Blowing Rusty

The first time I saw Rusty, I knew I had to have him. He was perfect. Blond, 6 ft. tall, muscular but lean, the most beautiful blue eyes, and this quirky smile that could melt the polar ice caps. He was 17 and on the local high school football team. Every afternoon, at 3:30, the team would head from the high school to the football field for practice. The store I manage is right on the way, so most of the boys would stop in to pick up some Gatorade or energy drink on their way to practice. I make sure I was always at work so I could eye their hard young bodies and add fuel to my fantasies. Each day, I would make sure I was the one who rang up Rusty’s purchase, checking him out from head to toe from the time he walked in the door, until he walked back out to his truck.
On Friday nights, I would go watch the game, just to see Rusty in his tight little football uniform. Just the sight of his tight teenage ass in those white pants almost pushed me over the edge. Damn, I would have done anything to be in that lockerroom after the game, watching Rusty and his teammates showering their hard, sweaty bodies, their cocks swinging freely, the water running down between the globes of their hot asses. FUCK!!!!
Funny thing was, during all my daydreaming at work, it took me some time to notice that Rusty seemed to always manage to come to my register, no matter how long the line. And, he always called me by name, and give me a little look now and then. I just chalked it up to wishful thinking. No way was this 17 year old stud checking out me. A 38 year old convenience store manager.
Well football season came to an end and I stopped seeing Rusty every day until spring came and baseball season started. The old routine started back up. He came in for his Gatorade, I would watch him, my eyes burning a hole in his jeans.
As the end of school came about, I came to the realization that Rusty was a senior. He would be graduating and moving off to college and out of my life for good.