Date: Sun, 23 Nov 2008 15:11:45 -0800 (PST)
From: Agent Orange <agent.orange_stories@yahoo.com>
Subject: Fun Stop

Disclaimer:

This story is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places, and incidents
are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.  Any
resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is
coincidental.  This work contains homosexual acts that take place between
an adult and a minor.  The author does not condone sexual activity with
minors.  If this is illegal in your area by local, county, province, or
national law, please stop reading now and go elsewhere.


Fun Stop


Working in the family entertainment business isn't as easy as everyone
likes to assume.  I started in this business several years ago and have
never once regretted my career move.  At least until now, and even still,
regret isn't really the word I'm looking for.  I'm sure you'll understand
what I mean in a little bit.

Ok, let me tell you a little bit out the company I work for.  Family Stop
has a little bit of everything.  Honestly, we do.  There is a huge arcade,
a mountain climbing wall that is built to be flush with the existing wall.
There is an 18-hole indoor mini golf center, and that's connected to the
outdoor driving range.  On the second floor there are three full sized
fútbol fields.  I told you we had everything, and that's just indoors.
Outside there's a go-kart track, bumper cars, and on the other side of the
building (including the small forest) is a paintball course.  Not to forget
the restaurant, bar, juice bar, and gym/spa.  My story begins at the
climbing wall.

Basically all I had to do was stand there and make sure that whoever was
climbing was safe, wearing the harness, and didn't fall.  If they did, I
was supposed to catch them.  It's my favorite area to work.  We've had many
people travel across the country just to come and conquer our wall.  It's
said to be the biggest and most difficult in the country.  This really
doesn't surprise me, and I don't think you'd be surprised if you saw it.
You'd most likely be in awe, I know I was.  Regardless of what day of the
week it is, by 4pm there is always a line of hyper and excited people
waiting to get strapped into the harness.  This day was like any other.
The line of people kept growing and the climbers were steadily struggling,
causing the few impatient people to catcall.  Honestly, I'd have to say
that's the most annoying part.  They obviously don't realize that the more
you scream at someone who is dangling in the air, the more slowly they're
going to go because now they're nervous.  Oh well.  It's inevitable I
guess.  It's my job to scold the hecklers.  It was then that I saw him.

The white shirt shone like a beacon to lost and wary travelers.  The silky
mesh shorts folded around his legs leaving everything to the imagination.
His blonde hair cut short enough that even spiking it would be a futile
attempt.  His arms showed a hint of muscle, but his legs were fairly filled
out.  From my distance I wasn't sure, but his legs looked smooth.  I
stuttered in yelling at the complainers.  When my voice gave out, this boy
looked at me, white teeth glaring the reflection of the safety lights.  I
was awestruck at his beauty.  I'm pretty sure it was this moment that my
heart skipped its first beat.  I couldn't find my breath to keep talking.
I know I looked humorously like a fish being held out of water, with my
mouth opening and closing repeatedly.  Finally, I closed my mouth and let
the people have their way.  There was nothing else I could do really.

When the current climbers made their way back down the wall safely to the
floor, I helped them out of their harnesses automatically.  It's safe to
say that at the moment I could think of anything but him, although, this is
not for lack of trying.  You know the old adage of repeating times tables
in your head?  Well, I'm here to tell you that it doesn't work.  After
readying the new climbers I stepped back to my usual spot and surveyed the
line again.  He was still there, and he was still looking at me.  From this
distance I couldn't make out his eye colour, but I could already tell that
it was intense.  You know, to be honest, I still don't know his eye colour,
but I can tell you that they are the most amazing eyes I've ever seen.  You
can be drawn into them without even realizing what's going on.  Anyway,
back to the story.

This, like many others, was the "down-time."  I usually had no trouble
finding things to stay busy, except for today.  My head always wanted to
turn back and survey the line, and it never seemed to fail that my eyes
would fall upon the nameless beauty.  Still, his eyes would meet mine,
almost as if something were meant to be there that was yet unseen.  For
some reason, this thought struck a chord inside of me.  I was intrigued at
the possibility of something being started.  Then the little voice in my
head stopped the current train of thoughts.  And as usual, the little voice
was right.  I couldn't treat him any different from any of the other
patrons I assist, which already at the thought seemed a problem.

My thought process decided it wanted to go on hiatus.  By the time it came
back, the mysterious boy was next in line and the current climbers were on
their way back down.  I couldn't tear my eyes away from him, and to make
things worse, he kept his eyes on me as well.  I noticed his shirt didn't
have sleeves.  They had been cut away at some point, and the holes ripped
open almost to the bottom hem.  His tan was everywhere my eyes could see.
The orange boxers showing a bit over the top of his jeans sent my heart
racing.  I couldn't be sure, but when I met his gaze again it seemed he had
a knowing smile playing on his lips.  His abs were tight, there was no six
pack, yet, but the evidence that one would be there soon was strong.  All
too soon, the current climbers were on the floor, waiting to be taken out
of their harnesses.  My movements continued to be automatic until he
stepped onto the platform.

I dropped to my knees with the harness in my hands.  My senses went into
overdrive.  I noticed that the radio changed from whatever was playing to
"Iris" by Goo Goo Dolls.  It seemed oddly fitting.  The small hairs on my
arms stood on end with the light breeze rushing through the building, but
with it came his smell.  It was something so unique I had to think of what
it could be.  Orchids and vanilla.  That was it.  Such an odd combination
but it seemed to fit him extremely well.  My eyes travelled up his smooth
legs, over the white fabric of his shorts, past his chest.  They lingered
for a bit at the nape of his neck.  The skin so succulent, smooth that I
could see his pulse.  My gaze continued upwards, past his small rounded
nose till we made eye contact.  I was captivated by the deepness of his
eyes.  They were blue, but it was a blue I'd never seen before.  It was
light and dark at the same time.  Like I said, captivating.

I was jolted from my reverie when he lifted his leg so I could slip the
harness around it.  For a fleeting moment, I had a perfect view up his
shorts.  I couldn't see everything I wanted, but I saw enough to wet my
appetite.  His balls were smooth, small, but not too small.  The only way I
can think to describe them is perfect.  With the harness on one foot, he
set it down and lifted the other while he placed a hand on my shoulder.  An
electric tingle started where his hand touched, but soon spread throughout
my whole being.  He set his other foot down and I lifted the black straps
as slowly as I could without being conspicuous to those waiting.  When
everything was in place he stepped closer to the wall and put his hands on
the mounts and flashed me a grin.  "You're going to watch me climb, right?"
His voice was something to behold.  It was starting to deepen, but didn't
show the classic signs of puberty yet.  There was no squeaking or
brokenness.

"Yeah, you bet bud."  I responded.  With that, he started his ascent.  The
harness was tight enough around his legs and waist that the shorts he wore
were pulled tight across his ass.  It was two wonderful globes of muscle.
They weren't too big or to small, it just looked tight.  Now, what you may
not believe is that I never thought of what it would be like to fuck him,
but it's the truth.  I just wanted to rub my hands all over it and massage
it.  I heard a collective gasp and came back from my daydream just in time
to see him loose his grip at the top of the wall.  In all the time I've
worked at this company, no one has ever fallen.  Despite him having the
safety harness on, I ran quickly and got under him, extending my arms and
bracing my legs for the blunt force I was about to receive.

"Oof.  I got ya."  I said as I pulled him close to me.  His eyes were wide
and I could read the fear in them.  I could feel him shaking.  30 feet is a
long way to fall, regardless of the situation.  I pulled him close to my
chest and called over one of the other employees in the Redemption area.  I
explained what happened as quickly as I could so she knew what to expect
and that she'd be taking over the wall for a little while.  It was company
policy that if customers ever got hurt while there, the employee who helped
them had to stay with them afterwards until they were ok.  This was the
first time I didn't have a problem with that.

I set off in search of an office that wasn't being used for the rest of the
night.  The more important offices are in the back of the facility, but it
would be guaranteed that someone would be back there, if not constantly,
then at least intermittently.  I didn't want us to be bothered while I
tried to calm this boy down.  I just had a feeling that if we were
interrupted, it would take a lot longer than it needed to.  At the front of
the building were the sales offices.  One of the owners had an office in
there, and he usually left by 2pm everyday.  It seemed that today was no
different.  I walked into the outer office area, still with the boy in my
hands and told the office manager that we would be using "The Man's" office
until he was better.  She nodded her head and went back to whatever it was
she was doing.  I took the boy into the office and laid him down on the
floor.  His eyes were still wide open and his bottom lip had started
quivering.  I could deal with just about anything, but a crying boy was
beyond my limit.

I pulled the owner's chair over and sat down in it, almost hovering the
boy.  I watched as his eyes began to dart around the ceiling, then moving
his head, looking around the room.  When he spotted me sitting there I
smiled at him.  "Hey there.  Welcome back to the real world."  I chuckled.

He continued to look into my eyes and asked me in a shaky voice, "Where am
I?"

I immediately took up the practiced monologue.  "You're at Family Stop
Entertainment Center.  You were climbing the wall and must have slipped.
You were at the top.  You fell almost 30 feet."

When he heard this he gasped.  He looked down at his arms and legs.

"Relax, nothing is broken.  I caught you."  I didn't say this to get any
kind of thank you.  I just wanted him to know that he didn't hit the
ground.

"Y- You did?" he stuttered.

"Yeah, I did.  But that's not what's important.  Are you ok?"

"I think so."

I cocked my head to the side.  "What do you mean you think so?"  I asked.

He shrugged.  "I don't know.  I just don't feel right.  Nothing hurts, but
well; it just doesn't feel normal is all."

I could only guess that his nerves were still probably getting over their
shock and told him as much.  Being so close to him didn't really help my
"crush" though.  I got up and walked to the door.  When I got there I
turned around and asked him what his favourite soda was.

"I always drink Dr. Pepper when I can."  He said with a bit of a blush.  It
was good to see that he had colour coming back to his cheeks, even if it
was more than intended.  I nodded to him and stuck my head out the door,
telling the office manager to please grab two sodas from the snack shack.
She was gone instantly.  I can only assume she wanted something else to do.
I waited at the door for her to return, which didn't take that long at all.
She was every efficient.  After she handed me the sodas, large sized of
course, I turned and closed the door with my foot.  I walked back to the
chair and handed him his drink while I sat down.

"So what's your name little guy?"  I asked, hoping he wouldn't be offended
at the nick name.  "Kale Tennisin." He answered.

"Kale, hmm?  That's a pretty interesting name.  How did you get that?"  I
wondered aloud.  Not that I particularly cared mind you, I just needed to
keep him talking, and try not to focus on anything my little head wanted to
focus on.  Kale launched into a story about how he'd gotten his name.  I
learned also that he was 13 years old and was still in middle school.  He
lived directly behind the facility and had come there alone that day
because his parents were both working late.

After some time had passed and his drink was done, I asked how he was
feeling again.

"I still don't feel all that well."  He started to shake a little bit.
"Maybe something happened to me when I fell."

"I'm not sure.  Why don't you sit up against the wall instead of lying on
your back though?  It'd be easier for us to talk that way.  He nodded and
when he went to move, he let out a moan of pain.  I jumped up as quickly as
humanly possible.

"What's wrong?"  I asked.

"My leg.  I think it was still on the mount when my hands slipped."

I racked my brain for what to do to a strained muscle.  I couldn't
remember.  I knew you were supposed to ice it then apply heat, but there
was something before that.  Oh yeah, massage it.

I bent down next to him and took his leg into my hands.  God they were
smooth.  I asked him if he wanted me to massage it and he nodded.  I think
we were past words at that point, but I was to be proven wrong very
shortly.  I started rubbing his calf, applying just a bit of pressure
because I didn't know what his pain tolerance could handle.  He looked up
at me with a smirk and said the one word I'd been secretly hoping for.
"Higher."

My brain went through many levels of scolding me, but nothing was going to
keep me away from this kid's thigh.  I slowly worked my hands up his leg,
still massaging slowly, around his knee and then started working at the
base of his thigh.  His eyes stayed on mine the whole time.  My hands
continued to work, kneading the muscle into relaxation.  I continued my way
up his thigh, slowly pushing his shorts up as I went.  At the middle of his
thigh he let out a hiss.  I softened my touch and continued to work there.
His eyes started to droop.  Something told me he was past feeling the pain.
When his eyes closed all the way I looked down to see where I was working
and noticed he had a tent in his shorts.  My mouth started watering.  Once
the pain was worked out of that spot, I continued my way toward his eve,
once there, I began to work my way back down.  At his knee, I worked back
up.  He opened his eyes and smiled.  "Those are just going to get in the
way.  You want me to take them off?"

I sat back on my heels and stared at him.  This kid was offering to get
naked for me, at least from the waist down.  And he had an erection too.
There was no way in hell I was going to say no.  "If you think it would be
best."

He flashed me another grin and lifted his hips.  He let out another hiss of
pain while he slid his shorts and boxers down in one stride.  There he was,
in all his glory.  Having to guess, I'd say he was probably about 4 inches
long, and approximately the circumference of a Sharpie Magic Marker.  And
the best thing of all, he was circumcised with only two or three hairs at
his base.  I stared at his dick, and probably licked my lips.  I could feel
my own erection throb in my khaki pants.  I'm sure it was visible to him,
but if it was, he didn't say anything.  I slowly reached out and took his
thigh back into my hand and started working on it again.  Not once did I
look up to see his face.  I couldn't take my eyes away from his member.  I
had a sudden urge to reach out and touch it, and what amazed me more, is
that it seemed Kale was reading my thoughts.  "It's ok.  You can if you
want."

I didn't need any more persuasion.  My hand reached out tentatively.  When
it made contact, he did kind of a moan gasp thing all at once and it felt
like electricity shot through me.  My hand was too big so I used my thumb
and two fingers to stroke him.  The skin was like a mix between silk and
velvet, and it was wrapped around a steel shaft.  He was so hard, yet so
smooth at the same time.  It hit me then just how big of a chance he took
in suggesting taking off his shorts.  I highly doubted that his thigh hurt
at all, he just wanted to be wanked.  I went slowly to let him enjoy it,
every once and a while he would let out a small moan.  I'm sure he'd have
been louder, but didn't want us to get caught.  His legs opened a bit wider
and I could feel him begin to pulse in my hand.  I slowed even more,
despite his whimper.  His hips ground up into my hand, trying to pick up
where I was now lacking.  I knew at 13 how often orgasms came, but I wanted
to make this last.  I wanted him to have the best one of his young life to
date.  I slowed my hand even more, almost coming to a stop.  I looked up to
find him looking at me, pleading with his eyes.  He was almost there, but
he'd have to wait.

I let go of his dick and let my hand drop to his balls.  He gasped out
again; evidently he'd never explored this far down.  I rolled them around
in my fingers, feeling their weight.  I couldn't stop myself.  I lowered
myself down and took him into my mouth.  His hands came up and pressed down
on the back of my head and I let my teeth scrape across him.  He let out
the quietest scream I'd ever head.  I pulled my head up, "I know what I'm
doing Kale.  It'd be better for you to put your hands behind your head for
the time being."  Mainly, I knew when the orgasm hit him, he'd spasm, and I
didn't want to loose any hair.  I bent back down and took him in again.  I
rasped my tongue over the hardened knob, applying enough suction to where
my ministrations were still pleasurable, but anymore would bring pain to
his most sensitive part.  I started bobbing up and down like a buoy in a
calm lake, while I slowly reached my hands out and under him.  I let my
fingers grab his rear and begin to dance over the skin.  It was much softer
than I would have imagined it being.  It reminded me of the old saying
"soft as a baby's bottom."  My fingers continued to work on his ass, but
never working inward.  I was right though, his butt was tight.  It was very
tight.  Only then, for a fleeting moment did the thought enter my head of
what it would feel like to enter him.  To have his warmth sheath my
throbbing erection, his ring tightening every time my head brushed past his
prostate.  But the thought died just as quickly as it formed.  My left hand
snaked up his back and found it's away to his chest.  I found his nipple,
hard enough to cut glass and I tweaked it.  The moan he let out came from
his gut.

I could feel his muscles tightening.  He'd moan every time his head would
brush against the ridges in the top of my mouth.  He tasted wonderfully
like vanilla, and I could still smell the orchids.  I felt the vibration
start in his legs.  In all the years I've been with someone, I'd never been
able to make their legs shake like I was doing to Kale.  The vibration
started to spread and I could feel it in his abs.  Without warning his hips
burst upwards and I felt two small jets of liquid enter my mouth.  His
breathing was ragged as I rolled the cum around in my mouth, still affixed
to his dick.  I'd never tasted anything so sweet in my life.  There was no
candy that could or would ever compare to this.  As I felt him start to
soften, I pulled off and let his now fading tumescence fall against his
still heaving belly.

"That was amazing."  He said in between gulps of air.

I smiled back at him.  "Just making sure the customer is happy."

We both laughed at that.  After he got his shorts back on, we stood by the
door ready to leave.  I knew I had to say something about him not telling
anyone when he beat me to it.  "I won't tell anyone."  He leaned up and
kissed me on the lips.  He carefully let his tongue play against my lips
and I opened my mouth.  Our tongues didn't their own little dance of the
wild till he pulled away.  "Mmm.  Sweet."  He turned and opened the door
and walked out of the office.


------Fin-----

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