy's circumference around from the onset. I had no empirical data to back it up, but I swear I was starting to look thicker, girthier around, as well.
I spent the rest of my time before work focusing on not focusing on my penis, determined not to have to whack off in order to get rid of my boner. I succeed by the narrowest of margins and was able to go in to work hard-on free.
I fell right back into place at Shure-Save. I smiled and greeted some co-workers I hadn't seen in a few months, and caught up with my supervisor, Dave, in the back receiving area. We exchanged pleasantries and he gave me my evening work assignments. Stock clerk work was not rocket science. It was the same evening routine I was used to; refill the milk and eggs in dairy, keep an eye on the bread aisle, and work any back stock out onto the shelves if I had down time. Dave would be taking off for the evening, and I'd be maintaining the grocery department by myself.
When it came time for my first break, I grabbed a yogurt cup and a pack of cracker sandwiches off the shelf and headed up front to buy my snack, randomly picking the first checkout line I noticed with it's light on.
I made it to the front of the line and set my things down on the belt.
"Hey, Noah. Long time no see!" The cashier exclaimed.
I looked up and met the piercing blue eyes of the smiling cashier before me. I recognized him from last time I'd been back for Christmas break. His name was Connor, and as I vaguely recalled, he was a grade behind me, which meant that he had just graduated High School while I was finishing up the Spring semester. What I didn't remember, was him being so fucking attractive.
Actually, we were friendly at work, but we had never really crossed paths or hung out while we were in school together. Of course, Old-me would have no interest in his attractiveness. New-me, on the other hand, couldn't stop staring. He had clean-cut boyish features, with his hair buzzed short on one side and parted long to the other side. Somehow in his black Shure-Save polo shirt that he wore a size too small, and black skinny jeans, he kind of looked like a pretty boy lead singer for a pop-emo band. But what I kept getting stuck on were his deep icy blue eyes.
Luckily, New-me also seemed to never stay tongue-tied for long. With a faint tingling in my balls, I felt my uncharacteristic new confidence kicking in, and I was beaming back at him.
"Connor! how the hell have you been, man?"
"Oh you know, my parents bought me an old beater car for my Eighteenth birthday, so I've just been killin' it," he joked.
"Oh? We'll have to take a spin in it, sometime," I mused. Where all that had come from, I had no idea. We had never expressed interest in hanging out outside of work before. And yet I found myself suggesting it naturally, and Connor seemed receptive to it.
There was no one behind me in line, and I noticed Connor was in no hurry to ring up my two items. I also noticed that he was fairly obviously checking me out.
