Date: Thu, 12 Jun 2014 06:59:05 -0700 (PDT) From: Hunter Wyatt Subject: Seducing the Sports Shop Assistant - 1 This story is a work of fiction, the first chapter out of two, potentially three. Any comments or suggestions can be sent to hwyatt6143@yahoo.com.au. If you like the story so far, please let me know. Would love to hear from you. This work is copyrighted by the author and may not be reproduced in any form without the specific written permission of the author. It is assigned to the Nifty Archives under the terms of their submission agreement but it may not be copied or archived on any other site without the written permission of the author. DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction, and any resemblance to those living or dead is not intentional, and is completely coincidental. SEDUCING THE SPORTS SHOP ASSISTANT - 1 "Hello, can I get some help?" A young voice with broad country accent. "Hang on, just a minute." The sports store assistant brushes his hands of dust from stacking old shoeboxes in the storeroom and walks quickly out to the store. He sees a young teenage guy browsing and turning up some of the x-trainers to examine the soles. The guy has a strong looking back accentuated by the light skimpy nylon singlet he is wearing. The white singlet has bright lime-green and orange stripes and is cut away to show off his balled shoulders and bunched-up lats. Very short mesh running shorts cling to his shapely melon-butt, showing off his slender thighs with a light smattering of blond hair. Unaware that anyone was watching, he reaches to scratch his left buttcheek, inadvertently raising the short hemline of his nylon shorts. Damn! Tony thought to himself. He has no underwear on and Tony could see the slight curvature where the butt cheek meets the boy's leg. Hearing the sound of approaching footsteps, the sporty teen turns away from the display. Still holding a single shoe sole up, he sees the assistant walking smartly towards him. Wow! Beau almost drops the shoe. The assistant is built like a bodybuilder. His strong jaw is set off by a pair of piercing green eyes, sexy five-o'clock shadow, some mature but fetching lines around his eyes, and gelled short dark hair. He has perfect pecs that sit proudly on his chest. Dark-looking nipples show through the white Footlocker polo tee he has on. He looked to be about in his mid-30s and very mature looking. "Hi, I'm Tony. How can I help?" Tony's deep but friendly voice washes over Beau like a gentle tidal wave. He can even detect a hint of mint in Tony's warm breath. "Oh, I'm just looking for some x-trainers as I'm thinking of getting into some serious training and I want to get some good support for my feet. But there's just too many models of shoes to choose from!" "Well, let me just close up the shop here so that nobody else comes in. We are close to shutting time and I need to make sure that I can get out of here on time." "Cool." As Tony closes up the store, Beau is captivated by Tony's fit-looking arse encased in a pair of tight-fitting grey trackpants. The seam went straight into the middle of his arse, framing two hot muscular buns. As Tony walks back to Beau, Beau sees a pronounced looking bulge in the trackpants bouncing along with Tony's macho walk. "Okay, mate. Let's see here. Why don't we start from that shoe you're holding? It's a pretty good shoe. Used to have it myself." Beau self-consciously sits down. He's painfully aware that he has no underwear on. He decided not to wear any because the sports store was just within walking distance from his home. He'd just come back from a run (he liked to run with no underwear on) and thought that he would pop into the store to have a look. He didn't think that there would be this hunk of an assistant on duty. As he sits, try as he might, Beau could not stop the short hemline of his shorts from slipping up his thighs. Before he could stop himself from fully putting his weight on the seat, his shorts had pulled all the way up his thigh. He could feel a sudden draft down there and with a sinking feeling he knew what had happened. Looking down in embarrassment, he could see the head of his cock and one right ball sitting blatantly right there in the right opening of his shorts. He looked quickly up at Tony but Tony wasn't looking at him. Tony's full attention was on what Beau was so blatantly exposing. As Beau realised this, he became aroused and his cock started to expand and rise in fits and spurts. He could even smell his sweat and piss starting to rise up because he hadn't bothered to shower. Tony's eyes widened at the sight of Beau's sizeable cock lengthening so dramatically and so quickly and wrinkled his nose at the pungent smell. He could even see a few of Beau's blond cock-hairs sprouting from underneath the shorts. "Oh shit, I'm sorry sir." Beau stuttered, and because he was so flustered, said "sir. He immediately stood up. But because his cock was already hard, it bounced up and down instead, its big mushroom cap glowing red and a drooling lick of pre-cum flicked up and hit Tony in the face. Beau quickly pulled the hem over his now very-hard cock. Tony suddenly remembered to pull his eyes away from the display. He licked the droplet of precum sliding down his lips and tasted the saltiness of Beau's sweaty cock. "Oh don't worry, we're here to help in whatever way we can. I'll just go to the storeroom and find some great looking shoes for you. You just sit down and relax." The hunky salesman turned and walked away, still dazed from what had happened. Beau, feeling a lot more comfortable now knowing that Tony was at least somewhat interested in Beau, decided to make himself comfortable in the shop. He had been flustered, but now that he knew Tony's inclinations, he suddenly grew more confident. Feeling horny and a little reckless, Beau shucked off his shorts, found where the seams were weakened at the base of the shorts through prolonged use and tore a huge hole where his cock and balls would have been. Smiling to himself, his heart racing, he put his shorts back on, adjusting his cock and balls to make sure that they would fall through the hole. He then waited in a nonchalant posture. Tony came back with three or four pairs of shoes and knelt down in front of Beau, his head bent down intent on fitting the shoes on Beau. "I'll just help you get these on." Beau made a sound of agreement, then opened his legs wide as he stretched his foot forward. Tony caught a whiff of cock-sweat and dick-cheese and inadvertently looked up to find the source. The first thing he saw was the big hole in Beau's shorts. As Beau stretched his legs wide, his fat cock slipped through the hole, resting indolently on two oval balls moving lazily around its sticky sacs. As Tony watched, entranced, Beau's dick twitched and started rising, his balls churning in their sacs. "Oh sorry, I must have torn my shorts while running. It must be confronting for you to see this." Beau made to cover up his exposed twitching dick. "Well, young man, you should have found better shorts to put on than these old ones then. You shouldn't be exposing yourself in public like this." Tony, suddenly understanding Beau's game, decided to take a different tack, ditching polite courtesy with dominant machismo. Beau was surprised by Tony's sudden change in tone. His natural submissiveness came to the fore without him even realising it. "Oh, but I was too lazy to put on underwear. Ermm, can you stop staring?" Beau pretended to be awkward and tried to cover his dick ineffectually. "Well, you should have thought about that when you came out without putting on your underwear, boy." Tony was still staring at Beau's hands, trying to catch glimpses of his elusive dick behind. "Err, excuse me, can you stop staring?" "What are schools teaching young kids these days? When speaking to your elders, you should end every sentence with a "sir" or with a "mister." In my case, you should call me Mister Armstrong." "Oh I'm sorry. My bad. Er...Mister Armstrong." Beau said meekly, as if he was being rebuked by a stern schoolmaster. "But yeah, could you stop staring, sir? I'm feeling embarrassed!" Tony decided that he was going to teach Beau a good lesson for his cock-teasing. Beau was an extremely young kid with a hot adolescent body that was just only coming out of its awkward gangly phase. He knew that Beau knew that he had a hot body and wanted to show off his body, thinking that he could lead people on and then get away without any consequences. Well, today was the day that Beau was going to learn a cockteaser's lesson. "Why should I stop staring, you little cockteaser? Take your hands away and start putting these damn shoes. You're wasting my time!" Tony grabbed Beau's hand roughly and slapped them away from his crotch, accidentally brushing against Beau's dick and causing it to flop side to side. The almost-flaccid again dick started filling with blood and twitched. "Oh but I'll be exposed if I don't cover myself up, Mister Armstrong!" Beau said slyly, putting on a whiny sissy voice. "Hey!" Tony said in a very commanding and deep but sexy voice. He stood up and put his hands on his hips, his manly crotch encased in the grey trackpants just inches away from Beau's adolescent asking-for-it mouth. Beau felt the manly heat emanating from Tony's crotch and could see dark sexy tummy hair peeking out above Tony's waistband. "Eyes up here, boy! Just put on the damn shoes." Beau felt a thrill shoot through him at the sound of Tony's commands and he felt his cock spill a little pre-cum on the floor. Tony's eyes widened. Beau finished putting on the shoes and looked up at Tony expectantly, his innocent but handsome teenage face flushed with sexual excitement. "Alright, now we'll get you doing some exercise with those shoes to see if they suit you, boy." "Do I have to, sir? I mean, what with my shorts in this condition!" Tony bent down and cupped Beau's face with his big gruff hand. "Just do it." "Well, what do you want me to do, Mister Armstrong? Please don't tell me to jog on the spot." Beau said, putting on a pleading tone. Tony knew that Beau wanted him to do exactly that, but he decided that he would take things a bit slowly at first. "You'll do exactly as I say, boy. Now walk up and down the shop for me. I want to see how those shoes fit you." Beau was a little disappointed at the easiness of the activity, but he had to follow the orders. Beau, however, thought of a sly idea. "Hey Tony, those shoes over there look great, don't they?" Beau pretended to be interested in a pair of shoes right at the other end of the shop. As Tony turned to look, Beau stood up quickly and pulled his worn shorts higher up his waist, so that his buttcheeks were completely exposed due to the short hemline of the shorts and his succulent shaved but bulbous scrotal sacs hung lusciously like ripe grapefruit ready for the picking. As Tony turned back at Beau's movement, his eyes widened with lust at the sight of Beau's wanton display. Beau caught sight of Tony's look and the fact of his own naughtiness turned him on, so that his softened cock started its journey up again, its mushroom head expanding with blood and pushing up against the thin cloth of the shorts. Beau pretended not to notice and as he walked past Tony, managed to brush his balls against Tony's hand. Beau pretended to stumble, catching hold of Tony's wide and manly chest and straddling Tony's outstretched hand, his warm heated balls nestling sexily into Tony's unwary hand. Shocked at Beau's forwardness but glad as well, Tony took the opportunity to squeeze Beau's balls, rolling them about in his palm like a pair of goose eggs. "Careful there, boy, looks like you're not used to the shoes yet." Tony rolled the balls roughly, wanting to punish the boy for his sluttiness. Beau felt the roughness of Tony's callused hands squash his big shaved boy balls and gave little girlish squeals, his slim body writhing against Tony's strongly muscled upper torso like a hussy in heat. "Oh Mister Armstrong, you're hurting me. Oh oh oh, my balls...your rough hand....oh, I feel so helpless, oh...what are you doing to poor little balls...!" "Oh shut up, you big sissy. This is what you want, isn't it, you fucking boy-whore!" "No, no, what are you talking about? I just innocently tripped and fell against your strong body, that's all! And my balls slipped out and fell into your big strong manly hands! I can't help it....it's not my fault that you've got a strong grip and it's hurting my balls....ooh oooooohhh....Mister Armstrong! Ooooh, you're squashing my balls.....!" Beau finished his moans with a sissy shriek, his butt writhing with fake pain. Tony could see Beau's butt in the mirror and as Beau wriggled his butt seductively, the shorts tore some more. Beau could feel the draft of air against his exposed buttermilk melon butts and he thought, "hmm...time to up the game a bit! Oh, i'm such a naughty slutwhore!" And thinking that, as Tony continued to massage his balls roughly like a construction worker, Beau opened his legs wide like a prostitute, his big butt cheeks tearing the back of his shorts. Beau felt the draft against his anus and he knew that his anus would be visible to Tony in the mirror and as he turned his face up to see where Tony's piercing eyes were, he saw that they were zoomed in on his naked exposed anus. And in that instant, Beau willed his anus to open, his muscles relaxing as much as they could and as Tony's eyes widened with shock, Beau could feel that his anus had dilated wide, a gaping hole formed by his juicy ass-lips. "You're a right little cuntboy, aren't you, you little sissy fuckwhore!" And with uncontrollable lust, Tony jabbed three fingers into that gaping hole. Even Beau was too shocked to respond and as the feelings of pleasure shot through his body through his anus, Beau could feel his whole body being lifted up by Tony's three fingers jabbed deep into his hole. And Beau shrieked at the top of his voice, his voicebox cracking into a girlish castrati squeal. "OH, what are you doing? Oh, I never asked you to do that! What are you thinking? Oh my ass....oh my poor little hole...why have you got three fingers up my ass....take them out now...you brute....you horrible rapist...my poor innocent hole....oh, Mister Armstrong....oh...stop fucking me with your fingers. It hurts so much...!" All the while, Beau continued to writhe against Tony's big strong body, his rippling muscles forming a masculine counterpoint against Beau's pubescent young teenage hairless male body. Tony laughed a lecherous laugh, his gruff voice sounding sexy against Beau's ear. "What, are you regretting opening your hole like a fucking wanton whore in my shop? You knew I was looking and right when I looked, you opened up your hole like a fucking dam....you can't blame me my fingers if they want to go inside that red loose hole of yours...it looks like two cocks can go in at the same time, so three fingers can't be too bad...even if my fingers are thicker than most men's fingers, but you wouldn't know that because you're just a fucking sissy boy aren't you...you like feeling my strong manly body against your sissy body don't you? Answer me boy!" "Nooooo, noooooooo.....stop it......I'm not like that at all....." Beau whimpered, bouncing his backside up and down on Tony's fingers, glancing slyly up at Tony's stern gaze, his square jaw set in a snarl. "What, you still deny it, you wretched boy. I think you need a lesson in speaking the truth!" With that, Tony pulled his fingers out swiftly from Beau's hole, causing a sucking sound, set Beau down on his feet roughly and with one swift motion, tore off Beau's flimsy shorts with an aggressive swipe. Beau almost lost his footing and as the shorts came ripping off with a sharp tearing sound, Beau's engorged teenage cock flopped out, its ten inches bouncing up and down madly, the two scrotal eggs jiggling about uncontrollably. In another swift tearing motion from the centre of Beau's singlet, Beau's toned hairless chest was exposed. The thrill of the shocking disrobement caused Beau's penis to eject a long continuous stream of pre-cum from the depths of Beau's balls, shooting the pre-cum right at Tony's own swollen crotch. Tony stared incredulously at Beau's wanton display of sexual heat and in a blind rage at Beau's shooting of his precum at him, in two swift followup motions, Tony tore off his polo-tee and his trackpants with a display of brutal strength, his crazed sex-drive heightening his raw strength. Tony now stood naked next to Beau, Tony standing a good head taller than Beau. There could not be a greater difference between their bodies. To be continued....