Date: Fri, 28 Dec 2018 22:25:55 +0000 (UTC)
From: Ron Roberti <sellingbuying32@yahoo.com>
Subject: Ronnie and Tom

Adult / YouthAuthor: Ronnie SavageEmail: Ronbo55@mail.com

This story is based on my personal experiences as a teen boy. Names have
been changed but you find the stories pretty autobiographical. If you enjoy
the stories and or had similar experiences please send me an email. I will
respond to them as time permits. Part 2 is already and will be submitted
soon.

Chapter 1

The day I turned 15 I picked up my work permit and got a job as a stock boy
at a local discount shoe store. Everyone was very nice, there was an older
sales women and a younger one in her early 20's who of course got me
excited every time I saw her. Being a 15 year old virgin made the sight of
a curvy, sexy 20 year old throw me into a tail spin.

Then there was Tom, he was my first boss and was in his mid 30's. He was a
bit chubby, balding at a young age and really not a very attractive man but
he was pleasant to be around and had a great sense of humor. Now of course
being attracted to women I didn't really consider myself an expert of the
attractiveness of men, LOL. He was very nice to me, always treated me well
and was complimentary of the job I was doing. So far so good. I liked the
job and was making a $1.65 per hour. I always liked to work as it got me
out of the house away from my very cold and mean stepmom. That's a story
for another time.

One day i was in the stock room and Tom walked in, he said he had something
to show me. He reached into his pocket and and pulled out a deck of what
appeared to be ordinary playing cards. Well it turned out that they were
pornographic playing cards. The assorted photos of women naked, spread
eagle, sucking cock and eating pussy, men fucking them,, everything
imaginable. Well as you can imagine it didn't take long for my excitement
to show. I found myself staring at the cards and adjusting my young male
cock in front of Tom. I was to say the least embarrassed and excused
myself. I kind of stayed away from Tom the rest of the day as I was
embarrassed to say the least. Every time he saw me he would get this
crooked little smile on his face. Well this type of thing went on for
several months. He would show me the cards, i would get a boner, adjust
myself.

It got to the point where I knew where he kept the cards hidden. So i would
sneak back to the storeroom, grab the cards and go into the washroom. I
would lower my pants and briefs and jerk off to the cards. I found out
later that he had make a small opening in the wall and he would watch me
jerk off and shoot ropes of cum to his delight. At 15 I already had a
decent bush, some hair on my legs and a still smooth ass. I weighted in at
about 145# with a 6" cut cock. This went on for a few more weeks, me
jerking off to the cards, he showing me the cards etc. Then one day when i
was looking through the cards with my pants tight as could be Tom came
closer and started rubbing my crotch for the first time. I pulled back but
was not completely shocked but in retrospect I could tell by the look in
his eyes that he knew he had me. He came closer, kissing my neck, while
rubbing my crotch, telling me how handsome I was and what a beautiful body
and bulge I had. I could see excitement in his pants too. I was so torn, my
Catholic upbringing made me feel shame but my 15 year old libido was
screaming. One thing to keep in mind is that things sucked at home. My
stepmom was a raving bitch, my dad traveled and when home paid no attention
to me or my younger brother or sisters. Basically there was no love or
affection from anyone in my life....until Tom. He paid attention to me,
cared for me, made me feel wanted. Of course all of these years later you
realize that he really wanted only one thing.....my hot teen body for his
pleasure.

So.....this teasing, rubbing, kissing etc. went on for a while longer. I
got to the point where i would go home after my shift and jerk off,
thinking of Tom and these new urges that ran though my young body.

Then one night Tom asked me if i could stay late and help him organize the
stock room for inventory...Sure no problem, let me just call home and have
my stepmom pick me up a bit latter than normal.

To be continued...

Author

Ronnie Savage