My first job

My name is Jed I am now 16 years old. I have always been fanatical about F1 motor racing and watched it on tv at every opportunity. My bedroom was plastered with posters and pictures and I could say I was obsessed with the sport.

Since I wax 15 I had been thinking of what I would like to do when I left school and as you can imagine all I wanted was something to do with F1. I was scanning the local newspapers not really looking for a job but something to give me some ideas. I was surprised when I spotted an advert for a local company which specialised in repairing and renovating racing cars. They were advertising for an apprentice for their workshop. As you can imagine I was over the  moon when I spotted this ad and as the paper was over a week old I was sure the job had already gone.

Anyway I decided to call the number and spoke to the owner. He said the job was still vacant because all of the applicants wanted more money than he was willing to pay. He said I could come in for a chat that day but as he would be out on business he could not see me until about 6.00pm.

I told him that was ok with me and he said the shutters would be down but to bang hard and he would let me in. I had decided to wear tracki bottoms and a white t/shirt and trainers, as mechanic looking as I thought I could. I arrived a few minutes early and banged on the shutter. From the outside the premises  looked like any normal garage, nothing special. After a couple a minutes the shutter began to rise.

The owner was standing there looking to be in his early 20's wearing a white boiler suit plastered with F1 logos. He shook my hand and said his name was Gordon and asked me in closing the shutter behind me.

I was shocked at what I saw. The workshop was immaculate. It was spotlessly clean as was Gordon. My eyes nearly popped out of my head when I saw the two gleaming racing cars sitting there. He asked me into his office which was just as immaculate as the workshop with a large glass topped desk and a long leather sofa and coffee tables.

I took a seat which he offered to me and he sat behind his desk. The zip on his boiler suit had ridden down a little revealing a smooth, tanned chest. He was solidly built which I assumed was from all of the manual work. He explained that he had taken over the business from his father who had retired which answered the question of how a guy so young could have such a setup.

We talked about this and that and what my duties would be and a noticed that he was fiddling with the zip on his boiler suit. He yawned and stretched his arms wide and the zip travelled down further of its own accord exposing his navel. He apologised for yawning and said he had been on the road all day and was tired.

He kept on talking, asking questions about myself and why I wanted the job. He kept talking as he stood up and walked round the desk and stood behind me. He asked how much I wanted this job and I said that this would be my dream job and would do anything for it.

He placed his hands on my shoulders and squeezed gently and said that sometimes overtime would be required but I would be well rewarded. All the time he was stroking my shoulders his fingertips slowly lowering onto my chest until they came in contact with my nipples.

At this time I was a complete virgin and had never touched anyone either male or female. The nearest I had come was seeing guys in the changing rooms. My nipples hardened and I felt a tingle go through me as his hands massaged my chest. He was now rubbing his hands up and down going lower each time. He took hold of the hem of my t/shirt and pulled it over my head.

His fingers returned to my nipples rolling them gently. His mouth was right next to my ear our heads touching. He asked me if I would like to work for him and all I could do was nod. By this time I had a throbbing erection which he noticed. He slid his hands under the waistband of my tracki bottoms and wrapped his hands around my leaking shaft. Very nice he said as he slowly started to jack me off.

He swivelled my chair round so that I was now facing him. I saw that he had lowered his zip even further right down and was now showing his pubic hair. He smiled and took hold of my hands and placed them on his chest caressing his nipples with my fingers. I took his nipples between my fingers and began to play with them. Good boy he said as he slid the boilersuit off of his shoulders and it dropped to the floor........