Date: Wed, 13 Dec 2017 16:46:10 +0000
From: polarlord@hushmail.com
Subject: Old Butchers Shop Chp 2

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Continues... Part 2

"No way Philip! You didn't go into the Old Butcher's
Shop on your own with Tommy Jones, did you?" Billy
exclaimed as they sat watching the other boys as
they waited for their turn on the skate park. "You
know he's a pedo don't you. Did your bum feel sore
afterwards or did you just walk funny? Did he offer
you a funny tasting drink?  If he did and you drank
it, you'd wake up naked a couple of hours later with
a sore ass and walking funny."

I blushed as I retorted. "No way is he a pedo. He is
just a nice old guy who sheltered me from the rain
when I was soaking wet. Even after I crashed him
with my bike. Nothing bad happened."

"Yes way. He's a pedo. He got arrested years ago and
spent time inside prison.  Everybody knows about it.
Mum told me it was all over the newspapers."

"I didn't know that. Seriously he didn't do nothing.
He just dried my soaking clothes and then I left."

"Dried your clothes?  He got you undressed? Were you
naked? Bending over for him?"

"No, I told you Billy. Tommy didn't do anything
wrong. I'd bumped into him accidentally. Totally my
fault, but he saw I was soaking and it was raining
hard. He didn't see me naked."

"But you gave him all your clothes to dry?"

"Well yeah, but I got undressed in a bedroom, alone,
and wore a bathrobe all the time I was with him."

"But you were alone with a pedo and naked under the
bathrobe. Did he wave his stiffy at you? Did you
have to touch it?"

"No, I keep telling you Billy. Nothing happened. He
didn't touch me. He didn't say anything rude and he
was fully dressed all the time."

"If you say so. What would you have done if he had
raped your nudie arse?"

"He was just like my old Grandpa. Anyway how come
you are so interested and know so much? I bet you've
got a hardon just talking about it."

Billy squirmed on the bench and crossed his legs.
"It means nothing to me. I was just worried about
you. I guess cos you are new here you wouldn't know
about Tommy Jones. Seriously though, did your ass
hole hurt afterwards?"

"Fuck off Billy. Nothing happened. I think you are
just jealous. Come on let's go on the boards there's
space now."

Later in the evening I was thinking about the stuff
Billy had told me. Tommy Jones had seemed okay, but
I decided I should avoid him in future just to be
safe, though I did wonder what I would have done if
the old man had slipped his hand under the bathrobe
to touch me up. All too soon, the holiday was over
and I was back to school.

A few weeks later Mum asked me to call by the local
newspaper shop to pay our paper bill. The shop was
not far from the river and the most direct route
would have taken me past the Old Butcher's Shop. I
chose a less direct route which took me through the
alley ways of the rows of houses. Some of the alley
ways were just wide enough to allow one person
through at a time. There were high garden walls on
either side. I was taking one of those alleyways
when suddenly a man stepped into the other entrance
and blocked my way. I looked up. It was Tommy Jones.
He smiled.

"Well, if it isn't young Philip Samuels. If I was
paranoid, I'd be saying you've been avoiding me.
I've seen you cross the road a couple of times to
avoid me. Have I done something wrong?"

I glanced around. We were alone and the high walls
sheltered us from being overlooked. I had two
choices, I could either turn and run or talk to him.
Seeing how he'd helped me I decided to talk to him,
but let him know I knew about him.

"No, Mr Jones. But I've heard you are a paedophile.
I don't think I should be alone with you."

"Woah, that's blunt! I haven't done you any harm.
Have I? Not even when you were alone with me, almost
naked, in my house."

"So you are a Pedo then?"

"Yes I am. Everyone in this town knows about it and
I served my time in prison. I've never forced myself
on any children. I got arrested because of kiddy
porn nothing else. If you are uncomfortable with me
here I'd best let you past."

"So you like looking at naked kids? Is that why you
were looking at my legs in your kitchen?"

"I don't deny it. You have really sexy legs and I
enjoyed looking, but I didn't do anything else, did
I? You were safe even though you were alone in my
house with me."

"You are a dirty old perve. And while I remember, I
want my undies back. They are my favourite pair. You
didn't give me all my clothes back after drying them
and I was too shy to ask."

"I don't have them. You must have dropped them
before you gave me your wet clothes."

"Don't lie to me. You have them. I bet you are
wanking on them every night. You dirty old man. How
about if I told my mum what happened and that you
still have my undies."

"Look, there's no need for that. I'll get them for
you tomorrow. They need a bit of cleaning before I
give them back to you."

"Give them to me now. Or I'll go straight home and
tell Mum."

"I don't have them with me. They are back at home.
You can collect them now if you have to, but they'll
need a wash."

"Are they covered in your sperm stains?"

"Yes. Loads of it. I think about you wearing them
with my dried sperm rubbing against your cock."

I looked down at his hand. He was groping the bulge
of his cock through his trousers. I knew I'd best
get away before things got out of hand.

"You are disgusting. I'll wait here. You go and
bring them here. I'm not coming to your house."

He turned in the alleyway and left. I waited ten
minutes, but there was no sign of him. I was just
about to leave when he appeared. He handed me my
underwear wrapped in a plastic bag. I stuffed it in
my pocket and left without saying anything more.

By the time I returned home, Mum had popped out to
the neighbour's house. I was alone. In my bedroom I
pulled the plastic bag from my pocket. I checked and
sure enough it was my favourite undies. They smelled
awful. I expected them to be stiff with dried cum,
but they were wet in patches. It was slimy sperm.
The dirty bastard had wanked over them just before
returning them to me. It was the first time I'd seen
another person's sperm.

I still don't know why I did it, but I dropped my
jeans and underwear then pulled the dirty briefs,
still soaked in Mr Jones cum, over my legs and into
their normal position. The slimy cum was cold
against my balls and ass.  I wore those cum soaked
undies under my jeans for the rest of the day. My
cock was hard most of the time even when I sat with
mum for the evening meal.

"Mum, I'm going out to find Billy. He's got a new
game on his PlayStation, but he said he might go and
watch the rugby team practice. So I'll go there
first."

"What time will you be back? You know your father
likes to speak with you when he calls from the hotel
after work."

"I don't think I'll be too long unless we try the
new game."

"Well just make sure you are back before nine
tonight. I know it is the holiday, but it is still
bedtime at ten."

I took a waterproof jacket with me as I set off from
home. I was not sure where Billy would be, but I
went in the direction of the rugby club ground. I
took the back route through the lanes knowing it
would take me past the rear garden of the Old
Butcher's Shop. As I approached the garden I looked
around and saw the lane was deserted. I couldn't
resist the urge to unzip my jeans fly exposing my
stained underwear as I walked past Tommy Jones's
garage. It was a tease for him, even though I knew
he couldn't see me. He would be in his house and I'd
be hidden by the high stone garden wall.

"Won't you get a bit cold like that, with your
undies exposed?"

As my hands flew down to my crotch as I looked up to
the source of the voice above me. It was Tommy at
the top of a ladder fixing a security light on eaves
the garage slate roof. I knew he could have seen me
unzip my fly from where he worked. I tugged the zip
frantically to re-close my jeans.

"It was an accident. These jeans just have a dodgy
zip. Anyway it's only my undies and you've already
seen them."

I had no luck with the zip, which seemed to be
determinedly stuck however hard I pulled. My jacket
was too short to cover my embarrassment. The jeans
gaped open and my underwear was obvious.

"The garage door is unlocked if you want to come in.
I'll sort your zip out for you."

"No way, you are a pervert. You won't get your hands
inside my jeans." I really didn't want that to
happen because my cock was stiff and grown its full
four inches inside my underwear.

"It's no problem for me. You know you'd be safe in
the garage. I didn't attack you before. If you want
to walk through town with your fly open it's fine by
me. I'm sure no one would see it."

I reluctantly opened the garage door and walked in,
leaving the door open. There was no car stored
inside, just a work bench, some timber and wood
shavings on a concrete floor. A weak light bulb
provided some light to supplement to daylight coming
through the door. I heard Tommy climbing down the
ladder outside. I tried again to fix my jeans
without success. I looked up. He was watching me
struggle. He walked past and closed the garage door
behind me. I heard a Yale lock latch snap into the
locked position. It was now quite dark in the
building except for the light bulb above the work
bench.
"Philip, take off your jeans and hand them to me.
There's no way you'll fix the zip by just tugging on
it. It should only take a moment then we'll have you
on your way."

I stood gaping at him, not sure what to do.

He commanded me. "Just do it boy. No need to be shy.
It is just like me seeing you in swimming trunks at
the pool."

I turned away from him. I didn't want him to see my
hard-on. I kicked my shoes off and slid the jeans
down my legs. He was standing right behind me and
took the jeans as I held them out.

"Wait a minute. I recognise those undies. They are
the ones I gave back to you. It looks like you
didn't wash them before wearing them. That's naughty
of you. You must have had my wet semen touching your
hot cock."

I was glad my face was turned away because I was
blushing furiously at having been caught out.

"It doesn't mean anything. I didn't have a spare
pair so I had to wear them. You are the pervert for
wanking on them before giving them back to me. It's
not sexy, just disgusting. Give me my jeans back.
I'll go."

I heard him drop the clothing on the wood shavings
on the floor, out of my easy reach.

"You liked it really didn't you. I bet you've worn
them all day. You wanted a man's juice against your
body. You sexy thing."

"It's not like that."

"Oh yes? Well turn round and face me. I know you
have an erection. Your want me to touch it don't
you.

I stood still and quiet, wondering how I'd got into
this situation. My erection was as hard as ever. I
felt his hand touch my underwear covered buttock.
The fingers travelled around to the front of me to
gently touch the outline of my hard dick. It felt as
though an electric shock was going through me. I
groaned a little. His fingers gently wrapped around
the shape of my erection through the thin cotton
briefs, then the finger tips worked down to my cloth
covered ball sack. I didn't resist.

"Mmmm, that feels nice Philip. I knew you wanted
this. Tell me to stop if you don't want me doing it
to you."

I stayed silent.

His fingers hooked into the waistband of my briefs
and he slid them down to my ankles. Then I felt the
dry skin of his hands on my buttocks as he gently
squeezed my globes of flesh. His fingers felt a bit
like sandpaper against my pale skin. I shivered. My
stiff cock was pressing hard against my belly.

"Oh, that's a sexy looking cock. You are slim and
your skin is so smooth. Just a few pubes. Sweet.
Undo your shirt buttons. I want to see all of your
body."

I complied, fumbling with the buttons. As I released
the shirt, his right hand moved to the front of me.
He gripped my erection and started gently stroking
me. My task complete I let my arms hang by my side.
He pulled my shirt and jacket off in one motion. The
clothing joined my jeans on the floor in the wood
shavings. "It is just like Billy said it would be.
He's going to fuck my bum right now in this garage."
I thought in shock.

"Take your socks off too. I want you totally naked."

I obeyed, bending to pull them off. It was a
struggle. I'd forgotten this movement would expose
my ass hole to him. As I struggled to remove the
socks, his rough finger touched my ass hole. I
quickly stood up. He was starting to unbutton his
jeans. I could see an erection pressing against the
dark brown cloth.

"Don't fuck my ass. Please. I'm not gay."

He stood just in front of me and pushed his jeans
down to his knees. He wasn't wearing any
underclothes. I turned towards him, hiding my
private bits under my hand. My gaze was drawn to his
erection. I'd never seen a man's erect cock in the
flesh and so close before. It was so big. Would that
really fit in my bum?

"Hold my cock Philip. Wrap your cute fingers around
it. I'm not going to hurt you."

I stood transfixed staring at his cock. I knew I
should run even though I was naked or scream for
help. I should grab my clothes and escape then tell
mum, but I didn't.

"Go on, stroke it. Feel the warmth. Your first man's
cock. It won't hurt you."

He took my left hand which had been hiding my own
cock and pressed my hand on his member. I didn't
resist.  Against my intentions, my fingers stretched
themselves around the column of hot flesh and
squeezed gently. It was hard and soft, velvety at
the same time. I was surprised at how hot it felt. I
could see his pink tip glistening through the hole
in his hood.

"Feel my balls too. Use your other hand."

He groaned aloud as my right hand lifted his ball
sack.  His balls felt heavy.  I gasped as I felt the
rough skin of his fingers close around my stiffy and
balls. He was the first man that I could remember
having ever touched my private parts. It didn't feel
bad, just tickly. I squirmed a little in his grasp.

"See, I told you I wasn't going to hurt you. It's a
nice feeling isn't it."

He gently prised my fingers off his shaft. My hand
seemed reluctant to release the grasp.

"Okay Philip, get dressed. We'll stop at this
point."

I was so surprised, I forgot to let go of his balls
until he moved away to pull up his jeans.

"Well, don't just stand there. Get some clothes on
before you get too cold."

"What? You're not going to fuck my bum, Tommy? Is
that it? Just a grope"

"No, Philip. I'm not going to force you to do
anything in a rush. Go away and think about it. If
you want to try some sexy stuff, you'll have to come
back and ask me. You can easily sneak out from home,
just say you're going fishing alone by the river. If
you hated all this, just tell your mum what happened
here today and show her your dirty undies stained
with my sperm. It's enough for me to go back to
prison for a long time. She won't be angry with
you."

"Tommy, I won't tell anyone. I promise."

"And your secret is safe with me too."

He moved to the garage door and unlocked it, and
then returned to his work on top of the ladder. I
was still naked and shocked. I quickly pulled on my
clothes and left on my original mission. As I walked
I smelt my hands. They had a strong musky smell from
his balls. I knew I wouldn't be going back to the
Old Butcher's Shop, I knew I'd had a lucky escape. I
never did find Billy that evening.

Continues...


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