Date: Sat, 25 Nov 2006 19:23:11 +0000
From: Robbie Calverley <lads_r_us@postmaster.co.uk>
Subject: THE HOLIDAY JOB 1

This is a story of sex between young males.  It is pure fiction and should
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The story takes place where AIDS and other sexually transmitted diseases do
not exist so condoms are not used, nor are they necessary, unlike in this
wicked world of ours.  So when you have casual sex PLEASE make sure you are
adequately protected.  I don't want to lose any readers!!

This story is escapist fantasy.  Anybody looking for reality is advised to
look elsewhere, but nothing herein is beyond the realms of possibility,
especially in my own imagination.

That said, I hope you enjoy the story and whether you do or not please feel
free to contact me at the Email address at the end.


THE HOLIDAY JOB


At first there didn't seem to be any advertisements of interest to Warren
in the newsagent's window, but then he spotted it.

`Young lad required to help out during the summer holiday period.  Must be
at least 15 years of age and willing to work hard.  There will be some
heavy lifting involved.  Apply Robinson's Minimarket.'

Well, he reasoned I am 15, sort of, well, I'm in my fifteenth year.  OK, so
I'm 14 but I'm a fit, healthy lad and in my own mind I could certainly pass
for 15, and I know that the law specifies the age limits, not the
employer.'

Frank Robinson (known to staff and customers alike as `Old Man Robinson')
seemed to be a nice guy and he explained that he would be working with his
nephew, Vincent, who was 17 and his job would be to assemble the goods
wanted on the shop floor ready for the shelf stackers to put them out.  The
system was semi-computerised and the cash registers would calculate when
stock of a particular item was getting low and the information would be
printed out in the warehouse where he would be working.

Warren and Mr Robinson reached an agreement and the following Monday
morning he showed up for work at 8am.

Old Man Robinson took him through to the warehouse and introduced him to
Vincent (`Call me Vinnie') and left him to get on with it.

Vinnie explained that Andy, who usually worked with him was a single parent
and had to be off on school holidays, hence the temporary vacancy.  `You
can borrow Andy's overalls while you're here, they are clean' and presented
him with a `bib and brace' overall similar to the one he was wearing
himself.

Warren put the overalls on over his clothes and he thought that Andy must
be a 25 stone gorilla judging by the overalls, they were way too big for
him around the body but the legs were about 4 inches too short.  Vinnie
laughed at him, but in fun and not maliciously and tousled his hear, saying
`You'll do, kid.'

Unlike Vinnie, who was wearing no top under the overalls, Warren remained
fully clothed under the bib & brace.  `It gets pretty hot in here' Vinnie
warned him `especially when the sun gets on the glass roof.  We have the
big shutter open, but that doesn't make much difference.  You might want to
take some clothes off.'

`I will later if I need to' said Warren, admiring Vinnie's physique.
Vinnie was short for his age, around 5'5".  He didn't seem to be
particularly muscular but the way he was manhandling the boxes of canned
goods around he was certainly strong.  He had dyed blond hair with the dark
roots showing and piercing blue eyes over a cute snub nose and pale pink
lips.  There was no trace of stubble on his chin and Warren wondered
whether he ever had to shave.

They worked most of the time in companionable silence stopping every hour
or so for a cold drink, which Old Man Robinson supplied free of charge.
Vinnie was responsible for all the goods entering the warehouse and for
stock rotation, making sure that the oldest goods went out first, but every
time there was a rush on in Warren's section Vinnie was always there to
help without being asked.  Warren assumed that Vinnie had been told to keep
an eye on him.

At 12.30 Vinnie said it was time for lunch and produced a large container
of sandwiches.  `When Andy's here I usually supply sandwiches for both of
us from Monday to Thursday' Vinnie said `And then on Friday we go out to
lunch, Andy's treat.  We'll carry on doing that if you like, I've got
enough sandwiches here.'

Warren said he thought it was a great idea and before he sat down to eat
with Vinnie he took off his tee shirt as he was getting pretty hot.

Vinnie took a good long look at him and said `You've got a pretty good
body, Warren.'

`Thanks Vinnie' replied Warren `I try to keep myself fit and I'm pretty
strong.'

The boys ate their lunch and chatted about this and that and then resumed
work for the afternoon and again any time Warren had any heavy lifting to
do Vinnie was always there to help him.

They were due to finish at 4pm and at 3.50 Old Man Robinson came into the
warehouse, nodded to Warren and went and spoke to Vinnie.  After a short
conversation he went over to Warren and said `Vinnie says you've worked
well today, Warren.  I'm very pleased with you, if you can satisfy Vinnie
you can certainly satisfy me.  Vinnie is a stickler for hard work and if he
says you're good, then you're good.'

As Old man Robinson left the warehouse Vinnie put his arm around Warren's
shoulders and said `You did well today, Warren, off you go now, and I'll
see you tomorrow.

Warren slipped out of the oversize overalls and Vinnie watched him as he
left, admiring his trim form and the main objects of his desire, those two
beautifully round buns and what lay between them.  `Now there's a boy I
really want to get to know better' he said to himself as he stripped off
his own overalls revealing his naked body and his hard, hungry cock.

He sat by the open shutter and slowly masturbated himself, allowing the
cool air to drift over his body as he thought about his new young colleague
who, he hoped, would soon be a great deal more.

Vinnie experienced his best orgasm for months as he sat thinking about
Warren, his semen flying high into the air and landing on the floor between
his bare feet.  As he cleaned himself up he moaned with pleasure, wiping
his still sensitive cock on his handkerchief.

He eventually regained enough strength to pull on his shirt and joggers,
pulled down and locked the shutter and made his way out through the shop
and home.

His dreams that night were full of Warren and when he woke at 6.30 his cock
was so hard that it hurt.  Although he was dying for a pee it took ages to
get started because he was so hard.

Vinnie usually left for work early and arrived about 20 minutes before his
shift began, but this morning he left a little later because he wanted to
arrive at the same time as Warren so that they would change together into
their overalls.  He had showered meticulously, cleaned his teeth and used
some of his best cologne that his uncle Frank had given him the previous
Christmas.  As he neared the shop he slowed his pace and when he got to the
corner of the street he stopped and watched for Warren to arrive.  Two
minutes later he spotted him approaching from the opposite direction and
timed his arrival at the main door to coincide with Warren's.

`Hiya Warren' he said, putting his arm around the younger boy's shoulders,
`we didn't put you off yesterday then.'

`Nah' said Warren `I enjoyed it in a way, but I was knackered when I got
home.'

They walked through the store and into the warehouse and as Vinnie pushed
the door open the overwhelming heat hit them.

`Fucking hell' said Vinnie `Let's get that bloody shutter up and let some
air in here.'

He opened the shutter and then went into the little kitchenette and put the
kettle on for their early morning coffee, which they sat and drank
together.  Vinnie explained that because of the hot weather sales of ice
cream had soared and there would be a huge frozen food delivery coming in
that day and there would not be room in the walk-in freezer for all of it
so a few old chest freezers were being called in to service, which would
add even more to the heat and noise in the warehouse but he asked Warren
whether he could help him to get everything into the freezers quickly when
the delivery arrived.

`Of course I will' said Warren `You helped me out several times yesterday,
so I'd be very pleased to help you today.

`Thanks, Warren' said Vinnie and punched him playfully on the arm. `About
time we got changed.'

Vinnie took of his shirt and revealed his naked chest and then he untied
the drawstring on his joggers and lowered them to his ankles revealing to
Warren that he wore underneath ... ... ... absolutely nothing.

Vinnie heard Warren draw breath.  `What's up?' he asked `don't tell me I've
embarrassed you.'

`Warren, flustered replied `yes, well no, I mean ... ... well, I was just
surprised.'

`Sorry' said Vinnie making no attempt to cover himself up. `I'm not ashamed
of my body and also it gets so bloody hot in here that I find it's best to
wear nothing underneath the overalls.'

`Yes' said Warren `I suppose you're right.' And started to undress himself.
He took off is tee shirt and then his shorts just leaving his boxers.

`Are you going to take my advice?' asked Vinnie, feeling a stirring at the
base of his cock.

`I suppose it would be more comfortable' and he slid his boxers to the
floor revealing his perfectly proportioned circumcised cock and low-hanging
balls.

It was Vinnie's turn to take a sharp intake of breath.  Warren's body was
as perfect as he had imagined it and he couldn't drag his eyes away from
it, especially his 3 inch soft cock and the perfect triangle of pubic hair
above it.

`Yea' said Warren `I know I'm a freak, but it's just an accident of
nature.'

`What do you mean a freak?' Asked Vinnie `you're bloody perfect' he added
before he could stop himself.

Warren blushed and smiled with pleasure at the flattery.  `You haven't seen
my balls then.'

`Oh, believe me, there's nothing wrong with your balls.' Said Vinnie.

`Yes' said Warren, turning to face Vinnie head on `I'm the wrong way round,
my right one hangs lower than my left.  Everyone else is the other way
round.'

`Well, I don't think that qualifies you as a freak, I think it's like being
left-handed, but you're right-bollocked' he said with a smile.

Warren laughed and pulled on his oversized overalls.  `When they dropped my
Mum nicknamed me Wonky Bollocks and the name has stuck, but she shortened
it to Wonks.  Everyone thinks it's just her shortened form of Warren'

`Well then' said Vinnie `in that case I shall call you Wonks.'  And
admitted to himself that every time he said the name he would think of
Warren's balls.

Vincent reluctantly pulled on his own overalls and they got to work with
their allotted tasks until 11 o'clock when Vinnie called a drinks break for
ten minutes.  They were just finishing when the ice cream delivery arrived.
The chest freezers had been switched on and everything was ready.

The driver offloaded three pallets of boxes and Vinnie directed Warren to
put the ice lollies into the chest freezers while he put the ice creams
into the walk-in freezer.  `Don't drop them in, Wonks' he said `the kids
get upset if the lollies are broken in half when they get them.'

Warren got busy and had soon filled the first freezer and had opened the
second and was just bending over to put the first box on the bottom when he
felt a hand on his arse.  Not just brushing against him, but with very
definite pressure and before he knew it there was a finger working it's way
between his legs and tickling his perineum.  He was about to turn and hit
out at whoever it was when he realised that his cock was getting hard.  His
mind was racing.  Why was he getting hard?  Could he be enjoying what he
felt?  Who was doing this to him?  Although he knew that the answer to the
last question had to be Vinnie.

He stood up slowly and felt the hand move away from his arse.  He turned
his head and stared into Vinnie's eyes.  `I just couldn't help it' said
Vinnie `You have such a gorgeous arse, I just had to grab a handful, I'm
sorry Wonks.  I promise I won't touch you again.'  There was a tear
Vinnie's his eye as Warren stood there dumbstruck, but then he just saw an
embarrassed young man in front of him.  Warren, somehow without realising
what he was doing, leaned forward and gently planted as kiss on Vinnie's
quivering pink lips.

Vinnie's arms were around Warren and Warren could feel the hardness of
Vinnie's cock against his own hard member.  He was in a dream world, not
quite fully aware of what was happening, yet knowing that he was enjoying
every minute, but convention suddenly raised it's ugly head and Warren
broke away, embarrassed.

`What's the matter?' asked Vinnie, concern and disappointment written all
over his face.

`I can't do this' replied Warren `I'm not gay, I can't be gay' he added
tearfully.  Warren put his arm around Warren's shoulder saying `That's
what I used to think.  I got myself drunk a few times and picked up guys in
the toilets in the park late at night and had sex with them, but when I
woke up the next morning I used to feel revolted by what I had done and I
despised myself and promised myself I would never do it again
... ... ... until the next time, and there always was a next time.  Then I
picked up a guy named John Finnigan who, as well as being gay was a
counsellor.  I was drunk as usual and we went back to his place and had sex
and when I woke up I started to cry, as I sometimes did, but this time John
was awake and started talking to me about how it was OK to be gay and that
as long as you admitted it to yourself it didn't matter a fuck what anybody
else thought, and if you kept things discrete, nobody would have to know
until you were ready to tell them.  We stayed friends for several months
until he was transferred up north by his employer.  I call myself Vinnie in
his honour because his friends called him Finnie after his surname.  I've
never been with anyone since him, he was a hard act to follow.  But then I
saw you and you are so beautiful, Wonks, and so perfect that I just
couldn't leave you alone.  Please give me a chance, Wonks, I promise I'll
take things slowly, I wouldn't do anything to upset you'

`Yes, but I've never done anything with another boy before' said Warren.

`Have you done anything with a girl?' asked Vinnie.

`Well ... ... to be honest, no.' replied Warren.

`Then how do you know which way you swing?  Did you enjoy what we just did?
I know for certain that your cock was hard `cos I felt it against mine, and
mine was harder than it's been for months.' said Vinnie.

`Well, I suppose I did' answered Warren `But I've got to get my head round
this.  Can we leave things be until I've had some time to think?'

`Course we can' said Vinnie `take all the time you need.  But we'd better
get on with things here or else this bloody ice cream's going to melt'

Vinnie reluctantly removed his arm from around Warren's shoulder and went
back to his work.  Warren also resumed stocking the chest freezers, deep in
thought about what had happened and trying to get to grips with how he
really felt.

They did not refer to the subject all through their lunch break but chatted
about all manner of other things.

The afternoon passed quickly and when it was time to leave they removed
their overalls and neither boy could resist taking a good look at the
other's naked body.  Warren thought that Vinnie was what his mum would call
`a bit of rough' but all the same he was in no doubt whatsoever that he was
attracted to the boy.  Vinnie again thought how perfect Warren's body was,
especially now that it was covered in a fine sheen of perspiration.

Warren suddenly realised that he was staring at Vinnie's cock which was
beginning to harden once again and when he looked down at his own cock he
was surprised to find it fully erect.  He quickly pulled on his boxers,
shorts and tee shirt and made to leave.  As they said their goodnights
Vinnie took Warren gently by the arm and planted a light kiss on his cheek
saying `Think about what I said, Wonks, I'd love this to go further if you
want it to, but I promise I won't pressure you.'  Warren, to his own
surprise, returned the kiss, but on Vinnie's lips and replied `Of course
I'll think about it, how could I not?  Goodnight, Vinnie, see you in the
morning'

`Goodnight Wonks, my love' replied Vinnie with tears in his eyes.


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