Date: Sat, 04 Feb 2012 02:13:42 +0000
From: hyperion0@hushmail.com
Subject: Instant Thrill 1

Disclaimer:

This story is total fiction, it never happened; any similarities to people
in real life are purely coincidental. It will at some point depict sexual
acts between an adult (19) and a minor (12) (not in this chapter), so if
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I've been reading stories on nifty for ages, but this is my first attempt
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1.


Working in a supermarket felt to me like the slowest moving job in the
world. Seriously, it was like walking into a time capsule or something,
where minutes felt like hours and hours lasted days. It was almost like a
different world, with its own man made environment which you didn't really
notice if you were in there for half an hour or so, but when you spent all
day in it became stifling. Well for me it did anyway. The sun was replaced
with luminous overhead lighting, the sounds of nature with electronic
beeping and the metallic whirring of the air conditioning.

This particular Wednesday felt even longer than usual, with three long
hours still to go until the magic time of 10pm when I finished. I know, the
evening shifts suck, but it beat getting up early every morning, and I
valued my lie-ins.

"Excuse me, can you tell me where the cereal is?"

I nodded and pointed the lady to the correct aisle. After a year of working
here, I sometimes felt like I knew the layout of the store better than my
own house.

Sighing, I went back to what I was doing before the interruption -
stacking. My work here was pretty simple, and divided into 3 stages:
collect the boxes of stock from the delivery area, put the stock that was
running low onto the shelves, and put the rest away downstairs. At the
moment I was in the middle of stage two, lifting massive bottles of water
to their correct places, feeling like I was breaking my back in the
process.

So what am I doing here? Well, after finishing school at 18, I made the
common mistake of choosing a further college course that looked and sounded
'fun', but which in fact turned out not only to be tedious, but had
attracted a class of students even less interesting than the subject, none
of whom I seemed to have nothing at all in common with. After a few
miserable months, I cut my losses and quit, with my confidence knocked down
a few pegs and a year of uncertainty to follow. It was at this point that I
applied for a job at the nearest supermarket.

A full year later, and here I still was at 19, kitted out in the dorky
uniform and name tag required, stocking the shelves and trying to get
through the day as quickly as possible to collect the all-important pay
check. In the back of my mind I still nagged myself that I should be going
back to studying, but the idea of starting a new course with new people was
just too big of a mental barrier, and besides I had no real idea what
career I wanted to pursue yet.

I guess it wasn't so bad- for one thing I only worked about 25 hours a week
so I had quite a lot of free time. I also got money, and although my mum
asked me to put some of it towards food, I kept most of it to spend how I
liked.

Oh yeah, my name's Tom by the way. This is probably a good time to confirm
what you might have guessed from where the story is placed- I am indeed a
boy lover, albeit a frustrated one. Frustrated because I'd never even had
the opportunity to be friends with a boy since I was one myself. Neither I
nor people I knew well had younger siblings, my mother's close friends
didn't have any sons younger than me, and I'd never been brave enough to
volunteer for the scouts or anything like that. I was Frustrated because
everywhere I could see boys who were clearly calling out for some kind of
positive male attention but had constantly been let down by those in their
lives who should have been there. And of course, I was frustrated that if
people found out who I really was, I'd be hated for the rest of my life.
Ok, I think you've got the message on that front, hehe.

After hauling the last bottle into place, I paused for a minute to mop my
brow, before starting on the next load, equally heavy bottles of soft
drinks. No rest for the wicked I guess. As I bent down I heard another
common supermarket noise, although this one was much more pleasant- the
sound of a child's voice, a boy by the sound of it. As I'm sure many people
of a like mind to myself can testify, a supermarket had to be one of the
top five public places in terms of the sheer number of boys to watch. Many
a cute boy that I had scoped out at work during the day had occupied my
fantasies when I was lying in bed last thing at night.

Breaking my train of thought, the voice was getting closer, and I could
sense movement out of the corner of my eye. Glancing to my left I stopped
short, suddenly frozen in place. Possibly THE cutest boy I had ever seen
had come into view. I could hardly stop myself staring at the work of art
that was walking down the aisle towards me, seemingly unaware of my
presence as he exchanged a few words with a short mousy looking woman I
presumed was his mother. He had to be new to the store, I would definitely
have remembered any boy like this I had seen, even if it was just for a
second. And oh wow, he was just my kind of boy - about 12 years old, though
he could have been slightly older or younger, blonde hair just long enough
to touch the sides of his neck, slim figure and stylishly dressed in tight
fitting jeans, a blue checked shirt and red hi tops.

Finishing his conversation, he looked up for the first time, and after a
second looked straight at me with amazing dark blue eyes. I blushed and
looked down at the ground as I usually do when a boy catches me staring,
but couldn't resist glancing back up to gauge his reaction and was pleased
to notice a slight smile on the boy's pretty face.

Trying unsuccessfully to supress a grin of my own, I felt my pulse quicken
as the object of my desires got closer and closer. Not wanting to look like
a total idiot, I stepped back and pretended to busy myself with the boxes
of water, sneaking looks and trying not to be too obvious. I don't think I
was fooling him though, as every time I looked up he stared straight back
at me, forcing me to avert my eyes away for a few seconds, before going
back for more.

As the mother reached out to put something into their shopping trolley, he
looked right at me and flashed a killer smile, making my knees unsteady and
my heart flutter. WOW! No boy had ever smiled at me like that, and
certainly not one as cute as this! As they passed me I got an up close
look, and he certainly didn't disappoint from this distance. His face was
lightly tanned and looked smooth as silk; he didn't have a blemish or the
slightest imperfection that I could see. His looks were further
complemented by a little silver chain he wore around his neck. There was
something else about him as well, in the way he carried himself, walking
gracefully, almost delicately on the white polished floor. The way he kept
swishing his hair out of his eyes with that little flicking motion of his
head. OK, I'll come right out and say it - the kid looked gay. I know, of
course it was impossible to really know just from looking if he really knew
what he liked yet. But I like to think my gay-boy-dar or whatever you want
to call it is pretty in tune, and it had never been set off as much as it
was being now.

It lasted just a few seconds, though it felt like much more, and it was
over, and all I had was an admittedly nice view of his backside as they
moved into the next aisle, leaving me grinning stupidly and wanting more. I
considered following them and asking if I could be of assistance, but
quickly dismissed the idea, I didn't want him thinking I was a total weirdo
after all. I waited patiently for them to return back the way they came so
I could get another eyeful, but as the seconds turned into minutes it
became clear that they must have done so at the other end of the aisle,
behind my back. Damn it! As I continued reluctantly with my stacking, I was
left with a sense of emptiness that only an encounter of this kind could
create. He'd probably forgotten all about me already, whilst I could only
dream of getting close to a boy like him. Maybe it was because of all the
thoughts rushing through my mind, but the remaining three hours of my shift
actually seemed to go pretty quickly, and before I knew it I was walking
out of the store exit and breathing the crisp night air again.


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Much to my disappointment there was no sign of the mystery boy the next
day, or the day after. So I must admit that when I awoke (late) on Saturday
morning, my first waking thought was hoping that the young prince himself
would grace my humble presence again at some point today. Yawning, I
managed to rouse myself and stumble towards the bathroom, hoping no-one
else was occupying it at the moment. Sharing a bathroom with my mum and
older brother Steven was just one of the drawbacks of living in our small
two bedroom apartment, made worse by the fact he was a total slob when it
came to making mess. At least now I had my own room, after my mum had
converted the living room into her bedroom about 6 months ago. Even so, I
was still actively trying to find my own place. Work started at midday and
it was already 11:30, so after finishing a shower in the thankfully vacant
bathroom and slipping on my uniform, I ate a quick breakfast and set out on
the ten minute journey to work.


Saturday was always the best in terms of boy watching, but this one was
overshadowed by the promise of something even better. Four hours into my
shift, and still no sign. Maybe I should just calm down a little. All we'd
done was exchange a smile or two after all. It might be an earth shattering
event for me, but for him it was probably just a little game he played with
lots of people. Sigh. Trying to rid my head of any more depressing
thoughts, I got stuck into my workload with a vengeance, and began walking
briskly towards the empty shelf when I saw a sight that almost made me drop
the stack of egg boxes I was holding. He was back! And he was by himself!
Had he come back in to see me without the overbearing presence of his
mother to get in the way? Yeah yeah, I know that's pretty unlikely; he was
probably just doing some shopping at the weekend, being the perfect
son. Still, nothing could have made me happier at that moment than seeing
him again, this time in a black button up jacket, his blonde hair slightly
mussed up and looking slightly flushed from the chill outside. Unlike last
time, it seemed he had seen me before I had spotted him, and he already had
that sexy confident smile playing on his lips. Feeling my mouth dry up and
unsure of how to react, I stumbled forward to try and put the crap in my
arms down before I dropped it on the floor and got in trouble. Glancing
back, I was shocked to see a disappointed look on his face before he turned
around and started walking away. Oh shit! It suddenly hit me that it must
have seemed like I just totally blew him off... FUCK! Panicking, I put
rational thoughts on hold as I half ran towards him and sort of yelped out,

"Hi!"

I must have blushed ten shades of red as he gave me a funny look and
replied "Um... Hi,"

Oh my god, think quickly Tom.  "I.. err...I just wondered if you needed any
help at all?" Ugh, I sounded like a complete idiot. At least he was smiling
again.

"That's ok, I'm cool. Thanks though." He said in a sexy little high pitched
voice that sounded like it wasn't too far away from breaking. An awkward
silence followed for a few seconds as I tried desperately of something else
to contribute. Finally he simply said

"Well... Bye then," and slowly turned around, clutching his empty shopping
basket in both hands.  Finding my voice I stammered,

"B-Bye," and was rewarded with another heart melting smile before I was
left alone again.

Glancing around to make sure no-one had witnessed my strange behaviour, I
let out a sigh of both relief and more frustration. Damn but that boy was
something else! Knowing he was still somewhere nearby made it impossible to
focus on my work, every time someone walked by I was expecting to see him
again. I eventually wandered to the end of the aisle to try and take a
peek, but the sight of my mean looking supervisor sent me scurrying back
again only to come face to face with HIM. For the first time he actually
looked quite nervous, and was biting his lip in the cutest way.

"Well... actually there is something you could help me with. Do you guys
have a cold drinks section?"

Jackpot. Not only did we have one, but it was right at the opposite end of
the store. Although we were officially supposed to escort customers the
item they wanted, most of us rarely bothered. I had no doubt I was going to
make an exception in this case.

"Yeah, we do. Would you like to follow me sir?" Oh god. Did I just call him
sir?! Why couldn't I just act normal around him for once? He clearly picked
up on it as well, letting out a quiet little giggle.  Trying to save face,
I smiled.

"Hehe, I'm sorry. I'm not really sure what else to call you."  After a
second he replied,

"How about Riley?"  Damn, that was fine by me! And what a cute name for
such a cute boy.

"That's cool. And you can call me-"

"Tom. Yeah, I know."

"How did you... Oh." I grinned looking down at my little name tag. He
certainly was attentive. As we walked along my eyes kept flitting to his
form, drinking in more of his features. He just seemed to exude beauty, and
every movement was done with such grace I think I could have just stood and
watched him for the rest of my life. As it was I knew my time was limited,
so I wanted to make the most of it while I still could. But what is there
to say to pretty much a complete stranger?

"So do you live around here?" Was what I finally settled on.

"Yeah, about 10 minutes away. Why?"

Well he had me there.

"I just haven't seen you in here much before. I kinda know most of the
people who come in regularly."

A bit of a bluff, but I was pretty proud of myself for thinking of
something on the spot. In fact I barely recognised any other customers,
they were all an uninteresting blur of faces, punctuated every so often by
a highly memorable one, Riley being the best example.

"Well we used go to the other store across town, but my mum said this one
has better offers," he said flicking his hair out of his blue eyes and
gazing right into mine. I must remember to thank the guy in charge of our
deals for a job well done.

"And I think the staff here are nicer too." This was accompanied by another
little smirk and then he looked straight ahead, leaving me
speechless. Maybe I was dreaming this all up, but it seemed like he was
actually *flirting* with me! Me! This was like something I'd read about,
but never believe it could actually happen in real life, and especially not
in my boring existence. Of course, he could just be being friendly, but the
look in his eye when he said it told me something different.

By now we were approaching the fridge where the cold drinks he had asked
for were located, and I was trying to decide whether or not to take the
risk and put my non-existent courting skills to the test. Fuck it. I might
never get an opportunity like this again, and if I had been badly
misreading the signs I could always feign innocence.

"Drinks are just here. And if there's anything else you need, ANYTHING at
all, please let me know. I'd really love to help you out."

Even as I said it I could feel myself blushing profusely. How corny was
that? And this was to a young boy as well. I'd probably creeped him out to
the max. Though if he was, he wasn't showing it. He was smiling widely and
fixing me with a knowing look. It was all in the open now. Then he simply
said

"Thanks!" and continued to stare up at me unwaveringly.

I nodded and paused in case he had something else to add, then smiled again
and began to back slowly off, never wanting to break eye contact with this
amazing boy.

"Wait," He called, and I quickly closed the distance between us again, my
heart pumping wildly.

"What's your last name?"

Ok, where on earth did that come from? Putting aside my paranoia, I
couldn't really see the harm in telling him. I'd done nothing wrong, had I?
Simply speaking to a boy isn't a crime. Not yet anyway.

"Umm, it's King. Tom King."

"Cool. See ya!" And with that he gave me one last smile, spun around on his
heels and walked out towards the store exit.

I stood there for a good 30 seconds, before realising people were starting
to stare. That had to be the most incredible few minutes of my life, and I
still couldn't quite believe it had all really happened. As I finally
arrived back to my half finished workload, I nearly burst out laughing as I
remembered one little detail that must have skipped Riley's mind - he'd
forgotten to buy anything.