Stockroom Secrets Chapter 28 by Mark Peters
Stockroom Secrets
by
Mark 'Ponyboy' Peters
Chapter Twenty-Eight
The remainder of the afternoon went much as expected, with work, work and more work. It was good to be kept busy, as it stopped me from dwelling on things in my own headspace, things that I needed to get past, but even then there were things I couldn't escape thinking about.
At the top of this list were Mike's words after he returned from lunch. What didn't I need to worry about? What would I be finding out about soon enough?
I mentioned it to Raffa when I bumped into him mid-afternoon, but the best he could come up with was it possibly being something to do with the bashing, which was about all I could come up with as well. As it turned out, we were both spot on the money.
It was around four-thirty when Claire Brady, the Office Manager, came to the invoice office doorway and called out, 'Are you out here, Grayson?'
As I was loading some trolleys for the weekend staff to distribute she wouldn't have been able to see me from where she was standing. I moved around the corner so I could see her.
'Yes, I'm right here.'
'Big boss wants you in his office,' she said, before disappearing back into her office. She was referring to Mr Webster, of course, which quickly got my heart thumping as I wondered what he wanted now.
Mike wasn't anywhere around for me to let him know what I had to do, so I left the trolleys and headed for the office, though first stopping off at the toilets on the way to have a wash and clean the dirt off my arms and face. Working in stockrooms could be bloody hard and dirty work sometimes.
A few minutes later I stopped at the door to Mr Webster’s office and was about to knock when I noticed the police officers who we had been speaking to this week were sitting in the guest chairs. They both stood up when they saw me there.
'Ahhh . . . Grayson. Come in,' Mr Webster said.
'Hello, Grayson,' one of the officers said to me. It was Constable Freeman, with whom I had spoken the other day. 'How have you been doing?'
'I'm good thanks.'
'We've just called in to tell you, and Mr Webster here, that there has been a development in your case.'
'Oh?'
'We received an anonymous tip-off concerning several individuals, and we have this afternoon taken two men into custody.'
'A tip-off? Really?'
'Yes. Investigations are ongoing, but I'm confident that charges will be laid over your assault.'
I know that I should have been excited at the prospect of these assholes being brought to justice, but there was something gnawing at the back of my mind. Was this what Mike had been referring to earlier? Did he actually know who these guys were? Did he recognise them, or the car, from the photos the police provided? If that was the case then it could really only mean one thing; that the attack had come courtesy of Animal! And that scared me even more.
'That's fantastic news,' Mr Webster said, though with just a little too much enthusiasm for my liking.
'Of course, our investigation will still need to run its course but we'll continue to keep you informed.'
'Thank you. I'm sure that Grayson agrees with me that we appreciate everything you are doing,' Webster replied.
'Yes, of course,' I added, snapping out of my moment of worry. 'I'm so glad that someone came forward with some information.'
'Like I said, we'll keep you informed if there are any more developments. We'll let you get back to work now,' the constable said, before the police officers then excused themselves.
After listening to Mr Webster prattle on for a bit about how great a result this was, or at least I think that's what he was prattling on about as I wasn't really concentrating that hard - I was more interested in getting back to the stockroom to talk to Mike - I eventually managed to extract myself from the office.
I don't know if Mike thought this was going to solve the problem, because in my mind it wasn't going to do anything of the sort; unless Animal himself got arrested for ordering the assault. Maybe his thugs would roll over on him? Would that seal the deal?
But what if they didn't? Would there still be a target on my back?
Fuck! I didn't need this!
Once I got past the offices and into the stockroom I ran almost all the way to the loading dock. Mike was receiving a late delivery when I got there, so I stood back and caught my breath as I waited for him to finish. He glanced at me a couple of times, with a curious expression on his face, but I simply stared back at him.
Eventually the delivery driver left and Mike turned to me.
'What now?' he asked.
'You knew who those guys were,' I said to him. 'It was you that tipped off the cops.'
'What makes you think that?'
'What you said earlier . . . that I won't have anything to worry about now! So I'm guessing they were mates of Animal? So what happens now? Animal comes after me, thinking I identified them? Then I do have something to worry about, don’t I?'
'But you didn't know them?'
'No. But you did. And I guess Animal knows that? Jesus, Mike! We're getting wrapped up so tight in that bastard's web, it’s suffocating. It’s like his tentacles are reaching out and beginning to choke us!'
I was panicking now. Growing more and more frantic. I could feel my hands shaking.
'Calm down, Gray. Stop being so melodramatic.'
'That's easier said than done, Mike! Now level with me!'
'Yeah, I know 'em. And yeah, I made a call,' he said. 'What happened to you shouldn't have happened. Animal is pissed about what happened to him, about his losing his job, but now he's losing the plot. I'm trying to protect you, Gray. I'm sorry about what happened that night we were with him . . . that was where it all started and I was as much at fault as Animal was. I've told him it has to stop, though, and right now, or . . .'
'Or what?'
Mike just shook his head and turned away.
'Or what, Mike?'
'Or I’ll be the one to take it to the next level,' he said flatly. 'I'm truly sorry I ever got you tangled up with him, Gray. I really am. You didn’t deserve that. But believe me when I say that I'll do everything I can to make sure nothing comes back at you.'
I was left speechless. There was obviously more to their friendship or relationship than I could possibly imagine, but just how deep this went I guess I would never know. I stood there staring at him and shaking my head.
'Do I even want to know what that means?'
'Probably not.'
'Fuck.'
'Just let it all blow over,' he urged. 'You'll be fine. I know stuff, and Animal knows what's at stake if he does anything, so he'll see reason. Trust me on this. Just go home and have a good weekend, and try not to worry about Animal. I've got this.'
'You expect me to do that? Really?'
'Yes. Now just go.'
It was close enough to finishing time for the day, so I turned and left him there. I set off for the locker room and toilets, my mind whirling as I went over in my mind what Mike had said. Things were more complicated than I could have possibly imagined, and my stirring up Animal that day when he last came to the store to do a delivery had had more consequences than I could have ever thought possible. If he had been behind my getting assaulted, which is what it looked like, then the guy truly was a psycho.
Fuck. What had I done?
Raffa found me there in the toilets a few minutes later after he had signed off for the day. I was leaning against the basin and staring into the mirror with water dripping from my face after sloshing it on myself.
'Fuck, what's happened now?' he asked, his face etched with worry.
'It was Animal,' I said.
'Huh?'
'The assault. Can we get out of here? I'll explain it all then.'
'Sure thing. Where do you want to go?'
'Your place?'
A smile came over his face.
'Don't go getting too excited, Romeo. This is actually serious.'
'Okay. You want to go now, then?'
'Yeah. I really need to get the fuck out of here. Lead the way.'
* * *
Fifteen minutes later I pulled up on the street outside the de Silva home, just as I had done the previous night, while Raffa rode into the driveway and came to a stop in front of the door to his garage. As I walked up the driveway he took off his helmet, then smiled at me.
'What?' I said to him.
'I kind of like seeing you walking up that driveway,' he replied, just as I reached him. He put an arm around my waist and pulled me to him briefly, giving me a peck on the cheek as he did so.
'I said later, Romeo,' I chided him.
'Sorry. Just couldn't help myself. Now, you want to tell me what's going on?' as he moved to unlock the door.
We went inside and I collapsed onto his lounge. He sat himself down beside me, then took my hand in his.
'I know I can come off as being flippant sometimes, but I want you to know I do take this seriously. We've both been dragged through the ringer by this guy.'
'Yeah, I know, babe. And that's why he needs to be stopped.'
'So, what's happened?'
I sat back and for a few moments I closed my eyes, before opening them again and looking directly at him. His expression was one of expectation. He was willing me to continue.
'Well, first off, Mike got a look at those security photos yesterday afternoon. Then today, those cops came back into the shop and I had to go to Webster’s office late this afternoon. Apparently they received an anonymous tip-off and today they arrested two guys over the assault.'
'That's brilliant! But what does that have to do with Mike?'
'He admitted to me that it was him who made the call for the tip-off. He knew them . . . they are buddies of Animal. He says he's trying to protect me . . .'
'What?'
'Yeah, so now we're assuming it was Animal who ordered the assault.'
'That bastard! But . . . if Animal's goons are out of action, what's to stop him having another go at you himself? Especially if he thinks you recognised the others, or something?'
'Well, that's where if gets even weirder. Mike says if Animal does that, then Mike will escalate things. He says he knows stuff.'
'About Animal? Shit, yeah, weirder is definitely right! Who would have thought it?'
'I know! And to think it all started with me just wanting to get laid!'
'No babe, it started long before that. You've just helped to bring it to a head. Now it's time for everything to come home to roost for Animal . . . and it's going to be so sweet to see it.'
'Here's hoping.'
'So, anything else happen today?'
'Not much, unless you count Hoppy initiating that new blonde kid into the unofficial Stockroom Sex Club.'
'Wait, what? Hoppy and Nathan?'
'You know him then?'
'Yeah. He was a couple of years below me in school. I saw him getting the tour of the shop from Mrs Mack the other day, so I knew he had started with us. I always thought he was a sexy fucker!'
I looked at him with raised eyebrows.
'But don't worry, you've got nothing to worry about. You're the only sexy fucker I want now!'
'Is that so?'
'Oh, yeah,' he said, before pulling me closer and kissing me on the lips. 'And I want you right now!'
* * *
When you look back over your life they say you will always remember your first, but I guess when you are gay, or bi, it's possible that there can be two firsts for you to remember; the first time you give, and the first time you receive.
The first time I received, which was my night with Mike and Animal, was memorable for all the wrong reasons. And for very obvious reasons it was not a night that I want to remember at all. It was raw and brutal and animalistic, and left me feeling used and dirty. As a memorable first, I would much rather recall my first night with Raffa instead; a night filled with passion, and loving, and tenderness and excitement_._ A night that far outweighed anything that I had ever previously experienced. A night where the memories, even now many years later, remain fresh and vivid in my brain.
Then there was my other first, the night when Raffa gave himself up to me, allowing me to truly explore my sexuality and be myself, as he guided me through the experience with patience and love. It could have easily been one of those “wham, bam, thank you man” kind of moments, as we rushed to do the deed, but Raffa wouldn't allow that. He wanted to be loved, but he also wanted to show love. He wanted the experience to be memorable for both of us, and that was what it became.
'So, you want it now, do you?' I teased him after he had kissed me and then told me what he wanted.
'I do . . . but I want it to be right . . . for both of us,' he breathlessly replied between kisses. 'I want us . . . to forget everything that's been going on . . . I want us to remember this night . . .'
I wanted that too. More than anything.
Getting to his feet he held out a hand for me and dragged me upright as well. I offered no resistance as he led me to his bed. Somewhere in my mind a part of me was saying that we were rushing things, yet another part of me was saying that this was what we both wanted, and what we both needed.
'Are you sure you want to do this?' he whispered to me.
'Yes,' I replied, as I reached up and began to unbutton his shirt. At the same time he pulled my t-shirt out of my pants then lifted it up and over my head, allowing it to drop on the floor beside us. We both kicked off our shoes and then dropped our pants and underwear, before stepping out of them, leaving us standing there naked. Our rapidly expanding dicks now beginning to rub against each other, then prod into each other as each of us looked the other up and down, drinking in the sights before each of us, and running our hands over each other.
'You're beautiful! You know that don't you?' I whispered, as I admired his lithe and almost hairless form.
'You're not so bad yourself,' he replied as a hand reached out and brushed over first one nipple and then the other, before reaching upwards and cupping my face. Our lips met and my mouth opened as I allowed his probing tongue to enter. Our hands reached around behind the other and brought our bodies together, forcing our now rock hard cocks to grind against one another.
We soon found ourselves on the bed as we continued to kiss and explore each other’s bodies with our hands, with our lips, with our tongues. Shimmying around on the bed so that we could sixty-nine I dove down on Raffa's manhood, taking as much of as I could into my mouth, even gagging a little as his bulbous head hit the back of my throat.
Bobbing my head up and down on his shaft, I tried to remember all the things I needed to do, like keep my teeth covered, seal my lips around his meat, and above all, suck. I was sure my inexperience was showing, but judging by the groans coming from his own mouth as he was working on my cock, I figured that I couldn't be doing a terrible job at least.
When he broke away a few moments later I was surprised and asked him what was wrong.
'Nothing, babe. You're wonderful . . . but I need something else from you,' he said as he repositioned himself face down on the bed, a pillow under his hips and his arse elevated.
As he reached for a tube of lube on the bedside table and passed it to me it didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what it was he wanted. Quickly I took it and squeezed some onto my trembling fingers as he spread his butt cheeks apart. I applied some to his puckered hole, before spreading some on my throbbing cock and then positioning myself behind him.
'Not so fast,' Raffa whispered. 'There's no need to rush . . . let's try to make it last.'
So that's what I did. And it was mind-blowing.
The feel of his twitching hole as I inserted a lubed finger to ready him, before making it two, then three, gently probing, gently stretching, while our mouths still worked together and we sucked the breath from one another.
Then, afterwards, the feel of Raffa wrapped around my own manhood as I entered him. The hotness of his insides as I slid into him, then backed out, before plunging back in, time and time again. Then the feel of the pressure building in my balls, plus the tingling sensation that seemed to be building somewhere deep within me, and then . . . the feeling of me exploding inside him, shot after shot coating his insides as my body shuddered and my heart raced, before finally coming back down to earth, soaked in sweat and collapsing across the top of him, before falling slightly to the side. This tilted both our bodies slightly, providing me with a clear view of Raffa’s own cock letting forth shot after shot of hot teen nectar across the pillow and bedcovers.
I had never in all my life experienced anything like this. Now that was an experience that was memorable. That was a first that would always be revisited over and over again.
To be continued . . .
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