Date: Wed, 24 Nov 2021 02:42:49 +0000 From: OneHandedFantasies Subject: Job at Mr. Deans Hardware Chapter 1 This story is a work of pure fiction. None of the characters or locations exist in real life. They only exist within my fantasies. This story contains graphic sex between older men and consenting underaged boys. If reading this kind of content is illegal in your region, please do not continue. This is not meant to be an endorsement of those kinds of activities, rather it is an exploration of fantasy. This story is not to be published or shared elsewhere or it is a direct violation of my copyright. Any rendition of this story not shared directly from the contact info listed above is seen as a violation. If you like this story and would like to discuss, you can always email the address onehandedfantasies@protonmail.com. I am also open to suggestions and tips. This is not my job, I am not a professional, this is just a way to share my fantasies with other likeminded individuals. Everyone loves fan mail! Chapter 1: Discovery at the Ballfields The summer I turned 14 I moved in with my dad on the opposite side of the small rural town I had grown up in. My parents had gotten divorced when I was 10 and everything at home was fine until about a year ago when my new stepdad moved in. I guess mom thought it was easier to have me live with dad majority of the time than to deal with constant turmoil at home. I don't even know what I was upset about all the time. I guess it was just puberty making me angry and stubborn with the situation. I didn't want a new authority figure telling me what I could and couldn't do or to clean up after myself. So, I couldn't have been happier to move in with my dad. He was strict and old-fashioned, but he also knew I needed space and freedom at my age. So, in my eyes it was a great move. The best part about living with my dad was where his house was. It was a small house in a neighborhood almost outside of town. Just a little over a block away was a park with some old baseball fields and past that it was just cornfields and little farms for miles. The other nice thing was my best friend Brenden from school was only a few blocks away. We would meet most days by the old wooden bleachers and just hang out. There was next to nothing to do in town so often our days consisted of wandering in the trees that lined the park avoiding the older kids who would hang out and smoke cigarettes by the dugouts. I used to play little league at the park when I was young, but that was short lived because I really have no interest in sports. My dad wanted me to play and rather than let him down, I joined since I knew some of my friends would be there. I hated it. I am not cut out to be an athlete. I'm too small and skinny. The ballfields leave a lot to be desired. They are seriously outdated and not kept up the best. The grass was at least cut, but never watered and dead half the year. Not that it mattered since the only teams that played here were teams sponsored by the local businesses. It was mostly out of shape middle aged men who would drink the whole length of the game. One day in late spring Brenden and I were sitting on the bleachers playing Pokémon Red and Blue while Brenden's older brother and a few of his friends were hanging out by the old concession stand. We weren't paying close attention since they never talked about anything that interested us. Today though they were teasing Shawn, one of the older boys that I hated. I think it started with stupid "your mom" joke but it doesn't matter. Either way the other boys really started to it pile on him. "Whatever Shawn, you wouldn't even know what to do if you were with my mom! You'd have to wait for my dad to come home! Hahaha!" "Yeah, or better yet, Coach Stevens! `Hey coach, I waited to hop in the shower till you got here'" "Shut up! You guys are so gay!" Shawn protested at the other boys. "Whatever, we don't get a boner every time coach says `Hit the showers'" I tried not to laugh out loud. I was overjoyed to see the shoe on the other foot for once. Usually, I was on the receiving end of all the jokes. After some time, Shawn had had enough and angerly stormed off. "Fuck you guys!" "Hey Shawn, don't forget to stop by the crapper on the way home! Maybe there is a dick waiting in there you can suck! Oh wait, you'll be back at night for that!" They all erupted in laughter. His response was a middle finger in the air as he walked across the parking lot and headed home. Brenden and I hung out some time longer after everyone left. Eventually though, we too had to head home since our parents got home at 5pm. We parted ways, he cut across the baseball field and I walked towards the parking lot heading home. "I'll hit you up in the morning!" "Deal!" I yelled back with a wave. As I walked along the gravel parking lot, I passed the old park bathrooms. They were nothing more than a little brick building with men's on one side and women's on the opposite. They were very dated. I thought back to the comment from earlier that stuck with me: "Maybe there is a dick waiting in there you can suck." I know it was a joke, but I instinctively turned toward the door. I went around the wooden partition and pushed open the old plywood door. The dusty spring made a creaking noise as I entered. These bathrooms were very primitive. The only real light inside was from a wire mesh opening that ran along the top of the brick wall below the wood and tin roof. The urinal was just a big rusty trough that drained through a pipe to a hole under the building. Like a giant porta-potty. I never came in here since I would always just pee in the woods. There were two wooden stalls as well. Just plywood painted a dark green and rusty metal supports. I pushed open the far door. It too had an old spring holding it shut, but not latch. The toilet was literally just a toilet seat mounted to a wooden box on the floor that led under the building as well. "Gross!" I thought to myself as I looked inside. The whole place smelled like stale urine and dust. I noticed all the graffiti on the wall, but more importantly I noticed there was a hole cut between the two stalls. Above it in dark writing was "Receiving." I may have been naïve but not so much I didn't know what that was there for! A glory hole? I was shocked! Who in this small town would even use a glory hole? I know the boys earlier were probably just joking around, but here it was. I could feel my erection going in excitement of this discovery! I peered through the hole to the other stall. It was dimly lit and empty. I crept around into the other side. "Deposit" with an arrow as scribbled on this side. I smiled at the crude humor as my nylon shorts tented from my teenage hormones. How many men have cum here before I pondered? I pushed the waistband of my shorts and boxers down to my knees in one swift motion. I took my just over 4" cock in hand and eased it through the hole. It was crudely cut, but at the perfect height that I didn't have to crouch. Surprisingly the edges weren't sharp or coarse either. I looked down as my cock disappeared onto the other side. I pressed my soft wispy patch of brown pubes against the dirty green wall. I imagined the rush it must be if there were someone on the other side. How daring you must have to be to put your dick through this hole for a stranger on the other side! I withdrew my pulsing cock. All the thoughts flooding my mind. I couldn't wait till I got home. I started to aggressively stroke my stiff cock. It didn't take long and I shot a few jets of thin cum down the wooden wall onto the dirty cement floor. I caught my breath and looked around dingy bathroom stall. This is probably the grossest place where I have jacked off to date! As I walked back into the evening sun, I looked around cautiously as if leaving a public bathroom was a crime. I reminded myself to try and look normal since I didn't do anything wrong. I knew I had to come back after dark and see what a went on in here or who even visited. I had enough freedom that I could leave the house as I pleased with in reason, but I generally didn't go anywhere at night. I knew my dad would ask all the usual questions. Where I was going, who would be there and what we would be doing. Because of this, I waited all week until Friday night when I knew my dad went over to his friend Randy's to play poker and hang out. He left shortly after 8 with his usual "Don't wait up." I waited till after 9:30 when it was dark and headed out. I went over a couple blocks before heading towards the park so I wouldn't be seen by any of my neighbors. I entered the dark park and walked along the ball fields in the shadows. The park was empty other than some cars on the far end of the parking lot. This was normal for a weekend though, so I didn't think anything of it. I walked silently along the gravel path. I could hear my heart pounding in my throat as I neared the restroom. What if some older kids were waiting inside and would out me? I would never be able to show my face in school again! I'd probably have to transfer! Driven by hormones, I went in anyways. It was dark inside aside from dim light shining through from the streetlights outside. I peeked under the stalls as I walked in. Empty. I was both relieved and letdown. Still, I went to the end stall and sat down. I figured I didn't walk here for nothing! I sat in silence for what felt like an hour but was probably 10 minutes. I should have brought my Gameboy! I thought to myself. Then I jumped as I heard the spring of the door open. I sat up silent, still, and scared. My heart was instantly pounding up in my throat again. I heard soft footsteps. The door on the stall next to me swung open and shut. I was sure that whoever it was, they could hear my heart pounding. I heard both his belt buckle and zipper as they were opened. I leaned forward a bit so I could peer through the hole in the next stall. I saw his pale legs with his jeans and white briefs at his knees. I leaned a bit more. I could see his hand playing with his still limp cock. My own cock reacted by forming a tent in my jeans. I silently undid my own jeans and watched as his cock grew in his hands. My trembling hands gripped the base of my erection as I slowly stroked. After a bit of us stroking in near silence, aside from our rhythmic thumping, I watched him stand up. Ever so slowly his cock pushed through to my side of the wall. My eyes must have had a look of shock if anyone could have seen them. It was thick and pale in color with a long foreskin that covered all but his tip. In the dim light I could see the shiny slit in his head. I marveled at it for a bit. Then as if he thought I hadn't noticed the cock hanging from the wall, he swung it side to side a bit. I instinctively reached out and took his soft foreskin in my hand and slowly pulled it back revealing the pink mushroom head. "Mmmmm..." I heard a soft moan from the other side of the wall. I took that as a sign of approval and continued to push back the soft skin and then pull it back over his tip. It milked out droplets of precum from the tip each time. I could feel his erection grow stiffer as I did. I moved my hand up and down his shaft. Feeling the smooth skin and veins inside. Aside from my own, this was the first cock I had ever had in my hand. I picked up pace and in response I could hear his breathing becoming shallower. His nose whistled with each breath and he push his crotch against the wall giving me more to work with. I could see the gray pubic hair at the base of his shaft now. I gripped it even tighter. I could feel every bump in his shaft as my hand quickly moved up and down it. "Hmmmph Hmmmmmmph" I heard his deep grunts from the other side. Before I even realized what was happening, a thick load of cum poured out of his throbbing tip and down my forehand. I kept milking him as more ran out and down my arm onto the floor. I was shocked how much and how thick it was compared to my own! It was warm and I could smell its strong scent. Almost like bleach, but sweeter. I slowed my pace as the flow stopped after 2 more good squirts. "Whew... ah yeah." He said in a whisper as he withdrew his deflated cock. "Thanks!" He had a soft-spoken voice. Almost a whisper. I heard his belt being buckled and then the stall door. All I made out through the hole as he left was a red flannel shirt and jeans. I took my own eager cock with my cum covered slick hand and pumped out the fastest orgasm in my life adding to the mess on the floor. I used a piece of toilet paper to wipe the remaining cum from my hands, only after taking in the smell a bit longer. I cautiously exited the bathroom looking for any witnesses as I did. No one in site. Then as I was walking away, I heard a pickup engine firing up. I hurried into the shadow of the concession stand just in time to see a red pickup leaving the parking lot. On the side was a decal for "Deans Handy Hardware." Was that Mr. Dean from the hardware store? I took the same long route home. My mind racing with thoughts. Mr. Dean was an old married man. His kids were as old as my parents! What would he be doing in a place like that at night? When I got home the house was still empty. I washed my hands and brushed my teeth before plopping down in front to the TV. I was still a bit in shock from the excitement. I should have seen what he tasted like! If only I had thought it out beforehand, I could have tried so much more! I fantasied so often about giving head and tasting a man, now I might have missed my chance! I decided on the spot, when dad leaves next Friday, I'm going back. The week dragged on like any other would when waiting for something, aside from the fact I jacked off twice as often! I don't think there was a single sock in my laundry that wasn't soiled! I watched the clock all evening anxiously. First, at 8pm dad left for Randy's like always. He told me not to stay up too late. I promised I'd be in bed before midnight with a laugh. I then watched the clock until about 9:30 just like last week. I jumped up and out the door, retracing my steps from the week prior. The park was empty again. I confidently yet cautiously made my way to the restroom. I walked in slowly letting the door close behind me. I now found the stale piss smell to be arousing. I peeked under the stalls. Empty, but that's ok, I can wait a bit. Hopefully lightning will strike twice! I sat patiently in the stall with my jeans and boxers at my ankles. My cock rock hard with excitement. I sat long enough that I began to lose hope. I even went limp from discouragement. How long do I sit here wasting my free evening time? I could just go jackoff at home! Then, just as I had given up hope, I heard the door open. I watched through my peephole. Jeans and a red flannel shirt entered again! I heard his belt being undone and it brought my erection back to life. I leaned forward to see more and met his eyes as he was looking back at me. It was indeed the warm familiar face of Mr. Dean, the hardware store owner. He grinned and nodded at me. I jumped back, sacred that my identity was compromised! Breaking my thought was his limp cock sliding through the hole. He wanted this too. Surely, he wouldn't share that he was here the same thing as I? His foreskin hung lose at the end of his limp member. My mouth watered. I reached out and again took him in my hand. It didn't take long playing with it and he was stiff and leaking precum. This was what I had been fantasizing about all week! So, I went for it. I pulled back his foreskin, leaned in and took his mushroom head into my mouth. My tongue licked at the tips tasting his salty sweet precum. "Mmmmmmmm" was his soft groan of approval. To get more comfortable, I moved to crouching on the floor and eventually kneeling in front of the hole in the wall. I took him all the way in my mouth until I felt like I would gag, and then went back to suckling at his head. After a bit of repeating this, I was able to take all of him. My forehead was hitting the stall wall and his pubes tickled my nose. His cock tasted amazing. It had a clean sweet taste, and occasionally I would get a salty sour taste as some of his precum would leak down the back of my tongue. My mouth watered more and drool leaked from the sides of my lips. I was enjoying the mastering my newfound cock sucking skills when I felt him push forward against the wall. His breathing was replaced with huff and puffs. I took him as deep as I could without choking trying to give him the best head I could. "Aghhh hmmph hmmmmph" He moaned trying to be silent. I felt his cock throbbing deep in my mouth and then I felt the warmth. I knew he was cumming. It had a more bitter taste than I had anticipated. I swallowed what I could but still gagged on his thick load filling my throat. I pulled my mouth off mid orgasm and jacked his erupting cock to completion. The last of his cum swinging in strings from my wrist down onto the floor. As I finally caught my breath, I took him back in my mouth so I was able to savor the last of his salty sweet cum. I jacked myself through to my own orgasm as I savored the taste of his seed. I sucked his cock clean until he went soft in my mouth and he withdrew from the hole. "Thanks again, kid. We should find a better spot sometime." He said softly. With that he was gone again. I followed out shortly after him, leaving behind another mess on the floor. I headed the opposite way into the dark, looking back to see him walking across the parking lot to his truck. I could still taste him in my mouth. Once home, I got a surprise. I was barely in the door when dad pulled up the driveway. I flipped on the TV quickly as he walked in. "Dad!? Home so early?" I tried to not sound surprised. "Yeah, Randy's mom had some kind of plumbing emergency, so it was an early night." I could see him give me a bit of a look and an unusual smirk as we chatted. "Well, that sucks" I said as I excused myself to go brush my teeth. Once in the bathroom I saw in the mirror much to my horror, a big obvious wet line down the chest of my blue t-shirt. The bottom of which was still a shiny, white gob of Mr. Deans cum. Dad saw it and he had to know what it was! My face was red hot with embarrassment. I went straight to my bedroom after I was done. I couldn't look him in the eyes. To be continued...