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All the usual disclaimers apply. The following story is 
entirely fictional and contains explicit descriptions of 
sexual activity between an adult male and a teenage boy. 
READ NO FURTHER if you are under the age of eighteen or 
offended by such material.

Bob-a-job - Part 1 (Revised)

By Andy Caulden

It was a grey old day and I was hurrying along, on my way 
home from school, when the first few drops of rain started 
to fall. It quickly turned into a downpour as I ran to the 
bus shelter, which stood just outside the park gates.

I wasn't the only one who had stepped in from the rain. As I 
entered, a middle-aged man turned his head in my direction.

'You've just made it in time, blondie,' he said, smiling. 
'We're gonna be stuck in here for a good long while; it's 
fuckin' hammering down out there.'

I looked up at the man and nodded in agreement.

'Smoke?' he asked, offering me a cigarette.

'No thanks,' I replied.

'Fuckin' wise decision,' he said. 'Best stick to wanking at 
your age. It's fun... and it's free.'

The man could see the look of shock on my face. It was 1963, 
so no one said the word 'wanking' to a complete stranger, 
especially if that stranger was a fourteen-year-old boy.

We both turned our heads and looked out at the rain as it 
pounded the deserted street.

'How would you like to make some money, blondie?' he said a 
few minutes later.

'Doing what?' I replied.

'Wanking me off,' he said, dropping his cigarette to the 
floor and stepping on it.

I thought about this for a few seconds. It didn't seem an 
unreasonable request. After all, I had performed this 
service on several occasions for a couple of schoolmates; 
and once, in the park bushes, I had shown a bunch of younger 
boys how to wank off. Also, I was keen to see what a full-
grown cock looked like.

'How much?' I asked.

'Half-a-crown,' he answered.

This was a considerable amount of money: it was equal to 
five-times my weekly pocket money, and would allow me to buy 
more GWR wagons for my model railway.

'Okay,' I answered. 'Where?'

'Back there in the shadows, on the bench.'

'It's a bit risky. What if a bus comes along, or someone 
decides to come in from out of the rain?'

'We'll sit side by side, like father and son, and you can 
wank me off under my jacket, which I'll drape over my lap.'

'Nah. It's far too risky.'

'What about the parkie's hut in the park? Brian won't be 
there now, and I know where he keeps the spare key.'

'Nah, no way.'

'What about that derelict building across the street? We'll 
only get a bit wet if we run, and I know a way in through 
the side door.'

We waited until the rain eased off before running across the 
street and into the abandoned building, which had once been 
a radio repair shop.

'Let's have a look upstairs,' he said.

We made our way up a flight of stairs and into a room at the 
back of the building. The room had once been an office, and 
was still furnished with a desk and chair.

'This will do,' he said, as he sat down on the floor with 
his back to the desk. 'Okay, blondie, let's see what you can 
do for old Bob-a-job.'

I wasn't sure what he meant at this point. He just sat there 
on the floor, looking up at me.

'Well, what are you waiting for? Get on with it!' he barked.

It seemed that he wanted me to work for my money, so I knelt 
down beside him and reached for his belt. As I was undoing 
the buckle, I noticed the bulge in his trousers growing 
rapidly. I undid the fly buttons, opened the top of his 
trousers and eased them down. His uncut cock was now rock-
hard, and the knob was sticking up over the top of his Y-
fronts.

A strange, musky smell filled my nostrils at this point. I 
pulled his Y-fronts down, over his ball sac, and suddenly 
his cock was released. It was by far the largest I had ever 
seen up to that point - far larger than my own, or any of my 
schoolmates' erections. I took it in my hand and began to 
wank it slowly.

'How would you like to double your money?' said Bob-a-job, 
smiling. 'How about sucking me off?'

I had never tried anything like that before, and although I 
was tempted to accept, I didn't quite like the idea. By this 
time my cock was just as stiff as my new-found friend's; and 
I noticed him eyeing up my crotch as I knelt beside him.

'Okay,' he said, 'never mind that. I'll give you ten-bob if 
you'll take off your clothes and let me fuck your arse.'

I thought about it again. I couldn't resist the money being 
offered, and by this time I was feeling extremely horny.

'Okay,' I said. 'What do you want me to do?'

He took hold of my hand, pulled it away from his cock and 
stood up. He then took off his jacket and laid it on the 
floor, where he had been sitting.

'Sit down there and take off your shoes and socks,' he 
ordered.

I did as I was told as Bob-a-job knelt down beside me. He 
took off my blazer and slipped his hand inside my shirt. I 
felt my cock twitch as he gently massaged my left nipple. 
Slowly, he unbuttoned my shirt and took it and my school tie 
off. He then lowered his head and began kissing and sucking 
my left nipple. I felt my cock getting even stiffer, still 
trapped in my short trousers.

'Put your hand around my cock and keep wanking me off, real 
slow like,' he ordered.

I obeyed the command as his hand moved to the waistband of 
my shorts and released my belt. He slipped his hand down the 
front of my trousers and felt my cock through the fabric of 
my underpants. I nearly came there and then, but I somehow 
managed to hold back. He undid my trousers and, lifting me 
up a bit, slid them off.

He ran his hands all over my body, before stopping at my 
crotch and squeezing my cock through my Y-fronts. He stood 
up, kicked off his shoes and removed his trouser and Y-
fronts. His cock looked enormous as I viewed it from my 
position on the floor.

'Have you done anything like this before, blondie?' he 
asked.

'No.' I replied, truthfully.

He walked over to the door and closed it. I could still hear 
the rain beating against the window, so the storm was still 
raging outside.

'Okay,' he said. 'It may hurt a bit at first, but you should 
be able to handle it.'

He came back and sat down beside me. He placed his hands on 
the waistband of my underpants and pulled them off. My cock 
sprang free. It seemed a lot bigger than usual, but it was 
still small compared to old Bob-a-job's.

'You've got a nice body, son' he said, giving it the once 
over with an appreciative eye. 'How old are you?'

'Fourteen,' I replied.

'Lummy. I thought you were older. Still, never mind, we're 
not going to stop now.'

He put his hand on my ball-sac and started massaging it 
slowly, whilst the finger of his other hand explored my 
arse-crack.

'What's you name?' he asked.

'Simon. Simon Con...'

'Well, Simon,' he interrupted, 'let's get down to business.'

Suddenly, Bob-a-job's mouth went for my stiffy. I let out a 
loud gasp as my cock disappeared down his throat.

'Jez-z-z-z,' I shouted.

This prompted Bob-a-job to stop.

'Too much for you, eh?' he asked.

'Yes,' I replied. 'I nearly shot my bolt.'

'Okay. We'll save that for later.'

Bob-a-job's finger continued to explore as it slipped into 
my arsehole. My sphincter closed around it immediately, 
gripping it tight.

'Tight!' he exclaimed. 'You must relax; it'll be much easier 
if you relax. Let's see what I've got to help.'

He reached down and brought out a small jar of Vaseline from 
his jacket pocket.

'This is for emergencies and times like this,' he continued. 
'Always be prepared. That's what my old scoutmaster use to 
say.'

He stuck his finger into the jar and smeared the content 
around my arsehole. He again slid his finger into my virgin 
hole. This time it went in much easier.

'That's better,' he said, as he slid two fingers into my 
hole. He knelt in front of me and coated his cock with some 
Vaseline. 'Okay, Simon. You ready for this?'

'Yes, go ahead,' I said.

He positioned himself between my legs and took hold of my 
feet, which he pushed apart. This exposed my anus to his 
stiff cock. I felt the tip of his knob against my arsehole 
as it prepared to enter my inner sanctum. I felt my muscles 
tighten as they resisted the attempt, but slowly, as he 
pushed harder, the cock made headway.

He started moving backwards and forwards gently. I could 
feel his cock inside me; and then that familiar feeling came 
over me: the feeling I usually experienced from a mind-
blowing wank. I came suddenly, shooting sperm all over my 
chest. It seemed to go on forever; my cock just kept pumping 
it out.

A second or two later, Bob-a-job let out a mournful moan and 
I felt a warmth inside my arse.

'That was fuckin' great,' he said. 'I can usually go on for 
a long time, but you made me come real quick, you sexy sod.'

I smiled as he withdrew his manhood from my inner sanctum. I 
liked being called a sexy sod.

'I see you've shed your load,' he continued, as he proceeded 
to lick the sperm off my chest.

The rain had stopped and the sun was now beaming in through 
the window.

'Time to make a move,' he said, picking up his clothes and 
shoes. 'Here's the ten-bob note I owe you.'

I took the crumpled note and began to dress.

'You looked as though you were really enjoying that,' he 
said, grinning. 'You should come up to my place and meet a 
few of my friends. They love to fool around with sexy sods 
like you.'

'I might take you up on that,' I said. 'Perhaps after 
school, tomorrow?'

'Yeah, why not,' he said. 'I'll meet you by the park gates.'

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Copyright (c) Andy Caulden, October 2009

All comments welcome (andycaulden@yahoo.co.uk)



      

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