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High School - Summer Job
As I was walking back to high school, I was thinking about how funny it will seem to be spending time back there again, now that I had just graduated and turned 18. My friend Josh had suggested that I see the principal about a summer job as he had one last year too. College was just a few months away and I couldn't find a single decent paying job. Josh and I had always been close throughout junior and senior high. We'd done a lot together and although it never happened, I'd always hoped that we had a chance to play around. He'd made some suggestions, but I guess that I was too dense to pick up on the hints. He did seem to be so enthusiastic about this summer job and he always seemed to be leaving to get there early each day. Well, maybe he's just glad to get out of the house as his Mom is home all day and that can drive you nuts and cramp anyone's style. Now the salary wasn't going to be great but the hours were just 8 to 3, leaving me some time for myself...not to mention that my folks didn't get home until 8, so I had the house to myself for a nice chunk of time each day to do whatever.
I was supposed to get to the school at 8:30 to meet with Mr. Lewis, the principal. Josh was working in the central school stockroom doing inventory this summer, so I thought that I'd arrive a little early and chat with him before seeing Mr. Lewis. The school was completely deserted when I arrived, only the side door by the janitor's office was open and I entered checking in with Sam the Janitor's assistant (he was a college kid two years older than me that also worked summers at the school). Walking down the empty hallways I couldn't help but think of how glad I was to be going to college in September. Not that the school or town was so bad, but it was isolated place for a young gay guy to figure stuff out. College held the hope of a lot more opportunities and experiences...my home town wouldn't be much help there...at least that's what I thought.
I found my way to the central stockroom, passing the administrative offices and I noticed that Mr. Lewis wasn't anywhere around...but I wasn't due to see him for almost 30 minutes anyway. As I turned the corner right by the stockroom I caught a glimpse of Mr. Lewis just exiting the room. He was fixing his shirt and then brushed his hair as he turned away from me to head the other way back to his office. I thought that was rather odd, but maybe he had to give Josh some instructions for the day. I went to the door and as I knew that the room was large and should be empty aside from Josh, I just went in. The work area was way in the back and I made my way there. The main air conditioning room is right next door to the stock room so the noise level is rather high, so I figured why bother calling out to Josh. It was 8:07.
As I came around the last row of shelving I wasn't ready for the scene that unfolded before me. Papers and boxes were scattered around the floor. Nearly 15 feet away, Josh was on his back laying across the main work table, nude. I always imagined how he would look and now here I was actually seeing my friend in the flesh. He really seemed to be out of it, almost exhausted. His eyes had rolled back in his head and I swear that I almost caught a faint smile on his lips. He didn't know that I was there yet. I moved a little closer and aside from sensing my cock growing down my leg I was transfixed on what I was seeing. There was lots of cum. it was on his stomach and also running down from his ass to a puddle on the table. I gasped...he's just been fucked and I was so totally turned on by this. Then I thought about Mr. Lewis just leaving and adjusting himself. Oh man, Josh has just been fucked by the principal. No wonder he likes to get to work early. In his mid 30's Mr. Lewis is a nice looking guy. I've had a few thoughts about him when jerking off late nites. Despite being a virgin, I now imagined myself being fucked on that same table. My cock was straining at my briefs and I could feel the wetness of pre-cum leaking out. What should I do now?
This is my first effort at writing a story for Nifty. Any comments, suggestions email me at nyupanddown@hotmail.com. Thanks.