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 This is the story of an experience I had after getting my first real job
working as a bag boy at a local grocery store.  It was in the early 80's in
the spring in a small town in Florida and in those days that was a job that
they hired boys for and you used paper bags, not plastic.  The day I turned
16 I applied for a job as a bag boy and was interviewed and hired on the
spot.  The store was located at a busy shopping center and each of the boys
was assigned an hour to go around the shopping center to retrieve grocery
carts.

   I was tall and skinny with light brown hair that I kept just to my ears.
I will tell you that I was a painfully shy teenager and a little bit of a
late bloomer.  I didn't start to develop pubic hair until I was 13 and
started jerking off when I was 14 years old.  By my 16th birthday I still
had no hair under my arms or any on my face.  I'm sure I still looked like
I was 13 or 14 but I was perpetually horny and always looking for a chance
to bust a nut.  Unfortunately girls didn't seem to notice me and I spent a
lot of time fantasizing about them while whacking off.

   The job was pretty good; I made a few friends and I enjoyed the work. 
Back then bag boys dressed more formally and I was expected to wear dress
slacks, black shoes, white button up shirt with long sleeves and a tie.  At
work my duties were to bag groceries, of course, but we also were expected
to take them out to people's cars and retrieve shopping carts.  Our store
had a "no tipping" policy but most of our customers tipped us anyway and we
always took the money.  The shopping center was really a mall but it was
small.  You had to enter the mall to get to the stores but around the back
of the mall you could see the rear of the stores where the loading docks
were.  There were parking places back there too so you had to walk around
the entire mall while collecting carts.  I enjoyed doing this because it
gave me a chance to get out of the store and get some exercise and fresh
air.

   I was collecting carts around the back of the mall one Saturday and I
saw a man at one of the loading docks watching me.  He waved me over and as
I was walking over towards him I could tell that he was a bit older, maybe
50 or so.  He said that he had seen me getting carts around there many
times and asked me if I worked at the store or was just helping out an
older brother.  I told him that I worked there and had been for a few weeks
and enjoyed it.  "You don't look old enough to be working at a regular job"
he said.  I told him that I had recently turned 16 and got the job that
day. He looked me up and down skeptically like I was somehow not telling
the truth and then he smiled and said "Well congratulations on your new
job!" He added, "I've been working here for a while as the warehouse
manager and I would love to show you around sometime if you like." I
thanked him and told him that I had to get going or they would wonder where
I went.  "My name is Sam" he said "Come around and say hi anytime, the
overhead door is usually open during the day." "My name is Mike, nice
meeting you."

   The following weekend I was again working the parking lot for carts and
I saw him at the loading dock so I walked over to say hi.  He said hi to me
and asked me how I was doing.  I told him that the job was going good but
school was a problem.  He said, "What is the problem, too many girlfriends
and not enough time?" I looked at him and he was smiling as he said this. I
just shook my head and said that it was just the opposite.  "You must be
joking!  You are so good looking Mike and in great shape too.  What kind of
sports are you involved in at school?" I told him that I wasn't involved in
any sports and that I am too skinny to be able to compete.  He placed his
hands on my shoulders and started to feel my muscles in my arms and chest.
"You are not skinny!  You are thin but have plenty of muscle.  I'll bet you
are a lot stronger than you think." I noticed he was looking at me kind of
funny and then I realized that I had a hard-on and he had noticed it.  I
turned away as my face was turning red and told him that I needed to get
back to work.  He said, "Don't be embarrassed, at your age your dick gets
hard when the wind blows.  You should be proud of it, looks like a
perfectly fine cock.  Do you know what I do here Mike?" Still embarrassed
and a little shocked I asked him what he does.  He told me that he keeps
inventory of all merchandise and that he signs for all deliveries when they
arrive.  He explained, "Deliveries often come in very early in the morning
and the manager lets me keep a place here to stay." I said, "You actually
live here?" "Yes, but not all the time.  I only stay here on the nights
that we are getting deliveries early in the morning.  I would still like to
show you around, is there any time that you can come by?" I told him that I
get off work early that day and could stop by after.  He said that he would
be looking forward to seeing me and we could talk about the girl problems I
was having at school.

   I was a little nervous about stopping by to visit him.  He seemed really
nice but he used words around me that I wasn't use to from an adult.  I was
also uncomfortable because he had noticed my hard-on and commented on it.
That was also kind of exciting; lately no one ever noticed it or commented
about it and he seemed to find it appealing.  I wasn't expected home until
later and so I decided that I would go have a look at the warehouse and his
office.  Maybe I could also get some much needed girl advice while there. I
was horny and really wanted to lose my virginity with one of the girls at
school and if it didn't happen soon I would be whacking off again.

   We had lockers at work and I kept a change of clothes because I rode my
bike to and from work and didn't like wearing my work clothes while riding
my bike.  It was warm outside so I hung up my clothes in the locker and put
on my shorts, T-shirt, socks and tennis shoes.  I left my bike locked up at
work and headed over to the back parking lot to see if Sam was still
around. I was disappointed to see that the overhead door was closed and I
didn't see anyone around.  I waited a couple of minutes and then decided to
go back and get my bike and go for a ride before heading home.  I turned
and started to walk away when I heard a voice call out.  I turned back and
Sam had come out onto the loading dock through a regular door and the
overhead door was still closed.  I went back over and said hi to him.  I
guess it was the first time he had seen me in regular clothes because he
was looking at them and then he said, "You looked older with a tie on and I
wasn't sure you were 16 then.  You look like you're 13 or 14." I laughed
and offered to show him my student ID which had my date of birth on it.  He
looked like he was thinking about my offer and then he started laughing and
he shook his head and asked how long I had.  I told him that I wasn't
expected home for at least a couple of hours.  He smiled and said, "That
should be plenty of time to show you around the place.  Come on in." He
held the door open but didn't open the overhead door.  I asked him if he
was going to leave it closed and he said that there was no reason to open
it as there were no more deliveries expected that day.

   It was dark inside and took a few minutes for my eyes to adjust to the
lower light level.  We started making our way around the warehouse and it
was a maze of pallets stacked with boxes of merchandise and a forklift. 
There was nothing that I found particularly interesting and wondered why he
was so anxious to show me around.  He suddenly asked me if I wanted a beer.
"I'm not old enough to drink." I told him.  "Bullshit!  If you're old
enough to have a job one beer isn't going to hurt you.  Come on, I'll show
you where I keep my things." We entered a small room toward the back of the
warehouse and I was surprised to see that it had most of the comforts of
home.  There was a twin bed, small refrigerator, TV with a VCR player, a
couple of chairs and a bunch of magazines and video tapes.  He fished a
couple of beers out of the refrigerator and handed one to me.  I decided
that a beer wasn't going to hurt any and I opened it.  We made some small
talk about what he does and about his room and then he opened with, "So
tell me about these girl problems you're having." I had nearly finished my
beer and though I didn't intend to have more than one I suddenly decided
that another would be helpful.  He gave me another beer and I started to
talk.  I told him that I wasn't popular at school and not an athlete and
that I looked like a little kid.  "Even you think that I look like I'm 13
or 14.  I don't grow hair like other boys and my dick is too small.  No
girl wants to be with me." He looked kind of apologetic when he said that
it was true that he didn't think that I looked 16 but he thought I was
being too critical of my appearance.  He said, "You seem to be very
stressed with this topic of girls and need to relax if we are going to get
anywhere.  Have you ever had a massage Mike?" "No I haven't." "Well take
off your shirt and let's give it a try." I figured it couldn't hurt so I
peeled off my shirt and hung it over the back of the chair.  "Your muscle
tone really looks great.  You must spend a lot of time at the beach to have
a tan like that." It was true that I spent a lot of time at the beach and
swimming in a friend's pool and I had developed a pretty good tan as a
result.  I blushed at his comment about my muscle tone and thought he was
just trying to make me feel better.  He laid a towel on the bed and told me
to remove my shoes and socks and lie down on my stomach so that he could
start on my back.  "Mike I am going to apply some massaging oil and it will
feel cold at first but then it will start to heat up and feel real good. 
You just try to relax." He poured a generous amount of oil on my back and
it was cold but as he started to work it in I could feel it getting warmer.
He started with my shoulders working out the tension and slowly worked his
way down my back until he came to the top of my shorts.  "Mike, I don't
want to get any of this oil on your shorts.  Why don't we remove them and
you will still have your underwear on." It felt so good and relaxing and
with the two beers in me my inhibitions were pretty much gone and I just
said "Ok".  Sam began to pull off my shorts and I was left with just my
boxers on.  He continued with the massage on my lower back and each time
his hands moved downward he would push against the top of my boxers and his
hands would slide just underneath them until he was brushing against the
top of my butt.  "Sam that feels really good and so relaxing.  I think the
massage was just what I needed." Sam replied, "We are only halfway done, I
still need to work on your chest and abdominal muscles.  You can roll over
onto your back now and I will get started." I rolled over onto my back and
he instructed me to place my arms over my head so that he could work the
muscles on the side of my chest.  I placed my arms above my head and tried
to relax but was starting to feel embarrassed because I had almost no hair
under my arms and I thought he might laugh.  He poured more of the oil on
my chest and started to work it into my skin with long strokes up and down
my chest.  At one point he started to rub oil into my nearly nonexistent
nipples and it tickled at first.  As the oil started to warm them up there
was this incredible sensation that spread down to my dick and though I
tried to not let it happen, my dick began to get hard.  As if reading my
thoughts, Sam started then to move further down my stomach.  He straddled
my legs so that he could reach me easier and then added additional oil to
my lower abdomen.  His hands were again working up and down and on each
down stroke they would just slide under my boxers.  He started working
faster and his hands kept sliding further into my boxers until they would
just brush against the head of my cock.  It was now too much for me to
handle and I soon had a raging hard-on and was tenting my shorts.  Sam took
note, "It looks like you really enjoyed the massage!  Your cock looks
pretty normal to me.  Do you mind if I have a better look at it?" My mind
was numb and I was embarrassed but horny as hell and I just shook my head
and said "I don't mind." Sam was still straddling my legs as he placed his
index fingers under the waistband of my shorts and he started to slowly
pull them down.  As the waistband caught the head of my cock it went
straight up in the air and then it smacked back down against my lower
stomach with a loud slapping sound.  "Holy shit Mike!  I thought you said
it was small.  That is a good 6 inches and fat too.  Any girl would be
lucky to have that stuffed into her." I said, "You really think so?  I
don't have much pubic hair." He started checking that out and could see
that there was a very light brown bush at the base of my cock that just
spread a couple of inches up and was very sparse.  So light it didn't look
like there was hardly any there.  "I think it is beautiful and really I
don't like a lot of hair.  It just gets in the way." With his right hand he
grasped the shaft of my cock and slowly started to stroke up and down on
it. He still had some oil on his hands and it easily slid up to the swollen
head and back down to the base.  After just a few strokes it was more than
I could stand and my cock erupted with the biggest orgasm I had ever had. I
shot three heavy loads that landed just under my chin and more cum was
still seeping out the tip even after he released it.  "Damn Mike, that was
awesome!  Let's have another beer and see if you can get hard again." I was
drained and felt like there was no way I could get it up again but it was
still early and I thought another beer sounded good.

   I pulled my boxers back up and put my shirt on but left everything else
off.  Sam handed me a beer that I started to drink immediately and he asked
me if I wanted to watch a movie.  I told him that sounded good and he
started one up.  We watched an X rated movie for about a half an hour and
another beer when I realized I was getting hard again during a scene of a
female sucking some guy's huge cock.  Sam noticed and he asked me if I ever
had my dick sucked before.  I had, but that is a different story for later,
so I just told him "No".  "It looks like you are ready for another round.
Do you want to give it a try?" I told him that it sounded like fun and so
he instructed me to take off my shirt and lie down on the bed on my back.
He approached me from the end of the bed and started to pull off my boxers.
This time he removed them all the way and left me completely naked.  He
grasped my cock with his right hand and was playing with my balls with his
left while he started to lick all around my lower stomach just a few inched
above the base of my cock.  Slowly he made his way to my cock with his
mouth and he started to suck on just the head of it while slowly jacking me
off.  After a few minutes of this he began to deep throat my dick until his
nose was buried in my soft pubic hair.  Up and down he went with his mouth
while he continued playing with my balls.  Soon he released my balls and
placed both hands under my legs.  He pulled my legs up onto his shoulders
so my calves were resting on them and he kept on sucking my cock deep.  It
was kind of crazy.  My legs were up in the air and my steel shaft was
getting expertly sucked while my ass was also up in the air.  Sam must have
put some oil onto his right index finger because he was starting to massage
my asshole with his finger and was just placing the tip of it into my hole.
It felt great!  In and out as my 6 inch swollen cock would appear and then
completely disappear into his mouth.  He had a rhythm going and every time
he went down on my cock his finger would go a little further into my ass
and then come out on the upstroke.  "I think I'm going to cum!" I felt my
climax fast approaching and suddenly his finger shot all the way into my
ass knuckle deep and I think my cock grew another inch in that second.  I
thought the first orgasm was wonderful.  I shot load after load deep down
his throat and he sucked up every drop of it.  He kept on sucking it until
it got completely soft.  "Mike, that was the nicest cock I have ever
sucked! I really hope you will let me do it again some time." I just nodded
my head and had no words at that moment.

   I had to leave.  I had four beers in three hours and that was more than
I was use to but it was a great time.  I promised Sam that I would see him
again next weekend but that, also, is another story.  This was my first
story attempt.  I hope you enjoyed it.