Date: Mon, 31 Jan 2011 11:21:26 +0000
From: polarlord@hushmail.com
Subject: Fred's cafe Chapter 03  G/M A/Y

Warning: the following fictional story contains details of a
sexual nature of activities between men and boys. Do not read any
further if this type of thing offends you or is illegal in your
locality. Note no humans or animals were harmed in the production
of this story. The material is copyright (2011) of the author, but
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Fred's Café Chapter 03

"That's easy Trev. Fred's very careful about who works here. He
always checks `em out with the local police. So of course he gave
them your name, address and photo. The last thing we need here is
some kind of convicted paedophile working here."

Trevor spluttered. "But, you... In that room... This morning!"

John replied with a sneaky grin. "The last time I checked, showing
willing eighteen year old boys how to use the `computer' is not a
crime. I certainly haven't been convicted. Look sharp now. That's
young Simon's pie and chips waiting."

Trevor picked up the plate of food, a tea towel protecting his
hands from the heat and delivered it to his young customer. As he
lowered the plate to the table Simon looked up from the book and
smiled.

"That was quick. John always takes forever."

"Watch the plate young man, it's very hot. What's the book you are
reading? You seem to be well engrossed."

"Oh, it's Teen Valour. One of the characters is called Simon. He's
gay and he gets bullied at school. Just a bit older than me."

"I don't want to poke my nose into your personal life, but are you
getting bullied at school? If you are, you must tell the teachers.
You know that don't you?"

The boy looked down at his plate. A bang of his straight blonde
hair slipped forward on his soft cheek, hiding one eye. "Look, I
can handle it. I don't want to talk about it now. Can you go now?
The others are beginning to notice."

The man looked around and noticed a couple of boys at other tables
taking interest. "Sure thing Simon, but if you need to talk about
it, about anything, I'll be here."

Simon lifted his head stared directly in Trevor's eyes and said,
"Sure ok. Thanks for the food. I'll pay you back somehow."

Trevor took the hint and moved away to busy himself tidying tables
and collecting new orders. The other boys were noisy, boisterous
and cute. He realised he was beginning to enjoy the work. It was
certainly more interesting than wasting his life semi idle in his
city house. Some of the other boys asked him his name and where
he'd come from. He'd served a few more meals and cleared tables
for a while before he realised the noise was beginning to lessen.
It would soon be time for the boys to return for their afternoon
studies. He looked at table number one. Simon had left the café.
John was there removing the used plate and cutlery. There was no
waste food left. As he walked past he spoke to Trevor.

"Once they are all gone tell Cookie what you'd like to eat for
lunch. It's free if you work here. Just pick anything from the
menu.  I'll help him clean the kitchen. You sit and take a break
for a while."

As he ate he thought through the earlier conversation with the
young boy. It was a bit odd that Simon had mentioned the character
in the book was gay. Unusual for a young teen to say that kind of
thing to anyone else except a very close friend. Perhaps the boy
was trying to tell him something. Trevor felt a brief surge of
pressure in his groin as the imaginary vision of a prepubescent
naked and erect Simon flitted briefly through his mind. If he was
already having those kinds of thoughts on his first day in the job
he'd have to be careful. His thoughts were interrupted by Fred
arriving and sitting opposite him.

"So how are you finding the work? Enjoying it?"

Trevor paused briefly before replying. The piercing glance from
the manager made him wonder if the man was somehow telepathic and
could read the sordid thoughts hiding in his mind.

"Err, yeah I guess. It is a bit early yet to tell. The kids are
really cheeky though."

"Part of the appeal really isn't it. I like `em to have a bit of
spunk in `em. A bit of life if you know what I mean."

"No...!?"

"John tells me you were asking about the back room. Seeing how
you've finished eating I'd best take you in there and explain some
of the rules. Leave your plate there. You can tidy it later."

He led Trevor to the door of the back room, unlocked the door and
ushered him in. The fluorescent lighting flickered into life. It
was quite a long room. What looked like full height cupboard doors
lined both of the long sides of the room. At the far end of the
room could see a large arm chair raised on a small wooden dais.

"When boys are in the room you sit on that chair and supervise
them. Most of the time they will be in their own cubicle."

He opened one of the cupboard doors to show a small cubicle room
beyond. At the far side of the cubicle was a bench desk, a desk
lamp and a swivel office chair. A PC screen, keyboard and mouse
rested on the desk.

"There's eight cubicles. You allow one boy per cubicle and let
them close the doors if they want. You give them total privacy,
but make sure they don't steal any of the equipment. The actual
PC's are safely locked away. We have an excellent very fast
optical fibre internet link to the café."

"Do they have to pay for this?"

"Nope, they just have to eat at the café. Each one has their own
user id and data storage space. It's a good idea to lock the main
door when you have the boys in here; it helps to prevent the
equipment growing legs."

"So they use it for homework?"

"Well, that and games and other things they might find
interesting."

"Other things? As in what they might not be able to use at home?"

"You're getting the idea.  It helps boost custom for the café.
There are headphones, webcams and joysticks in the drawer under
each desk. As we are dealing with teenage boys there is also a box
of tissues in each drawer too."

"I see."

"I'm afraid part of the job is you have to pat them down to make
sure no equipment walks from the room. You also tidy up any waste
tissues, but we provide you rubber gloves for that. They can be
dirty little beasts, but we run a relaxed ship here. They know
what happens in this room stays in this room if they don't want to
get banned. Just make sure there is no bullying."

"How do I get a key to the door?"

"Just ask John or me. When you finish the probation period, you'll
get your own key. By the way, we don't allow food in here
especially the butter pats from the tables. It makes such a mess."

"It must be very popular with the boys to come in here!"

"Yes, for the regulars we allow some afterhours access, there's
loads of different games and video DVDs too."

"You leave them alone afterhours?"

"No. One of us always supervises in case there is a problem with
the equipment or things get out of control. That work is unpaid
overtime done on a rota basis. You've seen the room now, so you'd
best get back to minding the tables. I'm glad you are enjoying it
here."

Fred led him out of the room and relocked the door. The café was
empty and stayed that way until three thirty when the occasional
boy drifted in to buy a snack to eat on his way home. One hour
later John approached Trevor.

"You might as well go home to the cottage. I'll help Fred close
up."

His dismissal was met with a smile. "Oh, are you and Fred
expecting some out of hours computer work in the back room."

"I can't think what you might be talking about Trevor. Myself, I
can't wait to get home. I had a tiring morning."

"So I noticed. I'll see you tomorrow at eight."

He left the café and walked to the local supermarket to buy some
groceries and a few cans of beer. He was feeling quite tired from
the new work environment. He was looking forward to a quiet
evening with a good book and a couple of lazy beers. He knew
Roger's book case was well stocked with modern thrillers as well
as some classic books.

oOo

The peace of the cottage was disturbed a couple of hours later
when he heard the front gate of the cottage squeak open. The noise
was followed by the loud clack of the heavy iron door knocker on
the front door. He peered out of the cottage windows. The evening
light was turning to darkness.

"Who could that be I wonder? Not expecting anyone."

When he opened the front door he was greeted by the sight of a
slim young blonde haired boy wearing a red rugby jersey, white
nylon shorts, knee high socks and black and white rugby boots. It
was Simon. His sports outfit was plastered with mud and one cheek
was similarly covered. He was shivering but had brilliant smile.

"Simon, what are you doing here?"

"I was doing after school rugger practice, but my clothes went
missing from the locker room. When I got home I found that mum was
not in. I'd forgotten she goes swimming with her friends. My key
was in my clothes."

"Come in, you must be freezing. Now the sun has gone down the wind
is cold. Try not to get mud on everything. I've only borrowed this
cottage."

The young boy stepped through the door and Trevor shut it behind
him. Simon immediately began unlacing his rugby boots and slipped
them from his feet. Looking around he found some old newspaper by
the fireplace. He took a sheet to rest his dirty boots on top
beside the hearth.

"Great. A real coal fire. It feels good. Do you mind if I wait
here until mum gets home? I promise not to be any trouble. It will
only be an hour or so."

"Yes sure Simon you'll be more than welcome. I'll see if I can
find an old blanket for you to sit on and wrap around you. How did
you know I'd be here, in this cottage?"

"I only live in the next street. I saw you leave here this morning
when I was going to school."

"Okay. Can we phone your mum and let her know where you are? What
about your dad?"

"Nah, mum never takes her phone to swimming. Dad's out in Saudi on
a contract at the moment. She knows I can take care of myself."

The boy casually bent over and slipped the rugby stockings down
his legs and slipped them off his feet. As he bent over it became
obvious to Trevor that there was no underwear beneath those thin
white nylon shorts. The young teen's glorious smooth pale legs and
feet were bare up to the hem of the shorts. They acted like
powerful magnets to the man's greedy eyes.

"Hello... anyone there. I said, do you mind if I sit next to the
fire and warm up?"

Simon's eyes sparkled and a grin formed as he realised that the
man was checking out his legs.

"Uum err. Sorry Simon I'm forgetting my manners. Of course you
can." He pulled over a solid wood farm kitchen chair. "Can I get
you something to eat or drink?"

The boy sat next to the fire, his slim legs crossed at his ankles
with his knees splayed out toward the man. He tilted his head
toward the pewter beer mug on the small table next to where Trevor
had been reading earlier.

"How about some beer? Dad lets me drink it at Christmas."

Trevor tore his gaze from the boy's legs and chuckled. "I don't
think so. I can't have you thinking I'm trying to get you drunk."

"Well, how about some juice or 7-UP? You won't get me drunk if you
give me beer."

"Sorry, I only moved in a day ago. I wasn't expecting any guests.
I've got some instant coffee."

"Yuk, I hate coffee. Go on, just half a glass of beer. I won't
tell anyone. Mum would let me have that in a lemonade shandy
anyway."

"Alright. Just this once. I hope you can keep secrets."

The boy smirked at him, "Mmmm. I'm real good at all kinds of
secrets." He looked past Trevor's shoulder. "Wow have you see how
dark it is outside now? Are you gonna pull the curtains or
something? Like make it cosy in here."

"I tell you what Simon. Why don't you do that while I go to the
kitchen and get you a drink?"

He watched as the long bare legs flashed over to the window. Simon
stretched up on tiptoes to pull the curtains closed. As the boy
turned back Trevor could see the outline of the boy cock press
against the thin white shorts. Trevor hurried to the kitchen,
adjusting his clothing as he walked. He was soon back with a foamy
glass in his hand.

"Here you go. Now remember don't tell anyone."

The boy pouted. "That's not half full." But he took the glass and
settled back on the chair by the fire. He tucked his feet under
his bottom as he sat cross legged with his knees wide apart. This
time one of the legs of the shorts gaped open up to his groin.
Trevor could just see a thin crescent of boy scrotum peeking out
from the depths of the shorts. Simon followed his gaze then
unhurriedly pushed the clothing down to obscure the view.

"How long have you been in Oakston Trev?"

"It's like I told you. I arrived last night to start work in the
café."

"Are you going to stay long?"

"I don't know yet. I'm enjoying the work and the people I meet
there."

"Don't you mean `boys you meet there'? You know the place has a
bit of a reputation for perves working there don't you? To perve
the school boys."

"Okay. So I mean the `boys'. Even though some of them are really
cheeky and no I didn't know the café had a reputation."

"Are you saying I'm cheeky?" he pouted his kissable lips in fake
annoyance before sipping from his glass. Trevor shifted his chair
and sat next the boy. He could feel the warmth of the fire on his
knees. One of his knees gently rested against the boy's bare knee.

"I might be saying you are cheeky, but I know you are cute,
definitely." As he spoke he gently rested his hand on the bare
knee of the boy. The warmth of the boy's bare skin against his
hand seared through his awareness. Simon did not react or attempt
to move his knee away. Apart from the crackle of the fire there
was a breathless silence in the room.

"That book you were reading today, in the cafe, you said the boy
in the story was bullied at school. Is it happening to you?"

"Yeah, it's just one boy. Barry Williams. He just seems to pick on
me when no one is looking. I can't prove it." Whispered Simon as
his eyes filled with tears. "He always seems to find some way of
convincing the teacher that he was just messing around, but he
calls me bad names and stuff."

"What kind of stuff? He steals from you?"

"He makes me give him my dinner money. The teachers searched him
once but didn't find the money. It got worse after that."

"Does he do any other stuff to you?"

"He hits me. But he's careful so there's no bruise. And he says
he'll tell the others I'm gay."

"There's nothing wrong in being gay, but I can see how it might be
a problem for a young boy at school. Guys your age often wonder if
they are gay, but it doesn't mean anything."

"I'm not a poof Trevor." He looked the man in the eyes and grinned
through his tears. "But if your hand goes any higher up my leg
we're gonna have to get married."

He looked down to see his uncontrolled hand had indeed crept up
the smooth boy's leg. His fingers were searching spider-like for
the entrance to the brief legs of the shorts. He jerked his hand
away as though he'd been touching white hot steel.

"Oh my God. I'm so sorry Simon. I really didn't intend to do that.
Please forgive me. I won't do that again."

The boy laughed easily then grinned. "Don't worry, it felt quite
good really, but I don't kiss on a first date. You must be one of
those nasty men that mummy warned me about." Trevor couldn't help
but notice the boy had not moved his legs away.

"I'm really sorry though. I shouldn't have touched you there. Are
you going to tell anyone?"

"No I won't tell anyone. You weren't bullying me or forcing me to
let you do it. Who knows if you hadn't been so miserly with the
beer I might have let you get your hand in my pants." He unfolded
his legs and jumped up from the chair. "Look, do you mind if I use
your shower. This mud is beginning to dry on my face and it is
pulling my skin. It itches no end."

"Er yeh sure. It ... um... at the top of the stairs." He said in a
distracted way. His attention was  focussed on the hard tent pole
pointing his way through the white nylon shorts. Simon giggled as
he ran upstairs. The man's eyes followed the scarcely hidden cute
butt as it faded out of sight. He took the opportunity to adjust
his own erection. It was made worse by the realisation that the
boy had left the bathroom door open as he showered. Trevor fought
hard against the temptation of the implied invitation to watch the
boy showering.

Ten minutes later the cheerful boy skipped down the stairs naked
except for the slightly damp pair of shorts. He trailed a muddy
rugby shirt in one hand. The thin wet white nylon left little to
the imagination. He looked at the old grandfather clock standing
in the corner of the room.

"Hey, I'd best be on my way home."

"You can't go dressed like that. You are almost naked. I'll see if
I can find some clothes for you or give you a lift in my car."

"Huh, you noticed mommy? Don't worry you old perve. I have cunning
plan." Simon slipped out of the front door of the cottage only to
return twenty seconds later lugging a large shoulder bag. He stood
next to the fire and dropped the bag on the chair. With one swift
move he unzipped the bag to retrieve his school uniform.

"You sneaky little minx. You lied about them being hidden at
school."

"Not exactly. I just didn't mention I knew where my clothes were
hidden." The boy unhesitating bent and slipped his white shorts
down his legs to the floor. Trevor caught a brief glimpse of the
tiny pink ass pucker. Simon stood naked and turned to face the man
seated just a few inches away.

"You can touch me."


... to be continued.

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