Note: I resubmitted this third chapter of the Summer Job story to place it in the Gay Male category where the first two chapters were placed. I hope it reaches the appropriate audience.
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I had become obsessed with being a sex object. I felt like I was walking around with a permanent hard-on, continuing to think of stripping for guys hot after my body.
Of course, my thoughts were stimulated by the fact that I saw Bob at work every day during the remaining days of summer and his lustful looks were a constant reminder of what we'd done on that weekend. Unfortunately, the summer soon came to an end and I returned to school, with no easy opportunity for a repeat performance.
As winter break approached, I called Bob to see if I might earn some spending money by working a few hours at the store over break. Bob's eagerness in accepting my proposition told me he wasn't only thinking about the need for another stock boy at the store. So when the time for winter break came, I was more than ready to get back together with Bob and his friends.
It didn't take Bob long to suggest an encore strip-tease performance. On my very first day back at the grocery store, Bob approached me in the back room. "Hey, Johnny, the boys and I have a great idea for your next erotic adventure," he said, as he pressed closer. Bob seemed more forceful than he had been in the past as he pushed me behind a stack of boxes where we couldn't be seen from the doorway. He whispered, "we want to take you to the big city for New Year's Eve, Johnny, where there are places that guys like you can entertain to their heart's content. You can wear a tiny gstring and, with your body, you might even win the amateur night grand prize of $500."
"Wow, you mean a real strip show for money? That sounds like the greatest turn-on ever," I replied, as Bob pressed his hand against the front of my Levis. I quickly unzipped my Levis and brought my hardening cock out to meet Bob's hand. As he started stroking me I whispered, "I'll do it, baby, I'll do it, just suck my cock now, please, I'm so fucking horny...I need it now...do it!"
Bob looked me in the eyes as he continued stroking me. He kneeled in front of me, guiding my rigid cock to his mouth. His tongue began moving up the shaft of my cock, then swirling around the head, as his lips parted. I pushed my cock into his mouth as he began licking and sucking, my cock hardening even more with every stroke of his tongue. My hips were gyrating as I felt myself starting to reach orgasm. He kept my throbbing cock in his mouth as my body began spewing out spasms of orgasm, my cum flowing into his mouth. I fell back against the boxes, then slid down to the floor as Bob got up and stood watching me, feeling his own rigid cock through his pants, smiling, licking his lips, swallowing the last traces of cum in his mouth.
"Fuck, man, that tasted so good," Bob said, "now you'd better get back to work stocking those shelves or I'll have to dock your pay, or think of some other kind of punishment." He grinned as he left me laying there, exhausted and completely satisfied.
New Year's Eve was the following Saturday night. The four of us drove up to the city. We parked the car in a garage and walked down the street to a place with a flashing neon sign over the doorway. The message leapt out, "NEW YEAR'S EVE BASH: HOT MALE AND FEMALE DANCERS!" Just below that sign was a smaller poster with the words, "Amateurs Welcome, Come in and Entertain Tonight, win $500" The rhythmic beat of loud dancing music filtered through the door.
