Date: Mon, 4 Oct 2010 16:29:25 +0100
From: David Abercrombie <abediv@gmail.com>
Subject: John and the boy - part 1

This story is entirely fictional and any similarities to any people or
situations is unintended.  Be warned that this story implies sexual contact
between an adult male and an underage boy, if this offends you don't read
any further.  This is my first attempt at writing this type of story so any
helpful feedback is appreciated.

...........

My name is Greg and I have to tell someone about what I saw the other day.
Before I do, I suppose I better give you a bit of background information.
Like I said, my name is Greg (it's really Gregory but I hate that) and I'm
21.  I've been volunteering with a local health project as a Walking
Assistant for a couple of years.  I wont bore you with the details but it
generally involves taking groups of people on guided walks in the local
area to help them improve their fitness and general wellbeing.  I have
never been a sporty guy but this project has helped stop me getting lazy.
I've only worked occasional part-time jobs since I left school at 18 but
I've just got my first full-time job and I'm delighted.

Anyway, enough about me.  Last week, I was going to the Project
Co-ordinator's office to let him know I was quitting when I made a
discovery that has been on my mind for days.

Although I was on friendly terms with John, the Project Co-ordinator, I was
still sort of nervous about what I was going to say so as I approached his
office I was rehearsing how I would explain that I was leaving the project.
When I reached the office I knocked and waited for an answer.  As I waited
I heard some movement inside but thought nothing of it as John didn't know
I was coming.

"Come in," said John, slightly out of breath.

As I entered I saw that he was sort of red in the face and combined with
his breathlessness, I was a bit worried.

"Are you OK?" I asked, "Should I get a first aider? You dont look too
good."

He shook his head.

"No, I'm alright.  I've just been moving the furniture back.  Management
decided that all the carpets had to be replaced and the guys that did it
put all the stuff back in the wrong places when they were done.  Don't
worry about me.  Anyway, how can I help, Greg?"

I came in and sat across the desk from him, setting my shopping and my
umbrella down and took off my jacket.

"Remember that job interview I was telling you about?"

"Yes.  I assume you got the job and you're gonna be leaving us?"  He asked,
smiling.

"I did.  I start in a couple of days.  So while I was in town shopping, I
thought I would come in and let you know.  Maybe sign any paperwork that's
needed."

This wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be.  John had always made
everyone feel at ease, in fact, I was so at ease with him that I had a bit
of a crush on him.  I know I'm 21 and I've got a crush, pathetic.  If you
saw him you would forgive me.  He is 42 years old, 6' 2" tall with an
athletic build and just starting to show a few grey hairs, but it suits
him.  He also looks great in a pair of knee-length shorts.  But I knew that
nothing could ever happen because he always gave the impression that he was
a very happily married man.

As John leaned over to get the necessary paperwork from his desk drawer, I
heard him moan slightly.  Still concerned about him, I asked if he was sure
that he was ok.  He explained that he was just a bit sore from moving the
furniture and not to worry.  This seemed like a reasonable explanation, so
I just accepted it.  I was soon to find out the real reason for his strange
behaviour and I can't really believe it, even after seeing with my own
eyes.

As I sat and filled out the forms that the funding body needed whenever a
volunteer left to go to employment, we just chatted.  Nothing of great
interest to anyone else, just how certain other volunteers were getting on,
updating on how some of the other groups were progressing in comparison to
ours, that sort of thing.  When I finished, I put on my jacket and grabbed
my bags and shook John's hand, thanking him for letting me volunteer with
him and said that if he ever started a weekend group in the area to let me
know, as I would like to still help out if I could.

"I'll keep you in mind, if I do."  He said as I stood up and left the
office.

I made my way through the large foyer area of the building but when I
reached the main doors, I noticed that it was raining outside and I'd left
my umbrella in John's office.  As I had only left his office a few moments
ago, I didn't bother to knock when I got to the office.  I opened the door
wide and was greeted with a sight that made my cock harden immediately.
John was standing beside his desk with his trousers and underwear around
his ankles, his 7.5" cock slowly deflating while a naked boy aged around 9
years old stood beside him with a trail of cum dribbling down his chin.  As
they heard the door open they both tried to cover themselves as all three
of us looked at each other in shock.

.............

Thanks for taking the time to read my story.  Please email me with any
useful comments or suggestions on what you think should happen next.