THE "HARD"WARE STORE [05/08/1999]

My first full time job.

You'd think that I was applying for a spectacular position and not stockboy. Three interviews and still minimum wage. Oh well, I figure I'd only be working for 6 or 7 months until I saved enough money to start College. It was a fairly big store with several departments. I was hired on straight out of high school. My department consisted of 5 other guys and one girl. We got along right from the start. Since we were all about the same age, we didn't need much to bring us together.

The department head was in his 30's and a pretty fair guy. He was always smiling and didn't push us around. I had been working a couple of weeks before I found out that the Floor Manager was coming back from vacation. He had a nasty reputation and I was told that he was a bit of a tyrant.

Monday morning came and when I entered the store, there he was, smoking a cigar and watching as each person entered the building. His cigar wasn't lit; he just rolled it between his fingers and occasionally he would place it in his mouth. Bud was his name. He was about 60ish with receding hair that was white as snow. It was hard to tell his weight because he wore baggy clothes. Always neat but too big for his body. He had eyes so brown they appeared black and he could stare you down from the length of the store.

I was immediately attracted to him but he never smiled and always kept moving. He didn't tolerate loafing and the first day he was back I spotted him chewing out one of the department heads because the isles were messy. I decided that I better keep my aisles clean and tidy; for fear of getting fired.

Months went by and I always kept an eye out for Bud as he roamed the store, growling at the employees. I must have been doing everything right because he never spoke to me harshly. On a couple of occassions he would question me about things but he was civil. I kept a close watch on him when he talked to customers. He would actually smile when talking to customers and that made me crazy. His whole face changed when he smiled. His eyes would sparkle like diamonds when he flashed his pearly white teeth.

One day in October I was in the stockroom putting away stock when Bud appeared out of nowhere. He passed me in the narrow aisleway then stopped. There were some empty boxes on the floor and he had to step over them if he wanted to proceed.

This seemed to annoy him; as he turned back toward me. I was sitting on a small step stool marking off stock that I had put away, when he approached. My heart was in my throat as he began to criticize my housekeeping. I tried telling him that it wasn't me who left the empty boxes in the aisle but he would hear nothing of my excuse. He came nearer to me so that I was looking straight up at him as he continued to lecture me on cleanliness. He asked me if I liked working there and if I wanted to keep my job. My god, I thought I was going to get fired. I was terrified and told him that I liked my job and I would try to do better. He told me he wanted the stock room cleaned. He went on to identify each area he wanted clean. Then in a masterly tone he added "clean as a houndstooth". I had never heard that term but I could guess what it meant. However, my mouth got ahead of my brain and I asked what that meant. Bud glared at me with his jet black eyes, moved his ever present cigar to his mouth and growled, "this is clean as a houndstooth"! At that he unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. It was uncut and Bud pulled the skin back revealing a thick round head. He held it in one hand and shook it at me. I was only a couple of feet from him but felt really uncomfortably close so I started to lean back and away. "Where do you think you're going" he asked. He stepped closer to me and with his free hand he grasped the back of my neck and pulled me towards him. "I said you would clean this place and you can start by sucking on this" I didn't have time to object as lunged forward and drove his cock into my mouth. It wasn't completely hard but it was all I could do to get it in my mouth. Never having a cock in my mouth before I wasn't sure what to do or what was going to happen next. I felt his cock start to swell as he began to force it in and out of my mouth. "Suck that cock" he repeated again and again as he continued to pump in and out. He was getting stiff now and the head of his cock was forcing its way down my throat, making me gag. His thrusts were ending when his body struck my face. He began to thrust really hard and deep which made me gag. Noticing he pulled his cock from my mouth and told me to breath through my nose. He then slapped my face with his cock which was rock hard now. It was about 7 inches long with a slight upturn to it. The head was bulbous; slightly larger than the shaft. The shaft was thick like an empty toilet paper roll.

Bud grabbed his cock and banged it onto my face beside my nose then slid it down to my mouth. Using the head as a prybar he forced it back into my mouth. He made two or three short strokes then forced it all the way in again. I was doing as he said and was able to take it without gagging. He began thrusting harder and harder until he was hitting me with his body again. He was using so much force that he knocked me off my stool. I had to reposition myself on my knees to keep going. He was almost knocking me off my knees so I reached around and held onto his legs. "That's it" he said and delivered deep thrusts with his cock down my throat. "You're gonna get my load" he said. Thrusting a little faster now he repeated, "here it comes". He was practically lifting me off the floor as he finished his last few thrusts. As he began to cum he slowed down and instead of thrusting he began to jerk with each stroke; holding his cock deep in me for a few seconds then pulling out and ramming it back in. I felt the first bit of cum squirt down my throat and disappear. The second squirt stayed in my mouth and I could taste the saltiness of it. I tried to swallow but his cock was again jammed into my throat and delivered another squirt of cum down my throat.With one last jerking thrust he nailed his cock as deeply into me as he could get and left it there. He shuddered as he did then relaxed. I hadn't noticed until then that he had been on his tip toes. As he replanted his feet on the floor he pulled his cock from my mouth. Reaching into his back pocket he retrieved a handkerchief and cleaned off his cock. Finishing, he replaced the hanky and his cock, zipped up and said "not a word about this, understand?" "Yes" I said.

He told me to take my break and then get back to work. Then he left. When he was out of sight I took out my cock and masturbated. That only took a few strokes. Now I could only hope to be caught in the stockroom again.

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