Date: Mon, 15 Jul 2019 12:42:18 -0600
From: Ocelot <fullmetalocelot12@gmail.com>
Subject: Little Rockstar II

Little Rockstar Chapter II

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fictional story of a consenting adult having consensual sex with a
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	Delivery day.  My back ached.  It was summer time, and one of the
things we ordered a lot of was cases of water.  Not just what we sold in
the cooler, but also cases of water. 24 bottles to a case.  Lots of
landscapers would come in every day and snag the cases of water.  We also
sold three liter bottles of Arrowhead water.  The delivery company would
stack everything in one aisle of the store, and I'd have to scan everything
in and put it all away.  I was working with someone else, but they were
working the counter and taking care of other aspects of the store.  Plus,
as management it was my duty to take care of the delivery.

	Four totes were stacked in front of me.  I flipped the lid open of
the top one, and rolled my eyes.  Inside were three boxes of cat food.
There was plenty of room for them in the other totes I'd emptied already.
I don't know why this nonsense happened.  Perhaps some food packing law I
wasn't familiar with.  Scanning the barcode, and entering the quantity, I
hit enter on the handheld, and the cat food was marked as received.  I
stacked that tote with the other empties and opened the next one.  Candy.
Lots of candy.  Grabbing six bags of gummy bears, I scanned them in, and
headed to the end cap so I could hang them up.  Coming back around the
corner, I ran into Little Rockstar.

	"Hey Little Rockstar," I said with a smile.

	"Hey," he said, sweating from rollerblading in the summer heat.

	"How're you doing?" I asked as he wheeled around me in a circle.

	"Doing good.  Going swimming later!"

	God, I'd kill to see him in a swimsuit. "Sounds fun, buddy.  Here
for some snacks first?"  I wasn't sure what the swimming pool would offer
for snacks or drinks, but I imagined it'd be easy to smuggle something in
if you put it in a backpack or something.

	"Just a drink."  Little Rockstar made his way to the cooler door
and grabbed a monster.  I admired his tight butt while I pretended to study
the handheld screen.

	As I continued with the delivery, I kept thinking of Little
Rockstar swimming.  It would be a good way to see him shirtless and get my
hands on him as we horsed around.  My backache kept my cock from getting
hard.  I lifted with my legs as one normally should, but each 6 pack of 3
liter water was about 40 pounds.  Moving ten of them fifty feet across the
store one at a time wasn't easy.  This didn't include the cases of bottled
water we sold, the refrigerated coffee drinks, or anything else like that.
A few hours later, Rockstar and Little Rockstar came in.

	"Hey Rockstar, hey Little Rockstar.  How goes it?" I asked.

	"It goes good.  Swimming was fun, and we're here for some dinner."
Rockstar said.

	"Dinner from the gas station.  The healthiest!" we all cracked up
at this.

	When they came up, they had sodas, chips, candy, and a few packages
of string cheese.  Of course, a few cans of Rockstar were sold. I slapped
them both five, and watched them leave.  I relished how smooth Little
Rockstar's hand was.  His freckles had stood out a bit stronger because of
the sun, but he looked so drop dead gorgeous still.

	A few weeks later, they came in during the evening, and from their
body language, I knew it wasn't wise to interrupt them.  Rockstar kept
answering in short sentences and I could tell the conversation wasn't going
well.  I greeted them when they came to the counter, and we didn't talk
other than the minimum required.  Total, bag, change, have a day.  The next
evening, Little Rockstar bladed into the parking lot while I was doing some
work outside.

	"Hey Little Rockstar," I said with a smile.

	"Hey." He said this quietly. When he didn't enter the store, I
walked a little closer him.

	"Everything okay?  I'm sorry to pry, but last night when you and
your dad came in, you guys didn't seem happy.  And you're not your usual
self."  I gestured, and we sat down on the picnic bench.  Typical of
teenagers, he slouched some.  I didn't care.

	"School starts soon," he said.  I waited as I was sure there was
more.  School starting up wouldn't normally cause tension.

	"Dad has to go out of town for a big trial.  He's okay with leaving
me by myself during summer break because I don't have school, but he'll be
gone when school starts up, and wants my aunt Linda to come and babysit me.
I've tried to convince him that I don't need a babysitter, much less stinky
Linda, and he won't budge."

	"Stinky Aunt Linda?" I queried.

	"She smokes a lot of cigarettes and doesn't brush her teeth or
bathe regularly."

	I chuckled a bit at this.  "Isn't there anyone else he can get?
It's not that you're a baby that needs care, but probably someone to help
get you up in the morning for school, and a healthy breakfast and all that
nonsense."

	Little Rockstar nodded.  "It'd be nice he could find someone else,
ANYONE else, but there's nobody else!"

	"How about me?" I asked.  My heart stopped as I realized what I'd
said.  I had no right to volunteer to care for him.

	"It...might work.  You're sweaty now, but when I see you when you
come on shift, you smell nice."

	"I shower every day before I come in," I said with a smile.
"Busting my butt in the hundred degree heat in all black makes for sweaty
work."

	"Do you mind coming over to my place?  You probably need to talk to
my dad to convince him."

	"I could see if I could talk to him here.  I don't mind staying at
your place for a bit.  Once you're at school, I'll leave for my own place
and then go to work from there.  You get home, do your homework, and swing
by the store so I know you're all right."

	"That could work," he said with a bit of a smile.

	A few days later, it was all arranged.  Having spoken with
Rockstar, I was able to reason with him that his son would prefer me to
Aunt Linda for a caretaker.  I would sleep in the guest bedroom, and wake
Little Rockstar in the morning.  I'd make sure he was well fed, had his
schoolwork, and send him off.  I'd then go to my place so I could take care
of my own things.  For the final few days of summer, I'd make sure his
clothes were properly laundered, ironed, and put away.  Little Rockstar
would cut the grass and I'd keep the inside clean.

	The first night, it was nearly the end of summer break for him.
Since I was off that day, I made him dinner.  On the back porch was a
barbeque grill.  Checking it over, I saw it was in great shape.  Stacking
the charcoal briquettes, I silently asked for forgiveness from Hank Hill.
Hank, he who sold propane and propane accessories would not approve of
grilling steaks over charcoal.  Little Rockstar and I grilled steaks and
enjoyed our dinner as we watched the sun go down.

	I was washing the dishes when he came into the kitchen.  I was up
to my elbow in suds.  My family didn't have much money when I was growing
up, so I'd done dishes by hand a million times. It didn't bother me.

	"Hey.  I'm going to shower now and go to bed.  Need me to do
anything?"

	A thousand things went through my mind.  Did I need him to do
anything?  Yes.  Let me watch him shower.  Let him do me.  Let me run my
hands all over his slender body and shoot cum on his no doubt beautiful
chest.  Let me feel him enter me and shoot his load in me.  I was glad I
was facing the sink.

	"Nah, I'm good.  Don't slip, though."

	"Yeah, don't drop the soap!" he said this with a mischievous
twinkle in his eyes.  He left and soon I heard him enter the bathroom and
the shower began running.  Draining the sink, I wiped my hands dry and sat
on the couch.  I turned on the TV and flipped through the channels.  Not
having lawyer money, I didn't have cable and was as interested in the
commercials as I was in the programs.  Not everything was available on Hulu
or Netflix.  A little while later, he was out of the bathroom and was
sitting beside me on the couch.  He was dressed in blue basketball shorts
and an old t-shirt that had his school's mascot on it.

	"Hey Little Rockstar," I said as he sat down.

	"Hey," he said with a smile.  "Anything good on?"

	I handed him the remote control.  "Nothing that I like.  How about
you?"

	Soon, we were watching an action movie.  Cars and buildings
exploded.  I didn't mind that he was up late.  He didn't have school the
next day.  After a while, he began nodding off, and soon he was leaning
against me, sleeping.  Thirty minutes later, he was still sleeping, and I
decided to try and get him to bed.

	Slowly turning, I worked my left arm behind his back, and scooped
his legs into my right arm.  I lifted him up, bending backwards a bit so
his head would be on my chest.  I carried him to his room.  It was quite a
balancing act, using my foot to pull his blanket and sheets down.  I slid
him into his bed, my hand accidentally on purpose sliding under his soft
butt.  As his ass cheeks slid across my hand, I bit my lip and tried not to
cum in my pants.  Heaven.

	I pulled the sheets and blanket over him, and brushed some hair off
his forehead.  Resisting the urge to kiss him, I settled for something
else. Making sure he was adequately tucked in, I stepped back, and smiled
at the sleeping teenager, wishing I was in the bed with him.

	"Good night, Little Rockstar," I said softly.

	I went through the house, turning off the lights, and checking the
doors and windows were locked.  Setting the alarm, I then headed to the
guest room.  I stripped naked and got into bed.  My six inch cock was erect
and demanding attention.  It knew that I'd come in contact with ass and
demanded some release.  I was only too happy to comply.

	I reached into my overnight bag and pulled out a condom.  When I
packed, I honestly had no intention of them being used on anyone.  My
thought was that I couldn't spray my cum everywhere, so I'd jerk off with a
condom on, that would catch my load, and I could discreetly get rid of the
evidence.  No sheets or socks stiff with dried cum would out me.

	I ripped open the foil packet, and rolled the latex condom onto my
hard shaft.  I slowly began stroking it, picturing Little Rockstar as he
was in the shower.  Water cascaded over his shaggy light brown hair.  His
smiled flashed at me as he invited me into the shower, our cocks stiff with
excitement.  As I stroked myself to orgasm, a few moans escaped my lips.

	"Mmm.  Little Rockstar, right there.  Yeah.  You're so beautiful.
Oh, Little...I'm cumming!" this last part was louder than I'd wanted, but I
didn't care.  I was in the throes of orgasm.  Hips bucking, my cock pulsed
and throbbed beneath my hand as I kept stroking.  My cum shot from my
cock's tip, filling the condom.  I had my eyes closed as I rode the waves
of pleasure.

	Panting slightly, I kept my hand around my softening cock while I
came down from my orgasm high.  I took off the condom, making sure not to
spill any cum.  I tied it in a knot, and slid it in a small Ziploc bag I'd
brought for such an occasion.  Pulling on my gray boxer briefs, I pulled
the blanket over me and went to sleep.


	So now Chapter II is finished.  I hope you've enjoyed it and want
more.  Don't worry, there will be more.  While I would love to put out one
chapter a week, a few things prevent this.  I have multiple stories I'm
working on, so my attention is split.  Also, it's a busy time at work so I
don't have loads of free time.  Also also, I have carpel tunnel, so I can't
write as much as I'd like because blah blah wrists, blah blah pain.  But
don't worry.  I'm not quitting on the writing.  Also also also, I'm on
vacation later this month, and so I should be able to get some writing
done!  Questions?  Comments?  Smart remarks?  Recipes for chocolate chip
pancakes?  Feel free to message me, fullmetalocelot12@gmail.com