Date: Sat, 27 Aug 2005 09:27:25 EDT
From: Colcalverley@aol.com
Subject: At the Warehouse

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AT THE WAREHOUSE


I love the rain!

It makes everything look and smell so fresh and new!

I'm Tony by the way, and I'm the Facilities Manager at a large Cash and
Carry Warehouse just outside London.  In fact, it's so close to London that
If you get in your car and drive a mile and a half; you're in the Greater
London area.

One of my first jobs each morning is to walk around the inside of the
building and remove the padlocks from all the fire exits, and as the
building is open to the general public there are plenty of them.  It is
also my duty to ensure that when the fire doors are pushed open there is
nothing to obstruct them on the outside.  Sometimes I push each door from
the inside, sometimes I take a walk around the outside of the building and
make a visual check.

This particular Friday morning it was raining hard, and I mean HARD!  I
took my umbrella and left via the entrance, turned to the left and started
to walk around the outside of the building, through the car park and then
left again along a narrow path between our building and the wire fence
which separates us from the next property.

The exits all appeared to be clear until I got to the one at the far end of
this path and there, in the doorway was what I presumed to be a tramp
asleep.  I (very gently) prodded the recumbent figure with my toe and he
sprang to life, but it was not a tramp as I had first supposed but a young
lad, a very cute young lad, but a very dirty and smelly young lad of about
seventeen who looked as though he had been sleeping rough for some time.

`OK, OK' he said in a northern accent, `I'm on my way'

He appeared to have no possessions with him, just the clothes he stood up
in which, if he had taken them off would probably have stood up by
themselves.  `Where are you going?' I asked him.

`Don't worry, I'll just get off your property and then you won't have to
worry about me.' He said.

`Don't be so daft' I replied It's teeming with rain and you're already
soaked, let's get you inside and see if we can find you something dry to
wear.  Just come round the corner, wait outside the next door and I'll open
it from the inside and you can dry off in the plant room, It'll be nice and
warm in there and I'll go up to the uniform store and see what I can find.'

He didn't argue and went and stood where I had told him while I completed
my circuit of the building and went inside to open the plant room door.

I let him in to the warm and warned him that he would have to stay put as
he was on the premises unofficially and I didn't want him seen by any other
member of the staff.

I left him there and went upstairs to the uniform store, found a polo shirt
and a pair of cargo pants on the `faulty clothing' shelf and took them back
down with me.

On entering the plant room I found him standing by the freezer outlets
where the warm air outlets are.  I gave him the dry clothes and left him to
change into them.  I told him that as soon as the canteen opened I would
get him some food and bring it to him, then we would have a chat about his
situation.  `I haven't got any money to pay for anything' he said.

`Don't worry' I assured him `I'll foot the bill'.

I went to my office and looked at the diary for the day, which was
remarkably empty, everybody winding down for the forthcoming August Bank
Holiday Monday.

When the canteen opened I went and bought a couple of sandwiches and a
slice of cake and a cup of tea, explaining (falsely) that I hadn't had time
for breakfast.

I put them in a cardboard box for ease of carrying (and so other staff
wouldn't see what it was) and took them to the plant room.

I went in and gave him the food and he complained that there were no
buttons on the polo shirt and the zip wouldn't do up on the cargo pants.  I
told him they were faulty, but that I would sort something else out for him
later.  I sat him down on some pallets that had been left there and sat
next to him.  While he ate, I discovered that his name was Sam and that he
had left home three weeks before after arguing with his parents and had
come to stay with his older brother near Heathrow Airport.  His brother had
not received him well and after a week had told him to leave, since when he
had been sleeping rough and scavenging for food wherever he could find it.

He was a good-looking lad under all the dirt, around 5'11" with what would
probably be fair hair when washed, a cute face and was very slim, or rather
skinny, probably as a result of his recent eating habits.

I asked him what his plans were and he told me that he had none, but that
he couldn't return to his parents as they had totally disowned him.  `What
did you do to warrant that?' I asked him.

`It's not what I did, it's what I am' he said quietly `but I don't want to
go into all that, you've been too good to me already.'

I couldn't help noticing that the flies of the cargo pants has parted and
he was wearing no underwear.  I caught a glimpse of flesh and hair and my
own cock started to stir inside my uniform.  You see, I'm gay and my
passion is for teenagers, so I was very much enjoying the view.  Sam
suddenly realised what I was looking at and said `I told you the zip was
stuck' but he made no effort to close the gap.

I asked him again `What made your parents throw you out?'  Half suspecting
I now knew the answer.

`They caught me in bed with another boy' he said

`Well,' I said `there could have been an innocent explanation'

`What' he said `with my cock stuck up his arse?'

`Ah' I said `That does rather give the game away, something similar
happened to me when I was your age so I know how you feel.'

`What, you're gay as well?' he asked.  I nodded and he relaxed visibly.

`I suggest that we dispose of all these clothes before they smell the plant
room out, I'll get off work today at 12 noon and I'll take you home with me
and we'll kit you out with something to wear.  You can stay with me at
least over the Bank Holiday and after that we'll see how we get on.  My kid
brother left some clothes at my place when he last visited, they're more or
less your size.'

`Oh, I couldn't possibly do that' he said.

`Why not?' I asked

`Well, you've done enough for me already' he replied.

`Nonsense,' I said `anyway, I'm not doing it for nothing, you'll have to
earn it.  After all, I only have one bedroom and I only have one bed' I
grinned and adjusted the growing bulge in my trousers.

`Ah' he said and smiled `this may be the first time I've enjoyed earning my
keep' and, as if in agreement, his hardening cock suddenly sprang through
the gap in his flies. `Hmmmmm', I thought, `uncut, nice!'

As I left the plant room he was giving himself a massage, but I told him to
save it for me for later.

At about 11.50 I went to the general office and said I was leaving for the
day and would see them all the following Tuesday.  I went back to the plant
room, told Sam that I would drive the car to this end of the warehouse,
then come and knock on the outer plant room door and then he would not have
to walk through the car park with his flies gaping.  I told him to bring
his old clothes as there was a skip where I would park the car and we could
dump them in there.

The plan worked beautifully and we were on the way home in no time.  No
matter what we did, his flies gaped when he was sitting down and his cock
was standing to attention, so I gave him, a newspaper to put on his lap
whenever we were stationary so that passers by could not see him.  The rest
of the time, I enjoyed the view, but unfortunately I had to look at the
road occasionally.

I am very fortunate in that a maiden aunt had died a few years before and
had left me her flat (or apartment) in her will together with a very
substantial sum of money, most of which I had invested, but I had the flat
completely modernised and redecorated and refurnished so I had a very
comfortable home and lived a `no expense spared' type of life.

When we got home the first thing I did was to run a bath for Sam as he
smelled AWFUL while he wandered around the flat marvelling about the high
quality of everything he saw.

My idea was that we would give him a bloody good scrub in the bath and then
rinse him off afterwards in the shower.

He stripped off the uniform and then took off his trainers and socks –
words cannot describe the stench!  I made him put them in a plastic bag,
and only when it was sealed would I take it and put it in the dust bin.

We got him into the bath and I started to scrub his back while he started
at his feet and worked his way up.  The water was steadily turning greyer
and greyer.  I could not resist grabbing and soaping a large natural sponge
and washing his 5 inches (soft) and the two attached appendages.  Actually,
he had very low-hanging balls, which I find quite sexy in a man.  With my
ministrations, the 5 inches soon turned into 7½ inches and stayed like that
throughout the rest of the bath time and the shower afterwards, where I
stripped and joined him, getting used to our naked bodies touching one
another, a sensation we enjoyed so much that we transferred immediately to
the bed without bothering to dry ourselves.

Needless to say our first few minutes in bed were rather steamy in more
senses than one, and kissing and caressing soon led the way to greater
pleasures.  I was caressing Sam's nipple with one hand and his cock with
the other when it suddenly struck me how pale he was.  I asked if he was OK
and he couldn't understand what I meant.  I drew his attention to the
pallor of his skin and he said it was his natural colour.  I suppose I had
been unaware of it before because of all the dirt which had been on top.  I
sat up and looked down at him drinking in every detail of his ghost-like
body.  As I had suspected, his hair was very fair, but not what I would
call blond.  His facial features were cute and his body very thin.  Small
hairless nipples led down to an outie navel, where a `treasure trail'
started and led down to his wedding tackle.  As I have already mentioned,
his balls hung very low with quite a lot of hair.  His very thin legs were
quite sexy and his bum was like skin and bone – not much of a cushion there
if I get my wicked way later!

Now, I am not a religious man, and I am not a foot fetishist, but I
remember hearing an aria from Handel's `Messiah' entitled `How Beautiful
are the Feet of them that Preach the Gospel of Peace'.  Well, that just
about sums up Sam's feet, they were `beautiful' and I was happy to start my
next round of kissing with those feet and work my way up to his balls,
which I took into my mouth in turn and would gladly have swallowed were
they not attached.  Then I reached the `piece de resistance', but there was
no resistance.

As I took his cock in my mouth a contented sigh escaped Sam's lips and a
satisfied smile played on his lips.  I think I had found his favourite
game, and I was an expert player!!  Sam told me in between sighs and moans
that he had not had sex since he left home (he came from Darlington) and
had only masturbated two or three times in three weeks.  Several times I
could feel him reaching the point of no return, but I eased off him each
time until I thought that he would burst if he didn't orgasm soon.
Needless to say, when he did reach his climax it was some display!!  I
think they could probably have heard his moans and mutterings within a
three mile radius and he raised himself so far off the bed that I feared
for the springs as he came down.

He filled my mouth to capacity, which I swallowed, then he filled me again
to overflowing.  His cock was like tempered steel and the head looked as
though it had been polished it shone so brightly.

As the orgasm drew to a close and he started breathing again I kissed him
and shared his come with him, which he swallowed greedily.  Not a word
passed between us, but I knew from the look in his eyes that he had
experienced something special.

When he finally got his breath back he disappeared downwards and I felt his
moist tongue licking up and down my own cock.  I warned him that I was only
seconds away from my own orgasm as I had only just stopped myself from
cumming during his.  He took the head of my dick in his mouth and gently
ran his tongue backwards and forwards over my piss slit until it was
unbearable, and even then I let him carry on.  I only have a 6 inch cock so
he had no difficulty in taking the whole thing into his mouth and giving me
one of the best climaxes I have ever had.  Lights shone, bells rang and
fireworks burst into the sky.

We lay in each others arms for about half an hour when hunger suddenly hit
me and I guessed (correctly) that Sam felt the same.  We had another quick
shower together and then I went in search of my kid brother's clothes.
They were just a little small on Sam in spite of his thinness, and he
flatly refused to wear underpants, so his cock was beautifully outlined for
all to see inside the linen trousers he wore.  Fortunately we both wore
size 9 shoes (English size) so I lent him a pair of open sandals so I could
look at his feet.

We went to an Italian restaurant a few miles away which I often use.
Marco, the owner and his waiters are gay, bur the clientele is a good mix
of young, old, gay and straight.

Marco greeted me and immediately eyed up Sam and asked to be introduced.
He gave us a secluded table near the back of the restaurant and the waiters
all danced attendance, all vying for Sam's attention, one of them placing
(rather heavily) his napkin in his lap, another leaning over him to
straighten the cutlery on the table, another resting his hand on his
shoulder while he lit the candle on the table and so on and so forth.  Sam
had never experienced anything like it before and was thoroughly enjoying
himself, even though he thought it very amusing.

We had a wonderful meal with far too much to drink, but not so much that we
couldn't have another session in bed when we got home when, at his request,
I gave him another blow job and then fucked his bony little arse silly.

He stayed over the bank holiday and is still with me now, three weeks
later.  He is not so thin now and his bum has a small cushion of fat for
when I fuck him (which is regularly).

I hope he'll stay for good, my ghostly little darling from Darlington!


The Colonel

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