For those of you who are following "Year Two" here is another story I wrote some time ago. Don't forget to help NIFTY it needs your donations to stay active.
Wet Teen
One of the things I missed being a bachelor living alone was a lovely roast dinner; that is why on Sundays I invariably went to the local pub for my Sunday lunch.
I was well known in the pub, both by the staff and the regulars. I wasn't there every day but more often than not. Sometimes I would just have a pint and at other times spend the evening there.
I left the pub feeling very satisfied having partaken of an excellent meal and several beers and made my way home, it was all of two hundred and fifty yards.
I paused at Pickfords beach, as it was known locally, to watch one of the ferries entering harbour, this was the narrowest part of the entrance. The beach was very small being squeezed between a small jetty and part of the old harbour defences.
I started chatting to a middle aged couple who were visitors, I could answer quite a lot of their questions as not only had I been born locally but also had been in the Navy. We were idly watching four teenagers, late teens, who were messing about on the shingle and I noticed that three of them were ganging up on the fourth. They tried pebble skimming with no success at all as the current was too strong. As the fourth guy was right at the edge of the water, one of his `mates' shouldered him and he fell right into the water. The other three then took off without even bothering to see if he was OK.
The teen got to his feet and staggered out of the sea, completely soaked. I couldn't help laughing and made the inane comment "You look a bit wet, have you got far to go home?"
He mentioned the name of a council estate which was on the other side of town, at least three to four miles away.
"You better come with me" I said, "I live just here, we can get you dried out"
The young guy paused for a while, obviously considering his options and decided he couldn't get on a bus, neither could he walk that distance being soaking wet, he then nodded and followed me.
The house had a small courtyard in front of the door, "Will you leave your shoes there" I said as I unlocked the door.
I think I should tell you a little more about myself. I have mentioned that I lived alone and was single and had served in the R.N.
My father had been in the navy and we had lost him during the Falklands War' his ship was hit by a missile and he was one of those in the ops room' when it was hit.
My mother and I, yes I was an only child but not a spoiled brat, had moved in with my grandparents as prior to that we had been in married quarters, I was only two at the time. I didn't remember much about Dad but both Mum and the `geeps' had talked about him a lot and there were pictures.
I had joined the navy when I was eighteen and it wasn't long after that that we lost Mum, so from then the grandparents became my only family.
We lost Grandpa five years ago and then Grandma passed away peacefully just last year. I wouldn't have expected anything else because throughout my life Grandma had been peaceful, I don't think I ever saw her lose her temper, she had this uncanny knack of thinking things over and smoothing things.
I knew Grandma owned the house and always guessed it would come to me, and to be honest I wouldn't want to live anywhere else. The house was right on the harbour mouth and several of the windows looked straight out onto the water, which was only a few yards away, in fact sometimes you felt as if you could reach out and touch the ships as they passed.
The thing that really surprised me was the money that she left me, it was just over a million pounds. I always knew that she had been careful but never mean. If I wanted something there had to be a good reason but, if it was sensible and needed I never went without.
Now at the age of thirty I was out of the navy, I had a very well paid job in IT, due to the excellent training I got in the service, I worked mainly from home because let's face it, if you were working on a PC it could be done equally well at home as in some office. Another good thing, I didn't build up the carbon miles travelling back and forth.
Right, let's get back to the young guy.
I took him into the house and fortunately the hall was tiled and not carpeted so I took him straight into the utility room.
"Will you take your clothes off here, we will put them in the washer first to get the salt out, then into the dryer while you get a shower"
Slowly at first, he started to remove his clothes. He got right down to his underwear and stopped. "Put everything in" I said.
I noticed him look around and appeared nervous.
"Oh don't worry, there's nobody else here, I live alone and I used to be in the navy so I don't think you've got anything I haven't seen before" I told him.
Finally he removed his jockeys, he had nothing to be ashamed of, though maybe a little shrivelled with the cold.
"Right follow me" I said, and lead him up the stairs, "Come into my room, you can use the shower in there, I will get you some clean towels"
I showed him into the shower, which was quite large, as this room use to belong to Grandma.
I went to the airing cupboard for the towels and when I returned he was happily soaping himself and I noticed his dick had increased in size in response to the hot water. Well, of course I noticed his dick, after all I'm gay.
"When you have finished you can use my gown on the bed, or wrap a towel round you, then come downstairs" I told him.
I went down to the living room and thought of having a drink but thought that on top of the beer would make me sleepy so got an orange juice from the fridge.
I must be honest, the thought of getting him into my bed did cross my mind, but hell, I didn't even know if he did that sort of thing. My thoughts started weighing things up, I had noticed that when he emptied his pockets there was no wallet, no mobile phone, no keys and less than £1 in coins, that wouldn't pay his bus fare.
It was about fifteen minutes later that he came down stairs wrapped in a towel and I must admit, he looked a lot brighter.
"Would you like a drink, beer, lager, or just a coffee, the choice is yours" I said.
He decided on a coffee.
"I know where you live but don't know your name"
"It's Kevin" he said, "Kevin Masters"
"What do you do for your living" I asked.
"Nothing, I'm on benefit" he answered.
"What was your last job?" I enquired.
"I've never had a job since leaving school and I'm eighteen, most of the guys around my area are the same" he said.
A thought flickered through my head and I said, "What sort of work do you want to do?" I asked him.
"I would do anything just to have a job" said Kevin.
"Do you really mean A n y t h I n g?" I said.
"Yes I do mean anything, why have you got a job going?"
"I might have, how good are you at housework?"
"What, you mean hovering and cleaning, that sort of stuff, I suppose I'm as good as most teenagers"
"That's what I was thinking of, you know, stripping the beds and remaking them, putting the stuff through the machine, washing dishes, although I do have a dish washer, washing the floor in the kitchen and hallway, tidying outside, helping with the shopping, you know that sort of stuff"
"I'm not sure about everything but I suppose you could show me" Kevin answered.
"If you want to give it a try I will pay you £30 a day, Monday to Friday, we will try it for a month and see if we like each other. If you get fed up you can say so and I will pay you what is due"
I could almost see the cogs turning over in his head but the look on his face was promising.
At last he smiled and said, "When do I start?"
"Nine o'clock tomorrow morning and don't be late" I said.
"You can start learning now" I said, "I've just heard the washing machine stop you can transfer your stuff into the dryer"
I followed him into the utility room and showed him how to set the timer, as he did, the towel fell off, "Oh sorry" he said.
"Don't let it worry you, as I said, I used to be in the navy and there were always naked bodies around, some small, some big, I often walk around naked"
He smiled and said, "Which are you?"
"Which am I?" I queried.
"Big or small" he said with a big grin.
"Ah, you might find out one day" I replied, also with a laugh.
We returned to our chairs and I said, "How did you get here?"
"One of my mates uses his dad's car, although I don't think his dad knows, I expect they are long gone now" he answered.
"How will you get home?" I asked, "I noticed you have practically no money when you emptied your pockets"
"I will thumb it, I've done it before, money doesn't last long, Mum takes half my benefit for rent, but I suppose I can't grumble, I couldn't feed myself on what I give her" Kevin replied.
"When you leave I will give you money for the bus to get home and to get back here tomorrow. Think about it and if you are going to work for me you must be here at nine, one thing I can't stand is people being late, the second thing is be honest, if you break something just tell me. We will see how things go and if we suit each other I might make it permanent, it's up to you"
After talking a little longer we heard the pinger go on the drier, Kevin stood up and went to get his clothes, I fully expected him to dress in the utility room, but he brought his gear back with him.
He just dropped the towel and facing me picked up his jockeys, I couldn't help noticing that his dick wasn't fully hard, but was a bit bigger. I wondered, is he trying to tease me, surely I hadn't done anything to encourage him. When he was fully dressed I stood up and took five pounds from my wallet and gave it to him, he thanked me profusely and I hoped I wasn't making a mistake
We said farewell at the front door and I wondered if I would see him the next morning. As I went to the kitchen with our dirty mugs I thought, well if he doesn't come back I haven't lost anything, well, except for the five pounds and I could put that down to experience.