Date: Fri, 3 Dec 2010 13:25:21 -0800 (PST)
From: Bart Hanks <bart384@yahoo.com>
Subject: Getting Eric  -  Part 11

     Chapter Eleven  -  A Trip to the Mall

It was my day off.  Not that I ever actually seemed to get a day off any
more, what with special assignments and all the other things I have to go
through just to keep Mr. Penser, the store, and now Max Bockstrop happy.  I
couldn't wait to end my probationary period so I could transfer to another
grocery far away and put all this behind me.  I stretched, yawned, and got
out of bed for my shower and shave.

I was supposed to oversee Mark at the mall today.  I hoped he would do his
job in a serious way there, but lately all he wanted to do was play around.
Then my mind veered in another direction.  I supposed I ought to check with
Paul about tomorrow night.  The stag show was weighing on me a lot.  He,
Marcus and Bockstrop (what a combination!) had forced me into this thing.
I hoped Yancy was prepared to do his part in it.  I needed to get in touch
with him, and I still didn't know if he'd gotten a disposable cell phone
yet.

Thinking of Yancy I wondered if his friend Patrick would actually come for
a visit.  I shouldn't have let him talk me into agreeing to let Patrick
stay with me.  I mean I didn't even know the guy.  I hardly had enough room
for myself in my small efficiency apartment.  I would be gone to work and
that would leave Patrick here by himself to do whatever.  That didn't seem
like a good idea.

Then that brought up another problem for me.  I liked Yancy a lot.  I liked
the sexual stuff we had done, and realized there was another whole side to
me that I had never faced before.  I had now begun to understand why when
jacking off I could think of the locker room and the showers and other
things and yet up to now had not made any connection with an attraction to
guys.  Times when we dumped a guy outside naked, or ran off with his
clothes while he was still in the showers, or even one time catching a guy
in the bathroom and pulling him off the pot - those things never seemed gay
to me.  But now I could understand in a different light what I had enjoyed
about them.

I knew now there had to be a sexual connection to my dreams of being a hero
and saving some guy from disaster like in the comic books.  As I dressed I
was glad to have my regular boxers back on and a pair of trousers that was
not minus a pocket.  I wouldn't be at work where they could check for my
jock strap and grab me through the pocket.  I felt more like a real human
being again.

I was due at the mall at 10.  But as I finished getting ready to go, the
phone rang.  It was Yancy.

"I got a cell phone!" he announced jubilantly.

"Good" I was glad to hear his voice.  "Are you working today?"

"Just a little in the afternoon. I really need more hours, but Kevin
manages to see I don't get more than a bare minimum."

Kevin was really a piece of work.  "Don't let it grind you down.  I'm sure
things will get better."  Actually I didn't know that, but I did know from
experience that Kevin didn't stay on the same track for very long.  He got
tired of one thing and went to another.  Before long he'd be picking on
somebody else.

"Listen, are you set for tomorrow night and the stag thing?"

"Well I told you I'd do it with you, didn't I?"

Keeping his word seemed to be a big thing with Yancy, and I was glad.
"Heard anything from Patrick?"

"Not yet.  I'll try to call him tonight.  I just got the phone this
morning.  Hey can I come over later tonight?"

"Sure."

After that I went to the mall.  It opened at 10.  I got there a little
ahead of time.  The doors were still locked.  Looking around I didn't see
Mark nor did I see anybody from Bunker's Supermarket.  Several guys with
high school letter T-shirts were standing around showing off their muscles
for the benefit of any girls who came along.  I suppose I acted that way
back then too, but now it seemed so juvenile.

More cars arrived so this was going to be a big day at Westgate Mall.  Then
the glass doors opened, and I flowed in with the rest of them.  I was
looking for the office of the manager, Mr. Kinsolving.  I finally had to
ask, and was directed to a side door that led me up a flight of stairs.

He was a big man with a casual style of dress that seemed to match his
mood.

He told me everything had been arranged for the seafood display.  We walked
together to the area we would have.  Formerly a deli had been here, so
there were lots of power outlets for the glass cases.  The room was wider
than it was deep, and there was a side room at the back.  There were a
couple of partitions and room dividers on either side, effectively making
it two rooms.  The dividers were on either side, with an open space leading
into the other half.  The entrance had a pull down door made of bars, so
when it was closed people could see in, which was like free advertising.
Some tables were already in place.  At the back was a locked large door
which would allow the refrigerator cases and seafood to be off loaded right
in the store.

I still hadn't seen anything of Mark, or of Kevin and Rico from Bunker's
Supermarket.

While we were standing there, people were flowing up and down the mall.  I
kept looking for Mark.

Kinsolving continued, "The signs are stacked in the back.  You might want
to set some of them up since it'll give some publicity to the event now.
The signs are the property of the sign companies who donated them, so keep
a strict account and don't loose any.  We'd be charged if you did, and we'd
have to charge you."

This was beginning to sound like a little more work than I had anticipated.
That was when I saw the same high school jocks I had spotted earlier,
coming along laughing and talking.

"Watch guys like that" Mr. Kinsolving said.  "They're the kind that start
out playing around and end up causing a lot of trouble."

They must have known we were talking about them, and gave us knowing grins
as they went past.  I wasn't worried about them.  I was in top shape and
two years older.

Kinsolving had finished and gone only moments before Mark showed up.
Unfortunately he had his little brother with him.  Yesterday I hold told
him not to came back to the store, and now here he was with his brother at
the mall.

"Hey EAR-rick" Mark said cheerfully.  "You remember Denver from yesterday,
right?"

Lanky 14 year old Denver just grinned.  He held out his hand wanting to
shake, but I was so mad at Mark for pulling this that at first I ignored
it.  Then remembering that things needed to go smoothly, I shook hands.

I pulled Mark aside. "He's not supposed to be here."

"Aw, give him a break.  He really wanted to come."

"I thought we went through all that yesterday afternoon.  This is
important, Mark.  If this goes well, you'll look good in Mr. Penser's eyes
and maybe move to a better position at the store."

Mark smirked knowingly.  "And if this goes bad, you'll get the blame right
at the time you're up for promotion to supervisor.  Who's got the most to
loose?"

Denver stood around watching us.  He had one hand dug deep in his jeans'
pocket, like he was scratching an itch...or something.  He saw me looking
and grinned.  Then he deliberately moved his hand over so it was obvious he
was getting himself hard.  It struck me that 14 year olds were unlike
anything else on earth.  His eyes shown like something was up.

"Look at that kid playing pocket pool" a voice behind us said.  Rico and
Kevin came through the archway to join us.

Denver looked surprised and pulled his hand out.  His trousers had a
definite bulge.

Mark seemed unsure how to explain Denver.  Rico went on, "Who is that goofy
kid?  If he's part of this, I'm leaving.  I'm not wasting my time on some
12 year old."

"I'm 14," Denver said indignantly.

Crowds were passing by and some were looking in the entrance.  Mark told
Denver to go sit on a bench and said to the rest of us, "He's not feeling
well."

That seemed to be lost on the two from Bunker's Supermarket.  I began
telling them what the arrangements were so far, hoping to get suggestions
so it would be a join project between both our stores.

But as I talked, I saw a lady come by and start to say something to Denver.
He immediately jumped up and began to act very cheerful.  I figured it was
his mother, and I caught Mark's eye, nodding in their direction.  Mark saw
them and gave a grin.  So that was Mrs. Harper.

Rico turned to Kevin.  "Eric's talking too much.  Let's go get something to
drink.  We'll come back when he's gone."

"Right" Kevin said, "we don't need him anyway."

That made me really mad.  I was here to set things up so it would go
smoothly Saturday, and they just walked away.  I looked at Mark who
shrugged his shoulders, but it didn't seem to bother him much.  I think he
probably felt the same way they did about me.

I took the chance to go out and speak to Mrs. Harper.  She was alone.

"I'm sorry about Denver's condition," I said.

"What condition?"  She seemed so surprised.

"Mark said his brother had a serious condition or something like that."

She looked at me through narrowed eyes.  "That's ridiculous.  Denver's
never had a sick day in his life."

"Oh."  I vowed to get Mark and Denver both for that one.

"And why would Mark say such a thing?"  She made it sound like I made it
up.

"Maybe you should ask him" I said and went back into our work area.

Mark had seen what happened.  He was all friendly now, all puppy dog nice.
But I was totally ticked off at him.  Plus the morning was slipping by and
we hadn't really done anything about the seafood display.

I was so mad I wanted to slug him.  I grabbed him by the shoulders and he
countered by trying to grab at my pocket.  I let him go, not wanting to
attract attention but he began getting his hand in before realizing it
wasn't the pair of trousers he had been used to.

"No split pocket?"

"Right and no jock either.  This is my day off, stupid.  Now get to work."

That was when Kevin and Rico came back from their break.  In a few moments
they were rummaging around in the area at back behind several partitions
that had been put there.  Not long afterward they called me back there to
help with something.

When I rounded the corner, out of sight of everyone, they grabbed me.  The
two of them had me pinned before I could get started fighting back.

With Rico pinning my shoulders as he sat on my chest, he was unbuckling my
belt while Kevin got my shoes and socks.  After I lost my trousers,
everything else came off easily.  When I was stripped but still pinned by
Rico, Kevin dashed off and was back in just a few seconds.

Grinning down he said, says "Payback time!  What'll you do to get your
clothes back now?"

"Look you already made me jerk off in front of you in your uncle's office.
What more do you want me to do?"

For the first time that I could remember , Rico looked dumbfounded.
Looking up at Kevin he said "No shit, you made him do that?"

Kevin nodded, but I said "No, actually his uncle did."

He flashed me a warning frown, but I was to the point where I really didn't
care any more.  None of these jokers ever seemed able to take anything
seriously.

"Your uncle?  He makes people do stuff like that?"

"You'd be surprised what his uncle makes people do."

I wasn't prepared to be pummeled in the face, but Kevin was on me
instantly.

"That's not true" he almost shouted, desperate to keep me quiet.  I
wondered if this might be my ace in the hole to get out of this mess.  So
Kevin's very much afraid the truth about his uncle will get out.  I
wondered how much was involved here.  But I didn't have time to think about
that now.

Rico got Kevin to stop, but Kevin was hurling daggers at me with every
glance and frown.  Then Rico seemed to have an idea.  Still sitting on my
chest, he said "Want your clothes back?"

Kevin saw an opportunity.  "Make him give you a blow job, Rico.  That'll
shut him up."

Rico's eyes gleamed.  Slowly he grinned.  "Right.  Give me a blow job."

Things had suddenly taken on whole new dimension.

I shook my head violently from side to side, but this just encouraged Rico.
His eyes gleamed and he used his hands to hold my face in place.  Squeezing
my cheeks to make my lips pucker, he said "What a funny mouth.  You look
like a goldfish this way.  And I've got just the thing to go in it."

He had unzipped and was pulling it out.

Kevin watched eagerly, then chirped, "Make him suck you good, Rico."

I didn't want to do it, but I suddenly felt Rico grabbing my balls.  When
I've got a big load in them, my balls feel really tough, but now they were
defenseless.  Grinning down into my face like he was about to spit on it,
he squeezed my balls until I saw stars.  After that I gave up and went
ahead.  At least I was a little better practiced than a week ago when I
knew nothing.

With Kevin urging him on and Rico thrusting until I thought I'd have a
ruptured throat before it was over, he finally reached his climax and then
deliberately pulled out and shot off on my face.  Blast after blast hit my
hair, my eyes, my lips, and finally he thrust it back in my mouth to finish
the job.  After that he got up.

I struggled to get back on my feet.  As I reached up to get the cum off my
eyes, Rico hit my hand.

"You don't clear it off until we say so."

Damn.  They were acting just like they did last Friday night.  It was
disgusting.

"What about my clothes?"

"You got to earn them" Kevin said.

"I thought I just did."  I was ticked off big time.

"No, that was just a nice service to Rico to show him how much you care for
him," Kevin said with a mean grin.  "We're going to play keep away.
Whatever you catch, you get to keep."

"And where will we do that?  This little room isn't big enough."

"Right. We're going back into the main room."

"What?  People will see me."

"They'd have to look through the bars to do that."

"What?"

Kevin grinned.  "I pulled the grill gate down when I took your clothes out.
All you have to do is not make a scene and catch what we throw, and you'll
do ok."  Then he smirked, "But if you make too much noise, people going by
will start to look and see what's going on.  So keep that in mind.  You
don't want to look like a zoo animal running naked in his cage, right?"

"Yeah," chimed in Rico.  "But to keep it interesting, if you miss on a
catch, we'll push whatever it was through the bars so it'll be out there in
the main part of the mall.  When all your clothes are out there, we'll
raise the bars and chase you into the main mall area.  Then we'll pull the
gate down again and you can get dressed out there with all the other mall
visitors."

I knew I was doomed.  I didn't know where Mark was, and I could just see
people reporting me as being naked in the mall.  Plus all this cum on me
didn't exactly add to the picture.

They pushed me out into the main work area, but for now we were only
outside the storage room.  Fortunately the partitions were still in place
so I wasn't in view except for that open area we had walked through to get
here.  I saw Kevin had some of my stuff in a bundle.  He was on the
opposite side with the open area between us.  He waved them high in the air
and grinned.

"Want them back?" he teased.  Then he tossed them halfway between where
Rico and I were.  It was right in the middle of the open space.  I took a
deep breath and dashed out for them.  But Rico came beside me, threw out
his foot tripping me, grabbed the bundle and ran back to his side.  I had
fallen there in view of anyone looking back here.  But I scrambled to my
feet and got over to Kevin's side.

"You're not doing so well" Kevin chided.

"Asshole" I said.

"Well it's not me running around naked with cum all over my face."

I really hated him.  But right now I had to deal with Rico too.  Rico was
holding my clothes over the top of the partition, meaning I would have to
run in the open area to bring them back.  That would put me right in front
of passers by.

"Hey no!" I cried, running over to where he was, but streaking past the
opening to get there.  That stopped him from dropping them.

"Here catch" he said, tossing them high to Kevin.  At the same time he
grabbed me by the dick as I tried to jump for them.  It sent me down.
Getting your dick pulled when you're trying to jump is a really bad thing.
But they both laughed.

"At least you couldn't miss it" Kevin called, "right Rico?"

"That damn thing's too big to miss, even soft."

So far I had been able to stay in the back part of our area, protected by
the partitions.  I only had to avoid the open space in the middle.  But now
Kevin raised my clothes in a bundle, holding them high, and threw them out
into the main area near the bars.  That was my greatest fear.

I dashed out there, fully visible to anyone passing by who might look in.
I swooped up the bundle, seeing my shoes fall but leaving them for the
moment so I could dash back into the protection of the partitions.  I heard
someone in the mall say "Hey, is that a naked guy in there?"

"Ah" Kevin said merrily.  "It sounds like you have an audience."

Rico was beside me.  I clutched the clothes to my chest, but I could tell
he was up to something.

"I think they'd like to see you run out there again" he said, grabbing for
my clothes.  Kevin ran across and joined him, trying to pin my arms while
Rico tried to pull the clothes out of my grip.

We were dancing around and suddenly they pushed me into the front area.
The three of us must have looked odd, two guys holding a naked guy
struggling to get his clothes back.  Someone saw us and said "Hey look!"

I quit struggling and managed to run back behind the partition.  I waited
for them to come back.  After a minute they did, grinning.

"Your clothes are all out next to the bars.  Better got get them before
somebody pulls them through and runs off with them."  Kevin and Rico were
jubilant.

I just looked at him.  The cum was still sticky on my face and in my hair.
When I got my clothes, the first thing I was going to do was wipe that
stuff off.

"Better run, man, or I'll go back out and start pushing them through the
bars myself" Kevin said, and made a move like he was about to run out
there.

What could I do but run out?  Somebody going by saw me and burst out
laughing.

"Hey fella, don't you know you should wear clothes to the mall?"

Other people looked.  I grabbed my clothes, trying to hide my dick and
balls with one hand.  But the bundle of clothes fell apart when I only had
one hand to use, so I had to use both hands.  I was right beside the bars
when someone reached in and said, "I've seen that thing before.  Last
Friday night."

I looked up.  It was Gordon, the drunk who had run up when I was on display
outside Kevin's.  Now as he knelt beside the bars, he reached through and
grabbed my pants.

"Can I have these?" he asked.  I could smell the alcohol on him.  He was
bleary eyed.

"No.  They're mine.  Give them back."

"No.  Let me have these.  It would mean a lot.  Please."

"No."  I didn't want to look up.  Several people seemed to have stopped.

I felt a stinging pain on my ass at the same time that I heard the sound of
a belt behind me.  It was Kevin.  The noise made people look over our way.
I began tugging on my trousers trying to get them loose from Gordon's grip.

Kevin swatted my butt again.  It was my own belt.  I had dressed nicely for
the mall, trying to look professional.  That was obviously a mistake.  I
kept pulling and finally Gordon let go.

I grabbed them along with my other stuff and ran to the back.  Kevin stayed
out there, which gave me relief from the belting.  My butt was beginning to
hurt and I am sure it was red.

Safely behind the partition, I pulled clothes on as fast as I could.  Rico
just watched with an amused look on his face.

Then suddenly I could hear Kevin saying, "Yes, his name's Eric Tucker.  He
works at Bagfull Groceries.  You can find him there any time.  I'm sure
he'd be glad to see you."

I was almost dressed now.  I heard a woman's voice asking, "What's been
happening in there?"

"Someone should get the security guard" a man said.

"No, someone should get the mall manager" a third voice said.

I pulled my shirt on and stuffed my boxers in my pocket.  Time for that
later.

I told Rico, "You guys are going to get us put of out of the mall and the
seafood exhibit will be in ruins.  We'll all get fired."

That was when I heard Mark call from the grill.

"What's up?  Open up.  We need to start our work on the exhibit."

Kevin let him in, raising the bars.  I looked around the corner and saw the
crowd had dispersed.

When I walked out there things were back to normal.  I wondered if the
manager would come, but apparently no one had called him.  We were safe.

Mark looked at me.  "What was going on with that crowd out there?  What's
wrong with you?  What's in your hair?"

Rico and Kevin collapsed in laughter.  I just said "If you guys can't set
this up, you're finished.  I'm leaving."

"Ok" Rico said, "and thanks for the blow job."

"What?"  Mark looked electrified.  "You gave him a blow job?  Here in the
mall?"

At that point I knew things couldn't possibly get any worse for me.

"Look Mark, you work with them.  I'm out of here."  As a fitting sarcasm I
added, "Then you can go take care of your dying brother."

As I exited the mall area, I saw the security guard chasing the three high
school jocks I had been warned about earlier.  From the way their clothes
looked so stuffed, I figured they had been caught shoplifting.

Outside in the parking lot I saw Gordon again.  He spotted me and came
hurrying over.

Before he could even get started, I said "No, Gordon.  I'm not going to
show you anything of mine and I'm not going to let you have any of my
clothes.  Leave me alone."

"Gordon!" a female voice called from a distance.  I looked over that way.
It was Gwen, his soon to be wife.  Personally I think she's making a big
mistake.

"Your 'wife' is calling you" I told him.

Gordon looked crestfallen.  I unlocked my car and got in.  I had to wash my
face somewhere to get the cum off of it.  Maybe that smell was what was
attracting Gordon.  I stopped at a nearby service station and used the
restroom.  Then I headed out to get an early lunch.

On my way to the Pizza Plaza in the mall, I got a call from Mr. Penser.  He
sounded ominous and wanted me in his office immediately.  I felt like a
school kid being called to the principal's office.  I mean, it was my day
off and anything he had to say could wait until tomorrow.

But when I got there I could see how angry and upset he was.

"Eric, Mr. Kinsolving called."  His eyes flashed behind his glasses.  His
mouth would move before he spoke, like he was trying to make sure what to
say.  "There was some nudity at the mall in your work area.  Why is it
lately every time you go somewhere, there are reports of nudity?"

I didn't know if he knew it was me or if he only wanted to ask what was
going on.  I wasn't sure how to respond.

There was a pause.  He seemed to be trying to calm himself down.

"Eric, is there something about nudity that...um...ah...fascinates you?"

I could have crapped.  I really could have, right there in his office.  I
wasn't out looking for people to strip me or ways to get naked.  What was
the man thinking?

"Mr. Penser, with all due respect sir, I resent that.  I don't like nudity
and I don't like to be nude."  I used what I hoped was a respectful tone of
voice, one older men of his generation would have wanted an employee to
use.  His response was very measured.

"And yet you seem to have been around it a lot in the past week.  One of
the customers told one of our checkout people she had seen you behind the
seafood counter and it looked like you were pulling your pants off."

"Mr. Penser, I can explain."

His eyes widened and his mouth opened in a gasp.  "Eric, you mean it's
true?  I thought perhaps the way women are she was just indulging in some
wishful thinking."

"I mean whatever she saw, if we knew exactly what she said, I could
probably explain it to you."

He was silent for a moment.  "I don't know what that means, Eric.  Are you
saying you may have gone around the store with nothing on below the waist
but that there was a reason?"

"No sir, that's not what I'm saying at all."

"Then Eric, what exactly are you saying?"

The worst part of all this was that my dick started getting hard and I was
in boxers and if I wasn't careful he's see it and know I wasn't wearing my
jock strap.  Lately if people start saying things that bring up images in
my mind, I start to bone up.  It didn't used to happen, but it sure had
been lately.  He was waiting for me to answer.  I shoved my hands in my
pockets, hoping to hide the erection.  I was standing in front of his desk
and he had not even asked me to sit down.

"I'm saying that I've suffered a little harassment from a couple of the
guys and-"

"Wait."  He held up his hand like a cop at a stop sign.  "You're about to
be approved for a supervisory position.  If you let people harass you, then
you aren't showing the proper leadership role that's necessary to that
job."

"Mr. Penser, please."

That was the moment when he saw it.  I had pulled my hand out to make a
gesture of futility, and he saw my bulge.

"Eric!  Aren't you wearing your jockey?"

"No, sir, you see-"

"But aren't you supposed to be wearing it?  Think of the time we've spent
on that problem this week.  If you've been walking around the store looking
like you do now, it's no wonder that-"

I interrupted him.  "It's my day off" I said with real emphasis.

That stopped him, at least for a little while.

"Oh.  I see."  He had risen from his desk, but he sat back down.  My bone
was pushing against my boxers, my piss slit was getting rubbed by them as I
shifted my weight standing, and I was really heading into a major boner.
Things might have reached a stand still for me but at that moment there was
a knock on the door.

It was Paul, the one person who had said he could guarantee I would pass my
probationary period.  All I had to do was the stag show and maybe some
stuff he said he might ask me to do.  But if I passed, I could transfer far
away and not have to find out what the 'other stuff' he wanted me to do
would be.

"There's a Mr. Pettis, Gordon Pettis, out here who wants to see Eric.  I'm
afraid he's drunk and making a scene."

"Do you know him?" Mr. Penser asked.

I nodded.  "You and I had to deal with him last Sunday when he was drunk
and waving a cucumber around making obscene gestures."

Penser sighed.  "Oh...him.  Regrettably I do remember now."

Paul saw my trousers bulging.  He had a twinkle in his eye.  "Shall I go
with Eric and see if we can get him out?  Maybe Eric can do something to
get rid of him without a scene.  Otherwise he's getting pretty disruptive
out there."  He gave me a wink.  "Maybe Eric speaks his language."

It should have been easy.  I thought Paul and I would handle this, just the
two of us, but no, Penser had to come along too.  My dick was giving me
fits.  It was sort of caught in an odd angle in my boxers, and that was
agitating the head.  I wished I knew what to do to get my dick back in
control again.

There was no need to hunt for Gordon.  You could hear him the minute you
got in the main area.  When he recognized me he acted delighted.

"Well hello, Eric.  Your nice friends at the mall told me your name."

"Gordon, what are you doing here?"

"Why I came by to see you.  After our adventure at the mall this morning-"

"What adventure?" Mr. Penser demanded.

"Why he was running around in a cage naked as a jay bird."

"It wasn't a cage, it-" I tried to explain.

"Ah ha!" Penser announced as if he had found the smoking gun.  Turning to
Gordon, he said in a much friendlier tone, "And could you amplify that a
little for us?"

"Oh yes.  That thing of his, you know, it bounces all over the place, and
some of the boys were chasing him and one was popping him with a belt.  It
was a really a wonderful show.  I wanted to tell the mall manager about it,
but somehow I got confused."

Paul was looking at me in shock.  I wanted to explain it to him, but there
was no way right now with Gordon and Penser there.

Gordon was carried away, and like anyone who's been drinking, he was happy
to be the center of attention.  "It was like what they call Performance
Art.  Really remarkable.  It takes somebody with what Eric has to make it
work."

"How do you mean?" Penser asked.  Paul looked stricken.  I hoped this
didn't mean I had lost the chance for promotion.

"Well" Gordon said, searching for his train of thought, "well...I mean,
you've seen it , right?  Something that size, I mean how could anyone miss
it?"

"You mean he was exhibiting himself?"  Penser looked like he might have a
stroke.

"Oh no, he couldn't help it.  I mean all he has to do is walk and that
thing swings like it came off an elephant."

Paul interrupted. "Mr. Penser, I'll help Mr. Pettis here and the two of us
will go outside."  Turning to me he said "I want to see you in my office as
soon as you and Mr. Penser have finished your meeting."

I accompanied Penser back to his office.  He just seemed so disgusted with
me.  I couldn't believe that all this was my fault.  I was trying my best
to help with the seafood exhibition.  I tried to explain that, but Penser
didn't want to hear about it.

Finally he said "Mr. Kinsolving called about you boys making a disturbance.
I am glad Gordon Pettis came along to fill me in on the details.
Kinsolving had only heard second hand."  Then he drew a deep breath and
shook his head.

"Eric, I want you to go on home, take the rest of the day off" (he had
obviously forgotten it was my day off anyway), "and take tomorrow off too.
I'll handle the seafood setup with Mark.  You need to think carefully what
it is your really want to do.  Being a supervisor means not getting into
situations such as you seem to have been in lately.  Do you really want to
be a supervisor?"

"Yes sir, I really do.  What happened was-"

He held up his hand like a stop sign.  "Eric, I've told you before about
making excuses.  A good supervisor needs to face up to things and not
excuse his way out of the blame.  Now you go see Paul and then go home.
Give yourself time to think things over."

I felt defeated.  I waited in Paul's little office area for about five
minutes before he showed up.

"I got rid of Gordon Pettis" he said.  "He wanted another look at your
'stuff', but I told him I'd find a way for him to get to see it another
time."

It wasn't Paul's job to make promises about me showing off my stuff.  That
was disgusting.

We sat facing each other across the small desk.  He looked at me and asked,
"Now what went on at the mall today?"

I told him every detail, including my having to blow Rico.  He shook his
head.  "The problem, Eric, is public nudity.  Things in secret can stay a
secret, but when they exposed you in public, that's very bad...at least in
Penser's eyes.  However, if no pictures turn up and no one says anything
more to him, I can still cover it up."

"It's Kevin's fault.  They jumped me."  I then told him how I had thrown
Kevin's clothes out the bathroom window when we were 13, and how Turkey
Johnson had made him kiss his dick before getting his clothes back.

For a long time Paul sat thinking, then finally he said "Since you'll have
today and tomorrow off, why don't you try and locate Turkey Johnson.  Find
out what really happened back then.  See what he thinks of Kevin's story.
There may be something there we don't know about, something that might help
keep Kevin in line.  It's certainly worth a try."

I nodded.  Then Paul added, "Remember to keep you hands off your dick until
tomorrow night's show.  That's essential.  No sex, no jacking, no nothing."
He was actually shaking his finger at me when he said that.  I couldn't
believe it.  I was so embarrassed I'm sure my face turned red.

I left after that and went home.



I tried to reach Turkey Johnson during the afternoon.  Using my computer
and a white pages program, I searched for any Elwood Johnson's I could
find.  I discovered Turkey was living over in the next county.  I did more
searching and found he was working for an insurance company over there.  I
then called information for his phone number, and left a message on his
answering machine.  I asked that he call me about a question from his
school days.  I figured he would call back hoping to sell me some insurance
at the same time.  I knew how these things worked.

Although he didn't return my call that afternoon, I was sure he would by
the next day.  I decided to take things easy until Yancy came over.



I had finished eating long before Yancy arrived.  I was surprised that he
was running late.  Then when he knocked at the door, I saw he was red faced
and breathless.

"Sorry, Eric.  I rode public transpiration and I wasn't sure of the right
stop and then when I got off I saw I had gone too far.  So I went back and
then couldn't remember which street lead into your apartment complex."  He
was talking a mile a minute.

"Hold on, Yancy.  That's ok.  And I'll give you a ride home later so you
won't have to worry.  We've got plenty of time."

I gave him a coke, sat him down, and asked, "Any news of Benson and the
others in that gang that live near you?"

"Yes.  Benson said Suarez and them got nabbed by the cops.  He said he's
lucky he wasn't with them.  He's sort of staying out of sight for now."

I heaved a sigh.  That answered the last of things I had been worrying
about.  Now it was me and Yancy.  The earlier part of the day disappeared
as I looked at him.  I grinned.

"Now it's just us, with nobody to do anything to us.  We can relax and just
be ourselves."

He gave a shy smile in return.  I hadn't told him about Paul's no sex rule
before tomorrow night, but I figured at 18 he could regenerate his spunk
pretty quickly.  As for me, my balls were a virtual cum factory, especially
lately.  I wanted to do stuff with him tonight.  I wanted to see what all
this man sex was really about.

"Want to go in the bedroom?  We can sit on the bed and talk.  It seems to
be the only private place left in this apartment."

He had finished his coke, and we went in the bedroom.  I sat on the edge of
the bed and Yancy crawled in and lay beside me, looking up.

"What do you want to do?" he asked.  I liked that little twinkle in his
eye.

"This" I said, reaching down and pulling him onto my lap.  I held his face
there, gently touching it.  He had really great features, smooth and
youthful and somehow inviting.

"What shall we do?" he asked, rephrasing his original question.

"Are you suggesting something?"  I was so new to this that I wasn't sure
what I liked, or how to do this stuff.  In the past week I had been the
victim of what other guys made me do or did to me.

"Yes.  Should I go down on you or will you finally go down on me?"

I was too inexperienced to be certain what exactly was involved in 'going
down' on someone.  As if to show me, he unzipped his pants and started
slipping them down.  He was wearing nothing underneath.  At last I could
just look at him without having to rush or worry.  Before there was always
pressure, people around, something happening, or us being forced to do
something.  I watched as he continued.  When he had them down to his
ankles, he kicked them off and then pulled his T off.

I leaned down there, smelling his clean youthful smell.  His pubes were
small and centered around his dick.  He had no treasure train leading down,
but of course with each passing year that would change.  Right now he was
just an 18 year old, fresh and eager and happy.

I wasn't sure what to do first so I kissed his nipples.  They started to
get hard.  He squirmed and giggled.  I licked on down to his navel and then
lapped inside it while he laughed out loud like a little kid.  Then going
lower, I kissed his dick head.  He shivered and let out a suppressed
squeal.  His dick had been lying there.  Now it started to lengthen.  That
got my balls to churning and my own dick to tingling.  Gaining confidence,
I started to pick up speed and before long I was licking that thing,
suckling the head, lapping the shaft, and even taking his balls in my
mouth.  Those were great balls, smooth and hairless, nice marble sized
little nuggets of joy.  The skin felt great to my tongue.  Then I went back
to the head of his dick.

Sucking just the head was a great feeling.  I was surprised how much the
tongue could feel of the head and the ridge around it.  His equipment went
rigid very quickly, and before long I was taking him in with long,
swallowing movements.  He began patting my head, rubbing my face, and
finally pulling me toward him by my ears.  He warned me when he was about
to shoot, but I kept right on.  His orgasm was violent, making him tremble
as the successive shots erupted into my mouth.  My sucking lips wouldn't
let go.  I sucked him off down to the last drop, touching the piss slit so
often it made him tremble.  When I was finished, I kissed him, giving him
the benefit of his cum along with my tongue and moist kisses.  Then I held
him close.  That happiness was something I had never felt before.  I didn't
want to let him go...ever.

We both enjoyed the quietness.  Then after a moment he said, "My turn now.
Roll over."

When I did, he crawled between my legs and began licking my butt cheeks.  I
was turned on by how sexy that was.  As he got nearer my crack, I wondered
what he wanted to do.

"Spread your legs more, Eric."

I did.  His body was so nice, so warm on me, and his tongue was out of this
world.  Then he whispered "Let me check you out down there."  His tongue
gave way to his fingers, gently probing my crack and eventually my hole.  I
heard him sucking on his fingers, and then he slowly inserted one.  He went
in carefully, with a nice hesitation.  Then after probing with one finger,
he tried two.  I wasn't sure where this was leading.

"It's nice back here" he whispered.  Then with just a little more probing,
his fingers were removed.  That's when I felt something wet on my hole.
For an instant I almost tightened up, but gave him the benefit of the
doubt.  If he was going to have intercourse back there, he would have asked
first.  I had learned now that he was that kind of guy.  Besides I didn't
know if we were ready for that yet.

It was then I realized it was his tongue.  It was an awesome feeling,
unlike anything I had ever experienced before.  I didn't know a tongue
could be that strong.  Not only that, but as he pushed it in he somehow
made it wiggle.  I squirmed with the sensation.

"Ok Eric, let's try something that'll be great for you and big fun for me.
Roll over, get on your hands and knees and put your head down."

I felt like somebody out of a porno movie.  I followed his instructions and
soon my butt was high and my head flat on the bed.  Reaching between my
legs, he took my dick in his hand and pulled it backward.

"You know, Eric, that dick of yours is really something.  I like it.  I
could spend hours just playing with it.  And most importantly it's so long
I'll bet you could fuck yourself if you tried."

I laughed.  "Don't be silly."

"Let me try.  Your hole is nice and wet now, and if you will just not let
that monster get rigid hard, I think I can push it in."

I felt his fingers on it, felt him lick it, kiss it, and I held back from
getting any harder than I already was, but it was a chore to hold back.
You know how it is when you want to be totally hard, want it so bad you
think you'll do anything to get that hard.  Well that was me.  But now I
was trying to hold back.

"Don't get it any harder or I won't be able to bend it enough to push it in
your hole."

His fingers on it were driving me crazy.  I could feel the pull, the bend,
and then...he had it at my hole and he was pushing the head against it.

"Relax, Eric.  If you squeeze your butt, it'll just make it worse.  Push
back."

I did and suddenly he had the head inside.

Like a little kid he shouted "We did it!  We did it!  Eric, I got the head
inside you.  You can really fuck yourself!  Isn't that great?  I wish I had
a picture of it."

"Well that digital camera Ted gave me to take nude pictures of myself is on
the dresser."

"Naw, I'll do it another time.  This is too much fun to stop.  Let me see
how far in I can get it."

"Not too far.  You're sort of hurting my balls now getting it down there."

"Then you reach back and push it, and I'll watch."

I did it a little, but realized this wasn't really something I enjoyed.
After a little bit of pushing, I let it pop out.

"So what's next?" I asked him as my dick finally got some rest between my
legs..

Gently he reached through and took my dick in one hand, and with his other
he returned to my hole.  He worked my dick back up to maximum size, and
that was a relief.  I liked the way his hand played with it, coxing it to
even greater length.  He inserted his finger in my hole again.  My hole was
glad not to have something the size of my dick in it.  Then he began a back
and forth rhythm: his stroke of my bone moved down as his finger pulled
back, then the stroke went up as the finger went down deeper.  It was one
of the most erotic things I had ever experienced.  I didn't move.  It was
too perfect to try anything that might spoil it.

I was building to an orgasm very fast.  At the last moment he sensed that,
and moving his hand from my bone he slid under me to swallow my load while
his finger in my butt wiggled like crazy.

He seemed to have swallowed it all, since there was nothing on the bed
sheet that showed any had spilled out.  We lay next to each other
exhausted.  I was happier than I had ever been.

I knew then that I could face Friday and the stag show, and that I could
face whatever happens about my probation for supervisor.  Taking him home
was a really nice time for me.  On the way I told him we should have saved
our loads, at least that was what Paul and Marcus wanted.

He looked across at me as we drove through the darkness.

"You know something, Eric?  You worry too much.  Trust me, they'll never
know."

I hoped he was right.

                               (End of Chapter Eleven)

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