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Subject: {ASSM} The HandJob Company2:The Drive-In
Date: Mon, 15 Jan 2001 09:10:03 -0500
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This story is intended for the enjoyment of adults over the age of 18 or 
whatever the legal age is in your part of the universe. It contains fantasy 
scenes of graphic sexual activity.   Please, if you are under the age of 18, 
or if you Mickey be offended by such material, use your intelligence and 
read no further - delete the file.  Otherwise ....enjoy!

The HJO Company 2:The Drive-In

by Nessus

HJ



I lived in a small town in the American mid-west where nothing happens. 
There's the Drive-In, the bowling alley, pizza joint and that's about it. By 
day I work as assistant manager in a small supermarket and at night, I read, 
watch TV or take a walk along the quiet streets.

My job and my life sucks. The Assistant Manager stacks shelves and carries 
bags out to cars in the parking lot. Gopher is a better title. If I was more 
motivated I guess I could have gone to college but I couldn't think of one 
reason why I should so I focus on my shelves and smile at the old bitches as 
I carry their bags out to their foreign cars.

Felicity and Tanya operate the checkouts and I wouldsneak glanes at them 
when I thought they weren't looking.  Both of them were a few years older 
than me and seemed so worldly and gorgeous in a cheap kind of way, 
particularly in their short blue uniforms showing off their long legs. In 
their breaks, they would take a cup of coffee to the loading bay, smoke and 
flirt with the truck drivers.

Of course they would ignore me most of the time, although, sometimes they 
would giggle at me when one of them made a comment in a voice too low for me 
to hear. As usual, I blushed and mumbled something in return. I'm hopeless 
with girls.

So I was surprised when Felicity sauntered up to me one Saturday afternoon 
and asked me if I would like to join them at the drive-in. "I don't have a 
car." I stammered, blushing.

"He's probably too young to drive," laughed Tanya as she polished her nails.

"I've got a pick-up," Felicity said, snapping her gum. "We'll go in that."

I wore jeans and a T-shirt and Tanya slid out of the pick-up to let me in 
and I gawked at her long legs in the short skirt. "Stop staring, boy," she 
laughed, "and get in."

Felicity was also in a skirt and a tight blouse and, wedged in between them 
with their perfume sweeping over me, my cock started to stir in my pants.

We were pressed tight against each other as we drove and, to my surprise, 
Tanya rested her hand on my thigh, her long fingers slowly tracing a small 
circle on my jeans. By the time we parked in the drive-in it was dark and my 
cock was rock hard and throbbing. My face was hot with embarrasment as I 
guessed they could see my stiff cock but there was nothing I could do to 
hide it.

"Let's get comfortable," Felicity said, moving closer and putting my right 
arm behind her and Tanya did the same with the left. The girls' firm bodies 
had virtually imprisoned my arms and they rested the hands on my thighs as 
my cock pounded.

"Look Tanya," Felicity said with a smirk. "Mickey's pants are pretty tight."

Tanya leaned over to look at my crotch and I blushed. "You're right, girl. 
Looks uncomfortable to me. Is that uncomfortable, Mickey?" she asked, 
giggling a little as my face burned.

Felicity quickly undid the top of my jeans. "You have to loosen this," she 
said, smothering a laugh. I tried to move my arms but they were jammed tight 
between the girls and the seat. "Lift up, Mickey," she ordered.

"What are you doing?," I stuttered.

"Lift up," she snapped, her hand gripping my balls through my jeans and I 
quickly lifted up so my jeans could be slid around my knees. In front of us, 
the movie screen flickered and the cars around us were full of people 
watching the movie.

I felt the cold night air across my crotch and I looked down in 
embarrassment to see my hard cock waving in the breeze with my jeans and 
shorts now around my ankles.

"Hmm, what do you think, Tanya?" Felicity asked, staring at my cock.

"Average," she said, circling my cock with her fingers and I jerked at the 
sudden contact of her warm hand. "Now, Mickey," she laughed. "Just relax. 
We're going to play with you for a while." Her hand started to move up and 
down my cock and I trembled.

"Is that nice?" Felicity asked me, watching Tanya's hand move slowly up and 
down my cock.

When I didn't answer, Tanya stopped and my cock twitched in her still hand. 
"Answer, Mickey. Felicity asked you a question."

"Yes," I gasped. "It's nice."

"Guess you don't want to watch the movie then," Tanya laughed and her hand 
move slowly once again up and down my cock until I was balancing on the 
edge, seconds from spurting over her hand when she suddenly stopped. "I 
wouldn't mind watching the movie." They both laughed at my contorted face 
and my ragged breathing while my cock spasmed.

"Poor boy," laughed Tanya. "Were you close?" They ignored me for a moment 
while they commented on the movie. Suddenly, Felicty moved close and her 
hand circled my cock.

"Now," she said. "You'll have to tell us who's the best at this," she 
giggled as her hand started to move and quickly I was gasping on the edge 
when she stopped.

"Please don't," I croaked.

"Don't what?" Felicity asked innocently.

"Don't stop," I implored, my arms pinned behind them as my entire body 
trembled in the ache for relief.

"I guess when you jerk off, you do it really fast, huh?" Tanya smiled. "Do 
you?" she pressed when  I didn't answer.

"Yes," I mumbled, face burning in shame.

"What do you think about when you jerk off?" Felicity asked. "Or do you look 
at pictures?"

"Do you think about us when you jerk off?" Tanya asked slyly.

"Yes," I mumbled, head hanging and my cock still hard.

Both girls laughed at that. "How sweet," Felicity squealed.

"Do you think about our legs?" Tanya asked, sliding her skirt up and I gaped 
at her long legs, nodding.

"A leg man," Felicity said, her fingers sliding over my cock and I shuddered 
as she started to slowly pull. "Don't come until we tell you," she warned.

"Have you had a handjob before, Mickey?" Tanya whispered and I nodded. 
"Who?"

"Jo Beth Williams," I muttered, gritting my teeth as Felicity's skilled hand 
brought me closer and closer'

"That slut," Felicity muttered, her hand stopping the instant I quivered on 
the edge.

"You know," Tanya announced. "I feel like a coke."

"Me too."

"Go get us one, Mickey," Tanya said and both girls leaned forward so I could 
free my arms. Face crimson and sweating, I managed to tuck my trembling cock 
back into my pants.

My body was still trembling as I walked to the bar but I managed to buy two 
large cokes. As I started to walk back, Felicity and Tanya appeared and 
pulled me into the shadows next to the ladies toilets.

Both girls pressed up against me and I felt their hands stroke me to 
hardness through my jeans. "Time to thank you for the cokes," Tanya 
whispered as their hands brought me closer and closer.

"No," I groaned. "Not in my pants!" They giggled and their hands moved 
faster and faster until I shuddered against them, groaning, and spurting 
into my pants.

Felicity and Tanya smiled, took the cokes and stepped away to admire their 
handiwork. I was gasping for breath as I looked down to see a wet stain 
spreading across my jeans.

"Thanks for the cokes, Mickeyy," giggled Tanyta.

"You know your pants are all wet?" Felicity said innocently and they both 
laughed loudly, walking arm and arm to the pick up.

Tanya turned and called over her shoulder. "See you at work, Mickey." They 
laughed again and I slunk into the men's toilets to clean myself up.

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