Bend over, Boy!

In 1959. I was 18 years old and working for a newsagent. I had to be a work at 5 am to sort the newspapers ready for the paperboys to deliver to homes in the suburbs. The kids were great but I kept getting the orders mixed up which, rightly, annoyed the shop manager.

Mr Keith Lucas was not yet 30 and a real hunk. He was only managing the shop because his uncle was ill. I loved the smell of him. Back then men tended to only have a bath once a week. Keith exuded a man-scent which was very masculine. The way the women customers flirted they also liked the smell of him.  

And then there was me, scrawny and wearing glasses. I brought out the mothering instinct in the women who visited the establishment.

This day I had really goofed up sorting the newspapers. The telephone rang non-stop from irate customers. Keith was angry.

"I've a good mind to fire your worthless arse or give it a good belting", he shouted at me. "Then maybe you'll concentrate in future". 

The big man was out for an hour delivering fresh newspapers to people I had mixed up. His mood was no better when he got back but we had customers in the shop by then and he  attended to them. 

It was an Early Closing day - the shop ceased trading at 1.00 pm. I locked the door and emptied the till. I took the money through to Keith who was in the tiny flat attached to the shop. He was still angry with me.

"I know I daydream when I should be working." I said. "I get muddled with the addresses but that's no excuse. Maybe you could give me that belting ... ?"

What was I thinking? I didn't want to lose the job.  It was too late now to withdraw my words.

"Right!" Keith said, pulling his thick leather belt through the loops of his trousers. "You asked for it. Kneel on that bed".

There was a single bed in the room. I decided to go all the way so shucked my trousers and shorts. I knelt on the bed with my bare tail sticking up in the air.

Whup!

The leather connected with my fleshy mounds and a broad river of pain snaked around them. It was quiet in that room apart from Keith grunting with exertion, the flying leather pummelling  my backside and me yelping.

Time stood still - my mind was fully concentrated on the savage hurt being deliberately inflicted to my buttocks. The hiding seemed to last for ever. The leathering got faster and harder. After an age, Keith dropped the belt on the floor. I stayed kneeling on the bed. A big hand gently explored my fiery arse cheeks. His finger strayed into my crack and pressed against my hole.

"You ever been fucked, boy?" Keith asked.

"N-no".

"Well belting your sweet little arse has got me all excited",  the big man admitted. "I'll only put my knob in. What do you say ?"

What could I say? I needed the job, remember.

"OK" . Permission granted.

I heard him removing his trousers and shorts. I sneaked a look behind me. Surely such a good looking masculine man will only have a modest cock ? Wrong! He was built like a stallion.

His finger was now greased with petroleum jelly and he penetrated my virgin hole. He had a good rummage around in there.

"Strewth, you're tight" he whispered. The finger was withdrawn and replaced by something much bigger. He pushed until my sphincter yielded. So much for 'just the knob'.  His long, fat fuck-flesh filled my chute. It hurt but not as much as the belting had. He paused long enough for me to get used to the alien feeling  of what felt like a warm telephone pole bloating my guts. Then he started moving and the sensation was different. He was a stayer so it was many minutes before he shouted an oath and his seed sprayed my  bowels.

Afterwards, he helped me to my feet and then pulled up my clothing. 

"Promise you'll keep my seed inside you until nature takes her course" ? Keith asked.

I nodded, feeling a bit embarrassed at his odd request.

"It's just that I'll feel good knowing I am still inside you",  he explained. 

Then he kissed me. Just a touching of lips like brothers sometimes do.  "Do you think we might do this again, regularly  - not as manager and employee but friends"? His big eyes never left my homely face. I blinked behind my glasses.

"I'd like that", I whispered.

"You'll always have a job here", he reassured me. "Now hurry home and enjoy your half-day". 

He let me out the door and I walked to the Bus Stop. My life had changed for ever.