Date: Sun, 28 Dec 2014 09:29:23 +0000 (UTC) From: penny cox Subject: Weekend Job I didn't tell Mum, but the man in the shop where I worked, used to touch me up almost every day. I'd only been there a few weeks. It was a grocers shop selling fruit and veg, and all I had to do was to keep the display areas stocked. It started as a sort of "Accidental" touching. A slight touch of my bottom or rubbing himself against me as he came passed. By the end of the first month, I was starting to like Bob doing it to me.. Mum knew the man, so I thought he could be trusted, but by month 3 he was putting his arm around my waist and cuddling me every couple of hours. After a few weeks, I grew to accept this and even started to like it. I wanted to let him know that I liked his attentions, but didn't know how. At school I was very much involved in daily wanks in the toilets with boys of any age, from first year boys with hairless cocks to senior boys with masses of curly hair around a nice thick cock. I had started to wonder what Bobs cock would look and feel like. I decided to start wearing my gym shorts, nice navy blue cotton. Last years shorts so they were a bit tight. The next weekend Bobs hand slid across my bottom cheeks, and I let out a little moan. "Are you ok" he asked. As I nodded he told me how nice I looked in my shorts. I had noticed that whenever the shop was quiet, he'd come over and stand by me, so I started to bend over the stacks of veg so that my shorts would go tight over my bottom. I knew he'd be looking. One or two of the senior boys liked to touch me and I loved it, feeling their hands sliding down inside my y-fronts, caressing my bare bottom cheeks, and then sliding round to the front and playing with my little schoolboy cock till it went all stiff. I had started to think about Bobs hand doing the same. Later that same day, as I bent over some potato sacks, I felt his hand brush across my bottom cheeks. The shop was empty so I let out a soft moan, but in my high voice it sounded like a girls voice. He stopped, but after a couple of minutes, did it again, but let his hand stay there, cupped over one bottom cheek. Oh, it felt lovely. The shop door opened, and he had to go and serve. I went behind the counter and stood beside the till as he finished serving. As the shop door closed, his arm slide around my shoulder, pulling me to him, then it slid downwards till it was once again cupped over one of my bottom cheeks. I let out a very soft moan of pleasure. The hand gentle squeezed my bottom cheek, then slid across to the other one, and started to carress, squeeze and fondle. Sunday was coming to an end and Bob gave me a last job to do. I had to sweep the shop floor and clean the little kitchen and toilet at the back of the shop. I'd finished cleaning the kitchen and was in the tiny toilet, when I heard the shop door being closed and locked. I wriggled my shorts down an inch or two to show off a bit of schoolboy bottom, and carried on cleaning. "Oh there you are" I heard him say "I hope you're doing a good job.....let me see" He squeezed in beside me and looked around, then his hand rested on my back and slid down to my bottom. "Oh look here" he whispered "You're showing a little bit of milky white bottom." His fingers gripped the elastic waistband of my shorts, pulled it out an inch or so and let it go. "Ping" was the sound as it slapped against my back. He did it again and again, then it stopped, but I felt the elastic being pulled strongly away. I wondered what he was doing, then I heard "You're not wearing any underpants are you"? As I shook my head he asked "Why". "It's the school rule" I whispered ever so softly "We're not allowed to wear any pants under our gym shorts. Is that a problem"? I asked hoping he'd say no. "No of course not" he stuttered "You carry on wearing shorts". "Do you like me in them Bob"? I asked, turning my head to look at him. "Yes, yes I do" he sighed and began to push a hand down under the waistband of my shorts. I watched it disappear up to the wrist and felt the fingers cup one cheek. I let out another little sigh, and leant forward, resting my arms in the cistern and looking down into the toilet pan, remembering that I get the older boys to spurt their cum into the water, when I wank them off at school. The hand was pulled out but in seconds I felt my shorts being slowly pulled down. "Oh you've got a gorgeous bottom" Bob whispered " I must see it before you go home. That's ok isn't it"?I didn't answer, but the shorts were still being pulled down. Soon they were on the ground, around my ankles, and I managed to step out of them and kick them to one side. He soon had one hand on each cheek, squeezing and caressing. It felt lovely. I just kept quiet, and leaning forward. To give Bob a clue that I was enjoying being molested, I opened my feet a foot or so. I felt one hand being removed, and soon after, heard the familiar sound of a belt and trousers being undone. I looked round in time to see Bobs trousers drop to the floor and looked at his bulging y-fronts. Then he hooked his fingers over the waistband of his own pants and tugged. Suddenly his fully erect cock was on display. A nice big helmet, thick shaft and lots of curly hair. Oh, I wanted to play with it. Instead Bob eased it in between my cheeks and began to work it up and down along between my cheeks, and each time it brushed across my boy-hole, I let out a big sigh. He held it against my secret entrance, I looked round to see him start to wank himself off. He pushed it against me, sort of thrusting, keeping it hard up to my boy-hole. "Oh Bob, that's nice" I found myself saying. I looked round now and again and knew he was ready to cum. "Oh I'm cuming" he shouted. I looked round, and saw and felt his spasms, felt him deliver 3 or 4 big spurts of man-cum "Oh I want to cum inside you, inside your bottom" he said, pulling his cock away slightly. I saw strands of glistening cum connecting his helmet to my bottom. "Oh Bob, I want that too" I whispered. Just minutes later I was walking home with a damp bottom End of Part 1