Date: Wed, 24 Nov 2021 02:44:40 +0000 From: OneHandedFantasies Subject: Job at Mr. Deans Hardware Chapter 2 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 This story is not to be published or shared elsewhere or it is a direct violation of my copyright.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 2: Mr. Dean's Hardware Store Things were mostly normal for the next week. I acted like nothing happened and dad didn't bring it up. I knew Friday night I couldn't make another visit for fear dad might be on to me. When the time approached, I was in my regular spot on the couch. "Well, I'm heading out. I'll be back around midnight." Dad said being more specific than usual. "No getting into trouble now." "I won't" I said dully. "Ok, just saying." He smirked as we walked out the door. I fought all my urgers and stayed in that night. In fact, I stayed in the next Friday as well. Dad didn't come home early either night. It was truly missed opportunities. Saturday however was another surprise. "Mark, do you want to come with to grab some lawn seed and fertilizer? I'm going to hit the backyard today." I reluctantly agreed and headed downtown with dad. When we arrived, I requested that I just hang in the car and listen to the radio. "Don't be silly, I will need help carrying the bags." Was his response. We walked in and got a pleasant "G 'morning folks" from Mr. Dean. I stared down at the floor, but I could tell I got a second look from him as I passed. We went up and down the aisles of the old store until we got everything dad was looking for. I knew I was beet red as we went up to the register to check out. Mr. Dean and my dad made some small talk and I tried to be invisible before I was snapped back to reality. "And how about yourself young man? Staying out of trouble?" "Yes. Yessir" I quietly replied. "Oh, I know you are." He smiled. We picked up our items and headed to the door. "Oh, I almost forgot!" We both stopped in our tracks. "You didn't get a sucker!" Mr. Dean was holding onto a plastic container of suckers that he always gave out to kids. "That's ok. I think I'm too old for a sucker." "Nonsense! Never too old for a sucker." I walked back and picked out a sucker. He leaned in with a whisper. "Since I know you like to suck! Stop by the store sometime. I would like to chat." I nodded my head and walked back to my dad and we left. I decided that I better go for a visit the first chance I got on Monday when my dad went to work. After a bit of debating what to wear, I went with jeans and a tighter t-shirt. I waited until about mid-morning and hopped on my bike. It wasn't a long ride, but my mind had plenty of time to go through possible scenarios of what I would encounter. What if he threatened me for knowing his secret? He was always a very pleasant old man though, so it couldn't be that. I continued my ride figuring he must just want me to promise to keep his secret. I parked my bike against the side of the building and sheepishly walked in the front door. I was greeted by a smiling Mr. Dean. "Well, good morning young man. Come on in! I was worried I might have scared you off the other day with your dad" He winked at me. His whole cheek wrinkled in doing so. "Jason, can you come watch the front for a bit? I have some business I have to take care of in back" He yelled to the other gentleman that worked there. "Follow me..." he steered me with a hand on my shoulder. He led me down an aisle to an "Employees only" door that turned out to be a cluttered office with boxes of old paperwork stacked on every open space but the desk and a couple of old leather chairs. "Old inventory reports and taxes." He informed me as I gazed around. "I was pretty excited when you started visiting the old ballfields, but you must have stopped visiting?" I nodded. "I was afraid my dad might catch me sneaking out." "Yeah, that would be a tough one to talk your way out of huh." I nodded again as he continued. "That used to be a popular place to get for some, how should I put it... relief. But now it's pretty hit and miss. That's why I got so excited to see a new young face, or mouth I should say, on the other side." He winked with a laugh. I felt myself blushing as he brought up what I had done. "Do... do other men visit there?" I asked curious. "Some, but most are scared off by the idea of meeting in such a public place. Word spreads fast in this town you know. But there are men who still want to have a good time. Other men like us." Mr. Dean stood up from sitting on the desk and stepped behind me and rubbed my shoulders. I could smell his aftershave and musk. His manly smell made my cock grow stiff in my jeans. "Was that your first time sucking a man? Or have you and for friends explored your curiosities?" I shook my head and gulped. "That... that was my first time." "And you seemed to enjoy it?" I hesitated and then nodded honestly. "You would want to do it again if you knew no one would say anything, right?" I looked up at him as he stood at my side. His face was wrinkled with age. He was shaved smooth other than some white stubble on his neck that must have been miss when shaving. His white hair was combed off to the side neatly. Nearly every hair in its place. He had trusting light blue eyes. His caring look just told me I could trust this old man with my deeply hidden desires. So, again I slowly nodded my head. His hands slowly started undoing his old leather belt. I could tell where this was going. He was dressed in a white t-shirt that was tucked into his blue jeans. After his belt was undone, he pulled his shirt out of his pants. His belly was bigger, but I wouldn't call him fat. He just had that jolly grandfather look to him. His belly also had white hair covering it, but in a gross thick way link I've seen at the beach. His fingers then undid the button on his jeans. "You are sure you want to do this?" I nodded again more eagerly. My mouth watered at the thought of seeing this grown man in the light. Not just in the dark, through a hole in the wall. He opened his button and undid the zipper reviling his white briefs. He stepped a bit closer to me and put his hands at his side as if to present himself for my taking. I read his nonverbal clues and started to pull down his jeans. Coarse white hair peaked out from the sides of his now tented briefs. I could see the outline of his perfect cock under the white fabric, and his large sack below. He filled out his underwear perfectly. It was a feast for my eyes. My breathing was heavy and my heart was racing as I took the elastic waistband in my hands and started to pull it down. I felt like I was completely out of body as his cock slowly came into view. I could see myself as an innocent teen boy undressing this kind old man. His thick cock stood away from his body reaching for me. A thick mess of coarse grayish white pubic hair that covered the base and most of his crotch. I was close enough I could smell his musky man odor. It was completely intoxicating. I looked up at him and he nodded with a grin. I took a hold of his smooth warm shaft and retracted his foreskin. His head was a deep shade of pink and the tip glistened in the light. His heavy sack lifted and fell as I slowly pulled the skin of his shaft up and down. I was eager to taste his salty sweet seed again. I leaned in and took him in my mouth. I swallowed his shaft until it was deep in the back of my throat. I was lost in ecstasy from having a man's cock fill my mouth. My hands held his firm thighs and explored his full sack. They were so warm and heavy in my hands. I pushed them up against my chin as I savored the taste of his precum on the back of my tongue. I knew I wanted to drain them completely for this man. I started to bob up and down on his saft. My tongue circling his head and foreskin in my mouth. I could feel the sweet slimy precum as it leaked out. I was completely lost in the moment. His breathing was heavy, and his strong hands would squeeze my shoulders and rustle my hair as I worked on his cock. I would get an occasional moan or grunt of pleasure showing his satisfaction. I was driven to please him. I wanted to feel his seed explode in my mouth. My eyes were watering, and drool ran down the side of my mouth as I became comfortable and more aggressive with my sucking. "Aghhh.... I'm getting close." He gasped. "If you don't want to swallow..." I shook my head and continued my deep sucking. My hand felt his ass checks as they would flex. The skin on his ass was lose and soft with age, but his muscles were firm underneath. His hands held the back of my head and neck. "Oh shit... Ughhhmmmmm!" He moaned softly. I increased my intensity and pulled his hips towards my face to show him I was serious. My face buried in is thick mat of hair. "Oh god! I'm gonna cum!" He pushed his cock into the back of my throat as I felt him throb in my mouth. His legs flexed and he begun to thrust forward. He was so deep in my mouth that his hot cum squirted down my throat with nowhere else to go but down in my stomach. I breathed through my nose best I could and relaxed my throat as he unloaded jet after jet of thick cum directly into my belly. "Hmmph hmmmmph ah" He caught his breath and released my head. I didn't take him out of my mouth. I savored the last few drops as they leaked out. My tongue cleaning his tip of every taste I could get. I was already sad his orgasm was over. "Oh wow... I could get used to that!" He wiped the drool off my chin with his thumb as I released his soft spent member from my hungry mouth. He put his arms around my head and hugged me. My face against his naked belly just inches from the limp cock I just drained. "Did you enjoy that?" "Uh huh" I nodded "I did." "I bet you got a big ol' stiffy just fighting to get out of those jeans, huh?" It was obviously aroused. "It only seems fair I help you out in return." He helped me stand up and held me close to him. He didn't waste any time getting my jeans to my knees. My boxers were comically tented with a wet patch in the front. He squeezed it firmly causing me to involuntarily moan in pleasure. He pulled my boxers past my rigid cock and gave a moan of approval. "Very nice. And so hard!" His strong hand completely engulfed my cock as he took hold of it. Our naked hips touching as we both stared down in awe while he firmly stroked my young cock. At just over 4" I wasn't doing bad for my age. He used a very firm grip that made me a bit nervous, but it never hurt. It actually added to the excitement. It didn't take more than a few short strokes of his hand and I could feel my stomach tighten into knots and my toes started tingling. I panicked a bit knowing I was past the point of control. "I...I'm close..." I whimpered. "Where do I cum?" He didn't answer he just continued until I was squirming. No longer being able to hold back, I arched my back and held onto Mr. Dean as my knees got weak and I almost lost my balance. "Aghhhhhh!" I gasped as I felt my orgasm take over my body. What I lacked in volume I more than made up for in velocity as my jets of cum shot across the floor. I held him closely until I regained control of my muscles "Th... ughh... thanks." I puffed. "My pleasure." He flicked his hand throwing off my spent seed and wiped the rest on his pants. We pulled ourselves together and giggled at my still stiff erection even after cumming, as I forced it back in my jeans. "I'd like to do this again, Mark. Would you be ok with that?" I nodded eagerly. "Oh yes!" "Good. I think I will call your dad and see if he is ok with you helping around the store occasionally? I can pay you for the hours worked, and of course there would be some great bonuses. Think he would be ok with that?" I told Mr. Dean about how my dad was always pushing me to get summer jobs cutting grass or something. So, we agreed that this would be a great arrangement. And the bonuses he promised, would be our secret. He reminded me a few times that I need to act surprised when he called and asked. I reassured him that I could keep my dad from being suspicious. The whole bike ride home all I could think about was the fact I had a full load of Mr. Deans cum in my belly. I swallowed the whole thing. I was actually proud of myself. I was lounging on the couch when Mr. Dean called dad that evening. I acted as if I wasn't interested in what they were talking about but listened in closely. It was mostly just small talk, but then my dad's tone changed. "That sounds like a great idea! Let me check... Hey Mark, would you want to work a couple days a week up at Deans Hardware? You would get paid. This is a great opportunity!" I shrugged trying not to show my excitement. "Sure." Dad went back to the phone and worked out all the details that Mr. Dean and I had already discussed earlier that day. Tomorrow morning, I would start my new part time job at the hardware store. With plenty of benefits, I hoped! The first week of working went well. I will admit, the work was pretty boring. Straightening items on shelves and dusting the things nobody buys. One day I entirely spent organizing screws into the correct sizes. But it did give me a chance to chit chat with Mr. Dean. I learned a lot about men and how normal my masturbation habits were. We also chatted pretty in-depth about sex. I learned that I was more of a bottom whereas Mr. Dean was mostly a top. He told me I was a rare find because there weren't any young bottoms in the area. Apparently, I would be quite popular he informed me. We also discussed anal and if I thought I was interested in it. Since I often fingered myself while I jacked off, I figured it would be something I did indeed want to explore. I trusted Mr. Dean when he said we would go slow, and he could coach me if I ever wanted to try it. That day he sent me home with a small tub of Vaseline jelly since I informed him, I was just using spit and lube from my dad's nightstand when I played with myself. The following day I didn't have to work since I only went on Tuesdays and Thursdays, so I spent my morning looking for the perfect cock shaped items around the house. The first item was a no brainer. I saw the plunder handle as I was brushing my teeth. It was slender, which I thought was a good start, but I knew I needed something more representative of Mr. Deans thick cock. I settled on 2 items, an ice-cream scoop handle from the kitchen, and a hammer handle from the garage. I brought everything to my room, laid them out on the floor and fetched the Vaseline from my hiding spot. After stripping into my birthday suit, I scooped up a sizeable amount of the cold grease and smeared it on my tight hole. I easily pushed in two of my fingers. I then lined myself up over the plunger handle and slowly sunk it in. It slid in easily and I lowered myself onto it until I felt a pain up in my stomach. I removed it and looked at the grease stain down the handle. Wow! I must have taken it at least 7 inches deep! I applied some more Vaseline and switched over to the ice cream scoop handle. It took a bit of force to push that one in. I had to pause multiple times for my muscles to relax, but with some persistence, I soon had it in. I started to push it in and out slowly. I felt a new sensation as it pushed against my prostate. I had a nearly constant string of clear precum leaking from my tip as I moved the handle in and out in a slow thrusting motion. After I was well warmed up, I picked up the hammer. The handle was easily as think in my hand as Mr. Dean was. The only problem was the end was blunt not tapered like the others. I lubed it up and put it to my hole and pushed. No luck. Not even close. I stood it up on the floor and tried to straddle it. That way I had more force. I felt it pushing at my hole, but I was nowhere near getting it to penetrate. I took a break to relax and then gave it another go. I was determined. I put my weight against it and felt the end slowly slip past my first ring of muscles. "Aghhhhh!" I grunted. It was an instant burning pain. I slowed my breathing and focused on relaxing. "I'm past the hard part." I told myself as an inch of the handle had penetrated just inside my young ass. After some time of waiting the pain slowly subsided. Using some pressure I sunk more of it in. The pain returned every time I put more pressure on it. I worried that maybe I rushed into such a large item, and slowly withdrew it, but not completely. I realized that I could, without much pain, pull it almost completely out and the sink it back in relatively pain free. I continued these short thrusts only going a bit further each time and slowly picking up speed. It took some time, but I was able to take about half of the handle. I then noticed that I could completely pull the handle out, and my hole would stay relaxed enough that I could push it right back in. I had done it. I had managed to take something easily the size of a grown cock and sink it deep in my rectum. My cock bounced as I fucked myself with the thick handle. Strings or precum flying to the floor. After covering a dirty t-shirt in my teen seed while fucking myself, I removed the handle and cleaned all my new toys, returning them to their places. My hole was swollen and somewhat numb as I moved about, but it didn't exactly hurt. I figured if I could take that hammer handle, I was up for any new challenge! I was excited to tell Mr. Dean about my new adventures. He laughed at my imaginative way to make do with what I had, but also explained that I should be careful using household things, not that I hurt myself. I promised to be careful. He asked if that meant that I was serious about trying anal sex or still just exploring. I explained that it was all I fantasied about when masturbated. I told him I wanted to try it more than anything. The response I got back was a smile and wink. "We will see, Mark." With that we went back to work. When lunch time came Mr. Dean ordered us a hamburger and fries from the dinner next door. We ate them in his office. He had Jason the other helping hand watch the register while we ate. Once we were done eating Mr. Dean got up and locked the office door. "I was going to wait for this, but you got me too damn excited!" he laughed as he walked over to where I was sitting. I knew what we both wanted, and I quickly pulled his shirt out of his pants and started to undo his belt and jeans. He was already tenting his white briefs when I got his pants open, and I hadn't even touched him yet. "See what I mean? I've had a stiffy for you all morning." "Me too." I admitted as my own cock was straining against my jeans. I took him in my mouth fast and deep. A sigh of pleasure was the response it got. Mr. Deans hands were on my head playing with my hair. My nose was once again filled with his strong manly odor. "That's it... keep going till I'm good and hard." He coached as my tongue explored if swollen tip. With his shaft in hand, I sucked his left nut, then moved to the right one before licking my way back up to his tip. I wiped his cock on my face and buried my face in his crotch. I wanted to smell like is musky mainly odor. It didn't take long, and I had him good and rigid, Mr. Dean had me stand up and undid my jeans. He let both them and my boxers fall to my knees. He took my stiff cock in hand and gave it few soft strokes. "You really want more, huh?" I nodded. "You want me inside you?" Again, I nodded. "Yeah, I think so. I at least want to try it... w-with you." Mr. Dean smiled and walked to the other side of his desk. He came back with an old tub of Vaseline. I had a nervous excitement. I knew this meant a big deal being my first time. "Here, you can lean over my desk" Mr. Dean had me bend over with my palms on the clear space in the middle his desk. He pushed my t-shirt up to my shoulders and softly caressed my back. Then, with his hands on my hips he used his thumbs to open my ass cheeks. "Mmmmm... you have a perfect pink hole" I wasn't sure what to say, so all I got out was a shy "Thanks." Much to my surprise Mr. Dean then leaned in and started circling my hole with his tongue. I let out a slight shiver at this new sensation. I didn't know men licked each other's asses. I never saw that in a porno magazine. He then pushed at my hole with his tongue. It felt strange, but I could tell by his groans that this must be something he enjoyed doing very much. I relaxed and let him lick and thrust his tongue in my tight hole. He stood up with a gasp to catch his breath and gave my ass cheek a soft slap. "I got to make sure you are good and ready. Can't just shove it in." "No, I suppose not huh." I nervously chuckled. He grabbed the tub of Vaseline and scooped up a sizable amount on 2 fingers. I felt cold sensation as he wiped it up my hole. He worked the extra left on his fingers into his cock like lotion. His fingers then returned to my hole. "Here we go." He whispered. I felt his two fingers slowly pushing in. I must have still been a bit tender from my solo session the day prior because it was a bit painful. I winced and tightened around his fingers. "Just relax and breath deep. Push a little like you are going to the bathroom." I nodded and pushed with my sphincter muscle, it worked. He easily slid into his knuckles with both fingers. He twisted them inside me exploring my inner rectum and prostate. My legs shook as he massaged it thrusting them in and out. His free hand was on my shoulder and I could feel his breath on my back. "Oh gosh" I softly moaned under him. Every time he withdrew his fingers and pushed them back in it made my back arch. The pain I had felt earlier was almost completely forgotten. I pushed back at his fingers so that his knuckles were firmly against my ass cheek. He removed his fingers from my hungry hole and again worked the excess lube into his cock. "I think you're ready." I looked back with a nod. Sweat was forming on my forehead from fear and excitement. His cock looked like a monster now that I knew where it was going. Its red swollen head shimmered in the light as he stroked himself preparing to take me completely. I wanted to please this man so badly, but I was afraid that once he started, I may not be able to take it. "If it starts to hurt..." He cut me off before I could finish "If it hurts you just give the word. I will stop." "Ok" He took aim, one hand holding my ass cheek open, the other on the base of his rigid cock. I looked straight forward at the dirty office I had found myself in. What would my friends or family say if they saw what I had gotten myself into? I was still just a kid and here I was letting an old man use me to get off, and I wanted him to. I should be out with my friends and flirting with girls. My thought was interrupted by the feeling of Mr. Deans cock pressing on my tight pucker. "Ok. Like I said, push a little bit and relax and it will go in easier." I gulped and nodded. I pushed like I was on the toilet when I felt the pressure on my hole. At first, we were not successful. His cock slipped underneath me against the back of my tight sack. We repositioned ourselves and tried again. I tried to move my hole to better line up with the angle he was pushing, which must have helped because I suddenly felt my hole stretched open. I gasped as my hole pulsed with a sharp pain. I winced, but I didn't want to give up. My fingers clawed into the old leather on the top of his desk, and I stepped up on my tippytoes. "That's it, just relax. I'm going to put in a little more. Let me know if I need to stop" "Ah... o-ok." I gasped while I concentrated on breathing. I focused on pushing with my muscles so that I would open up to his throbbing cock. Again, I winced with pain and arched my back as he sunk himself deeper into my bowels. It felt like my hole was burning. The sweating from my face got worse and I was afraid that I couldn't take all of him. "Y-you better stop." I almost begged. "Ok, I'll just hold it right here." He withdrew his cock slightly and kept it still, leaving it just inside me. I took some heavy breathes while he rubbed my hips and back. I relaxed and the pain slowly subsided. "Just let me know if you want to keep going. Or if I need to pull out" "No, its better now..." He made some very shorty almost jabbing thrusts. It hurt each time he did but it was a tolerable pain. He continued this motion for some time going a bit deeper with each short thrust. I soon felt his belly on my ass as he put his weight against me. I felt full, and the pressure was so that it almost felt as if I was going to pee. It was then I realize he was completely inside me. I took all of Mr. Deans cock. "There we go. How does that feel?" "Its... arg... its starting to feel better" I groaned. "You're not a virgin anymore. Now, you want me to really fuck you? I nodded. "Yes, please do!" He pulled back on his cock giving me yet another new sensation. It hurt less and less each time he pulled out and pushed it back in. In a short time, the trusts started to become pleasurable. Each time his cock pushed against my prostate my cock leaked and it felt like a mini orgasm. My grunts became soft moans and Mr. Dean must have taken note because he was soon holding my hips tightly and giving me longer deeper thrusts. His hips slammed into me and I started pushing back to match his rhythm. I could hear wet smacking sounds now as my hole was completely relaxed. His heavy sack was slapping my own with each thrust into me. They began to feel wet as our juices leaked down the back of my sack. "That's it... now you're taking it like a man! You like that big cock?" "Yes! Please do stop!" I moaned. "Agh! Agh Agh..." we grunted in unison. He grabbed my hands and laid me out on the desk holding my wrists as he began to pound me even harder. My ass was now so relaxed now that he was able to pull his cock all the way out and sink the entire length back in without issue. My hips slammed into the desk as he put all his weight into me. he reached under me to find my hard leaking cock. He jacked me as he continued his passionate assault on my eager hole. I learned that I could now grip him with my inner muscles to feel an even stronger sensation. This must have also done something for Mr. Dean, because he was soon moaning and breathing heavily. "Oh God you're good! Aghhhh... so tight... You want me to cum in you?" I nodded. "Yes... yes please shoot in me!" My moans were a demand for him to spill his seed deep inside me. I wanted this man completely and taking his load was as complete as it could be. I was totally his and I wanted all of him. "Cum in me please! Don't stop!" I begged His thrusting became more erratic. He was nearly lifting my feet off the floor as he thrusted into me. The whole desk shook. He gripped my cock as he pumped it even harder. Before I even felt it coming my orgasm hit me. "Oh, I aghhhhhhh! I'm going to cum!" I moaned out. My ass muscles held him inside me as he put all my weight against me. My cum jetting onto the back of the desk. I was lost in the moment. I almost felt like I could pass out from pleasure. My whole body was numb and tingling. Mr. Deans grunts snapped me out of it. "Hmmmmph! Here it comes! Agrrrrhhhhh mmmmmmm Aghhhhh fuck!" He quit his thrusting at this point and pinned me against the desk, pushing against my ass as deep as he could. Then I felt a warmth deep in my bowls. I knew he was filling me with his hot jets of cum. His cock throbbed, 1, 2, 3, 4 times. I swear he shot it right into my stomach it felt so deep. I could feel his cock pulsing as it unloaded the last of its payout inside. It felt as though my insides were entirely filled with a warm liquid. He gave me a few more jabbing thrusts as he held my hips tight. "Aghhh! Agh! Oh Yeah, agh..." He moaned as he slowed his pace and caught his breath. "Fuck that was great." We stayed tied together that for some time. His cock slowly deflating inside my swollen, sore, sloppy hole. His weight kept me pinned against the desk. His warm breath on my neck. I was in heaven. The afterglow I believe they call it. He reached for a roll of paper towels that were at his desk and wrapped some around his hand. After slowly removed his cock from me, I immediately felt empty. The air on my bottom made the juices running down my inner thigh felt cold. "Whew..." He chuckled. "That was something!" He rustled my sweaty hair "I kinda made a mess on your desk." I embarrassingly admitted. "Don't worry about that, but we better cleaned up before we get back to work!" He winked. I watched as he wiped our combined fluids from his shaft and pubes. Much of it had accumulated on the front of his low hanging sack. He then reached down and wiped up my ass crack which was very slick and sticky. He folded the towel and wiped me again. I almost felt like a small boy again and not the boy who had just taken an impressive fucking. "You might have to go sit on the pot for a bit! I must have given you a good one!" We laughed and started to get dressed. There was no way I was going to go sit on the toilet. I wanted to keep that piece of him inside me long as possible! He crudely wiped my mess off his desk and discarded the paper towel. "Well, how did you like it? Did you enjoy having your cherry popped?" "I sure did!" I replied with a smile. "I could do that every day!" He laughed and rubbed my shoulders. "Well, I'm no spring chicken anymore, so I don't know about every day, but I know some friends I trust could help you with that." I didn't ask what he meant by that, but I trusted he would help to keep me satisfied. We went back to work. Occasionally in passing that afternoon he would give my ass cheek a playful pinch and a laugh. All I could think about was the next time I could take him again. To be continued...