Date: Thu, 21 Jul 2011 01:50:06 -0500
From: Dan Dignan <djd7241@gmail.com>
Subject: Stockroom

	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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