This story is fictional; any similarity to any persons or previously created characters is purely coincidental.
He walked in quickly. Stressed. Rushing. He swiped his badge in the time clock. It beeped in response. I checked my watch.
"You should try being on time for once" I said to him, dryly.
"Fuuuuck," he responded. "Am I late?"
"You just made it." I said with a half smile.
"We got the new shirts to wear today?" he asked.
"Yeah," I said, tossing him a t-shirt with the current months' promotion on it. He was wearing a polo shirt, the typical dress code for when we didn't have a special promotional shirt to wear.
"Can I change here? Is that, like, inappropriate?" he asked me, already grabbing his polo shirt at the collar.
"Yeah, that's fine," I responded. He pulled his polo shirt over his head. I was expecting him to be wearing an undershirt of some sort. Maybe a tank top. He didn't wear any. His arms were over his head, I noticed the dark hair in his pits and the small, sparse patch right in the center of his chest. He had a thin trail leading from his navel to the waistband of his blue checked boxers which were sticking out quite a bit since he sagged his pants so low.
He was pale and thin. Typical skater build. Typical skater everything, in fact. Shaggy brown hair, smelled faintly like cigarettes and cheap cologne. He had a tattoo on his side that I didn't know about because I'd never seen him shirtless before. It was a couple of Japanese symbols on the side of his ribcage.
"What's that mean?" I asked him, gesturing toward his bare side. He hesitated as he was pulling the new shirt over his head. It hung like a necklace around his neck, everything below his shoulders exposed.
"Family," he said, flexing his arm a bit, an effort to look a little more built than he was, now that he knew I was looking. He had decent arm muscles, they stood out when he flexed. He ran his other hand down his side, over the tattoo and twisted to look at it. I wished it was my hand.
I had never thought of him sexually before. Boy should have never taken off his shirt. From this point on, he would be an object.
While I was thinking, he finished getting his shirt on and tucked it into his loose jeans. I snapped out of it.
"Hey, can you find this bitch's order?" I asked, handing him a sheet of paper with many lines of text on it.
"Yeah," he took it from me and walked off to the stock room.
I took care of some computer work after he disappeared. I answered some emails, checked the task manager and began to write a to-do list of things that needed to be done before the store closed tonight.
"Hey!" he shouted from a couple aisles over. He may have been a pretty decent worker, but he was never the most polite guy who worked for me. It sounds too powerful to say he worked for me. I'm only 25. I'm just a retail manager, I'm not a big deal. He's nineteen and basically only working so he can have money for gas to put in his car and a couple cases of beer a week. God knows who bought them for him. He probably slept with the girl who works at the counter at the gas station or something like that, so she lets him buy it. We'd talked about his sex life before. It seems like he has a lot of fun.
"Where is this shit?" he shouted again.
"Language!" I scolded him. I abandoned my desk and computer and walked towards him. "What the fuck is it supposed to be?" I asked, forgetting my own polite language. He thrust the paper to me and I glanced over it quickly. "It should be right in the thing by her last name."
"Yeah, it's not there," he told me. I crossed the few steps to the door to the back room and shoved it open. It banged against the wall. The room was divided up into areas of shelving organized alphabetically. Each order was placed on a shelf according to the customer's last name. I checked the sheet again.
"it's a small order, doofus, it's on the high shelf." I jabbed him in the ribs and he flinched away, a big smile on his face. "What? Ticklish?" I asked, taunting. I poked him again.
"Gimmie the sheet," he said, snatching it from me. He jabbed me in the ribs in retaliation.
"Shit, dude, that hurt!" I faked.
"Want me to kiss it and make it better?" he responded in a mocking voice.
"Damn right." I replied, raising my arm and presenting my side to him. He stuck out his tounge and made a licking motion. I felt a tingling in my jeans. "Get on it," I taunted him.
"What if I did?" he said in a smart-ass tone of voice.
"I might like it"
"I bet you would."
"Try me."
He took a step closer to me, I stared into his eyes for a painfully long moment. He reached down and cupped my crotch. I felt myself grow instantly harder. I walked towards the wall, forcing him into the corner. He dropped the sheet with the customer's order on it, then used both hands to undo my belt and open up my pants. He reached inside and started to stroke me through my bright blue boxer briefs.
I looked him in the eye, studying him for any sign of resistance as I reached my hands up to his crotch. I opened his button and slowly slid down his zipper, then un-tucked his shirt and reached both hands inside. I felt his warm skin and slid my hands around to his back, pulling him closer to me.
He took his hands off my body and hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his underwear. He swiftly pushed his pants down below his ass and they fell the rest of the way to the floor. I stared directly into his deep brown eyes as he reached for my pants and shoved them down. I had to back away from him so that he could bend down and push my pants to my ankles.
While he was bent over, he quickly shoved my entire cock into his mouth. He was deliberately slobbering all over it, licking it to cover it in spit. He wasn't giving me head, he was lubing me up.
He stood back up and I stared at him again as I slowly removed his shirt. I wanted to touch his hot skin. I dropped the shirt on the floor and he turned around to face the shelf. He reached down to the lower shelf and held on, he pressed his ass against my hard dick. It was beautiful. It felt so hot on my skin. I quickly kneeled down and put one hand on each of his cheeks to spread them. I stuck out my tongue and went right for his hole. It smelled intoxicating. He had obviously just showered before coming to work but the smell of soap was masked by the musky smell of boy. His hole was surrounded by a few fine, dark hairs.
I'd had enough of this. I spit generously on his hole and stood back up. He moaned quietly as I pressed my dick against his ring. Gently I pushed. He sucked air between his teeth and I saw his knuckles turn white as he clutched the shelf. I held perfectly still, allowing him time to adjust to the intrusion. God, his ass was so nice. I could feel myself throbbing inside of him, even though I wasn't in very far. He took a deep breath and pressed his beautiful ass further down on my dick.
My spit wasn't quite enough lube and it didn't go in easy. I wasn't small, either. He took it like a champ, though. He let out a quiet whimper just before I bottomed out in him. He was lucky I was almost all the way in him. That noise would have caused me to plunge in anyway. He kept pushing like he wanted me deeper.
"Mmmmmmmmm," he moaned. "fuck me."
"Don't have to tell me twice." I responded, pulling out about halfway, then slowly pushing myself back inside of him. I was bent over him slightly, holding onto his biceps to support myself. I could feel his arm muscles flexing, but more importantly, I could feel his ass flexing. It felt amazing. The hot air in the room did nothing to help the hot situation and we were both starting to sweat. I ran my fingers down his back. His skin was searing hot and the cold drops of sweat stood out in contrast. I felt him get goosebumps and shiver slightly. He moaned again.
I began to really go at it. After all, we did have work to do, as much as I would have liked to spend all day inside of him. He stood up underneath me, I was still pounding into him. I clutched one arm around his stomach and reached my other hand down to stroke him. He gasped in shock as I touched him, but clearly he enjoyed the sensation, fucking my hand and, in turn, fucking himself with my dick. He was really getting into it, pounding his ass all the way down on me, then sliding his dick deep into my fist. He was quietly moaning. Just his sounds were driving me wild, the physical sensation was a completely different story. I was in my own little world and god knows how long we had been going at it when I heard his moaning start to get louder. He was clenching his ass on my dick, the feeling driving me close to the edge. We were both about to cum. I ran my fingers roughly through his shaggy hair and then scratched his back. Hard.
That did it, "ughhhhhh" he grunted, moving his hips involuntarily now. The cum shot from his dick, spraying the customer order shelf and narrowly missing two boxes that had to go out today. The way his ass was clenching sent me over the edge and when he shot his second stream of cum, I began to fill him up. My orgasm was immense and powerful. Volleys of cum shot deep inside of him. When he finished, my hand was soaked with his cum, along with about half the room. Wow, he cums a lot.
I finished my orgasm and held still inside of him for a few minutes. I gave him a kiss on the side of his neck. "We should get back to work," I told him, pulling out of him slowly. He grabbed a rag out of the back pocket of his pants which were still on the floor and began to wipe up his mess.
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