Date: Thu, 12 Jun 2014 06:59:05 -0700 (PDT)
From: Hunter Wyatt <hwyatt6143@yahoo.com.au>
Subject: Seducing the Sports Shop Assistant - 1

This story is a work of fiction, the first chapter out of two,
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SEDUCING THE SPORTS SHOP ASSISTANT - 1

"Hello, can I get some help?" A young voice with broad country accent.

"Hang on, just a minute." The sports store assistant brushes his hands of
dust from stacking old shoeboxes in the storeroom and walks quickly out to
the store. He sees a young teenage guy browsing and turning up some of the
x-trainers to examine the soles.  The guy has a strong looking back
accentuated by the light skimpy nylon singlet he is wearing. The white
singlet has bright lime-green and orange stripes and is cut away to show
off his balled shoulders and bunched-up lats. Very short mesh running
shorts cling to his shapely melon-butt, showing off his slender thighs with
a light smattering of blond hair. Unaware that anyone was watching, he
reaches to scratch his left buttcheek, inadvertently raising the short
hemline of his nylon shorts. Damn! Tony thought to himself. He has no
underwear on and Tony could see the slight curvature where the butt cheek
meets the boy's leg.

Hearing the sound of approaching footsteps, the sporty teen turns away from
the display.  Still holding a single shoe sole up, he sees the assistant
walking smartly towards him.  Wow! Beau almost drops the shoe. The
assistant is built like a bodybuilder. His strong jaw is set off by a pair
of piercing green eyes, sexy five-o'clock shadow, some mature but fetching
lines around his eyes, and gelled short dark hair. He has perfect pecs that
sit proudly on his chest. Dark-looking nipples show through the white
Footlocker polo tee he has on. He looked to be about in his mid-30s and
very mature looking.

"Hi, I'm Tony. How can I help?" Tony's deep but friendly voice washes over
Beau like a gentle tidal wave. He can even detect a hint of mint in Tony's
warm breath.

"Oh, I'm just looking for some x-trainers as I'm thinking of getting into
some serious training and I want to get some good support for my feet. But
there's just too many models of shoes to choose from!"

"Well, let me just close up the shop here so that nobody else comes in. We
are close to shutting time and I need to make sure that I can get out of
here on time."

"Cool."

As Tony closes up the store, Beau is captivated by Tony's fit-looking arse
encased in a pair of tight-fitting grey trackpants. The seam went straight
into the middle of his arse, framing two hot muscular buns. As Tony walks
back to Beau, Beau sees a pronounced looking bulge in the trackpants
bouncing along with Tony's macho walk.

"Okay, mate. Let's see here. Why don't we start from that shoe you're
holding? It's a pretty good shoe. Used to have it myself."

Beau self-consciously sits down. He's painfully aware that he has no
underwear on. He decided not to wear any because the sports store was just
within walking distance from his home. He'd just come back from a run (he
liked to run with no underwear on) and thought that he would pop into the
store to have a look. He didn't think that there would be this hunk of an
assistant on duty.

As he sits, try as he might, Beau could not stop the short hemline of his
shorts from slipping up his thighs. Before he could stop himself from fully
putting his weight on the seat, his shorts had pulled all the way up his
thigh. He could feel a sudden draft down there and with a sinking feeling
he knew what had happened. Looking down in embarrassment, he could see the
head of his cock and one right ball sitting blatantly right there in the
right opening of his shorts. He looked quickly up at Tony but Tony wasn't
looking at him. Tony's full attention was on what Beau was so blatantly
exposing. As Beau realised this, he became aroused and his cock started to
expand and rise in fits and spurts. He could even smell his sweat and piss
starting to rise up because he hadn't bothered to shower.

Tony's eyes widened at the sight of Beau's sizeable cock lengthening so
dramatically and so quickly and wrinkled his nose at the pungent smell. He
could even see a few of Beau's blond cock-hairs sprouting from underneath
the shorts.

"Oh shit, I'm sorry sir." Beau stuttered, and because he was so flustered,
said "sir. He immediately stood up. But because his cock was already hard,
it bounced up and down instead, its big mushroom cap glowing red and a
drooling lick of pre-cum flicked up and hit Tony in the face. Beau quickly
pulled the hem over his now very-hard cock.

Tony suddenly remembered to pull his eyes away from the display. He licked
the droplet of precum sliding down his lips and tasted the saltiness of
Beau's sweaty cock.

"Oh don't worry, we're here to help in whatever way we can. I'll just go to
the storeroom and find some great looking shoes for you. You just sit down
and relax."

The hunky salesman turned and walked away, still dazed from what had
happened. Beau, feeling a lot more comfortable now knowing that Tony was at
least somewhat interested in Beau, decided to make himself comfortable in
the shop. He had been flustered, but now that he knew Tony's inclinations,
he suddenly grew more confident. Feeling horny and a little reckless, Beau
shucked off his shorts, found where the seams were weakened at the base of
the shorts through prolonged use and tore a huge hole where his cock and
balls would have been. Smiling to himself, his heart racing, he put his
shorts back on, adjusting his cock and balls to make sure that they would
fall through the hole. He then waited in a nonchalant posture.

Tony came back with three or four pairs of shoes and knelt down in front of
Beau, his head bent down intent on fitting the shoes on Beau.

"I'll just help you get these on."

Beau made a sound of agreement, then opened his legs wide as he stretched
his foot forward. Tony caught a whiff of cock-sweat and dick-cheese and
inadvertently looked up to find the source. The first thing he saw was the
big hole in Beau's shorts. As Beau stretched his legs wide, his fat cock
slipped through the hole, resting indolently on two oval balls moving
lazily around its sticky sacs. As Tony watched, entranced, Beau's dick
twitched and started rising, his balls churning in their sacs.

"Oh sorry, I must have torn my shorts while running. It must be confronting
for you to see this."

Beau made to cover up his exposed twitching dick.

"Well, young man, you should have found better shorts to put on than these
old ones then. You shouldn't be exposing yourself in public like this."
Tony, suddenly understanding Beau's game, decided to take a different tack,
ditching polite courtesy with dominant machismo.

Beau was surprised by Tony's sudden change in tone. His natural
submissiveness came to the fore without him even realising it.

"Oh, but I was too lazy to put on underwear. Ermm, can you stop staring?"
Beau pretended to be awkward and tried to cover his dick ineffectually.

"Well, you should have thought about that when you came out without putting
on your underwear, boy."

Tony was still staring at Beau's hands, trying to catch glimpses of his
elusive dick behind.

"Err, excuse me, can you stop staring?"

"What are schools teaching young kids these days? When speaking to your
elders, you should end every sentence with a "sir" or with a "mister." In
my case, you should call me Mister Armstrong."

"Oh I'm sorry. My bad. Er...Mister Armstrong." Beau said meekly, as if he
was being rebuked by a stern schoolmaster. "But yeah, could you stop
staring, sir? I'm feeling embarrassed!"

Tony decided that he was going to teach Beau a good lesson for his
cock-teasing. Beau was an extremely young kid with a hot adolescent body
that was just only coming out of its awkward gangly phase. He knew that
Beau knew that he had a hot body and wanted to show off his body, thinking
that he could lead people on and then get away without any
consequences. Well, today was the day that Beau was going to learn a
cockteaser's lesson.

"Why should I stop staring, you little cockteaser? Take your hands away and
start putting these damn shoes. You're wasting my time!" Tony grabbed
Beau's hand roughly and slapped them away from his crotch, accidentally
brushing against Beau's dick and causing it to flop side to side. The
almost-flaccid again dick started filling with blood and twitched.

"Oh but I'll be exposed if I don't cover myself up, Mister Armstrong!" Beau
said slyly, putting on a whiny sissy voice.

"Hey!" Tony said in a very commanding and deep but sexy voice. He stood up
and put his hands on his hips, his manly crotch encased in the grey
trackpants just inches away from Beau's adolescent asking-for-it
mouth. Beau felt the manly heat emanating from Tony's crotch and could see
dark sexy tummy hair peeking out above Tony's waistband.

"Eyes up here, boy! Just put on the damn shoes."

Beau felt a thrill shoot through him at the sound of Tony's commands and he
felt his cock spill a little pre-cum on the floor. Tony's eyes
widened. Beau finished putting on the shoes and looked up at Tony
expectantly, his innocent but handsome teenage face flushed with sexual
excitement.

"Alright, now we'll get you doing some exercise with those shoes to see if
they suit you, boy."

"Do I have to, sir? I mean, what with my shorts in this condition!"

Tony bent down and cupped Beau's face with his big gruff hand. "Just do
it."

"Well, what do you want me to do, Mister Armstrong? Please don't tell me to
jog on the spot." Beau said, putting on a pleading tone.

Tony knew that Beau wanted him to do exactly that, but he decided that he
would take things a bit slowly at first.

"You'll do exactly as I say, boy. Now walk up and down the shop for me. I
want to see how those shoes fit you."

Beau was a little disappointed at the easiness of the activity, but he had
to follow the orders. Beau, however, thought of a sly idea.

"Hey Tony, those shoes over there look great, don't they?" Beau pretended
to be interested in a pair of shoes right at the other end of the shop. As
Tony turned to look, Beau stood up quickly and pulled his worn shorts
higher up his waist, so that his buttcheeks were completely exposed due to
the short hemline of the shorts and his succulent shaved but bulbous
scrotal sacs hung lusciously like ripe grapefruit ready for the picking. As
Tony turned back at Beau's movement, his eyes widened with lust at the
sight of Beau's wanton display. Beau caught sight of Tony's look and the
fact of his own naughtiness turned him on, so that his softened cock
started its journey up again, its mushroom head expanding with blood and
pushing up against the thin cloth of the shorts.  Beau pretended not to
notice and as he walked past Tony, managed to brush his balls against
Tony's hand. Beau pretended to stumble, catching hold of Tony's wide and
manly chest and straddling Tony's outstretched hand, his warm heated balls
nestling sexily into Tony's unwary hand.

Shocked at Beau's forwardness but glad as well, Tony took the opportunity
to squeeze Beau's balls, rolling them about in his palm like a pair of
goose eggs.

"Careful there, boy, looks like you're not used to the shoes yet." Tony
rolled the balls roughly, wanting to punish the boy for his
sluttiness. Beau felt the roughness of Tony's callused hands squash his big
shaved boy balls and gave little girlish squeals, his slim body writhing
against Tony's strongly muscled upper torso like a hussy in heat. "Oh
Mister Armstrong, you're hurting me. Oh oh oh, my balls...your rough
hand....oh, I feel so helpless, oh...what are you doing to poor little
balls...!"

"Oh shut up, you big sissy. This is what you want, isn't it, you fucking
boy-whore!"

"No, no, what are you talking about? I just innocently tripped and fell
against your strong body, that's all! And my balls slipped out and fell
into your big strong manly hands! I can't help it....it's not my fault that
you've got a strong grip and it's hurting my balls....ooh
oooooohhh....Mister Armstrong! Ooooh, you're squashing my balls.....!" Beau
finished his moans with a sissy shriek, his butt writhing with fake
pain. Tony could see Beau's butt in the mirror and as Beau wriggled his
butt seductively, the shorts tore some more.  Beau could feel the draft of
air against his exposed buttermilk melon butts and he thought, "hmm...time
to up the game a bit! Oh, i'm such a naughty slutwhore!" And thinking that,
as Tony continued to massage his balls roughly like a construction worker,
Beau opened his legs wide like a prostitute, his big butt cheeks tearing
the back of his shorts. Beau felt the draft against his anus and he knew
that his anus would be visible to Tony in the mirror and as he turned his
face up to see where Tony's piercing eyes were, he saw that they were
zoomed in on his naked exposed anus. And in that instant, Beau willed his
anus to open, his muscles relaxing as much as they could and as Tony's eyes
widened with shock, Beau could feel that his anus had dilated wide, a
gaping hole formed by his juicy ass-lips.

"You're a right little cuntboy, aren't you, you little sissy fuckwhore!"
And with uncontrollable lust, Tony jabbed three fingers into that gaping
hole. Even Beau was too shocked to respond and as the feelings of pleasure
shot through his body through his anus, Beau could feel his whole body
being lifted up by Tony's three fingers jabbed deep into his hole. And Beau
shrieked at the top of his voice, his voicebox cracking into a girlish
castrati squeal.

"OH, what are you doing? Oh, I never asked you to do that! What are you
thinking? Oh my ass....oh my poor little hole...why have you got three
fingers up my ass....take them out now...you brute....you horrible
rapist...my poor innocent hole....oh, Mister Armstrong....oh...stop fucking
me with your fingers. It hurts so much...!" All the while, Beau continued
to writhe against Tony's big strong body, his rippling muscles forming a
masculine counterpoint against Beau's pubescent young teenage hairless male
body.

Tony laughed a lecherous laugh, his gruff voice sounding sexy against
Beau's ear. "What, are you regretting opening your hole like a fucking
wanton whore in my shop? You knew I was looking and right when I looked,
you opened up your hole like a fucking dam....you can't blame me my fingers
if they want to go inside that red loose hole of yours...it looks like two
cocks can go in at the same time, so three fingers can't be too bad...even
if my fingers are thicker than most men's fingers, but you wouldn't know
that because you're just a fucking sissy boy aren't you...you like feeling
my strong manly body against your sissy body don't you? Answer me boy!"

"Nooooo, noooooooo.....stop it......I'm not like that at all....." Beau
whimpered, bouncing his backside up and down on Tony's fingers, glancing
slyly up at Tony's stern gaze, his square jaw set in a snarl.

"What, you still deny it, you wretched boy. I think you need a lesson in
speaking the truth!" With that, Tony pulled his fingers out swiftly from
Beau's hole, causing a sucking sound, set Beau down on his feet roughly and
with one swift motion, tore off Beau's flimsy shorts with an aggressive
swipe. Beau almost lost his footing and as the shorts came ripping off with
a sharp tearing sound, Beau's engorged teenage cock flopped out, its ten
inches bouncing up and down madly, the two scrotal eggs jiggling about
uncontrollably. In another swift tearing motion from the centre of Beau's
singlet, Beau's toned hairless chest was exposed. The thrill of the
shocking disrobement caused Beau's penis to eject a long continuous stream
of pre-cum from the depths of Beau's balls, shooting the pre-cum right at
Tony's own swollen crotch. Tony stared incredulously at Beau's wanton
display of sexual heat and in a blind rage at Beau's shooting of his precum
at him, in two swift followup motions, Tony tore off his polo-tee and his
trackpants with a display of brutal strength, his crazed sex-drive
heightening his raw strength. Tony now stood naked next to Beau, Tony
standing a good head taller than Beau. There could not be a greater
difference between their bodies.

To be continued....