Mall Job

I downloaded a gay app one afternoon when it was really slow at work. I work at the mall, in one of those kiosks, selling cell phones. You just sit there all day while people stream by you, mostly, or you try explaining technical stuff to clueless people. But it's the worst when it's no people at all.

I’d thought about downloading one before. I used to jack off with a friend of mine, back in high school. It’d been on the tip of my brain, that curiosity, for years, and I wasn’t having any luck with one of the straight apps so why not check this one out? 

There were all these guys on a grid, maybe five of them were really close. I didn’t put a picture of myself on it because I didn’t want anyone to catch me on there, which is a shitty way to think about it, I guess. But even though I didn’t have a profile or anything right away one of the really close guys messaged me. His profile was just a picture of a backyard, but his headline was “Suck you dry.” 

Reading that got me instantly hard. The raw transaction of it. No beating around the bush. If I wanted to, I could get my dick sucked. 

So I messaged him back and he said he was in the mall and knew a private place. He asked me to send a pic of my dick and I did. I asked him what he looked like and he said he was older and bigger. He said he wanted to swallow my cum. My heart was racing but I still didn’t think I was gonna meet up with him. 

The hours ticked by though, and I had to try to sell people stupid, expensive phones. My cock kept getting hard and at one point this woman was making me wait while she called her son and my mind drifted. I got a complete boner and had to make myself think of something else so I could stand up straight. 

My phone kept buzzing. I started to wonder if the guy was watching me and once I thought I spotted him. But it was just some guy waiting for his wife. When Jerome showed up for his shift I’d already made up my mind. I put on my coat and then I walked to the other end of the mall where this guy told me to go. 

There was a Spencer Gifts and then around a corner was this doorway that didn’t look like anything - white door in a white wall. He said to push it open so I tried and it opened into this hallway then slammed behind me. I went down the hallway which was just cement with a couple fluorescent lights in the ceiling. It turned and there was this big storage room. There were mannequins and old registers and boxes piled up in the corners. 

He told me where to find him, in a corner behind these old makeup displays. It was dark but he looked like the guy who ran the choir at my church when I was a kid. He waved his fingers at me to come close and he wasn’t smiling or anything. He didn’t even look at my face, just immediately went for my crotch. He was kneeling on what looked like the top of a stool, probably from an old makeup counter. 

I had to help him with my belt buckle. My cock popped out hard and he just went down on it. His mouth was super soft and I was breathing ragged right away cause he took it all the way down to my balls and held it there in his throat. Nobody had ever deep-throated me before. Then he was bobbing on it and when he took my nuts in his hand and held it deep again I just blasted. It felt like my soul coming out of my body and I moaned. He was just gulping my cum, what felt like a pound of it straight out of me and into him.

And then I just yanked up my pants and tucked my cock back in. He didn’t get up; he waved his hand at me and whispered, “Go” when I didn’t move fast enough for him. I guess he didn’t want anyone to see us walking out together. So I headed out and the door slammed behind me and then I was back in the mall, with shoppers all around. Me having just got the best head of my life a few yards away. 

It blew my mind. I felt the glow of it all night. My mom even noticed. “Did you have a good day or something?” she said. 

“Wasn’t bad,” I said. 

The next day I had lunch with Rebecca in the food court. She works at the sunglasses kiosk on the second floor and our break was at the same time most days. She would flirt with me but I didn't think of her like that. Mostly she complained about her husband, and she would listen when I talked about my mom being sick. I didn’t really have any friends here in town, anymore. Except for Toby but he was always fucked up. Which was okay if I wanted to be fucked up, too, but mostly I wanted to work and make money and take care of my mom and figure out how I was going to go back to college, eventually, if my mom got better.

I came close to telling Rebecca about the day before, because it seemed like she could appreciate how crazy it was to be able to slip down a hallway in the mall and have sex. But I didn’t know how she would react, and then she started telling me about a shoplifter from last week.

“Little punk stuffed seven pairs of sunglasses in his Carhart jacket,” she said and bit her stromboli. “I was watching him do it and texting mall security the whole time.” 

“Did they arrest him?” I said.

“They cuffed him right there in the hallway which I’m pretty sure they’re not allowed to do. It was fun to watch, actually,” she said.

I figured what I’d done was probably as illegal as trying to steal sunglasses. I deleted the app so I wouldn’t be tempted to get back on, but it wasn’t another day before I downloaded it again. He wasn’t on, though. 

I even went back into that storeroom but there wasn’t anybody in there. On the other side of the room I found a spot with a chair and some cigarette butts around it.

That Sunday he hit me up again and my cock was hard as soon as I saw who it was. Same as last time, I went back in the room and he was there, kneeling in the dark. He sucked so good and was really getting into it and moaning so I was too. Then he was sucking on my balls and licking underneath them and it felt incredible, so when he pushed at my hips and said “Turn around,” I did. 

He shoved my pants down to my ankles, then I felt his face in my ass and his tongue in my hole. I’d never had my ass licked before and it was like a shock. My cock was dripping a slow stream in the dim security lights and I watched it hit the cement floor as his tongue went deeper. 

I came like that, just tweaking the head of my dick and unable to stop myself. It felt insane, like my orgasm was coming from my ass. When he realized I was cumming, though, he took his tongue out and flipped me back around. I held onto his balding head as he let what was left pump down his throat. And then I just left.

I did it twice that week. Meanwhile this new girl was training with Rebecca at the sunglasses kiosk. 

“‘Katrina,’” Rebecca said with this look I didn't understand. “Notice anything unusual about her?” she said in this teasing way. 

“She’s really pretty,” I said. But really, Katrina was knockout beautiful and super stylish. I’d noticed her right away. Then Rebecca said she thought Katrina had been a guy. Which could’ve been true. I’d never met anybody transgender that I knew of. I’d only ever met one or two gay people. 

But the next time I saw Katrina I was even more nervous, because not only was she hot as fuck but now I didn’t know if I should be, like, staring at her. And Rebecca would always be rolling her eyes at me around her, and I was starting to dislike her even though she was pretty much my only friend. 

Meanwhile this guy was at the mall pretty much everyday and I was getting head and rimmed from him pretty much after every shift. It was just the best sex I’d ever had. I was getting into the rimming especially and when he stuck a finger up my hole one day I shot like seven feet on that concrete floor. 

But eventually I got bored of it. The thing was, he would never look at me, and it started to bother me. This one day, I’d gone almost out of duty, and I couldn’t cum. He was jacking my dick too hard and you could tell he was getting annoyed, until finally I had to tuck my cock back in my jeans and just walk away. I vowed never to go back after that, and for a while I didn’t.

(Pt 2)

My mom went back into the hospital. She was barely eating and I decided to cook for her and wound up baking this sweet potato pie that turned out really good, just from like a recipe. I brought some to her and she couldn’t really do anything but taste it. But she said how I’d always like to bake with her when I was a little kid, and how she resented my dad for always making fun of the fact that I liked it. I’d nearly forgotten about that.

And driving home from the hospital somehow it just popped into my head: I’m bisexual. Like, of course. And I thought of all the times I’d seen guys or boys who were, like, appealing. I’d never thought about it in the same terms I thought about girls but that was just probably because I was scared of it. 

That night I watched gay porn for the first time. Like, seriously. I jacked off to it and thought more about what kind of guys I was attracted to and what I could see myself getting into with a guy. Could I be in a relationship with one? I didn’t know but why not?

The holidays were gearing up and the mall was getting crazy. Our manager was sending us all these emails telling us to greet customers with these certain questions, and then we weren’t allowed to sit down anymore cause we were supposed to be selling, selling, selling. One day I was so busy and I had this vision of me still being there in five years: at the mall, taking care of my mom. The thought depressed the hell out of me, and that was when I got back on the app. 

He was there. Ready for me, not asking questions about where I’d been. Probably he had multiple dudes back there on a regular basis and why not? I’d probably do the same thing if I had the balls to do what he was doing. 

My shift ended and my heart was racing, cock swelling, just like it always had. I knew I’d probably regret it afterward but who cared? I’d regretted plenty of nights out drinking in the past. Here I knew what I was getting into.

We didn’t time it right, this time, because he was there at the door the same time as me, and it was awkward going in at the same time and walking down the hall, silently. When we got to the storeroom I noticed the smell right away: weed. But before I could even react to that I saw Katrina there. And she looked startled to see us. The guy was super startled, he froze. Katrina snubbed out the joint she was smoking and just kind of smiled as she walked past us and out of the storeroom. 

The dude was freaking out. “You gotta go,” he whispered, and was pushing me out. So I left. I guess I was kind of scared, too. But she’d been smoking weed. Even if she knew what we were doing, she was doing something sort of bad, too.

Did she know? I kept wondering, that night. How had she even known about that spot? I felt weirdly calm about it all, and honestly kind of glad that it hadn’t happened. And the next day, when I went past the sunglasses kiosk, she was there. So I looked right at her this time and smiled, and she smiled back, and in that smile I saw that she saw me, and she didn’t care. It gave me this warm feeling. So I went up to her and I said “Hi.” 

End