From: The Rascal <compaqman@hotmail.com>
Subject: The interview
Date: Mon, 22 Jun 1998 02:54:58 -0600

"What can I do for you?", I asked the boy standing in line. "I would
like to fill out an application..are you hiring?", he said quietly. "I
will be in the next month", I replied, "do you have any experience?". He
shook his head. "No, I'm looking for my first job. I just turned
eighteen, and I need something for summer before I go to college." I
nodded absently. "Well, fill out an application anyway", I told him. I
took it from him when it was complete, and I watched him leave after
thanking me.

I run a Convenience store. It's not much, mind you, but I make a good
living. A lot of work and worries involved, though. I walked back to the
office in the rear of the store, and added the application to the stack
already on my desk.

Over the next two days, I narrowed down the applications to 3
candidates. All had some experience, always a preference. I don't have
the time or money to spend training people from scratch. I walked out to
the front, and saw one of the applicants at the counter, the boy who had
just been in a few days ago. I watched him walk over to the chewing gum
rack, and deftly slide two packs inside the pocket of his shorts.

I waited a few moments before approaching him. " I was just going to
call you", I said to him. He appeared somewhat startled, but composed
himself rather quickly. "If you are ready for an interview, we'll go
back to my office". He said he was, and he followed me back to the
office. "Close the door behind you, please", I asked, and he complied.
As he turned, I was on him immediately. "You want a job, and you have
the gall to steal from a prospective employer..who the hell do you think
you are?", I demanded.

"No..", he blurted out, "I didn't..what do you mean?". He tried to push
me away to get to the door, but I grabbed his wrists, pushed him up
against the wall, and pinned them above his head. One hand reached down
into his pocket, and pulled the two packs of gum out as he squirmed.
"This is what I mean", I said harshly. "I don't know if I should call
the police or your parents..I'll let you choose".

He stopped his frantic efforts to free himself, although it would not
have mattered. He was no more than 5'7", and 130 lbs. He could have
struggled all day without getting free. I released his wrists, and
walked over to my desk, sitting in the chair beside it. "Well?", I
prompted.

He looked shaken and scared. "Please, my parents will kill me if they
find out..I'll pay for the gum". "That's not the point", I countered.
"I'm afraid you need a lesson, and I think I'm just the person to teach
it to you. Shall I call your parents now?" "Please", he repeated, this
time more pleadingly, "don't call them. I'll..take whatever..punishment
you give..just don't say anything about this."

I phoned the front counter. "Cheryl..I'm conducting an interview..no
disturbances or calls, please". I turned to him as I hung up the phone.
"So, what do you think your punishment should be?", I asked. He
nervously looked about the room. "I..I don't know", he stammered. "Well,
I do. I think a good old-fashioned spanking is in order."
"But..but..there has to be..another way". I could see him shaking as he
stood in front of the desk. I shook my head. He was almost in tears; he
somehow managed to hold them back as he walked around the desk to stand
in front of me. He went to kneel over my lap when I stopped him. I
motioned for him to remove his shorts, and he exhaled sharply. His
breath became more like gasps. He hesitated. I waited patiently, and
eventually he slid them down to his ankles.

I tried to contain my excitement as I glared at his young cock. Even
limp, he had a good 3 to 4 inches, which meant a decent sized erection.
And he was going to get one of those, I knew. He leaned forward over me
legs, and I adjusted them so that his cock fell between them when he was
fully in my lap. I then closed them, trapping it. I marvelled at the
smooth, rounded flesh before me. He shook with anticipation of the first
smack.

Instead, my hand went underneath my legs, coming up between them. My
fingers lightly touched and traced the outline of the head. "Oh..", he
gasped, and squirmed slightly. His breathing became very rapid and
shallow as I continued. I worried that he would hyperventilate. But all
that blood pumping through his young frame was having another effect. I
now felt an erection pressing against the inside of my leg. I continued
softly stroking and teasing him. "Ppplease..don't..make me..not that..",
he softly pleaded.

There was no turning back, however. His erection was full now, and I
started to stroke more firmly. He was starting to move more, and I was
concerned he would fall out of my lap. I leaned forward, pressing my
upper torso against his back, and my left arm curled over top of him,
and pulled him firmly toward me. He would not fall off now, and I
continued to toy with his erection.

His soft cries were mixed with moans now as my hand quickened it's pace.
"No...please don't...do...this...I don't...want...", he panted, his
breaths continuing in shorts gasps,"I...can...feel...oh, no...", he
cried. No more words came from him, only moans mixed with the occasional
soft grunt. He was very close now.

I saw his hands clench tightly together, and his legs kicked out at
empty space. His head tipped back, but there was no sound, save for the
explosive gasps of air he took in. I saw the look on his face, his eyes
squeezed tightly shut, his face contorted by the intensity of the
feeling. I felt his erection jerk convulsively, and I pulled more firmly
on it, the warm sticky fluid erupting onto the floor and into my hand. I
continued, using his cum as a lubricant, teasing the head of his
erection, getting every last drop I could out.

He collapsed onto my lap, his breathing slowly returning to normal. I
gently lifted him from my lap, and set him face up on the desk. He lay
there for a few minutes, his cock still partially erect, his eyes
closed. When he opened them, he saw I was staring at his naked form. He
looked down at his cock; some of the cum still coated it, and had
dribbled down to his pubic hair. He looked back at me, a somewhat
confused look on his face.

He continued doing this, glancing from me to erection, then back to me
again. And to my great surprise, he began to stiffen again. I stood up
and leaned over him. "Shall I clean you up a bit?", I asked. He looked
unsure, but nodded wordlessly. I smiled, and took his hand, placing it
on the outside of my pants where my own very stiff erection pushed
outwards. My head bent down, and I enveloped as much of him as I could
between my lips. He groaned loudly. "Not so loud", I whispered. I
deliberately teased the head with my tongue, then chastized him for
being too loud. His head was very sensitive; you could see his body
tense when I brought my tongue into contact with it.

I managed to unbuckle my pants, and slide my underwear down. He looked
somewhat shocked at how hard I was, but his hand continued to stroke me.
I was starting to get close, and this made my tongue and mouth movements
even more frantic. "Again?", I asked in a hushed tone. "Y...Yes", he
replied. I sucked and licked some more. "Are you sure?", I asked."
"Please...don't stop".

I took him into my mouth again, and hungrily sucked and licked him at a
furious pace. He groaned loudly, his hand pulling frantically at my
erection. He exploded in my mouth, his body writhing with pleasure on my
desk. This was enough to push me over the edge, and I felt his hand
pulling crazily at my erection as the cum began to spurt from it. I
collapsed over top of him on the desk, both of us gasping for air.

I got the energy to stand a few minutes later, and he was quietly
watching me. "Are you all right?", I asked. "I think so", he said
softly. "I'm confused, I think. I've never been with anyone before."
"That's ok", I said reassuringly, "you did very well."
"Can..um..well..", he tried to say something, but the words weren't
coming out. I prompted him. "Can..I come back tomorrow..for another
interview..?", he asked hesitantly.

The End