*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.
Disclaimers: Yes I need an editor; no I do not want an editor. Yes it jumps around too much, yes there's too many people to keep track of, yes it's too long, yes it's too short, yes it's in the wrong category, yes this is stupid shit, and yes I suck.
For those of you that have not hit the backspace key, I hope you enjoy this flash story.
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"This sucks, man, this fucking sucks," Brandon Prejean complained as they stood outside of Super One Foods.
"What you want me do about it?" his friend Matt Lyons asked.
They both shivered as a cold wind blew in from the Atchafalaya.
They perked up as a car parked close to the cart stand. A handsome young man got out and walked over to the row of buggies.
"Hey, how's it going?" Albert Roberts asked, nodding to the two young men.
"Hey, mister, you buy us some beer?" Brandon asked.
"What? How old are you?" Albert asked.
"Eighteen," the two teenagers admitted.
"We'll blow you," Matt offered.
"Yeah, sure; what y'all want?" Al responded, his own cock growing hard at the thought of getting a hot blow job from these two innocent looking men.
"St. Elizabeth's Lager," Brandon said.
Al walked into the Super One Foods grocery store, grabbed two six packs of St. Elizabeth's Lager out of the cooler, grabbed his own groceries and chatted pleasantly with the cashier.
Then, returning to his car, he saw the two young men that had asked him to buy them some beer as they huddled against the cold wind.
"Got it," he called out to them and the two eighteen year old men scampered toward him.
"So, y'all got an apartment or..." he asked, showing them one of the two six packs of beer he'd purchased.
"Uh, no, we uh, we was just going to the park," Brandon said.
"Most uh, most of the guys buy us beer just drive behind the store for a quick suck," Matt suggested.
"Shit, Park? Too cold for that," Al said. "Come on, my apartment's just over there."
He and his boyfriend, Billy Adams had signed a one year lease on a nice one bedroom apartment. Then, before the two college graduates had even begun unpacking, Billy had run off with a biker he had been secretly chatting with on-line.
In small claims court, a judge had ruled in Al's favor, ordering a petulant Billy and his angry boyfriend to cough up Billy's half of twelve months' rent, four thousand, two hundred dollars.
Al still had the same apartment and now drove the two young men there.
"Dude, nice," Brandon complimented, looking at the pale blue leather couch and matching recliner.
"Thanks," Al said and quickly put his groceries away.
He then came into the living room, carrying two cans of beer.
"Uh, had a deal, huh?" he asked.
Brandon and Matt quickly divested themselves of their clothing. Al also shrugged out of his own clothing, displaying a lean, muscled body and a six inch erection.
Matt's cock was five inches long, slender. Brandon's cock was a little shorter than Matt's, but it was thicker.
After both Matt and Brandon had guzzled their beers, Brandon approached Al's recliner, knelt between the young man's spread legs, and took Al's cock in his hands. He stroked up and down the length of the stranger's cock, then bent and licked Al's sweaty balls. Then Brandon wrapped his lips over the head of Al's cock and began teaching Al's cock with his tongue.
