This all happened back in the 70s, before mobile phones or the internet. I had been rubbish at school and ended up working in a convenience store.
Steve Potts had been my boss for a few years. Middle aged, which at the time, seemed ancient. He owned a convenience store and newsagents. In my eyes, he was a bit of a dirty old man, always telling sexual innuendo and smutty jokes, some of which I didn't understand. I began as a paperboy. As I grew older, I handed my paper round to my younger brother, and moved into the shop, filling shelves and price labelling. In my naivety, this laid me open to the lecherous Steve. It started innocently enough, a pat on the bum, holding my thigh when I was up a ladder, and so on. He also took to wearing an apron, and frequently had his dick out of his flies. By the time i was 18, I could serve in the shop, which sold cigarettes and alcohol, allowing Steve to take time off, but he always came back to close the store.
I was naive sexually as well, brought up in a conservative middle class home by mum and dad, with my brother. Although, like most boys, I masturbated a lot, and watched my brother wank. I hadn't kissed anyone other than family. I wanked over pictures of pretty girls and handsome men. I hadn't really noticed the other boys in school, other than some were bigger than me, and others not so.
Steve brought something new and exciting. I didn't fancy him, he was the same age as my dad, but he had a twinkle in his eye and enjoyed making me blush. The first time anything happened was on a Saturday evening. It had been a busy day and I was knackered. In the storeroom, Steve gave me a beer and suggested I relax a little before I went home. He came around the back of my chair and began gently massaging my shoulders. For some reason, my cock responded, He undid the top buttons of my shirt and slid his hands onto my chest, playing with my nipples and making them harden. I hadn't known how sensitive they were. By now my dick was straining inside my Y-fronts. Steve reached down and adjusted me. It felt all wrong and so right at the same time. He undid the top button and unzipped me, I felt flushed. I should have told him to stop, but he was bigger than me and I liked my job. Coming round in front of me, he knelt and extracted my penis from my jeans. "Why don't you get out of them?" he asked, so I lifted my bum and he slid them down to my knees. My 6.5" stared him in the face. I kept telling myself to tell him to stop, but the devil in me enjoyed the attention too much, and it was the first time anyone had done anything nice to me and couldn't stop. Steve gently stroked my silky shaft, making it drip. Then he began to toss me. Having someone else do it was strange, and I didn't last very long, shooting a huge load over him. He smiled and stood up. His stiff cock was now in my face. He took my hand and guided it onto his knob, Instinctively, I jerked it. When he came, it ran over my hand. I thought of licking it, as I do my own, but I wiped it on my jeans. "Thank you," he whispered, "You better be getting on your way". I tidied myself and wandered home, wondering what the fuck just happened. That night, I lay in bed, running things through my head, and did another load. I'm used to damp sheets.
Next day nothing was said and work carried on as usual. My brother delivered the Sunday papers and I served the customers. During the afternoon, Steve phoned the shop asking me to lock up as he was busy. Monday was always quiet. After serving people on their way to work, time dragged. Steve went to the Cash and carry. With the shop empty, I helped myself to a glossy magazine from the top shelf. Pictures of nude women in various poses. The centrefold had a very voluptuous lady with a shaven pussy. I nipped into the store room and quickly knocked one out, being careful not to get any spunk on the magazine. I was still flushed when Steve returned with boxes of crisps and tins of baked beans, etc. I looked a little guilty, but he said nothing. He took the rest of the day off, telling me to lock up again. With him out of the way, I nicked a copy of Health and Efficiency, the nearest there was to a gay publication at the time. That night, I flipped though the pages of scantily clad guys with big bulges and broad chests. In those days, I hadn't heard of the term 'gay', and only knew a few camp comedians on TV. Nevertheless, they turned me on as much, if not more, than naked women.
Tuesday dawned, an early start because of deliveries. Steve arrived, smarter than usual, smelling of Brut, the latest aftershave. The shop shut at 6pm, and we went into the store room to relax. He poured beers and again massaged my shoulders. Gone were the feelings of guilt, I relaxed and let him have his way. He removed my tie and unbuttoned my shirt, removing it completely, admiring the soft down of hairs on my chest. After toying with my nipples, he came in front of me and suckled on them. I voluntarily removed my jeans and Y-fronts, leaving me naked down to my shoes, which he took off, leaving me in the nude and feeling vulnerable, though my cock didn't think so. Once again he stroked my erection, and his at the same time. Then he bent lower and licked my shaft and balls. It was all I could do not to cum. He swallowed me down to my pubes. and began bobbing up and down and sucking. My mind nearly blew a fuse. I closed my eyes and tried to think of something else, but I exploded and my semen went down his throat. He had made a puddle on the floor. Just as well, as I imagine he would have wanted me to suck him, and I wasn't sure I was quite ready for that yet. He wiped his lips, and told me I tasted great, then thanked me for my hard work, saying I would get a bonus. I skipped home, still not knowing if I was gay, by, or just a randy teenager. Friday came, one of the busiest days, with people stocking up for the weekend. After work, and more beer, he gave me my wages, with an extra £10, a lot of money back then, for being, "Such a good lad". I promised him I would do everything I could to make his life easier. "Do you want me to strip. or do you want to undress me?" I asked. "Let's both get undressed, it will be more comfortable. Any shyness had gone, and we were soon stood in front of each other, naked. For his age, Steve was still in good shape, with just a slight beer belly and a cock considerably fatter than mine, but maybe not as long. He leaned forward, and we kissed, his tongue worming its way into my mouth. The first proper kiss I had ever had. We caressed and held one another's genitals. Gently, he pushed on my shoulders, forcing me to my knees. It was now or never. I held his hairy sack and licked his crown. It wasn't nearly as unpleasant as I thought it would be. Slowly, I lowered myself down on his shaft, trying not to gag, and began to suck my first cock. Precum dripped out of me without me touching it. I tossed the base and sucked, until his legs buckled and I swallowed his semen. He pulled me up and we kissed while I still had his cum in my mouth. Then he went down on me. I was so worked up, I came in seconds, shooting the biggest load of my young life.
