Date: Fri, 21 Oct 2011 15:51:12 +0200
From: Shaun White <corcega112@gmail.com>
Subject: Work Experience Chapter 1

This story is completely fictional. Names, characters and incidents are a
product of the author's imagination, and any resemblance to real people
or incidents is completely coincidental.

This story contains descriptions of sexual interactions. If you are
uncomfortable reading such material, or are not permitted to do so
legally, please leave this page immediately. Please read at your own risk.

Work Experience - Chapter 1

     Hi everyone, my name is Roger and I am 14 years old and I live with
my father, my mother having died of cancer 3 years ago.  I miss my mum a
lot as I was always closer to her than to my father.  I am a natural blond
with blue eyes and I am told by various adults that I am quite handsome
and should have no problem attracting lots of girls but so far I have not
met a girl who interests me in the slightest.  I am what some people
might call a Geek or a Nerd as my only real interest away from school is
my computer which I have in my bedroom and I spend all my free time
surfing the Internet and connecting to various web sites and chat rooms.
I live on the outskirts of a small town in the centre of England, UK.

     At school I get on well with most of my teachers and I often have a
chat to our Careers Master who knows about my interest in computers.
I met the Careers Master one day in the school corridor and he asked me
if I had anything lined up yet for my 2 weeks of work experience which
would soon crop up.  When I said I had not found anything of interest
yet he said he might be able to help.  He said he knew of a man who owns
a Computer Sales and Repair shop who is willing to take on an interested
youth for Work Experience with a view to maybe taking him on to work for
him eventually as his number of customers was constantly growing.  I said
I was very interested and he then said there was just one small point
which might put me off.  I said I did not think that was likely and it
was then that he said "But the man is Black.  Does that bother you?"  I
said I was not a racist and the colour of a man's skin did not bother me
in the least, it was the person inside that skin which mattered to me.
He said he would have a word with the man and tell him about my interest
in computers.

     One week later the Careers Master caught me at school and said he
had spoken to the Computer Shop man and he was interested to meet me and
have a chat to see if I was the type of youth he is looking for.  He
said I should go along to the shop anytime and introduce myself.  I said
I would do that and thanked the Master for his help.  He gave me the
name of the shop and where in the town it is situated.

     Two days later after school I plucked up the necessary courage and
found the shop and after a moment's hesitation I went inside and was
greeted by a very pleasant , happy looking Black man.  I told him who I
was and why I was there and he smiled broadly and asked me to come
through to the back for a chat.  When we went through to the back room
which was the workshop there was another Black man working on a computer.
The owner introduced himself to me as Mr Obote, known to his friends as
Joseph.  He introduced the other man as Charles who had recently started
working for him.  He asked Charles to look after the shop for a short
while as he needed a few words with me to see if I was suitable to come
here to do Work Experience.  When Charles went to the front of the shop
Joseph (as he had asked me to address him) took me up a flight of stairs
to the flat above the shop where he lived.  I sat on a chair opposite
him as he sat on a settee.  He asked me about my hobbies and I said I
did not have any except for my computer which was my life.  I said I
had a couple of friends of my age at school who I was friendly with but
only really spent time with them at school.  He asked if they were boys
or girls and I told him they were both boys, one being a few months
younger than me and the other being a few months older.  I told him I
wanted to learn more about computers, not just how to operate them but
also how to trace and repair any faults and even how to fully dismantle
and assemble a full computer.  He said I sounded just the sort of young
person he was interested in and said he would contact the school and
arrange for me to spend a couple of weeks with him to
gain some experience.

     Two weeks later on the Monday morning I reported to Joseph to start
my 2 weeks working with him and Charles.  I dressed in jeans and a t-
shirt.  It was early summer but we were having an unusually warm spell
for the UK.  Joseph asked Charles to show me how to dismantle a
computer and explain what all the parts were and what was their use.
We worked slowly at this and every now and then Joseph would come
and stand behind me to watch what we were doing.  He kept asking me
if I was enjoying myself and I assured him that I was very happy.
Whenever he came and stood behind me he leaned close to me so I
could feel the heat from his body at my back and a few times he ran the
back of his fingers across the back of my neck and my shoulders.  I
thought this was a bit strange but he was the Boss and actually I liked
the feel of what he was doing so I allowed it to continue.  As the day
wore on it became even hotter in the workshop so before I left for home
I asked Joseph if it would be OK for me to wear shorts the next day as I
was feeling quite sweaty in the heavy jeans.  Joseph smiled as he said it
was quite in order for me to dress in shorts if I would be more
comfortable.

     On the first day when it came to lunchtime Joseph took me upstairs to
his flat and made us both a few sandwiches and a cup of tea and we
chatted about various things as we ate our food.  He asked me how I
liked school and about my family life and in the course of the
conversation he asked me about girl friends but I said I did not bother
with girls yet but maybe when I met the right one I might be interested.

     On the second day I went to the shop in shorts and t-shirt.  The shorts
were a year or two old, made of a shiny satin type material, the type
which used to be used as football shorts.  They were a bit on the tight
side but were more comfortable than jeans.  At lunchtime I was again
invited upstairs for a bite of food.  This time we both sat on the settee
and talked as we ate.  I noticed that Joseph kept resting his hand on my
bare thigh.  I was a bit nervous but did not push his hand away and
gradually with me not objecting he started to move his hand up a bit
further until he was stroking my upper thigh.  At first it was only the bit
just above the knee but when I did not object his hand edged higher
until it was inside the leg of my shorts and went higher until I felt his
fingers nudging my balls even though they were inside my briefs.  I felt
my cock going hard and I could do nothing to stop it and very soon I was
hard and it was very visible.  Joseph noticed this and smiled and said
"Are you OK?"  I replied by nodding my head in confirmation so he
moved a bit higher and took hold of my hard-on.  After a couple of
minutes he reached inside my briefs and took hold of my bare flesh.  I
nearly came at that moment but managed not to but I felt a great thrill
at being held by this grown-up man.  Joseph slowly edged my shorts and
briefs down until my cock was standing proud.  He lowered his head and
kissed the tip before opening his lips and slowly lowering his head
further until all my cock was in his mouth.  He started to give me my first
blowjob and soon his head was rhythmically going up and down.  I had
never felt such a thrill before and I laid back and gave him full rein.  It
only took a couple more minutes before I felt my juices rising and
warned him that I was going to climax but instead of pulling away he
went even faster until I suddenly erupted and sent my first spurt of cum
into his mouth.  I expected him to pull off then but instead he clenched
his lips even tighter and sucked and sucked until he had drained me of
every drop and then he swallowed my offering.

     Joseph replaced my briefs and shorts until we were both decent
again.  He asked me if I was happy with what we had done and I
confirmed that I had enjoyed it very much.  He asked if I would like it to
happen again later and I assured him I would enjoy that very much.  He
said he was sure I was going to enjoy working at the shop for the next 2
weeks and maybe if everything went well he might be able to employ
me for a couple of hours after school each day and on a Saturday.  I was
thrilled to hear this.

     We returned downstairs to continue for the afternoon but as we
entered the shop where Charles was waiting for us I noticed that they
exchanged looks and Joseph smiled at Charles and nodded his head.
Joseph took charge in the shop and I went into the workshop with
Charles to continue my learning about how a computer is made up and
how the various parts work.  I was very happy in more ways than one
and felt that I was going to really enjoy working here not only for the
next 2 weeks but hopefully for longer.

Your comments would be appreciated.  The younger you are, the better
for me.  Please send comments to me at      corcega112@gmail.com