Date: Sun, 02 Mar 2003 11:03:42 +1000
From: David Weick <venturis682@hotmail.com>
Subject: Workmates  M/T, Anal, Oral

This is a story of total fiction. It involves sex between an adult
and a youth. If you are not supposed to have this type of material or
are under age, then what are you doing reading this?

Workmates

I had just started a new job, Checkout Operator at the local
supermarket. It was a bit of a comedown for me, but I needed the job.
Here I was, a forty year old guy, reduced to working at the
supermarket, I was not really over-enthused about it, but at least I
could have a perve on any cute guys as they did their shopping.

My first day I started at eight, I met the other staff, filled in
all the employment papers and then I was introduced to the till. The
till was quite easy to master, being almost idiot proof. Then I was
placed on the floor under supervision of a 'more experienced
operator'. A bloody eighteen year old girl! Determined to get her
away from me I soon had the system worked out and was starting to
enjoy the experience.

The rest of the working week went by fine, only a couple of minor
stuff-ups. I was looking forward to my days off, I could return to my
house in the mountains for two days and just chill. I was stoked! The
fist night I went to the local pub and good naturedly took the
ribbing from my friends about being a 'Checkout Chick', but I wasn't
that worried, at least I had a job, which was more than I could say
for some of those dole bludging bastards. The next day I did the
laundry and prepared for the return to the 'big smoke' ready for work
again.
I returned to my flat in town late that night, readied my uniform for
the next day, and gratefully retired to bed.

As I arrived for work the next day I noticed a cute young guy
waiting to talk to the floor boss. I hadn't noticed him last week, so
I assumed he was new. He was about sixteen I thought, neat light
brown hair, green eyes, a cute little button nose and thin kissable
lips. He stood about 170cm, his frame slender yet not thin and a very
nice arse. I was unable to determine the size of his package as the
pants he wore hid anything. I remember the first thing I thought when
I saw him was 'Wow! What a bod!' I also thought to myself that I had
better keep my thoughts to myself. What I was thinking would get me
arrested and thrown in the big house. Not a good idea at all!

Just as I was leaving to take my position on the floor, the floor
boss called me over, I wondered idly what he wanted, was I in for a
surprise!

'Dave this is Ryan, he's just starting today and I was wondering if
you'd take him under your wing for today please, show him the ropes
etc.'

My heart gave a little flutter, I would be near this cutie all day,
YES!!

'Sure thing Jim,' I replied, 'my pleasure, how are you Ryan?' I
offered my hand and he gently shook it, once again I felt my pulse
quicken and I wondered if this young guy knew what he was doing to
me.

I took him through all the procedures and we were soon getting along
famously. Having a good sense of humour I promptly put him at ease
and we were soon joking as I taught him the intricacies of the till.
I presently had him working at the main counter and he was doing a
really good job. About noon we were told by the floor boss to have
our break and we made our way out for some lunch. We sat in the staff
room at a small table and just talked for awhile about anything and
everything. I had to keep reminding myself not to stare into his eyes
all the time as I would quickly become lost in them, looking deep
into his soul, trying to read what was going on in has mind. I could
feel myself falling for this guy, deeper and deeper. It scared me a
little too, being old enough to be the kids dad, and having the
feelings I had. This had never happened to me before, at least not
with some one so young. Then he said something that stumped me.

'Dave, can I ask you a personal question?' he asked.

'Sure.' I replied.

'Are you gay?'

I was a little lost for words. How to answer that? Honestly and
maybe lose a friend, or stretch the truth and live another lie? I was
sick of living a lie, having had done that for more years than I
cared to remember. Besides, it was fairly obvious to most people that
I was gay, just not to open about it sometimes.

'Yes Ryan, I am. I hope that's not going to be a problem for you?'

'I doubt it Dave, you see I think I'm gay too.'

My heart definitely skipped a beat or three this time. Maybe, just
maybe...

This time I looked unashamedly into his eyes, was there a hint of
attraction there? I wasn't sure, but one thing I was sure of, we
couldn't continue this conversation any longer as we both had to
return to work. As we made our way back out to the floor I noticed
Ryan was walking a little closer to me this time, his hot young body
brushing against me a couple of times causing me to become a little
uncomfortable 'down below'. I finished the rest of the shift in the
checkout next to Ryan, giving assistance, as he needed it, my mind
though kept drifting back to our lunchtime conversation. Maybe
working at the supermarket wouldn't be so bad after all!

Ryan lived not far from me as it turned out so I offered him a lift
in my old ute. He put his bicycle in the back, opened the creaky
passenger door and we were soon on our way. It was only a short ten-
minute drive to our street and I was soon parked in my drive. I asked
Ryan if he would like to come in for awhile, he answered yes and I
led the way into my humble abode.

I got a couple of Cokes from the fridge, put on some soft music and
sat next to my workmate. Time to find out more about his lad!

'So Ryan, what's you're story, give me all the gossip.' I said good-
naturedly.

For the next hour we talked back and forth, giving our histories.
He'd had a bit of a tough upbringing, with an abusive father who was
now in gaol where he belonged, his mother had been beaten that many
times she was mostly 'Persona Non Gratia', having been placed in a
home at only thirty-two. He lived with his grandparents now but they
were old and could hardly keep up with him, and he had no other
family he could trust or who even wanted him. Life it seemed had
thrown the poor boy a curve ball, and with his grandparents failing
health, he would soon be in a real shitty position.

As he finished his story I noticed a tear in his eye, and to be
truthful felt one or two in my own eyes. I always was an emotional
person, and sometimes it betrayed me. I reached over and pulled Ryan
closer to me, holding him close to myself, giving the young man some
of the love he so desperately needed. He nestled his face into my
shoulder and I felt him give a little whimper. The poor lad was
breaking apart in my arms. I cradled him closer, kissed him softly on
the top of his head and whispered soft encouragement into his ears.
He hugged me desperately in a bear hug, almost cutting off my
breathing. It was all too much for me, I cried along with him, my own
past memories pushing themselves forward, my abusive homophobic
brother, the many years of living a lie hiding in a self imposed
closet, the missed chances, the lost loves. In the end I'm not sure
who was comforting who, but we lay for a long time before I felt
movement beside me.

'What time is it?' he asked.

'8:30.' I replied.

'SHIT... my grandparents will kill me!' he jumped up off the sofa,
wiped his eyes, and made towards the door. 'What'll I tell them?'

'Just tell them you were with a friend and lost track of the time,
which is not to far from the truth. I'll see you tomorrow.' I pulled
him close to me and this time I kissed him softly on the lips,
pulling his hot young body close into my own, grinding my crotch into
his.

We finally pulled apart, I smiled at him and said, 'Always remember
Ryan, you've now got a good friend here. Anytime you want to talk,
just ask. See you tomorrow.' I kissed him lightly again, and he
smiled at me as he left the flat. I would lay awake most of the night
pondering over what I had just done, until I finally talked myself
into believing that it would all turn out for the best.

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Part 2

I was just about ready to leave for work the next morning when there
was a knock at my front door, it was Ryan, all dressed for work and
looking quite sexy! He came inside the house, closed the door and
fell into my arms and we shared a long loving kiss, and we hadn't
even said a word yet! Finally he broke the kiss, looked deep into my
eyes and said, 'Good morning gorgeous, sleep well?'

'Hiya sexy,' I replied, 'slept like shit worrying about you. How were
you're grandparents?'

'Pissed off, but I talked them around, they're glad I got a new
friend and want to meet you this afternoon.'

'Oh damn! I just hate meeting the parents. OK, but right now we have
to get to work.'

We set off in my battered old ute and were soon at work, the day
dragged along a little, the only high point being sharing lunch with
Ryan. Again we talked and talked, and I also noticed a few of the
other staff eying us off. I think one or two might have suspected
something, but I just thought, 'Fuck them, they should just mind
their own business.'

After we finished work we set off for home, I told Ryan I wouldn't
mind having a shower first before meeting his grandparents, but he
insisted we get it over and done with so we went straight to his
place. The house I parked in front off was an old Queenslander style,
high block, with an open bottom floor plan. This was to let the wind
blow under the house to allow cooling in the long hot summer months.
We made our way up the front stairs, and Ryan opened it with his key,
entered and called out to his grandparents. A frail old woman
appeared followed closely by an even frailer looking old man. Both
were well into their eighties, and it was obvious that their health
was failing them. I was introduced to them, their names were Phylis
and Graham, and they were indeed a nice old couple. We talked for
some time, had a cup of tea, then Ryan asked if he could go back to
my place for a while. He was told to be home by eight and Ryan and I
left for my place.

Once we'd returned to my place I sat down with Ryan on the sofa and
let him snuggle into me again. He looked so peaceful and at ease as
we watched some TV, neither of us breaking the peace that had
befallen us. I soon lost interest in the TV show we were watching,
preferring to gaze upon the sweet, yet troubled boy resting his head
on my shoulder. I reached down and gently stroked his face, a gentle
sigh escaped those beautiful lips and he nestled his head further
into my body. With my other hand I gently massaged his chest through
his shirt, a soft moan was his response. I wanted this boy, I wanted
him in the worst way, but I also wanted him to lead the way. He
reached up and slid his hand under the front of my shirt gently
rubbing my chest, stimulating my nipples, my cock soon followed. I
let my hand wander down further towards his crotch, and was softly
rubbing his hard cock through his pants.

'Dave.' He whispered.

'Mmmm'

'Would you have sex with me?'

In answer I smiled at him, picked him up and carried him into my
bedroom. I set him on the floor and kissed him deeply, my hands
releasing the buttons on his shirt until I could ease off the item.
His chest was just as I had imagined it, rippling with tight teen
muscles, slender but not skinny and all male. His nipples were
slightly darker than the rest of his chest and there was no hair on
it other than a slight treasure trail from his navel down. He removed
my shirt, and we embraced hairless teen chest to hairless man chest.
My hands worked on his trouser clasps and he kicked off his shoes and
stepped out of his pants. As he undid my trousers I stepped out of my
shoes and then out of my pants. He stood there in only his briefs, I
was in my Y-fronts, we ground into each other sharing another deep
kiss, and I could feel his hardened cock pressing into my leg. I let
my hands slip under the elastic of his briefs and gently eased them
down, feeling the firmness of his tight teen butt then unleashing his
rock hard six-inch cock. He almost tore off my Y-fronts and we fell
onto the bed in each other's arms. We kissed again then I kissed down
his neck and shoulders, kissed further down until I reached his
nipples. I worked on both his nipples until he was almost screaming
in pure ecstasy. I showered him with angel kisses down to his navel
and licked the sweat from inside. Further down I went, following his
treasure trail until I reached his hot teen cock. I licked all around
the base then kissed and licked his ball sac. I took first one nut
then the other softly into my mouth, sucking gently on each. Ryan was
squirming in pleasure so much I nearly had to hold him down! Finally
I licked along the shaft of his cock, working my way up to the
circumcised head. Gently I took the head into my mouth, teasing the
sensitive gland with my tongue before taking the whole thing into my
waiting mouth. I worked my mouth up and down his shaft, alternating
between stimulating him with my tongue and with the muscles in the
back of my throat. My hands were massaging his butt cheeks, I gently
let a finger rub against his hole and I felt him tense. He was close,
so I worked even harder until I felt his cock begin to pulse. I
pulled my mouth back so I had only the head in my mouth and waited
for my prize. Ryan let out a low moan as he started to cum again and
again, I took the lot and swallowed, the taste of the hot young teen
almost bringing me to climax. I milked him dry then made my way back
up and we kissed deeply again and I made sure that he got a taste of
himself from my overworked mouth.

'That was amazing Dave, I've never felt anything like it.'

'Glad to be of help gorgeous.'

'I want you to fuck me Dave, please Dave say you'll fuck me.' He
pleaded.

'Are you sure? It might hurt a bit.'

'Please Dave I'm ready, I trust you.'

'I never could refuse a sweet thing like you.'

I reached for the lube on the dresser and took a good dollop and as
we kissed again I reached down and gently started to grease his hole
inserting first one finger, then two and working them deep inside
him. After I had three fingers inside I worked at his hole readying
him for my seven inches of rock hard cock. Finally I wiped the
remainder of the lube on my cock, lay him on his back, lifted his
legs in the air and placed them on my shoulders. I placed my cock
against his hole and gently pushed, he winced in pain as the head
penetrated him so I waited for him to adjust. Finally he nodded for
me to continue and I gently pushed a little more. After a minute or
so I felt my balls rubbing against his butt cheeks, I was in! I
waited for him to adjust to the new sensation before I started to
slowly fuck him.

'Oh that feels good. Faster, fuck me faster!' he moaned

My strokes lengthened, the speed quickened, I was fucking this
Adonis! The feeling was just too good, I tried to hold off as long as
I could but finally I succumbed to my desires. I felt myself shoot
six giant spurts deep inside Ryan's hot arse, he screamed in pleasure
and came again, the hot teen juice blasting over both our chests. I
collapsed onto him, rubbing his teen juice into our chests. We kissed
softly, lovingly as we both came down from our amazing orgasms. I
pulled out and rolled to one side holding my new lover close to me.
Life was so good at that moment, I felt as though nothing could ever
happen to hurt us ever again! Isn't the afterglow of sex great!

By the time I got Ryan cleaned up it was time for him to return home
so I said I'd see him tomorrow, after giving him my phone number so
he could call and say good night! I kissed him again before he left
then watched him as he made his way down the street. I started some
dinner then had a shower while it cooked, reliving every aspect of
our first time together. I think I was in love with this boy and I
hoped it wouldn't complicate our lives too much.

I had just finished dinner and was washing up when the phone rang,
it was Ryan! And he was upset!

'Dave, Dave, can you come quick, grandad's crook.'

'I'll be right there, have you called the ambulance?'

'Yea they're on their way, hurry.'

'Stay calm, I'll be there in two minutes.'

I hung up the phone, threw on a shirt and raced out the door and ran
up the street to Ryan's home. The front door was open, I knocked and
Ryan appeared, tears streaming down his young face. He fell into my
arms crying.

'I'm so scared Dave. I think he's dead.'

'Where is he?'

Ryan led me by the hand to the lounge, his grandad was sitting on a
sofa, his face pale, his grandmother was sobbing softly next to him.

'Ryan, go wait for the ambulance.' I said, letting him go. I moved
over to the old gentleman and felt for a pulse, there was none, he
was gone.

The next week was hell for poor Ryan. I had agreed with Phylis to
allow Ryan to stay at my place until after the funeral so she could
get herself sorted. The poor boy cried himself to sleep in my arms
every night. I loved him as best I could, but grief is just one of
things that only time can heal, so I gave him space and time and
slowly he came good.

Meanwhile another problem had arisen, Phylis's other children had
decided that the best place for her was with one of them or in a
home, which effectively made Ryan homeless. I sat down with her one
night about a week later and we had a long discussion. The problem it
seemed was that no-one wanted Ryan and were happy to just let him
become a ward of the state. There was no way I was going to let that
happen so I persuaded Phylis to sign over guardianship of Ryan to me.
I was happy to do it, to give him a stable life with lots of love,
besides if his relatives were that callous about things they really
shouldn't be part of his life. Phylis agreed and the paper work was
soon done, and so about two weeks after Graham had gone, I became
Ryan's guardian.

The day Ryan moved in with me was on our weekend, and since I had
also gotten a larger flat for us to share it was also the day we
moved. It took most of the day to move into the new flat, and we were
both tired after a day of shifting furniture. I had gone for a two
bedroom flat, but we both knew that only one would be used, the main
bed! The other was to keep child services happy. We decided that
neither of us wanted to cook, so we headed off to a restaurant to
celebrate the double occasion. The move and Ryan becoming my 'son'.
We really laid it on, prawn cocktails, giant steaks and chocolate
mousse desserts. For once I drank very little alcohol, as I knew what
an adverse effect it had on my sexual performance. We left the
restaurant and made our way home, where I took the chance to perform
the time honoured ritual of carrying my 'bride' over the threshold of
our new home.

I kicked the door closed behind us and, kissing him all the way
carried him into our bedroom and stood him on the floor. Slowly I
undressed him, running my hands all over his body, feeling the
sensations that ran through him. I took a step back from him and
seductively started to undress for him. I did a striptease, my eyes
never leaving his, I licked my lips as I took off my shirt, then my
pants and socks. I rhythmically took off my briefs, sliding them down
in time to the tune I was whistling, kicking them in the air and
catching them I then ran them under his nose so he could get a good
whiff of what I had waiting for him. His dick was as hard as I had
ever seen it, perhaps harder. I closed the distance between us, drew
him to me and we kissed long and hard, I took his arse cheeks in both
hands and our crotches ground together, our cocks sliding over each
other's stomachs. He reached around and massaged my cheeks, his
fingers toying with my hole, how could I refuse but to reciprocate
the attention he gave to my arse. Our breathing became heavier, the
kisses became deeper and wilder, we ground together harder and
harder, he gave a slight whimper under my rain of kisses, he was
close and knowing this brought me closer as well. Finally he gave a
shudder and I felt a warmth growing on our groins, a warmth that I
added to with my own secretions. We both gasped at the same time, a
wave of ecstasy sweeping over us. We collapsed together onto the bed,
arms still entwined, and our lips locked in a seemingly eternal kiss,
a kiss so powerful that neither of us wished to ever end it.

We cuddled for a long time, our love for each other deepening. We
each caressed the other's body, tenderly massaging away our troubles,
kissing each other all over, this was what love was all about! Ryan
rolled me onto my back and spread my legs apart, placing his lithe
young form against me. I felt his growing manhood rubbing gently
against my hole.

'Let me thank you for all you've done for me in the only way I know
how.' He whispered.

He took the lube and gently massaged my hole in readiness, then
lifting my legs up, he placed them on his shoulders, he pushed his
young cock deep into my insides. The feeling of Ryan inside me was
nearly more than I could handle, and when he started to fuck me, I
moaned loudly with pleasure. Slowly he pushed and pulled, his rhythm
quickening, his strokes becoming longer until he could hold it no
longer. I felt him spurt six giant strings of hot cum deep inside me,
he screamed in pure ecstasy as he came, his back arched, his body so
tense I thought it might break in two. He collapsed onto me, his
breathing rapid, his cock still inside me, but refusing to deflate.

We lay there like that for five minutes, until he regained his
strength, then slowly he started the slow in/out motions again. In
all that time his cock had stayed very hard, I was enjoying being
fucked for the first time by my lover/son. He fucked me steadily for
the next ten minutes, until once again his strokes lengthened, his
pace quickened and finally I felt him deposit another load of his hot
jism next to the first. This time it was too much for me and I shot
my load all over both of us, the hot sticky cum dripping from where
it landed on his chest down onto mine. He collapsed onto me again and
we rubbed my juices into our chests.

We must have drifted off to sleep after that, because the next thing
I remember was waking up with the morning sun shining it's refracted
light through the slightly open blinds. I needed to piss badly, so
unravelled myself from Ryan and slinked off to the loo. I was about
halfway through my morning piss when I heard Ryan behind me, I moved
over slightly and he stood next to me and started his morning piss.
When we finished we went back to bed and lay in each other's arms. I
felt Ryan's cock hardening and I just knew what was coming next, or
should I say 'cumming' next!

We kissed deeply, our tongues working overtime, our breathing
quickening. Ryan rolled me onto my back, took the lube from the
dresser and applied it gently. I felt his cockhead massaging my hole,
then he was pushing his hot teen cock deep inside me. I relaxed for
him and he started a slow fucking motion. He must have had amazing
self-control because he rode me for a good fifteen minutes before his
pace quickened and his strokes lengthened. Finally with a loud moan,
he pushed his cock as far into me as he could, then I felt the warmth
of his sperm as he unloaded inside me. He collapsed onto me, panting
for breath, we kissed, long and hard, I was most definitely in love
with this young man, and it felt sooo fucking good!

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Epilogue

Ryan and I stayed together as father and son until his eighteenth
birthday when he officially became his own man. Even then he did not
move out, but surprised me by asking me to exchange vows with him.
How could I refuse? We exchanged vows in the presence of some of our
closest friends and we were "married". We've been together five years
now. Our love is still as strong as when we first met, oh we have our
spats like all married couples, but life is so good. We're even
thinking of adopting a child - if we can find a way past all the
bureaucratic crap one must go through. How could life be any better?

The End

Note from the Author; for the benefit of my American readers, the old
ute referred to is similar to your pickup trucks. I try to keep the
Aussie slang to a minimum, but since it is my native tongue, that's
what I'll use! See ya later sports!

Comments? Email the author at venturis682@hotmail.com