Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories From: Boof Subject: Boof's Stories - "Young Entreprenuer" (Story D) Content-Type: text/plain Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable Nntp-Posting-Host: 134.136.66.13 Organization: Zippo Message-ID: Mime-Version: 1.0 Date: Thu, 19 Oct 1995 21:40:35 GMT Lines: 158 (This is a series of stories in sequential alphabetical order starting from A to ......) Young Entrepreneur (Story D) Always having attended a catholic school, I was never aware of all the extras public school attendance has to offer. Now, being in= the public school system, I read all the bulletin boards which were always full of baseball league, scout, swimming, etc. announc= ements. Catholics did all that stuff but not in poor parishes like ours. I made up my mind that I was going to play baseball. But= first I needed a glove. With my aunt's allowance a thing of the past, I figured I could make a couple of dollars collecting empty = bottles for the deposit. Only problem was the glove I had fallen in love with cost over $45.00 and all the other kids in the neighb= orhood had the same bottle collection idea. I could get a penny a bottle. After scouring through all the neighborhood, in trash ca= ns, behind buildings and every other place I could think off, I wasted two whole days and found ten of them. At this rate I figured= , I might as well play something else, like jacks or dolls, hell!, my sisters had plenty of those. Through a stroke of luck I was sent to an icehouse within four city blocks of our house. I was told to get a big bag of ice for my= father's sprained ankle. By this time, my mother and father were back together again after on one of their countless trial separa= tions. When I got to the icehouse, I noticed that they also sold beer to a pretty large clientele and leaving the premises I notice= hundreds of empty bottles along the building just lying there waiting for somebody to pick them up. I returned with the ice and wa= tched as my father threw it in a bucket with water and stuck his foot in. I grimaced at the idea of sticking your foot in the cold = icy water. He looked at me and yelled, "What do you want? Go somewhere and do something. I'm not in the mood for any of you!" I = walked out the backdoor without a comment and thought - Piss on him! I'm glad he hurt his foot. Actually, I had no idea how he did = and didn't care but I laughed til I cried when I found out later that he had tried to show off in front of Elvira by jumping a fence= to go help her with some packages and his foot didn't quite make it over with the rest of his body. The image of all the strewn bottles at the icehouse came back into my mind and I thought, HEEEY! I've got an idea!! and I ran ba= ck to the icehouse. When I got there, I walked inside and asked for the owner. Some guy said he wasn't there but asked me what I w= anted. I simply said, " Can I have all those bottles lying outside?" Looking at me sneering, he yelled, "Are you crazy!! They b= elong to us." Don't be stealing no fucking bottle, you little beaner!" "I wasn't going to steal them!!" I yelled back, " I just thought nobody wanted them since they're lying out there and anybody can= pick them up after you leave." Again he reminded me, "Don't fuck with those bottles, you little fucking thief." He turned around muttering, "These fucking Mexi= cans will steal you blind." A older man, a gentleman, I might add, sitting at the counter drinking a beer said, "Hey, Jack, give the kid a break. Don't be a = horse's ass. He's just trying to make a buck. Shit! What are they worth - two, three cents? Hell, half them are broken by the ti= me you pick them up any way. Probably how I got that flat last time I was here. Listen, why don't you give the kid a penny for eac= h one he picks up for you and them you don't have to fuck with?" and he winked his eye at me. Jack turned around looked at him and then at me. He frowned and then said, "Okay, kid, I'll give you a penny for each one, okay" = But remember they belong to us so don't go trying and take them someplace else for the two pennies or I'll bust your ass, understan= d?' "Yeah, I understand. Where do you want me to put them? There all over the place." I said beaming with visions of dollars signs b= ouncing around in my mind. I was instructed to get some empty beer boxes from the back, put them a dolly and push the dolly around = as I collected them, going back for more boxes as they filled up. By the time I had cleared the lot and all the surrounding areas,= I had filled ten and a half cases. That was 252 bottles for a total of two dollars and fifty-two cents. I thought, Boy! I could h= ave sworn there was over a thousand bottles. However, that's all there was. I continued my daily forays to the icehouse and after = clearing the first initial load which apparently Jack hadn't been doing on a daily basis, I was making about 15 cents a day. At th= is rate, I was getting nowhere and already into early spring, baseball season was starting in a couple of weeks. One late Saturday evening, the icehouse was packed and I was in the back field among the tall weeds, looking for bottles that guys = would throw when finished with their beer drinking while leaning on their parked cars or trucks. I guess they figured, better out = there, then in the parking lot. Balancing and carrying about eight bottles against my chest and trying to make my way in the dark, = I headed for the dolly at the edge of the parking lot . Right when I got to the clearing, I notice two men standing behind some pi= ckups taking a leak. I continued my trek when I heard one puffing, "Yes! Yes! Like that! It feels good! OOH! Yes! Faster! Ye= s! I slowed down and as I got closer I noticed that they were not taking a leak. One guy was facing towards the field while the ot= her guy with his back to me was craning his neck trying to look over the trucks while he gave the other guy a HAND-JOB. Apparently,= he was trying to make sure no one was headed their way. "OOOH, Yes! It feels good," the man kept saying. "Tell me when your ready. I want you to come all over my hand. I like the way it feels, nice and hot." panted the other guy. On his hand? He wants him to come on his hand? I thought, that's stupid!!! Just then a bottle slipped from my clutch and hit the= graveled parking lot in a loud THUNK. I looked down and tried to step on it, hoping to quiet the sound. When I looked back up, the guy that was giving the hand-job was half way to the building at an extremely fast pace, never looking b= ack. The other guy was frantically trying to bend his hard-on and stick it back into his pants. For some reason or other, he app= eared comical and I giggled. He snarled, "What the fuck's so funny? Get the fuck out of here!" Still fumbling with his cock and = pants. "Nothing," I said smiling, I guess he didn't finish, Huh?" Without waiting for an answer, I added, "Need some help?" He had already turned and had started walking away when he heard me and slowed down and looked over his shoulder. He stopped compl= etely, slowly turned around and then nervously glanced behind him. He walked over to me and said, "What do you mean, help?" "I just figured you might want to finish. You know - cum?" I boldly said still smiling as I remembered how funny he looked. "And what can you do? My little friend." he said getting closer. "Oh, I don't know, a hand-job? Maybe even a blow-job, if you want? a said still remembering and smiling. "A blow-job? You'll suck my cock? he said as he massaged his groin, and shot another nervous glance behind him. I walked over to the pick-up and placed the bottles one by one on its steel square bumper. I turned to him and said, "Yeah, I'll = suck your cock. Why not? I can suck cock real good" By that time he had fumbled his cock out of his pants and reached over and putting his hand on the back of my head, guided me towar= ds his crotch, and said, "Come on then, suck on it a little." I hated to be pushed and manhandled that way and I pulled my head back violently, stating, "Don't! Don't push! I know where it is= ". Taking his hand off my head as though he had been burned and picking up his folded arms, he said, "Okay, Okay, no need to get upse= t." and thrusting g his crotch forward added, "Come on suck it good". I knelt in front of him and as I reached for his cock, I remembered Elvira's comment that autumn night almost six months ago, "For = ten dollars, I spit. For twenty, I swallow, okay?" I figured, Shit, if Elvira can do it, why can't I? However, instead of repeating it word for word, exactly as she did, I looked up at him and blurted, "For five dollars, I'll swallow= " He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small wad of money and handed me a five dollar bill without saying a single word. I th= ought, Damn! He didn't even think about it. And it wasn't five - it was ten, or was it twenty? I was trying to sort things out and= figuring a way to re-negotiate when I saw the five dollar bill in front of eyes. I took it, stuck it in my shorts pocket and lower= ed my head with an open mouth to accept his cock. It was a small slim cock. Fully erect, maybe - four inches long, but it was hard= as nails. I took his cock-head in my mouth and swirled my tongue around it slurping and salivating all over it. Then I sank my lips all the = way down the shaft as far as I could go until I gagged. I repeated this about five or six times until I heard him start to moan, "= OOH, that feels so good. Your mouth is so hot!" I stopped, pulled it out of my mouth, looked up at him and said, "Am I good?" "Yeah, Yeah, you're good. Don't stop, it feels real good," he breathed. "Am I really good? I persisted, "Cause I'm even better when I get fucked." and with that comment, took his cock in my mouth again. No more than about three or four seconds passed when he reached down and rapidly pulled me up by my shoulders. As I stood up his c= ock sprung out of my mouth like a rubber spring or something, trailing long stands of saliva all over my chin. As if somebody could hear him, he whispered, 'You mean, I can fuck you." Thinking about the arrangement I had screwed up earlier, I said, "Yeah, for ten dollars." I was actually going to say twenty but = ten came out. He pushed his little hard-on back in his pants, arranged his clothes, dug into his pocket and pulled out the small wad of money. P= eeling off a ten dollar bill he offered it to me. I looked at it, took it and was trying to shove it in my pocket when he grabbed m= y hand and said, "Let's go." and he half-dragged, half-pulled me towards a large dark car at the far end of the parking lot. We go= t to the car where he instructed me to go around while he fumbled with the keys. As I stood by the passenger door, I saw the bottle= s I had collected sitting on the truck bumper and figured, oh, well. He finally opened the door, got in and reached over to open my side, motioning me to get in, he shot a last suspicious glance towar= ds the parking lot. He started the car and we took off in a cloud of dust scattering gravel all over the lot. "Where are we going?" I asked a little worried, looking around at the huge interior and noticing how new it smelled. "Oh, just around the corner here. To a place where we won't get bothered or something. It's not far. Don't worry. It's right ar= ound here." he said, driving a few of blocks. Then turning the corner, he put out his lights as he drove into a deserted undevelope= d area that was covered in high weeds. This area's real estate resources were intentionally left untapped to provide for the future influx of business aimed at making the= poor Hispanic community more prosperous. However, the businesses never came. There was no need for anybody to travel these areas= since at that time there were no businesses or housing for approximately six or eight city blocks in both directions. As we plunge= d into darkness, I noticed that if anybody did come our way we would be alerted by their oncoming headlights. Turning off the car he looked over to me and said, "You really like to get fucked, huh? I mean, you're not gonna cry and yell or= something like that are you?" "No, why should I cry? I've done it before and I didn't cry." I said looking out into the darkness not really concerned. Upon hearing my comment, he released the seat mechanism and the huge leather seat slipped back about five or six inches. In what a= ppeared to be less than ten seconds, he pulled his shirt-tails out, unbuttoned the shirt, undid his belt, lowered his zipper and arc= hing his butt, pulled his pants and underwear down to his ankles and turned and looked at me waiting. In turn, I slowly took off my= shorts and panties (I was still wearing them) completely off and pulled my T-shirt over my head and dropped everything in a small p= ile on the floorboard. I turned around, knelt on the seat and put one leg over his legs facing him with the steering wheel about t= hree or four inches from my back. Still kneeling, I spit on my fingers and moistened my ass-hole, driving the spittle in and out an= d all around. "Ready?" I asked. "Yeah, I'm ready." he replied hoarsely putting his hand on my hips and pushing me down on his cock. I told him to scrunch down on the seat so I could reach behind me and guide it in. After he moved down sufficiently, I reached beh= ind me and felt for his little cock. Finding it, I positioned it at my ass-hole entrance and said, "Go slow, Okay?" and I let my b= ody slip down on it. His cock-head slowly entered my rectum and I inhaled deeply as the exquisite pain radiated through me. I held my position and trie= d to relax and slow down his penetration. After a few seconds, I again lowered myself. This time - all the way down. "OOOOH! That's tight and hot!! he whispered. and gradually started to pump up and down. As I moved forward, his hands went to my buttocks, opening up my ass-cheeks to gain more access for his cock. His head was buried on my chest and he started licking and kissing my little nipples. My mind flashed a mental image of the big ha= rd taut nipples that Elvira had on her hard looking little tits and momentarily I hated the bitch. We swayed back and forth for a few minutes. Opening his mouth wide, he covered a large portion of my breast area and applied sucti= on whereupon he tensed. He then threw back his head and emitted a long low - UUUUUUUH. I could then feel the little cock pulse in = my ass as he pumped his cum deep inside. Frantically, I bucked back and forth trying to get all the cock I could get in me. In a = matter of seconds after he finished moaning his flaccid dick popped out of my ass. I reached behind me and tried desperately to pu= t it back in but it was shriveling up at a very fast pace. "Damn. That was good! I can't believe I came so fast. Shit! Where'd you learn how to do all that?" he said breathing erraticall= y. I climbed off his legs and never answered. I reached for my clothes and got dressed in silence. He arranged his clothes, started = the car and we drove back in absolute quiet. As we arrived at the icehouse, he drove around the back and parked. I rubbed my hand = over the door trying to figure how to open it and he finally said, "Are you going to be around next week? I can pick you up and we= can go to my house or something. You know, spend all day. Whatta do think?" I finally found the correct lever, pulled it and opened the door. I got off and right before I closed it, I said, "Sure, I'll be h= ere. See ya next week - on Saturday, right?" He just nodded in agreement. Of course, I saw him the next Saturday, and as he had suggested went to his house. In fact I visited his house many times after th= at. At times , it was me and him alone and at other times, it was him, a friend and me. I enjoyed what they did with me but I enjo= yed the money more, so I continued with him and met various other men interested in the same thing. I was under the impression that= I was good at what I was doing but I actuality, they were just perverts, looking for a young victim or maybe it was the exceptional= ly low price. What a deal! By now, I knew for sure that I was queer. I had certainly sucked enough cocks and had just as many shoved up my ass to make that d= etermination official. What I was not aware of, was that I had just broken the law in the state of Texas and probably in all the ot= her fifty states since unknowingly, I had practiced and joined as a full fledged member - the world's oldest profession. My trips to that icehouse lasted all the way to late summer. Of course, I never picked up another bottle and succeeded in getting = my glove in a couple of weeks, plus I also managed to get a lot of other things along the way. Comments and/or remarks are more than welcome. Write to me at: an361967@anon.penet.fi (Boof)