Date: Fri, 15 Dec 2017 11:10:35 +0000
From: polarlord@hushmail.com
Subject: Old Butchers Shop Chp 3 (Gay  A/Y)

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Continued... Part 3

I spent the rest of the evening at home, mostly in my bedroom
playing games on the Xbox. Mum had gone out somewhere,
probably the neighbour's house. I just couldn't really get into
the game play. I seemed to have an erection all the time,
despite wanking off four times. I was really dirty just letting my
juice squirt into those stained undies I was wearing, coating on
top of Tommy's dried cum. My mind kept replaying the events
which had taken place in Tommy's garage, wondering how I'd
have reacted if he gone all-the-way. I'm not gay. It would have
been sexual abuse or rape. Wouldn't it? I knew I would have
resisted and not let him get his big fat thing in me, even if he
just insisted on a blow job. I think if he'd just jerked me off, I
might have let him do that. It doesn't make me gay does it. Not
like kissing other boys and stuff. Eventually I just drifted off to
sleep on top of my bed. I was awoken by the sound of Rocky
barking and greeting mum at the front door.

She called up the stairs, "Philip, are you in the house? It's 8.30
and Rocky needs to go out for a walk."

I stumbled down stairs pulling on my fleece jacket then clipped
Rocky's leash to his collar.

"So have you done anything today? Other than playing games
on your Xbox all day. Did you find Billy?" She stopped and
sniffed the air above me. "Oh you smell rank, a typical teenage
boy.  It's a shower for you and into your pyjamas when you get
back from the walk. Then bed by 10 tonight. How did you get
sawdust all over your jeans?"

"Aw mom, I can change in the morning."

"Nonsense, I've not raised you as a bear. You'll shower. Look,
even Rocky thinks you smell interesting."

I pushed the dog's snout away from my crotch and led him out
of the house. He knew the route for his normal walk, I just had
to follow. I hoped he didn't do a poop for me to scoop. I hate
doing that. On my return I showered and slipped naked into my
PJ's. I remembered to put my clothes in the wash basket, but
decided to hide my undies. I didn't want any awkward questions
from Mum. I'd wash them when she was next out all day. She'd
made sure I knew how to use the washing machine.

"Night Mom. I'm off to bed."

"Come down here and give your mother a kiss. You know you
missed your father's phone call?"

"He'd have just wanted to talk about boring work or his posh
hotel. He never asks me what I do or about my friends."

"Hey, you smell nice again. You really needed that shower.
Where did you put your dirty clothes?"

"I threw them all in the trash bin. You'll just have to buy me new
ones tomorrow."

"Tough luck kid. You're the one who'll have to walk around
naked tomorrow. Now, off to bed with you. Remember, lights
out by 10.  I'm working again tomorrow. So it will be an early
start again."

I spent a while on-line chatting to Billy, before slipping into bed.
We'd arranged to meet up the following day. Afterwards, it took
me a while to get to sleep that night. As I lay tossing and turning
in bed I made the decision. I wouldn't tell Mum about Mr Jones
and his garage. It was my fault really that he'd got me naked.
He'd touched my private bits and shown me his, even got me
hold his knob, but he hadn't hurt me. I'd just stay away from his
place in future.

Rocky woke me at 7 am by bouncing on me. Mum was standing
by the bed with a cup of tea.

"Good morning Sleepy Head. Breakfast is at 7.30 and I'm leaving
at eight."

I groaned and pulled the covers over my head when she left the
room with Rocky in pursuit. I could feel my PJ's sticking to my
lower belly. The cloth was stiff as I pulled it away. It had been
months I'd last had a wet dream. More washing for me to do in
secret. Mum had told me not to worry about it and she didn't
mind washing my stained clothes. "It-was-all-part-of-growing-
up."  But I didn't want to give her "Too Much Information."

Little Philip had woken up now and was demanding attention
from me. In a few minutes, I was grabbing a tissue from the box
conveniently placed, by Mum, on the bedside table.  Then
before I could doze off in bed, it was time to go and have
breakfast with her. She hated to eat breakfast alone.

"So what are you planning for today young man? I don't want
you staying in all day just playing on your Xbox all day it's a
waste of your weekend."

"Well, I was planning to go out with my Mum and visit a
museum."

"Don't Phil. You know I can't avoid going into work today. I was
supposed to be off, but things went wrong."

"Nah, don't worry. I'm going out with Billy. We fixed it up last
night. We're going fishing all day. His mum is going out shopping
with Julie for her wedding dress so they'll be out most of the
day."

"Okay, that's good, but don't forget to walk Rocky and come
back at lunch time to let him out for a while. Look, I have to go
now or I'll be late. Can I leave you to wash up the breakfast
things?"

"Aw Ma! it's going to cost you. Loads of money."

"Well here's a tenner. You can use it to buy you and Billy some
fish and chips for lunch. Bye darling."

She swept up her bag, leaving the money on the kitchen table.
She left the house through the back door. I finished up and
walked the dog for a good hour including a ball game in the
park. On my return I loaded up my fishing gear and jumped on
my bike. I'd arranged to meet Billy at our favourite spot by the
river.  As I arrived, my mobile phone rang. It was Billy.

"I'm really sorry Phil. Plans have changed. The wedding dress
lady is sick and can't meet Julie. So Mum's taking me to the
tailor to get measured for my wedding clothes. I can come out
this afternoon though if you like."

"Aw that's a bummer Billy. I'm already here by the river. I think
I'll stay and see what I can catch. Give me a call when you're
free."

I finished the call and turned to open my fishing tackle box. As I
turned, I stumbled and fell against my bike which was laying on
the ground behind me. My foot pushed against the front wheel
and through the spokes.

"Fuck, that hurt."

I checked the bike. It looked okay at first but when I spun the
wheel I could see I'd bent the wheel rim and broken a spoke. I
needed the bike in good condition to get to school. I'd have get
it fixed this weekend. Dad had bought the bike for me as a
thirteenth birthday present from the local bike shop. It had been
delivered gift wrapped by them to our home on the morning of
my birthday. I knew they did repairs as well, so I decided to take
it there and get them to fix it. I had some birthday savings that
could use to pay for the fix. No need to tell mum and dad that
I'd broken my bike. I picked up my fishing rod and tackle box and
carefully wheeled my damaged cycle toward the bike shop. It
was not far, about half a mile.

I'd almost reached the bike shop, when I realised I was going to
pass outside the Old Butcher's Shop. I'd forgotten it was on the
same street. I walked faster to avoid meeting Tommy Jones. Just
as I reached the front door of the old butcher shop, it opened
and Tommy stepped out with a shopping bag in his hand. I
crashed into him again.

"Ouch!  You again, Phil. We can't keep meeting like this. I don't
think my balls can take handle bars crashing into them again."

"Oh. I'm sorry Mr Jones. I didn't mean it. Anyway I was nowhere
near your balls with my bike."

"How come you're not riding it. Just pushing it along the
pavement?"

"I've fucked up the front wheel. I was taking it for repairs before
Mom sees it."

Tommy leant over the bike to inspect the front wheel.

"Yes, I see what you mean Philip. You can't ride that can you. If
you like I can fix it for you. I've worked in a bike shop before. I've
still got the tools to do it. Free of charge."

I carefully considered his offer for at least a tenth of a second.

"Thanks Mr Jones, but I'll take it to the bike shop. I'm almost
there."

"Well, I wish you luck, they are always slow and also expensive.
If you change your mind, I'll be in for the next 30 minutes. I need
to change my trousers, these have got tyre marks on them."

I blushed and offered the ten pound note I had from Mum as
lunch money.

"I'm sorry Mr Jones. I'll pay the cleaning bill. It was an accident."

"No need for that. I was only teasing you Philip. As I said, if you
change your mind, just knock on the door I'll be here for a
while."

"Okay, Bye Mr Jones. I really am sorry about running you over
again."

I continued on to the cycle shop and lifted the bike through their
front door. The man behind the counter looked up.

"Hey kid, what can I do for you?  I recognise that bike."

"I've bust the front wheel. Can you fix it?"

He inspected the wheel, sucking his teeth in the process.

"We don't sell that make of bike any more. They were too
expensive to repair and people used to complain. That's why we
let your dad have it half price."

"But can you fix it? I need it for school next week."

"I can, but it will take a while, and we're really busy at the
moment. We'll need to order parts and they'll be slow. I'd say
about four weeks."

"Four weeks for a wheel rim! You must be kidding. How much
would it cost?"

"I don't think you'll see much change out of one hundred
pounds, kid. And we'd need a fifty percent deposit up front.
How about I sell you a new bike instead, these new ones are a
lot cheaper to repair too."

I slammed the shop door as I left.

Tommy had a broad smile on his face as he answered the front
door of the Old Butcher's Shop.

"I thought you'd back. Those guys are real sharks, even if you
are just a kid they'll try it on. Bring your bike into the hall and
we'll have a closer look."

I pushed my bike through the door. Tommy pushed the heavy
door closed with a solid thunk.

"Leave your rod and tackle in the hall. We'll take your bike into
the cellar and have a closer look. We should be able to fix it
today unless there some real damage."

He lifted the bike and carried it to another heavy old wooden
door further down the hall. He lifted the latch and swung the
door open. Stone steps led down into darkness. He flicked on a
light switch and continued down the worn steps.

"Come on Phil, follow me. As you can see it's a massive cellar. It
goes right under the house. I have a workshop down here. They
used to store the beef carcases down here when it was a
butcher's shop. It always stays cool down here."

There were several large rooms with domed brickwork arches as
the ceiling. The brickwork was painted white and there was
good lighting throughout. Iron rods spanned the arches. These
bars were just above Tommy's head. In one of the side rooms
there was a large wooden workbench. An expensive looking
bedside cabinet was standing on the bench.

Tommy put the bike upside down on the floor ready for
inspection. He followed my gaze.
"Ah, I see you're admiring my latest project. I'm building this
cabinet using ash and oak wood, it's almost finished. I just need
to varnish the wood. I cut the trees down a couple of years ago
specially to season the wood for the cabinet. I even make the
varnish from scratch. The solvent I use for the varnish has quite
a smell, so I need to wear a respirator when I'm working with it."

He inspected the wheel closely and then measured the
distortion.

"I think I can fix this without too much work. How do you want
to pay? Cash or in-kind?" He smirked at me as he asked the last
question.

"Tommy, are you being a pervert again? You dirty old man. I've
got some money. I can pay."

"I was only joking. It shouldn't cost anything. I've got some spare
wheel spokes upstairs in a cupboard. You stay safe down here
while I go get them. Whatever you do, while I've gone, don't
sniff that can of varnish. It would make you feel woozy.  I'll be
back in a couple of minutes."

He disappeared from sight, leaving me alone in the cellar. I idled
the time away checking out all the tools he had in his workshop.
He seemed to have been gone for a long time. I was intrigued by
the varnish he'd made. Using a screwdriver I levered up the lid
of the can and looked inside. It looked just like ordinary varnish
like I'd seen a decorator use in our house. It was maybe a bit
runny compared to the proper stuff. I cautiously sniffed it. It
didn't smell too bad, kind of a sweet smell. I felt a nice sensation
rush through my body, wow, this stuff has quite a kick to it. I
took a deeper long sniff of the fumes.

I came back to consciousness in another room. I was laying in
the middle of a large comfortable bed in a bedroom. Tommy
was sitting next to the bed.

"You couldn't resist it could you. I told you not to sniff the
varnish. You've been out for a while, but you should be okay.
Though your body might ache a bit for a few hours or you might
have a sore throat for a couple of days, but there'll be be no
long term effects. Its happened to me before. I took your shoes
and socks off so they would mark the bed cover."

He rested his hand gently on my upper thigh as he spoke.

"I've got a bit of a headache, but otherwise I feel okay. This is a
comfy bed. Is it yours?"

He slid his hand up to my hip, paused a moment then slid it
under my shirt to gently caress the bare skin up to my nipple. I
didn't object. His touch was a nice sensation and I felt Little
Philip respond between my legs. Tommy stroked me a few more
times from thigh to nipple before moving away. By this time I
was fully erect within my jeans.

"You need to lay there another half hour or so, just to make sure
you are okay. I'll go down to the cellar and fix your bike. If you
need the bathroom, it is just along the corridor. Shout if you
need anything."

I dozed off for a while then woke feeling the need to pee. Sliding
off the comfortable bed I quietly sought out the toilet Tommy
had described. After a bit of a struggle I eased Little Philip out
and relieved myself in the toilet pan. As I tried to put him away I
realised my underpants were not quite right. Slipping my jeans
down I realised I must have put my underpants on inside out
when I'd dressed that morning. I took my jeans off to correct the
situation, then I noticed my shirt didn't feel right either. I'd
buttoned it wrongly and the button holes were not correctly
aligned with the correct buttons.  I buttoned my shirt correctly
and put my underpants on the right way round followed by my
jeans. As I left the bathroom I heard voices downstairs. I
recognised Tommy's voice.

"Hey thanks for the help. It's speeded things up no end."

I'd heard the other man's voice before, but I couldn't place it.

"No problem, thanks for the call. That bike's cheap to repair and
we've got loads of parts in stock."

"You can get your reward once the training is complete."

I heard the front door close and Tommy walked down the stairs
into the cellar. I then heard him carry my bike back up into the
hallway.  I returned to the bed and lay quietly on top. In a few
minutes time he returned to the bedroom.

"How are you feeling now Philip?  I've brought you a drink of
orange juice. It will help stop the headache."

I sat up and took a sip of the proffered drink. Aside from the
orange flavour, it tasted metallic, almost plastic.  Billy's warning
rang through my mind. It might not be a good idea to swallow
the drink.

"Thanks, but I'll give it a miss. The headache has gone anyway."

"No problem. I've been able to fix your bike while you were
dozing. You'd best let your folks know  you were delayed a
couple of hours."

"No one's at home right now Dad's abroad and Mum won't be
back to five, but I am supposed to walk our dog. What's the
time?"

"It's almost one o'clock. I can do us some lunch if you like. I'm
sure your dog won't mind waiting a bit longer."

"One o'clock! How long was I out with those varnish fumes."

"Oh, not too long. Don't worry about it.  If you like, we have
plenty of time to continue the game we played in the garage
yesterday."

"Look, I told you I'm not gay. You can't fuck me."

"Just lay back and relax. I know you are not ready to be fucked
yet, but you can still have some fun."

He gently pushed me back on to the bed and loosened my jeans
belt, clasp and zip fly. I didn't resist. He gently eased my jeans
down to my knees, before pulling them off over my bare feet. I
raised my legs to allow their removal.

"I'm not gay."

"Hush, just enjoy this. I won't hurt you."

He tugged at my shirt and unbuttoned the front. I sat up and let
him pull it off my body then lay back on the bed. My decency
was guarded only by my underpants. Little Philip was hard
against my lower belly, but still covered. I could feel my face
burning with a blush.

"Your move next Philip. Prove to me you want to take the next
step in the game. Make a move."

I reached for the zip of his jeans. He stopped my hands and
guided them to the waist band of my undies. I can't explain why,
but my hands took the hint and slid my undies down my thighs.
He completed the motion and pulled my undies right off my
legs. I was now at his mercy, a totally naked 13 year old boy on
the bed of a self confessed paedophile. I knew I should be
embarrassed laying naked in front of him, but it felt okay. My
heart was pounding and I thought my stiff cock would explode.
He gently stroked my naked body from nipple to thigh. It sent
wild feelings through my body. I arched my back to try to push
my cock under his hands, but he avoided it.

"Whoa. You're well into this ain't you? Is it giving you sexy
feelings? I so love your cute ginger pube hair. What's your knob
size?  Four inches I'd guess. So many things we can do. I want to
check out all of your sexy little body. Turn over and kneel on all
fours on the bed, with your ass towards me."

I complied with his request. As I turned into the position I
thought: "OMG, this is it! He's going to fuck me. He can't, his
cock is too big."

"Tommy, please don't fuck me. I'm not gay. You're too big."

"Hush little one. Your cherry is safe. I've told you. It won't
happen unless you ask me to do it. This is all about you enjoying
the experience. All I want to feel your sexy body all over. It will
make you feel so good."

As I knelt on the bed I heard him undressing behind me. Okay,
I'll confess. So I had read and jerked off to stories online about
gay young boys getting fucked, but I didn't think it would be
ever happening to me. I'm not even gay. I looked over my
shoulder. He was approaching me, his hard erection leading the
way. He had a tube of stuff in his hand. He stopped just behind
me, the tip of his cock touching my bare buttock. He put the
tube on the bed, then he stroked and massaged my ass cheeks
with his hands.

"Oh Philip, you have a wonderful ass. It feels so good. It is so
smooth. Your ass hole looks so gorgeous and fuckable."

I felt his hands spreading my ass cheeks and then I think he was
touching my ass hole, but I couldn't feel it. It was numb with
almost no sensation.

"Are you touching my ass hole? I told you I don't want to be
fucked. You can do anything else you want, but don't rape me."

"Patience young man, but thank you for the permission to do
anything else. I'm just going to put some cream on your ass. It's
called Preparation H. It reduces swelling and reduces infection.
It might feel a bit cold."

He squeezed some cream from the tube on to his finger, then he
smeared some on my numb ass hole. I couldn't feel too much,
but I did feel it when he popped a finger inside my ass and
wriggled it around. I knew from the stories I'd read that this was
lubing and stretching my ass ready for it to be fucked by a cock.
I'd not seen any condoms around. He was going to do it bare
and I'd be going home with a bum full of cum. I wriggled and
tried to push him out, but his invading finger only burrowed
deeper into my ass. A couple of times he touched something
inside which made me groan and sent shivers through my knob.

Suddenly he pulled his finger out from my ass and grabbed my
waist, his hands clamped either side then pulled my body back
towards his cock. I reached back and felt his weapon. There was
no condom, it was slippery and hard. He pushed forward with a
thrust of his hips. I felt his cock slide deep under my body until
his hot tip was lifting my balls.

"Squeeze your legs tight around my cock Philip. It's not fucking,
but close enough. It's called frottage."

I squeezed my upper legs tightly around his hot tube of flesh as
he started slow fucking motions. At the same time his hand
reached under me and grasped my erection. He started to jerk
me off in time to his fucking motions. My worries drifted away
as I accepted the sensations rushing through my body. It felt
really good, I hadn't realised I was so sensitive between my balls
and my bottom. Each thrust from him slipped his hard shaft
under my balls, lifting them and sending tingles through me. I
started to push back with my hips to meet his travel.  At one
point he pulled back too far and his cock slipped out from
between my legs. On his next inward stroke his cock tip pressed
firmly against my widening ass hole. His hand around my cock
increased the intensity of the stroking. I froze awaiting the
penetration. I knew I wouldn't attempt to stop him from taking
my virginity. He paused and readjusted himself to go back to the
frottage position between my legs.

Soon it was all too much and my body jerked in spasm as I
sprayed cum on to the bed below me. Wave upon wave of
shudders shook my young body and I was jerking back against
him. I collapsed forward onto the bed cover into a pool of my
cum and Tommy followed on top of me. We lay still for a while,
then he lifted his body on his arms and slid his still hard cock up
and down my ass crack several times, his goo was lubricating
everything. He stopped with the head of his cock resting against
my opening, pushing gently.  I lay quietly enjoying the
sensations.

"Phil, I think you are ready now. Do you want me to go all the
way."

My treacherous body pushed back against the welcome
pressure. Inviting the entry. Fortunately, my good upbringing
and sex education at school intervened.

"No Tommy, not yet. It's all too sudden. You don't even have a
condom on."

He groaned and rolled off me.

"You're right I guess. I don't want you to regret sex with me.
Sometime in the future, perhaps? What we've done today was
more than I could ever have hoped for.  You'd best get dressed
and home to look after your dog."

He threw on a robe as I dressed. When I was ready, I followed
him down the stairs to retrieve my bike and fishing tackle. The
front wheel looked as though it was new.

"What do I owe you for the wheel?"

"Nothing apart from a kiss."

He leaned into me and his lips touched mine. I responded and
returned the kiss for at least ten seconds. It was the first time I'd
ever kissed a man and it didn't seem wrong.

Continues...

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