Date: Sun, 13 May 2012 06:09:13 +0100 (BST) From: Ken Ryan Subject: Shopkeeper Shopkeeper By Richboy The war had ended about three years ago now and we were just starting to get back to normal. I had been injured in 1940 at Dunkirk and was demobbed due to the injuries involved. I had moved home to Little Ford in Kent to help run my family shop. My mother had been running the shop for the last 12 years since my father's death in 1928. She passed away two years ago. I never married and had no children. The main reason for this was I like young boys, usually around 10 to 12yrs old. I was reading the paper while having a quick cuppa, the headlines were about the end of some rationing. About bloody time when suddenly the window in the door smashed, I jumped and dropped my cup. I ran around the counter and ran out the door to find a local kid standing in front of my shop with a cricket bat. I could see five other boys hiding behind a wall looking out at us. I had known Pauls family for years and had gone to school with both his parents. I had gone to their wedding and they were good customers. They were one of the few families I was willing to extend credit to. I knew they were in dire straits financially since Paul's dad Eric had returned from the Far East where he had been a prisoner. He was having problem readjusting to live back in England. I looked and the boy who was near tears. He was a really cute blond haired 11yo boy with blue eyes and large lips. He was fat nor skinny and his short trousers curb around his beautiful bubble butt. His stockings were around his ankles and his pumps where scuffed. He was looking at the ground. "Sorry I hit the ball too hard." "How many times have you been told to not to play ball in the road. There is a perfectly good park at the end of the road. I'm going to have to talk to your dad. This window is going to cost a lot of money to fix." The boy started to cry knowing that this was going to cause a lot of trouble for his parents and that they couldn't afford to fix the window. He looked at the me and he started to beg him not to go to his parents. "Please, I'll do anything don't tell my dad please." I shook my head and took his hand. He lived on the next street so it was only short walk. I knocked at the door and his mother opened it. She took one look at my face and knew there was trouble. She looked at her son and shook her head. She invited me and directed me to the sitting room. Eric was sitting in his chair reading his paper. As I entered he looked up and said hello. He asked me to sit down. "Eric, I'm sorry for this but Paul was playing cricket on the road today and broke the window in the door of the shop." "Christ! I've warned him a hundred times about that. I don't know how but we will pay for any damages and believe me the boy will be paying for this." I sat and looked at this broken man and thought about his situation and decided to take advantage of it. I hated myself of one level but my lower brain was up and thinking for itself. "Eric, I don't want to embarrass you, but I know you are having some difficulties. So I have a proposition. I'll have Paul work for me for a few hours each day after school and on weekends until the window is paid for. This means he will being paying for the window himself and learn some responsibility. If it works out well I may even keep him on afterwards." I could see a light come on in Eric's Eyes. This was a chance for his son and he readily agreed to my idea. Paul was to start work for me on Saturday, was two days away. I opened up the shop at 8.30am on Saturdays. I was open about thirty minutes when Paul came in. He thanked me for the chance and asked me what he needed to do. I told him to start to brush the floor in the store room. He went ahead. During the day he did a number of little jobs from stacking shelves and helping customers with their groceries. We had ham sandwiches for lunch and then I let him go for the day. Over the next couple of weeks things went about the same. Then things changed one Saturday. I had asked him to make up some flour sacks while I was serving. He was taking a lot of time and I decided to check on him. I found him sweeping up some flour he had spilt. There was flour everywhere. He must have dropped the sack that I had on a shelf. I had told him not to try to get in down that he was to call me. He had tried to do it himself. I was annoyed at this and decided to make a point. I told him to clean up and wait for me in the store room out the back. I locked the shop and put the back in 10 minutes sign up. I walked back into the storeroom. Paul was sitting on some sacks of oats. He stood up and looked at me. I stood looking at him and then said. "I told you that you were to wait for me to get the sack of flour. Why did you ignore me? You are going to cost me more money because I will have to throw out that flour." This was a lie as I would just scup up the flour and put it back into the sack. I wasn't going to waste that flour. "I'm sorry I was just trying to help?" "I'm going to have to punish you for this. Take off your trousers and underpants and bent across those sacks okay." Most boys of each age are used to been beaten by his father and teachers so he didn't even think twice about it. He took off his trousers and bent over. I took off my belt and approached him. laying the belt down beside him I took his cheeks in my hands and gently squeezed. It was the first time I ever had a chance to touch a boys naked behind. I could never imagine it would be so soft and subtle. I loved the feel of them in my hand. He flinched slightly and clenched his bum. It looked so cute. You could see my hand print on his cheek. I started to slap him alternating between his cheeks. Smack Left Smack right Smack Left Smack right Smack Left Smack right Smack Left Smack right Smack Left Smack right Smack Left Smack right Smack Left Smack right Smack Left Smack right Smack Left Smack right Smack Left Smack right Smack Left Smack right Smack Left Smack right Paul had started to cry. I decided not to use the belt as I was having too much fun using my hand. I pick him up and placed him over my left leg catching his legs between my own and continued to smack him. He had started to cry and beg me to stop. He bum was becoming a lovely shade of bright red. I finally stopped but kept him over my lap gently running my hands over his hot sore bum. I was becoming more and more aroused at the sight of his now rosey cheeks. I ran my fingers down his crack working my way in. The boy had stopped crying by this time. I was playing with his bumhole with my finger. He got up and looked at me funny. I looked at him in the eye. I pulled him closer and put my hands around him. Hugging him to me I rubbed his back down to his bum. I turned him sideways and saw that he was started to get hard. Iooking him in the eye at all times I started to wank him off. He closed his eyes and started to moan. I started to play with his hole again and worked my finger up in side of him. He clenched his buttocks and rose to his toes sucking my finger further up his arse. His eyes closed and his lips parted slightly. He started to breath heavier and shaking. His moaning got louder as the pressure began to build. He clamped down on my finger as his orgasm came on suddenly and his knees went weak. He lay back over my lap panting for breath. I lay him face down over the sacks and reached for a jar of Vaseline. "Paul I want you to reach around and pull your bum open okay." He was still panting when he reached back and pulled his cheeks apart. I got a good glob of Vaseline and worked it into his entrance. He tense up for a moment but then relaxed I started to finger fuck the boy gently with one finger. The boy was squirming with pleasure so I added a second finger. The boy cried out in pain. I stopped for a minute and let him get used to the feeling. I felt him get looser and return to fingering his juicy hole. I continued in this vane for the next five minutes. I pulled down my trousers and released my raging hard on. I stood behind him and looked down on the freshly spanked arse and my cock got harder than it ever had before. I leaned forward and lined my cock up with his entrance and started to push. After some resistance my knob pushed past his hole. I paused of a minute and began to work my cock fully in to his arse. He let his cheeks go and I got a lovely view of half my cock buried between his reddened cheeks. I was so turned on it took all of my will power not to drive my cock fully up him in one swift movement. I continued to gentle pushed up him until I was fully up him. The feelings running through my body was over whelming. I arched my back and closed my eyes to savour the feeling. I took his thin waist in my hand and started to slowly fuck the little boy. I pulled out until only my knob was still in and pushed back until I was in full hilt. I continue to ride the boy for a further 15 minutes. Each time bottoming out with my pelvis and balls making a slapping sound against the boy's arse. I could feel the pressure build up in my balls and I started to really fuck the boy for all I was worth. I lifted his feet off the ground as I fucked the boy with all the fury I could muster. Ramming my cock fully up his arse further than before I shot load after load of sperm up his tight hot arse. Pulling out of him I had to kneel down from the release. I started to breathe again. I got up and pulled up my trousers, the boy was lying over the sacks, gently crying. "Come on up we get. We have to get back to work. You can have five minutes but they you have to get back." "Okay" The boy got up and got dressed. He stood facing me rubbing his sore arse. I returned to the store and Paul returned five minutes later. I spent the rest of the day looking at his arse and wondering if I had been dreaming. I fucked him on a regular basis for the rest of the time he worked for me. He worked for me until he started his apprenticeship at 13. God I still miss that boy and his hot arse.