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Chapter 1
by: Kewl Dad
In
1970, after graduating High School, I went to work for a department
store in my small town as the assistant manager, opening and closing
the store most days, and completely in charge when the manager wasn't
there. It was a lot of responsibility for an 18 year old, but I took to
it easily and thus began my career in upper and middle retail
management that carried over into my adulthood. This story, though
fiction, is based upon an actual encounter, though the depiction here
is purely fictional, I like to think it could have gone something like
this:
The late customer
It was almost five o'clock, and I'd already sent the two remaining sales clerks home and was about to lock the last of the front doors. I was headed up the aisle toward the front door when suddenly the unlocked door swung open, and in walked a teenage boy.
I debated whether to tell the boy we were closed and ask him to come back tomorrow, but once I got a good look at him I decided any inconvenience his late arrival might pose would be offset just from the pleasure of being next to him.
"Hi," I said in my usual friendly tone, "I was just locking up, but if you'll give me a second I'll be happy to help you."
Before he could protest I locked the last door, and started back up the aisle toward him. As I approached him I took the opportunity to give him a good looking over, and decided he looked even cuter than I'd first thought.
I guessed his age to be somewhere between 14 and 16, but no older I decided, because he still had that baby face look and the mannerisms of a kid. He was maybe 5'6" and weighed 120-125 lbs. His hair was brown, but darker than mine, which has a reddish hue to it, and his eyes were grey. He had a small cute nose, and as I got closer I could see a few freckles running across it and onto his rosy cheeks. His lips were full, and at the moment turned up in a shy smile as he nervously bit the bottom one.
His body was slim without being skinny, and his bare arms were covered in that fine almost invisible hair that adolescent boys sprout. The striped tee he wore looked a size too small and showed off his well defined upper body and flat stomach. He was dressed in cut-off jean shorts that came down about half way on his calves in keeping with the style back then. The bare parts of his legs looked completely smooth from my vantage point, but I was sure if I got close enough I'd find the same fuzz that his arms sported.
His tennis shoes were worn, but not ratty, and his white athletic socks looked fairly new. From head to toe the kid was the epitome of health and vitality and a perfect specimen of adolescent male. Being gay, and liking younger boys, I was immediately attracted to him and looking forward to spending some time with him.
"Okay," I said giving him my friendliest smile, "what can I do for you buddy?"
"Are you sure it's okay...I can come back tomorrow..."
"Nah, it's fine. You're here and I'm here, and that's all we need, right?"
"Uh, okay...if you're sure."
"Yeah, I'm sure. I'm Rob by the way," I said offering my hand.
Slowly, the kid stuck out his paw, and I grabbed it and squeezed it firmly but gently.
"I'm Ricky," he said blushing.
"Cool, so what can I do for you Ricky?"
"I uh, well...Monday I start PE class at the high school and...I, I mean I need...you know..." he said, blushing so red I felt sorry for him.
"A jock, right?" I said nodding.
"How, how did you know?"
"Because you're not the only boy who's come in here lately looking for one of those," I chuckled, and when you said it was for PE, well that settled it. It was either that, or gym shorts."
"Actually, I um...need both, and some t-shirts. My mom has a charge account, Mrs. Williams, and she said to put them on the account."
"Mrs. Williams, I think I know her, tall...pretty woman with red hair?"
"Yeah, that's her," he said grinning, "you think my mom is pretty?" he giggled.
"Yeah, she's really nice too. I always enjoy helping her when she comes in. Hey, don't you have a little brother? I remember helping him pick out some things when school began."
"Yeah, Mikey...he's 12," Ricky offered, "and I'm umm...15 in case you're wondering. I'm in 10th this year."
"Cool, okay then, come over here and we'll get you fixed up. I don't suppose you know your waist size do you?"
"Uh, no...is that important?" he said looking worried.
"Yeah, but it's no big deal, I can measure you. It won't take but a minute," I said grabbing a tape from the counter by the register. This was even better than I'd hoped for. I'd actually get to touch his warm tummy and hips as I measured his waist.
"Okay buddy can you raise your shirt for me?" It really wasn't necessary, the measurement didn't have to be that accurate, but I wanted to see his tummy, and he willingly obliged me.
I was not disappointed at what I saw. His stomach was flat and smooth, crowned by a semi-innie belly button that looked so cute it hurt. I felt my penis stir in my pants, just from the sight of this bit of naked flesh, and I was glad my pants were loose enough to hide it.
I knelt (also not necessary) and found myself at eye level with what appeared to be a sizable lump in his cut-off jeans. Was he hard too, I wondered, or just well hung. My hands shook as I reached behind him, then taking the tape in both hands and pulling it around him, I snugged it up in front and read it.
"27, I said looking up at him." God, how I wished I was measuring him for pants so I'd have an excuse to measure his inseam. The very thought of my hand snugging up in his crotch nearly sent me over the edge.
I took my time removing the tape, brushing his warm soft skin with my hands and hoping the kid hadn't figured me out and freak out. Maybe it was that adult/kid thing. He trusted me because I was older, and for a moment I felt kind of bad about perving on him, but God he was just so, so sexy, so perfect.
"Okay buddy, let's go over here," I said, finally getting to my feet and tossing the tape back on the counter. I led him to the table where we kept the gym shorts stacked on the top and the Athletic Supporters on the shelf under the table.
I fished out a small in the jock and a small pair of royal blue gym shorts, "One enough or do you need a spare?" I chuckled.
"Mom said to get two of each and a package of 3 plain white tee shirts."
"Good idea," I said grabbing another pair of shorts and another jock. "Okay buddy, tees are over here on the underwear rack. Hmm, I'm gonna guess an XL boys or a small man's will fit." Then I had a wicked idea, "Maybe you should try this stuff on," I said as my heart beat almost out of my chest.
"Yeah, mom said I should. She said she didn't want to have to bring it back if it didn't fit."
Thank you Mrs. Williams, I silently prayed to the lady who'd given birth to this gorgeous boy in front of me.
"Okay buddy, this way," I said gathering up everything in my arms. as I led him to the dressing room in the back, rather than the one near the front. I figured it was darker back there and more private, and for some reason I thought that was important at the moment.
I unwrapped the tee shirts and handed one of them to Ricky, who stood watching me nervously. Next I pulled the jock from the box, and almost laughed when I saw the look on Ricky's face.
"There's no...um, back to it," he said as I dangled it in front of him.
"Yeah, I guess they figured the less material, the less to get dirty. Besides, it's supposed to support what's in front, and not what's in back," I laughed, causing Ricky to blush.
He took the jock from me then, and I removed the pin ticket from a pair of the shorts and added those to his stack. He looked uncertain at first, then he gave me a worried look and said, "Uh, do you wear this thing over your underwear or what?"
Now the correct answer should have been, yes, at least for trying on purposes, but I wanted him naked in there, even if I'd never get to see him, so I sort of made up an answer that I thought would satisfy him.
"Well, when you wear it in PE you'll want to wear it under your undies or it won't fit right and do it's job, but for trying it on that's up to you. I suggest you put it on next to your skin, just to make sure it fits right, but like I said, that's up to you."
"Oh, okay," he nodded, heading toward the open door of the dressing room.
"Oh, here, let me get that light for you," I said, purposely brushing against him as I moved past him and pulled the chain on the light fixture, "There you go buddy, take your time, and if you need any help just holler, I'll be right here."
"Okay, thanks," he said in a soft voice. I could tell he was nervous, but I didn't think it was because of anything I had done. He was just a kid, and this was all new to him, and like most kids he was afraid of messing things up. I was hoping to take that fear away from him by treating him like an equal, but I wasn't sure if it was working.
He closed the door and I moved around so I could see better. The door ended about two feet from the floor, and I could clearly see his feet and ankles as I looked that way. I could tell when he sat down and pulled off his shoes, then he stood, and I watched as his cut off jeans fell to the floor. Rather than pick them up he just toed them off and kicked them aside. My heart was in danger of escaping my chest as I waited for what came next, and when his white Fruit of the Loom briefs fell to his socked feet I almost passed out.
He's in there totally naked from the waist down, I thought to myself, and all that stands between us is that damn door. Oh how I wished I had an excuse to barge in there, to see his beautiful body as God had created it, perfect in every way. To see that part of him that made him all boy and etch the vision of loveliness in my mind forever.
I let out a breath then, oblivious to the fact that I'd been holding it in until that moment as I continued to gaze at his feet and ankles beneath the door. Next he sat again, and I figured he was going to try the jock on now. I reached down to adjust my hard pecker which was in danger of unloading at any moment just from the thought of what was going on a few feet away behind that door.
"Rob," the boy called out suddenly, nearly causing me to have a heart attack. Had he seen me staring and playing pocket pool while fantasizing about what he was doing in there?
"What buddy?" I said, trying to keep my voice level.
"I can't figure this thing out, what goes where? Is this right?" he said as the door suddenly flew open to reveal Ricky wearing nothing but the jock. It took me a moment to get over the shock, and I sucked in a breath and prayed I wouldn't faint, or come all over myself from the sight before me.
"Oh, I see what's wrong," I said stepping closer to get a better look. I tried to forget for a moment that I wanted nothing more than to see every inch of this beautiful boy's body, and be the professional that I should be, but it was hard, pun intended.
"This strap goes in this leg and that one in that leg, just like you were putting on underwear, only there's no material in the leg," I laughed.
"Oh, okay...I think I see, let me see if I can do it right," he said going back inside and closing the door as I finally let out the breath I'd been holding.
He was in there only a moment before the door flew open again, and when he stepped out he spun around to show me the back, and I nearly passed out from the glorious sight of his cute butt. What can I say about that butt that won't sound trite or repetitive? Perfect was one word that came to mind. Beautiful, certainly, smooth, yes, squeezable, lickable...need I go on.
"Perfect," I said, referring as much to his gorgeous behind as to his expertise in donning the tricky garment.
"It feels weird not having anything in back," he giggled.
"But it looks good on you," I laughed, and the look on his face said more than any words could.
"It feels kind of...naughty," he said blushing bright red.
"Yes, naughty," I whispered, my breath coming in ragged pants now, "but it fits you just right, don't you think?" I said running my finger beneath the elastic all the way around touching his hot smooth flesh.
"Uh huh," he said, his breathing sounding as strained as mine now.
He was trembling a little and my heart went out to him. This was all so new to him, and yet it was obvious that he wanted it, needed it, but did I have the nerve to go any further? One word to his mom about this, and I'd not only be unemployed, I'd probably be in jail. Although in 1970, the sentences weren't as harsh as they are today, the aftermath of such a thing could ruin someone's life forever.
But somehow I just knew that Ricky had no intention of sharing what went on between us with anyone. I sensed that he was like me, that we shared a secret desire, and that he'd been looking for someone like me for a long time. I knew how he felt, because once I had felt that way too. Believing that I was the only one who felt the way I did, the only one with such perverted thoughts, destined to be alone and unloved for the rest of my life.
My savior had been an older boy too, and now, I hoped to do the same for Ricky. But I new from experience that you didn't just rush into this sort of thing. Ricky was like a small frightened animal, and if I pushed him too hard he'd run away and the moment would be lost.
For a long time we stood staring into each other's eyes, then he dropped his head and looked at his feet. "I should put on my clothes, huh?" he said, sounding disappointed as he looked back up, locking eyes with me as he waited for my answer.
"If that's what you want," I said softly, gazing into his beautiful eyes.
"I don't know," he sighed, "what else can we...I mean...what can I do?"
"I know you just met me, but do you trust me?"
He nodded, "I think so," he said looking away, then back again, "you won't hurt me, will you?"
"No," I whispered, my eyes filling with tears, "I never would. I think we're alike," I added, "if I'm wrong, then you should probably get dressed and go"
"What do you mean?" he pleaded. He wanted to stay, but he needed me to tell him it was okay.
"Do you have a girlfriend Ricky?"
"No," he said softly, looking confused.
"Neither do I," I said smiling, "and I don't want one, do you?"
He thought about that a moment. No doubt his folks wanted him to find a nice girl, settle down someday, get married, give them grandkids, but how did that fit into his plans, his way of thinking? Finally he shook his head no, then bit his lip. Tears glistened in his eyes and I leaned in and placed my hands on his shoulders and stared into them.
"How long have you known?" I asked gently.
To his credit, he didn't pretend he didn't know what I meant, instead he took a deep breath and bit his lip again before answering, "Seems like forever, but lately...it's really bad."
I smiled, "That's cause you're growing up, your body is changing, and your hormones are raging. Your body is screaming for release and you have no one to get release from. So, you do the best you can, taking care of it yourself, two, three, four times a day...by hand," I laughed, "but it just makes you sadder, right?"
"How...how do you know all this?"
"A few years ago, that was me. Then someone came along that made me realize I wasn't alone. He was older, handsome, experienced, and he taught me a lot."
"Can you...can you teach me?"
"If you want, but you have to be sure."
"I...I'm sure," he said sounding sad, "I can't stand it sometimes..."
"Have you ever kissed anyone?" I said pulling him a little closer. I could smell his teen boy scent, smell his fear, and smell his excitement. His breath smelled like cinnamon and earth, fresh and wholesome, and not at all unpleasant.
"I kissed a girl once," he confessed, "on the cheek."
"Doesn't count," I chuckled, "I mean on the lips?"
He shook his head.
"Well, I think it's about time, don't you?"
His lips quivered as he spoke, and his eyes sought out mine pleading with me to be gentle.
"It's easy," I whispered, "first lick your lips, like this," I said demonstrating. I waited till he complied, then went on, "and pucker a little, like this. Now, tilt your head just a little to the right and brace yourself," I chuckled.
The moment our lips met I knew this was meant to be. I believed he felt it too, and when I took him in my arms he melted into me. I ran my hands down his back to his soft full butt cheeks and he moaned softly at my touch. Not once did he tense up or resist my touch in anyway, welcoming it instead, and returning my touchs in like manner.
"That was nice," he said when I finally broke the kiss.
"It was, wasn't it?" I said sighing, "you're a really good kisser for a virgin," I teased.
"Don't remind me," he pouted, "I mean that I'm a virgin."
"You're still young, it's okay to be a virgin at 15, you have plenty of time to lose your virginity."
"But until now," he began, "I didn't think I ever would. I mean, not that you want to..." he fell quiet then, looking shy and embarrassed.
"Have you ever done anything with your friends?"
"When we were young, you know...kid stuff, touching and stuff, but that all ended when we got hair and stuff."
"Ever had a blowjob?" I said grinning wickedly.
"Nooo," he said blushing, "never, but I want to someday."
"How about today?" I said reaching down to cup his hardness through the material of the jock.
"Uh...I...really?" he gasped.
"Yes, really....I want to give you something to help you remember today."
"Oh, I won't forget," he assured me, "but, if you want to..."
"Oh, I want to. I wanted to as soon as I saw that lump in your shorts. You feel big, how big are you?"
"Six," he said blushing.
"Wow, that's as big as me, and you're not even fully grown yet," I growled, "Come on, let's go somewhere a little more comfortable," I said taking his hand in mine. God how I loved holding hands with a boy, and if the look on his face was any indication, he loved it too.
I considered taking him to the boss's office, but for some reason that creeped me out a little. Instead I took him to the stock room and helped him sit up on the counter where we processed goods. It was about three feet off the floor, and I padded it with a damaged electric blanket we'd scrapped but not thrown out yet.
He looked at me nervously as I stood there, my hands still on his waist, and I felt him shiver once more. I leaned in and kissed him briefly, then let my hands slide down until they were resting on the straps of the jock. I pulled down and off and the jock came free with no resistance.
I watched intently as his cock sprang into view and I let out a little gasp. It looked longer than the 6" he claimed, but it was not as thick as my own. It was neatly cut with a flaring pinkish purple head, and a drop of precum was visible at the tip. His balls were huge for a kid his age and at the moment were pulled up tightly against his body as if hiding.
What little hair he had was reddish brown and grew just above the base of his cock forming a little vee there. The rest of his body was smooth, including his balls and ass, though I couldn't see that particular part of him a the moment.
"It's beautiful," I gasped, "so perfect, so big," I said reaching for it and giving it a tug. Then leaning in, I licked the drop of precum off the tip and watched as it was quickly replaced, "Umm...you taste good."
"Do I?" he gasped.
"Yesss," I assured him as I moved in and began licking and sucking his balls.
He reacted as if he had been electrocuted and kept staring at me as if to make sure he was really seeing what he was feeling.
"That feels good," he grunted, "I never knew about that..."
"Umm..." I said between licks, "you taste good everywhere. You're a tasty boy," I giggled.
He giggled too and I loved his laugh. I believed that sex should be fun and enjoyable, and so far we were doing great. At that point in my life, I didn't know about rimming, and I regret not finding out about that particular joy till later in my life, for if I had, Ricky would have gotten the rimming of his life that day. Instead I licked and sucked the inside of his thighs and that spot where the thighs fold into the torso that makes guys moan.
Eventually I decided it was time to give Ricky what I'd promised and I grasped his pecker and began licking it up and down like a candy cane. I think Ricky was speaking in tongues as I continued, and when I finally took him in my mouth he moaned so loudly I was afraid traffic on main street might hear him.
I sucked and licked and tongued, using everything I'd learned in my short life as a sexual being, and all too soon Ricky cried out and began coming in my mouth. If I thought his precum tasted good, his actual cum was ten times more tasty. I gobbled it down, the honey-like batter coating my tongue and mouth before I managed to get it all in my mouth.
I savored the flavor for a while before swallowing, then went back and cleaned up Ricky's sticky cock, making sure I had every drop of his tasty cum. Another thing I didn't know about then was cum swapping or I would have kissed Ricky before I swallowed, but I like to think that when I finally did kiss him he got a little taste of his own nectar.
"That was the most...wonderful thing ever...really," he said after he finally caught his breath, "can you teach me to do that?"
I laughed, "I can show you what to do, but in the end it's really up to you how good you are at it. If you really love it, love it as much as I do, then you'll be great at it. It's not for everyone though. Some guys only like to get and not give, just like...you know, sex."
"Sex? You mean...in the butt?" he said blushing.
I nodded, "Yeah, some only like to be on top, but fortunately there are plenty who like being on bottom," I laughed.
"Uh, what do you like?"
"Mostly on top, but I can be on bottom too, as long as the guy isn't too big."
"Oh," he said looking thoughtful, "how big is too big?"
"You're just the right size if that's what you're thinking," I chuckled.
"Oh, I didn't mean..."
"It's okay, cause if you want that, you can have it. Now, we should probably get you dressed and I'll take you home before your mom comes looking for you."
"But, don't you want me to..."
"Honestly, I'd rather just fantasize about this moment and take care of it myself. I don't want to spoil what we had by dirtying it with my own needs."
Ricky frowned, "But what if I want to?"
"Next time, I promise," I said smiling as I leaned in to kiss him once more.
"So, we can do this again?"
I stopped and looked into his eyes, "Only if you want it as much as I do."
He nodded, "I do, I want it everyday," he said giving me a little smile.
"Good, now that I have you hooked, I won't have to worry about you running off on me," I joked.
"I wouldn't, but seriously...I want to see you again."
"It may not be easy," I said, reminding him of what he must already know, "You're 15, and I'm 18, your folks aren't going to understand if we start hanging out together, are they?"
"I don't know, they might, if they met you and saw how nice you are."
"Well, let's not rush things, okay? I don't want to mess up any chance we have to see each other occasionally. Once a month is better than never."
"I know," he said giving in at last, "Do you...live with your folks too?"
"No way," I laughed, "I have my own pad, right across the street over the Dentist's office. The one facing the street and the alley."
"Really? Cool, so is it okay if I maybe come by there sometime?"
"Sure, I'm home most days by six, and off on Sundays. But sometimes I go out in the afternoon on Sunday. I sleep late though, only day I get to all week."
"Do you have a phone?" he asked then, "maybe I could call you sometime."
"Yeah," I said, "come on, I'll write it down for you," I said leading him back out to the store. I grabbed a piece of scrap paper and wrote it down and Ricky glanced at it before heading back to where his clothes lay scattered in the fitting room. When he turned to go I couldn't help but stare at his beautiful backside, and I took a deep breath as I beheld his lovliness. I watched till he disappeared inside the fitting room then shook my head to clear it before taking care of the business at hand.
While Ricky dressed, I totaled up his purchases and had him sign the ticket. Then rushing the cash drawer to the office, I quickly counted it down, balanced it to within three cents and placed it in the safe. Then turning out the rest of the lights and checking all the doors again, I let me and Ricky out.
My car was parked behind my apartment, and I pointed out the stairway leading to my apartment on the way there and Ricky seemed even more excited at the prospect of visiting me. When he saw my car, a nearly new Chevy Nova, he had to give it a good looking over before hopping in and pronouncing it the neatest car he'd ever seen.
His house was near the park in a nicer part of town, and when I pulled up out front his little brother Mikey was playing with a shaggy looking dog in the front yard. When he saw Ricky through the car window he stopped and stared with interest, but didn't approach.
"What are you gonna tell your folks about me giving you a ride home?"
"The truth," he said, then giggled when he saw the look of fear on my face, "not that truth. I'm gonna tell them I got there right at closing time and that the nice man there helped me pick out my stuff and make sure it fit, and it was so late by then that he offered to bring me home."
"You're a genius," I chuckled, "might even earn me some brownie points, and it establishes that we know each other and aren't just random strangers if there should ever happen to be questions about us hanging out together."
"That's what I thought too," he said grinning, "Well, thanks again Rob, it was really fun, and I want to do it again really soon," he said taking my hand and squeezing it.
I wanted so badly to kiss him, but of course that was out of the question, instead I reached over and rubbed his tummy affectionately and gave him a big smile, "Be good, and eat your vegetables," I teased.
"Oh, don't worry, I love vegetables," he laughed, "Bye Rob, I had fun," he added, "see you soon." then he opened the door and climbed out.
I watched as his brother met him, then Ricky knelt to love on the dog before turning to me and waving. I waved back and drove away, a hole as big as Montana in my heart, wondering if I'd really ever see Ricky again.
End Chapter 1
Kewl Dad
1-1-2021 Finally, goodbye 2020, you sucked, here's hoping 2021 is much better.
I have updated my story list if you see any missing please let me know.
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