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AT THE WAREHOUSE
I love the rain!
It makes everything look and smell so fresh and new!
I'm Tony by the way, and I'm the Facilities Manager at a large Cash and Carry Warehouse just outside London. In fact, it's so close to London that If you get in your car and drive a mile and a half; you're in the Greater London area.
One of my first jobs each morning is to walk around the inside of the building and remove the padlocks from all the fire exits, and as the building is open to the general public there are plenty of them. It is also my duty to ensure that when the fire doors are pushed open there is nothing to obstruct them on the outside. Sometimes I push each door from the inside, sometimes I take a walk around the outside of the building and make a visual check.
This particular Friday morning it was raining hard, and I mean HARD! I took my umbrella and left via the entrance, turned to the left and started to walk around the outside of the building, through the car park and then left again along a narrow path between our building and the wire fence which separates us from the next property.
The exits all appeared to be clear until I got to the one at the far end of this path and there, in the doorway was what I presumed to be a tramp asleep. I (very gently) prodded the recumbent figure with my toe and he sprang to life, but it was not a tramp as I had first supposed but a young lad, a very cute young lad, but a very dirty and smelly young lad of about seventeen who looked as though he had been sleeping rough for some time.
OK, OK' he said in a northern accent, I'm on my way'
He appeared to have no possessions with him, just the clothes he stood up in which, if he had taken them off would probably have stood up by themselves. `Where are you going?' I asked him.
`Don't worry, I'll just get off your property and then you won't have to worry about me.' He said.
`Don't be so daft' I replied It's teeming with rain and you're already soaked, let's get you inside and see if we can find you something dry to wear. Just come round the corner, wait outside the next door and I'll open it from the inside and you can dry off in the plant room, It'll be nice and warm in there and I'll go up to the uniform store and see what I can find.'
He didn't argue and went and stood where I had told him while I completed my circuit of the building and went inside to open the plant room door.
I let him in to the warm and warned him that he would have to stay put as he was on the premises unofficially and I didn't want him seen by any other member of the staff.
I left him there and went upstairs to the uniform store, found a polo shirt and a pair of cargo pants on the `faulty clothing' shelf and took them back down with me.
On entering the plant room I found him standing by the freezer outlets where the warm air outlets are. I gave him the dry clothes and left him to change into them. I told him that as soon as the canteen opened I would get him some food and bring it to him, then we would have a chat about his situation. `I haven't got any money to pay for anything' he said.
Don't worry' I assured him I'll foot the bill'.
I went to my office and looked at the diary for the day, which was remarkably empty, everybody winding down for the forthcoming August Bank Holiday Monday.
When the canteen opened I went and bought a couple of sandwiches and a slice of cake and a cup of tea, explaining (falsely) that I hadn't had time for breakfast.
I put them in a cardboard box for ease of carrying (and so other staff wouldn't see what it was) and took them to the plant room.
I went in and gave him the food and he complained that there were no buttons on the polo shirt and the zip wouldn't do up on the cargo pants. I told him they were faulty, but that I would sort something else out for him later. I sat him down on some pallets that had been left there and sat next to him. While he ate, I discovered that his name was Sam and that he had left home three weeks before after arguing with his parents and had come to stay with his older brother near Heathrow Airport. His brother had not received him well and after a week had told him to leave, since when he had been sleeping rough and scavenging for food wherever he could find it.
He was a good-looking lad under all the dirt, around 5'11" with what would probably be fair hair when washed, a cute face and was very slim, or rather skinny, probably as a result of his recent eating habits.
I asked him what his plans were and he told me that he had none, but that he couldn't return to his parents as they had totally disowned him. `What did you do to warrant that?' I asked him.
It's not what I did, it's what I am' he said quietly but I don't want to go into all that, you've been too good to me already.'
I couldn't help noticing that the flies of the cargo pants has parted and he was wearing no underwear. I caught a glimpse of flesh and hair and my own cock started to stir inside my uniform. You see, I'm gay and my passion is for teenagers, so I was very much enjoying the view. Sam suddenly realised what I was looking at and said `I told you the zip was stuck' but he made no effort to close the gap.
I asked him again `What made your parents throw you out?' Half suspecting I now knew the answer.
`They caught me in bed with another boy' he said
Well,' I said there could have been an innocent explanation'
What' he said with my cock stuck up his arse?'
Ah' I said That does rather give the game away, something similar happened to me when I was your age so I know how you feel.'
`What, you're gay as well?' he asked. I nodded and he relaxed visibly.
`I suggest that we dispose of all these clothes before they smell the plant room out, I'll get off work today at 12 noon and I'll take you home with me and we'll kit you out with something to wear. You can stay with me at least over the Bank Holiday and after that we'll see how we get on. My kid brother left some clothes at my place when he last visited, they're more or less your size.'
`Oh, I couldn't possibly do that' he said.
`Why not?' I asked
`Well, you've done enough for me already' he replied.
Nonsense,' I said anyway, I'm not doing it for nothing, you'll have to earn it. After all, I only have one bedroom and I only have one bed' I grinned and adjusted the growing bulge in my trousers.
Ah' he said and smiled this may be the first time I've enjoyed earning my keep' and, as if in agreement, his hardening cock suddenly sprang through the gap in his flies. Hmmmmm', I thought, uncut, nice!'
As I left the plant room he was giving himself a massage, but I told him to save it for me for later.
At about 11.50 I went to the general office and said I was leaving for the day and would see them all the following Tuesday. I went back to the plant room, told Sam that I would drive the car to this end of the warehouse, then come and knock on the outer plant room door and then he would not have to walk through the car park with his flies gaping. I told him to bring his old clothes as there was a skip where I would park the car and we could dump them in there.
The plan worked beautifully and we were on the way home in no time. No matter what we did, his flies gaped when he was sitting down and his cock was standing to attention, so I gave him, a newspaper to put on his lap whenever we were stationary so that passers by could not see him. The rest of the time, I enjoyed the view, but unfortunately I had to look at the road occasionally.
I am very fortunate in that a maiden aunt had died a few years before and had left me her flat (or apartment) in her will together with a very substantial sum of money, most of which I had invested, but I had the flat completely modernised and redecorated and refurnished so I had a very comfortable home and lived a `no expense spared' type of life.
When we got home the first thing I did was to run a bath for Sam as he smelled AWFUL while he wandered around the flat marvelling about the high quality of everything he saw.
My idea was that we would give him a bloody good scrub in the bath and then rinse him off afterwards in the shower.
He stripped off the uniform and then took off his trainers and socks – words cannot describe the stench! I made him put them in a plastic bag, and only when it was sealed would I take it and put it in the dust bin.
We got him into the bath and I started to scrub his back while he started at his feet and worked his way up. The water was steadily turning greyer and greyer. I could not resist grabbing and soaping a large natural sponge and washing his 5 inches (soft) and the two attached appendages. Actually, he had very low-hanging balls, which I find quite sexy in a man. With my ministrations, the 5 inches soon turned into 7½ inches and stayed like that throughout the rest of the bath time and the shower afterwards, where I stripped and joined him, getting used to our naked bodies touching one another, a sensation we enjoyed so much that we transferred immediately to the bed without bothering to dry ourselves.
Needless to say our first few minutes in bed were rather steamy in more senses than one, and kissing and caressing soon led the way to greater pleasures. I was caressing Sam's nipple with one hand and his cock with the other when it suddenly struck me how pale he was. I asked if he was OK and he couldn't understand what I meant. I drew his attention to the pallor of his skin and he said it was his natural colour. I suppose I had been unaware of it before because of all the dirt which had been on top. I sat up and looked down at him drinking in every detail of his ghost-like body. As I had suspected, his hair was very fair, but not what I would call blond. His facial features were cute and his body very thin. Small hairless nipples led down to an outie navel, where a `treasure trail' started and led down to his wedding tackle. As I have already mentioned, his balls hung very low with quite a lot of hair. His very thin legs were quite sexy and his bum was like skin and bone – not much of a cushion there if I get my wicked way later!
Now, I am not a religious man, and I am not a foot fetishist, but I remember hearing an aria from Handel's Messiah' entitled How Beautiful are the Feet of them that Preach the Gospel of Peace'. Well, that just about sums up Sam's feet, they were beautiful' and I was happy to start my next round of kissing with those feet and work my way up to his balls, which I took into my mouth in turn and would gladly have swallowed were they not attached. Then I reached the piece de resistance', but there was no resistance.
As I took his cock in my mouth a contented sigh escaped Sam's lips and a satisfied smile played on his lips. I think I had found his favourite game, and I was an expert player!! Sam told me in between sighs and moans that he had not had sex since he left home (he came from Darlington) and had only masturbated two or three times in three weeks. Several times I could feel him reaching the point of no return, but I eased off him each time until I thought that he would burst if he didn't orgasm soon. Needless to say, when he did reach his climax it was some display!! I think they could probably have heard his moans and mutterings within a three mile radius and he raised himself so far off the bed that I feared for the springs as he came down.
He filled my mouth to capacity, which I swallowed, then he filled me again to overflowing. His cock was like tempered steel and the head looked as though it had been polished it shone so brightly.
As the orgasm drew to a close and he started breathing again I kissed him and shared his come with him, which he swallowed greedily. Not a word passed between us, but I knew from the look in his eyes that he had experienced something special.
When he finally got his breath back he disappeared downwards and I felt his moist tongue licking up and down my own cock. I warned him that I was only seconds away from my own orgasm as I had only just stopped myself from cumming during his. He took the head of my dick in his mouth and gently ran his tongue backwards and forwards over my piss slit until it was unbearable, and even then I let him carry on. I only have a 6 inch cock so he had no difficulty in taking the whole thing into his mouth and giving me one of the best climaxes I have ever had. Lights shone, bells rang and fireworks burst into the sky.
We lay in each others arms for about half an hour when hunger suddenly hit me and I guessed (correctly) that Sam felt the same. We had another quick shower together and then I went in search of my kid brother's clothes. They were just a little small on Sam in spite of his thinness, and he flatly refused to wear underpants, so his cock was beautifully outlined for all to see inside the linen trousers he wore. Fortunately we both wore size 9 shoes (English size) so I lent him a pair of open sandals so I could look at his feet.
We went to an Italian restaurant a few miles away which I often use. Marco, the owner and his waiters are gay, bur the clientele is a good mix of young, old, gay and straight.
Marco greeted me and immediately eyed up Sam and asked to be introduced. He gave us a secluded table near the back of the restaurant and the waiters all danced attendance, all vying for Sam's attention, one of them placing (rather heavily) his napkin in his lap, another leaning over him to straighten the cutlery on the table, another resting his hand on his shoulder while he lit the candle on the table and so on and so forth. Sam had never experienced anything like it before and was thoroughly enjoying himself, even though he thought it very amusing.
We had a wonderful meal with far too much to drink, but not so much that we couldn't have another session in bed when we got home when, at his request, I gave him another blow job and then fucked his bony little arse silly.
He stayed over the bank holiday and is still with me now, three weeks later. He is not so thin now and his bum has a small cushion of fat for when I fuck him (which is regularly).
I hope he'll stay for good, my ghostly little darling from Darlington!
The Colonel
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