Date: Sun, 23 Nov 2008 15:11:45 -0800 (PST) From: Agent Orange Subject: Fun Stop Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental. This work contains homosexual acts that take place between an adult and a minor. The author does not condone sexual activity with minors. If this is illegal in your area by local, county, province, or national law, please stop reading now and go elsewhere. Fun Stop Working in the family entertainment business isn't as easy as everyone likes to assume. I started in this business several years ago and have never once regretted my career move. At least until now, and even still, regret isn't really the word I'm looking for. I'm sure you'll understand what I mean in a little bit. Ok, let me tell you a little bit out the company I work for. Family Stop has a little bit of everything. Honestly, we do. There is a huge arcade, a mountain climbing wall that is built to be flush with the existing wall. There is an 18-hole indoor mini golf center, and that's connected to the outdoor driving range. On the second floor there are three full sized fútbol fields. I told you we had everything, and that's just indoors. Outside there's a go-kart track, bumper cars, and on the other side of the building (including the small forest) is a paintball course. Not to forget the restaurant, bar, juice bar, and gym/spa. My story begins at the climbing wall. Basically all I had to do was stand there and make sure that whoever was climbing was safe, wearing the harness, and didn't fall. If they did, I was supposed to catch them. It's my favorite area to work. We've had many people travel across the country just to come and conquer our wall. It's said to be the biggest and most difficult in the country. This really doesn't surprise me, and I don't think you'd be surprised if you saw it. You'd most likely be in awe, I know I was. Regardless of what day of the week it is, by 4pm there is always a line of hyper and excited people waiting to get strapped into the harness. This day was like any other. The line of people kept growing and the climbers were steadily struggling, causing the few impatient people to catcall. Honestly, I'd have to say that's the most annoying part. They obviously don't realize that the more you scream at someone who is dangling in the air, the more slowly they're going to go because now they're nervous. Oh well. It's inevitable I guess. It's my job to scold the hecklers. It was then that I saw him. The white shirt shone like a beacon to lost and wary travelers. The silky mesh shorts folded around his legs leaving everything to the imagination. His blonde hair cut short enough that even spiking it would be a futile attempt. His arms showed a hint of muscle, but his legs were fairly filled out. From my distance I wasn't sure, but his legs looked smooth. I stuttered in yelling at the complainers. When my voice gave out, this boy looked at me, white teeth glaring the reflection of the safety lights. I was awestruck at his beauty. I'm pretty sure it was this moment that my heart skipped its first beat. I couldn't find my breath to keep talking. I know I looked humorously like a fish being held out of water, with my mouth opening and closing repeatedly. Finally, I closed my mouth and let the people have their way. There was nothing else I could do really. When the current climbers made their way back down the wall safely to the floor, I helped them out of their harnesses automatically. It's safe to say that at the moment I could think of anything but him, although, this is not for lack of trying. You know the old adage of repeating times tables in your head? Well, I'm here to tell you that it doesn't work. After readying the new climbers I stepped back to my usual spot and surveyed the line again. He was still there, and he was still looking at me. From this distance I couldn't make out his eye colour, but I could already tell that it was intense. You know, to be honest, I still don't know his eye colour, but I can tell you that they are the most amazing eyes I've ever seen. You can be drawn into them without even realizing what's going on. Anyway, back to the story. This, like many others, was the "down-time." I usually had no trouble finding things to stay busy, except for today. My head always wanted to turn back and survey the line, and it never seemed to fail that my eyes would fall upon the nameless beauty. Still, his eyes would meet mine, almost as if something were meant to be there that was yet unseen. For some reason, this thought struck a chord inside of me. I was intrigued at the possibility of something being started. Then the little voice in my head stopped the current train of thoughts. And as usual, the little voice was right. I couldn't treat him any different from any of the other patrons I assist, which already at the thought seemed a problem. My thought process decided it wanted to go on hiatus. By the time it came back, the mysterious boy was next in line and the current climbers were on their way back down. I couldn't tear my eyes away from him, and to make things worse, he kept his eyes on me as well. I noticed his shirt didn't have sleeves. They had been cut away at some point, and the holes ripped open almost to the bottom hem. His tan was everywhere my eyes could see. The orange boxers showing a bit over the top of his jeans sent my heart racing. I couldn't be sure, but when I met his gaze again it seemed he had a knowing smile playing on his lips. His abs were tight, there was no six pack, yet, but the evidence that one would be there soon was strong. All too soon, the current climbers were on the floor, waiting to be taken out of their harnesses. My movements continued to be automatic until he stepped onto the platform. I dropped to my knees with the harness in my hands. My senses went into overdrive. I noticed that the radio changed from whatever was playing to "Iris" by Goo Goo Dolls. It seemed oddly fitting. The small hairs on my arms stood on end with the light breeze rushing through the building, but with it came his smell. It was something so unique I had to think of what it could be. Orchids and vanilla. That was it. Such an odd combination but it seemed to fit him extremely well. My eyes travelled up his smooth legs, over the white fabric of his shorts, past his chest. They lingered for a bit at the nape of his neck. The skin so succulent, smooth that I could see his pulse. My gaze continued upwards, past his small rounded nose till we made eye contact. I was captivated by the deepness of his eyes. They were blue, but it was a blue I'd never seen before. It was light and dark at the same time. Like I said, captivating. I was jolted from my reverie when he lifted his leg so I could slip the harness around it. For a fleeting moment, I had a perfect view up his shorts. I couldn't see everything I wanted, but I saw enough to wet my appetite. His balls were smooth, small, but not too small. The only way I can think to describe them is perfect. With the harness on one foot, he set it down and lifted the other while he placed a hand on my shoulder. An electric tingle started where his hand touched, but soon spread throughout my whole being. He set his other foot down and I lifted the black straps as slowly as I could without being conspicuous to those waiting. When everything was in place he stepped closer to the wall and put his hands on the mounts and flashed me a grin. "You're going to watch me climb, right?" His voice was something to behold. It was starting to deepen, but didn't show the classic signs of puberty yet. There was no squeaking or brokenness. "Yeah, you bet bud." I responded. With that, he started his ascent. The harness was tight enough around his legs and waist that the shorts he wore were pulled tight across his ass. It was two wonderful globes of muscle. They weren't too big or to small, it just looked tight. Now, what you may not believe is that I never thought of what it would be like to fuck him, but it's the truth. I just wanted to rub my hands all over it and massage it. I heard a collective gasp and came back from my daydream just in time to see him loose his grip at the top of the wall. In all the time I've worked at this company, no one has ever fallen. Despite him having the safety harness on, I ran quickly and got under him, extending my arms and bracing my legs for the blunt force I was about to receive. "Oof. I got ya." I said as I pulled him close to me. His eyes were wide and I could read the fear in them. I could feel him shaking. 30 feet is a long way to fall, regardless of the situation. I pulled him close to my chest and called over one of the other employees in the Redemption area. I explained what happened as quickly as I could so she knew what to expect and that she'd be taking over the wall for a little while. It was company policy that if customers ever got hurt while there, the employee who helped them had to stay with them afterwards until they were ok. This was the first time I didn't have a problem with that. I set off in search of an office that wasn't being used for the rest of the night. The more important offices are in the back of the facility, but it would be guaranteed that someone would be back there, if not constantly, then at least intermittently. I didn't want us to be bothered while I tried to calm this boy down. I just had a feeling that if we were interrupted, it would take a lot longer than it needed to. At the front of the building were the sales offices. One of the owners had an office in there, and he usually left by 2pm everyday. It seemed that today was no different. I walked into the outer office area, still with the boy in my hands and told the office manager that we would be using "The Man's" office until he was better. She nodded her head and went back to whatever it was she was doing. I took the boy into the office and laid him down on the floor. His eyes were still wide open and his bottom lip had started quivering. I could deal with just about anything, but a crying boy was beyond my limit. I pulled the owner's chair over and sat down in it, almost hovering the boy. I watched as his eyes began to dart around the ceiling, then moving his head, looking around the room. When he spotted me sitting there I smiled at him. "Hey there. Welcome back to the real world." I chuckled. He continued to look into my eyes and asked me in a shaky voice, "Where am I?" I immediately took up the practiced monologue. "You're at Family Stop Entertainment Center. You were climbing the wall and must have slipped. You were at the top. You fell almost 30 feet." When he heard this he gasped. He looked down at his arms and legs. "Relax, nothing is broken. I caught you." I didn't say this to get any kind of thank you. I just wanted him to know that he didn't hit the ground. "Y- You did?" he stuttered. "Yeah, I did. But that's not what's important. Are you ok?" "I think so." I cocked my head to the side. "What do you mean you think so?" I asked. He shrugged. "I don't know. I just don't feel right. Nothing hurts, but well; it just doesn't feel normal is all." I could only guess that his nerves were still probably getting over their shock and told him as much. Being so close to him didn't really help my "crush" though. I got up and walked to the door. When I got there I turned around and asked him what his favourite soda was. "I always drink Dr. Pepper when I can." He said with a bit of a blush. It was good to see that he had colour coming back to his cheeks, even if it was more than intended. I nodded to him and stuck my head out the door, telling the office manager to please grab two sodas from the snack shack. She was gone instantly. I can only assume she wanted something else to do. I waited at the door for her to return, which didn't take that long at all. She was every efficient. After she handed me the sodas, large sized of course, I turned and closed the door with my foot. I walked back to the chair and handed him his drink while I sat down. "So what's your name little guy?" I asked, hoping he wouldn't be offended at the nick name. "Kale Tennisin." He answered. "Kale, hmm? That's a pretty interesting name. How did you get that?" I wondered aloud. Not that I particularly cared mind you, I just needed to keep him talking, and try not to focus on anything my little head wanted to focus on. Kale launched into a story about how he'd gotten his name. I learned also that he was 13 years old and was still in middle school. He lived directly behind the facility and had come there alone that day because his parents were both working late. After some time had passed and his drink was done, I asked how he was feeling again. "I still don't feel all that well." He started to shake a little bit. "Maybe something happened to me when I fell." "I'm not sure. Why don't you sit up against the wall instead of lying on your back though? It'd be easier for us to talk that way. He nodded and when he went to move, he let out a moan of pain. I jumped up as quickly as humanly possible. "What's wrong?" I asked. "My leg. I think it was still on the mount when my hands slipped." I racked my brain for what to do to a strained muscle. I couldn't remember. I knew you were supposed to ice it then apply heat, but there was something before that. Oh yeah, massage it. I bent down next to him and took his leg into my hands. God they were smooth. I asked him if he wanted me to massage it and he nodded. I think we were past words at that point, but I was to be proven wrong very shortly. I started rubbing his calf, applying just a bit of pressure because I didn't know what his pain tolerance could handle. He looked up at me with a smirk and said the one word I'd been secretly hoping for. "Higher." My brain went through many levels of scolding me, but nothing was going to keep me away from this kid's thigh. I slowly worked my hands up his leg, still massaging slowly, around his knee and then started working at the base of his thigh. His eyes stayed on mine the whole time. My hands continued to work, kneading the muscle into relaxation. I continued my way up his thigh, slowly pushing his shorts up as I went. At the middle of his thigh he let out a hiss. I softened my touch and continued to work there. His eyes started to droop. Something told me he was past feeling the pain. When his eyes closed all the way I looked down to see where I was working and noticed he had a tent in his shorts. My mouth started watering. Once the pain was worked out of that spot, I continued my way toward his eve, once there, I began to work my way back down. At his knee, I worked back up. He opened his eyes and smiled. "Those are just going to get in the way. You want me to take them off?" I sat back on my heels and stared at him. This kid was offering to get naked for me, at least from the waist down. And he had an erection too. There was no way in hell I was going to say no. "If you think it would be best." He flashed me another grin and lifted his hips. He let out another hiss of pain while he slid his shorts and boxers down in one stride. There he was, in all his glory. Having to guess, I'd say he was probably about 4 inches long, and approximately the circumference of a Sharpie Magic Marker. And the best thing of all, he was circumcised with only two or three hairs at his base. I stared at his dick, and probably licked my lips. I could feel my own erection throb in my khaki pants. I'm sure it was visible to him, but if it was, he didn't say anything. I slowly reached out and took his thigh back into my hand and started working on it again. Not once did I look up to see his face. I couldn't take my eyes away from his member. I had a sudden urge to reach out and touch it, and what amazed me more, is that it seemed Kale was reading my thoughts. "It's ok. You can if you want." I didn't need any more persuasion. My hand reached out tentatively. When it made contact, he did kind of a moan gasp thing all at once and it felt like electricity shot through me. My hand was too big so I used my thumb and two fingers to stroke him. The skin was like a mix between silk and velvet, and it was wrapped around a steel shaft. He was so hard, yet so smooth at the same time. It hit me then just how big of a chance he took in suggesting taking off his shorts. I highly doubted that his thigh hurt at all, he just wanted to be wanked. I went slowly to let him enjoy it, every once and a while he would let out a small moan. I'm sure he'd have been louder, but didn't want us to get caught. His legs opened a bit wider and I could feel him begin to pulse in my hand. I slowed even more, despite his whimper. His hips ground up into my hand, trying to pick up where I was now lacking. I knew at 13 how often orgasms came, but I wanted to make this last. I wanted him to have the best one of his young life to date. I slowed my hand even more, almost coming to a stop. I looked up to find him looking at me, pleading with his eyes. He was almost there, but he'd have to wait. I let go of his dick and let my hand drop to his balls. He gasped out again; evidently he'd never explored this far down. I rolled them around in my fingers, feeling their weight. I couldn't stop myself. I lowered myself down and took him into my mouth. His hands came up and pressed down on the back of my head and I let my teeth scrape across him. He let out the quietest scream I'd ever head. I pulled my head up, "I know what I'm doing Kale. It'd be better for you to put your hands behind your head for the time being." Mainly, I knew when the orgasm hit him, he'd spasm, and I didn't want to loose any hair. I bent back down and took him in again. I rasped my tongue over the hardened knob, applying enough suction to where my ministrations were still pleasurable, but anymore would bring pain to his most sensitive part. I started bobbing up and down like a buoy in a calm lake, while I slowly reached my hands out and under him. I let my fingers grab his rear and begin to dance over the skin. It was much softer than I would have imagined it being. It reminded me of the old saying "soft as a baby's bottom." My fingers continued to work on his ass, but never working inward. I was right though, his butt was tight. It was very tight. Only then, for a fleeting moment did the thought enter my head of what it would feel like to enter him. To have his warmth sheath my throbbing erection, his ring tightening every time my head brushed past his prostate. But the thought died just as quickly as it formed. My left hand snaked up his back and found it's away to his chest. I found his nipple, hard enough to cut glass and I tweaked it. The moan he let out came from his gut. I could feel his muscles tightening. He'd moan every time his head would brush against the ridges in the top of my mouth. He tasted wonderfully like vanilla, and I could still smell the orchids. I felt the vibration start in his legs. In all the years I've been with someone, I'd never been able to make their legs shake like I was doing to Kale. The vibration started to spread and I could feel it in his abs. Without warning his hips burst upwards and I felt two small jets of liquid enter my mouth. His breathing was ragged as I rolled the cum around in my mouth, still affixed to his dick. I'd never tasted anything so sweet in my life. There was no candy that could or would ever compare to this. As I felt him start to soften, I pulled off and let his now fading tumescence fall against his still heaving belly. "That was amazing." He said in between gulps of air. I smiled back at him. "Just making sure the customer is happy." We both laughed at that. After he got his shorts back on, we stood by the door ready to leave. I knew I had to say something about him not telling anyone when he beat me to it. "I won't tell anyone." He leaned up and kissed me on the lips. He carefully let his tongue play against my lips and I opened my mouth. Our tongues didn't their own little dance of the wild till he pulled away. "Mmm. Sweet." He turned and opened the door and walked out of the office. ------Fin----- I hope you enjoyed this story. If you did, please let me know at agent.orange_stories@yahoo.com.