Date: Sat, 24 Oct 2009 21:23:21 +0000 (GMT)
From: Andy Caulden <andycaulden@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Bob-a-job - Part 1 (Revised) (M/t)

All the usual disclaimers apply. The following story is
entirely fictional and contains explicit descriptions of
sexual activity between an adult male and a teenage boy.
READ NO FURTHER if you are under the age of eighteen or
offended by such material.

Bob-a-job - Part 1 (Revised)

By Andy Caulden

It was a grey old day and I was hurrying along, on my way
home from school, when the first few drops of rain started
to fall. It quickly turned into a downpour as I ran to the
bus shelter, which stood just outside the park gates.

I wasn't the only one who had stepped in from the rain. As I
entered, a middle-aged man turned his head in my direction.

'You've just made it in time, blondie,' he said, smiling.
'We're gonna be stuck in here for a good long while; it's
fuckin' hammering down out there.'

I looked up at the man and nodded in agreement.

'Smoke?' he asked, offering me a cigarette.

'No thanks,' I replied.

'Fuckin' wise decision,' he said. 'Best stick to wanking at
your age. It's fun... and it's free.'

The man could see the look of shock on my face. It was 1963,
so no one said the word 'wanking' to a complete stranger,
especially if that stranger was a fourteen-year-old boy.

We both turned our heads and looked out at the rain as it
pounded the deserted street.

'How would you like to make some money, blondie?' he said a
few minutes later.

'Doing what?' I replied.

'Wanking me off,' he said, dropping his cigarette to the
floor and stepping on it.

I thought about this for a few seconds. It didn't seem an
unreasonable request. After all, I had performed this
service on several occasions for a couple of schoolmates;
and once, in the park bushes, I had shown a bunch of younger
boys how to wank off. Also, I was keen to see what a full-
grown cock looked like.

'How much?' I asked.

'Half-a-crown,' he answered.

This was a considerable amount of money: it was equal to
five-times my weekly pocket money, and would allow me to buy
more GWR wagons for my model railway.

'Okay,' I answered. 'Where?'

'Back there in the shadows, on the bench.'

'It's a bit risky. What if a bus comes along, or someone
decides to come in from out of the rain?'

'We'll sit side by side, like father and son, and you can
wank me off under my jacket, which I'll drape over my lap.'

'Nah. It's far too risky.'

'What about the parkie's hut in the park? Brian won't be
there now, and I know where he keeps the spare key.'

'Nah, no way.'

'What about that derelict building across the street? We'll
only get a bit wet if we run, and I know a way in through
the side door.'

We waited until the rain eased off before running across the
street and into the abandoned building, which had once been
a radio repair shop.

'Let's have a look upstairs,' he said.

We made our way up a flight of stairs and into a room at the
back of the building. The room had once been an office, and
was still furnished with a desk and chair.

'This will do,' he said, as he sat down on the floor with
his back to the desk. 'Okay, blondie, let's see what you can
do for old Bob-a-job.'

I wasn't sure what he meant at this point. He just sat there
on the floor, looking up at me.

'Well, what are you waiting for? Get on with it!' he barked.

It seemed that he wanted me to work for my money, so I knelt
down beside him and reached for his belt. As I was undoing
the buckle, I noticed the bulge in his trousers growing
rapidly. I undid the fly buttons, opened the top of his
trousers and eased them down. His uncut cock was now rock-
hard, and the knob was sticking up over the top of his Y-
fronts.

A strange, musky smell filled my nostrils at this point. I
pulled his Y-fronts down, over his ball sac, and suddenly
his cock was released. It was by far the largest I had ever
seen up to that point - far larger than my own, or any of my
schoolmates' erections. I took it in my hand and began to
wank it slowly.

'How would you like to double your money?' said Bob-a-job,
smiling. 'How about sucking me off?'

I had never tried anything like that before, and although I
was tempted to accept, I didn't quite like the idea. By this
time my cock was just as stiff as my new-found friend's; and
I noticed him eyeing up my crotch as I knelt beside him.

'Okay,' he said, 'never mind that. I'll give you ten-bob if
you'll take off your clothes and let me fuck your arse.'

I thought about it again. I couldn't resist the money being
offered, and by this time I was feeling extremely horny.

'Okay,' I said. 'What do you want me to do?'

He took hold of my hand, pulled it away from his cock and
stood up. He then took off his jacket and laid it on the
floor, where he had been sitting.

'Sit down there and take off your shoes and socks,' he
ordered.

I did as I was told as Bob-a-job knelt down beside me. He
took off my blazer and slipped his hand inside my shirt. I
felt my cock twitch as he gently massaged my left nipple.
Slowly, he unbuttoned my shirt and took it and my school tie
off. He then lowered his head and began kissing and sucking
my left nipple. I felt my cock getting even stiffer, still
trapped in my short trousers.

'Put your hand around my cock and keep wanking me off, real
slow like,' he ordered.

I obeyed the command as his hand moved to the waistband of
my shorts and released my belt. He slipped his hand down the
front of my trousers and felt my cock through the fabric of
my underpants. I nearly came there and then, but I somehow
managed to hold back. He undid my trousers and, lifting me
up a bit, slid them off.

He ran his hands all over my body, before stopping at my
crotch and squeezing my cock through my Y-fronts. He stood
up, kicked off his shoes and removed his trouser and Y-
fronts. His cock looked enormous as I viewed it from my
position on the floor.

'Have you done anything like this before, blondie?' he
asked.

'No.' I replied, truthfully.

He walked over to the door and closed it. I could still hear
the rain beating against the window, so the storm was still
raging outside.

'Okay,' he said. 'It may hurt a bit at first, but you should
be able to handle it.'

He came back and sat down beside me. He placed his hands on
the waistband of my underpants and pulled them off. My cock
sprang free. It seemed a lot bigger than usual, but it was
still small compared to old Bob-a-job's.

'You've got a nice body, son' he said, giving it the once
over with an appreciative eye. 'How old are you?'

'Fourteen,' I replied.

'Lummy. I thought you were older. Still, never mind, we're
not going to stop now.'

He put his hand on my ball-sac and started massaging it
slowly, whilst the finger of his other hand explored my
arse-crack.

'What's you name?' he asked.

'Simon. Simon Con...'

'Well, Simon,' he interrupted, 'let's get down to business.'

Suddenly, Bob-a-job's mouth went for my stiffy. I let out a
loud gasp as my cock disappeared down his throat.

'Jez-z-z-z,' I shouted.

This prompted Bob-a-job to stop.

'Too much for you, eh?' he asked.

'Yes,' I replied. 'I nearly shot my bolt.'

'Okay. We'll save that for later.'

Bob-a-job's finger continued to explore as it slipped into
my arsehole. My sphincter closed around it immediately,
gripping it tight.

'Tight!' he exclaimed. 'You must relax; it'll be much easier
if you relax. Let's see what I've got to help.'

He reached down and brought out a small jar of Vaseline from
his jacket pocket.

'This is for emergencies and times like this,' he continued.
'Always be prepared. That's what my old scoutmaster use to
say.'

He stuck his finger into the jar and smeared the content
around my arsehole. He again slid his finger into my virgin
hole. This time it went in much easier.

'That's better,' he said, as he slid two fingers into my
hole. He knelt in front of me and coated his cock with some
Vaseline. 'Okay, Simon. You ready for this?'

'Yes, go ahead,' I said.

He positioned himself between my legs and took hold of my
feet, which he pushed apart. This exposed my anus to his
stiff cock. I felt the tip of his knob against my arsehole
as it prepared to enter my inner sanctum. I felt my muscles
tighten as they resisted the attempt, but slowly, as he
pushed harder, the cock made headway.

He started moving backwards and forwards gently. I could
feel his cock inside me; and then that familiar feeling came
over me: the feeling I usually experienced from a mind-
blowing wank. I came suddenly, shooting sperm all over my
chest. It seemed to go on forever; my cock just kept pumping
it out.

A second or two later, Bob-a-job let out a mournful moan and
I felt a warmth inside my arse.

'That was fuckin' great,' he said. 'I can usually go on for
a long time, but you made me come real quick, you sexy sod.'

I smiled as he withdrew his manhood from my inner sanctum. I
liked being called a sexy sod.

'I see you've shed your load,' he continued, as he proceeded
to lick the sperm off my chest.

The rain had stopped and the sun was now beaming in through
the window.

'Time to make a move,' he said, picking up his clothes and
shoes. 'Here's the ten-bob note I owe you.'

I took the crumpled note and began to dress.

'You looked as though you were really enjoying that,' he
said, grinning. 'You should come up to my place and meet a
few of my friends. They love to fool around with sexy sods
like you.'

'I might take you up on that,' I said. 'Perhaps after
school, tomorrow?'

'Yeah, why not,' he said. 'I'll meet you by the park gates.'

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Copyright (c) Andy Caulden, October 2009

All comments welcome (andycaulden@yahoo.co.uk)