My first employment at the age of Seventeen
Sometimes you need to be more brave,
After several months of searching and filling job applications I received a call at home for an interview at a fabric store located in the shopping district not far from my HS.
I reported on the date established for the interview after school was out to the fabric store. The store front was not was adjacent to a women’s garment store on its right and an appliance store which sold radios, boom boxes, and other medium size electronic appliances.
When I stopped into the shop all I could smell was the scent of fabric. There were tables throughout with all different types of fabrics. Silks, wools, cottons polyester, etc. and in all sorts of colors, designs and patterns.
A thin man standing about 5’9, with dark hair and mustache and dark complexion, probably in his 30’s approached me and asked if he could be of help. I advised him that I was there for a job interview with the owner of the shop. He extended his hand in greetings and said his name was Jason Patel. I shook his hand and advised him of my name. He directed me to follow his lead and led me to a door towards the back of the shop where he knocked. The door opened and the employee introduced me to his boss, Mr. Abrams. I extended my right hand and introduced myself and advised him I was glad to make his acquaintance. Mr. Abrams thanked his employee and without releasing my hand extend his other hand and placed it on the back side of my hand he had been shaking. He gently pulled me into his cramped little office and invited me to sit at the small chair to the right of his small desk as he quided me with his hand which was on the small of my back. The office was quite tiny and crammed with files, catalogs and some material fabrics.
Abrams was about 5’8 and was medium built but slightly over weight. His brown-grayish hair was receding and he had grayish-blue eyes behind his glasses. He appeared to me to be somewhere in his late 40’s or early 50’s.
His interview consisted mainly about where I lived and went to HS at and what elementary and junior HS I attended. Whether I had any illegal history and what my work experience consisted of and how old I was. When I told him I was 16 his eyes seemed to open up more and had this happy glow on his face. He advised me what the job entailed and that somedays I may need to stay till closing which was at 9pm. I told him that I understood and had no issues about closing time. He seemed thrilled about that.
During the interview I could not help thinking that he was sizing me up and checking me out thoroughly with his eyes. He took me to the basement area where there were stacks of fabric piles on pallets throughout the basement. At one point he had to get by me and although there appeared to be plenty space between us he still managed to rub his groan area on my butt as he passed me from behind. He smiled and looking at me stated, “I hope that was ok”… I did not think anything of it and said it was fine. He wanted me to see the basement area as I would be cleaning it periodically. After he explained the job requirements to me, he inquired of me if I was interested in the job. I stated that it seems that I will pretty much be a janitor for him with the occasional added assignments… he stated that was exactly what it entailed. I agreed and accepted the job and we shook on it. Again he placed his other hand over my hand and he gently pulled me just slightly towards him. I later learned through the years that he was testing my vulnability and passiveness with that move. I also didn’t realize that I was to become his cum dump.
I started working on a Monday, and was excited that at the wedding of the week I would have my own money in my pockets. Just like any young teen, I had that first paycheck spent before I got my hands on it. By Wednesday Mr. Abrams had several tasks for me in the basement. I was to organize several racks of fabrics with the appropriate materials. For example, several racks had mixed fabrics, cottons and polyester. I was suppose to insure one rack was loaded with cottons while the other, polyester. While he was explaining this task, he always managed to place one of his hands on my body. At one point while I reached for a role of cotton fabric about 8ft in length, he felt compelled to assist and managed to feel my ass in the process. I ignored it and said nothing. The job was completed by Friday, and he was thrilled and satisfied with my work. In my mind I think he was more satisfied that I did not complaint of his touching me in personal areas, like my butt…
Around the end of my first month working there, Mr. Abrams asked me to come into his office. Before arriving to the back where his office was located, Jason has intercepted me and advised me to be cautious about Abrams. I asked him what he meant and he told me he has tendencies to come on to young men like me. I thanked him and thought of all the previous contacts Mr. Abram’s had with me as I continued to his office. I knocked at my arrival and Mr Abrams instructed me to come in.
As I stood in his cramped office he reached for a brown paper bag on his desk and proceeded to tell me that he had this pair of jeans that did not fit him or anyone in his family and wanted to know if I wanted them. He pulled them out and held them at full length for me to check them out and asked if I thought they would fit me. I stated that I could not know for sure unless I actually tried them on. He then held them in front of me and compared the waist of the jeans with my waistline and looked to check the length. He asked me to hold them at my waist while check to compare their length to me.As I held them he began comparing and sizing them at my outer hip area and worked his way down my leg as he felt me up. He then moved to the inside of my legs working his way up towards my waist. He never reached my waist though.
As he felt up my inner thighs he began rubbing up and down my legs until he found the side my cock was at. He continued rubbing and making believe he was comparing the pants to me but I knew where this was going. My groan began to stir and my cock began to stiffen. As it got harder and harder he asked me what’s going on. I looked at him and said you got me all worked up. The jeans disappeared and he was feeling my cock and squeezing it through my jeans. He went for my zipper and undid it and then my belt. He undid the jeans waist button and opened up my groan area. He pulled down my underwear and pulled out my cock. I was hard as a rock and was surprised how quickly it had happened. While Abrams stroked and admired my hard cock I was reminiscing the last time I had been with a man. By this point I had not been fucked or sucked a cock in over 9 months or so. At least that how long it felt. Abram’s looked up at me and asked if it felt good and I knodded my head. He ask if he could suck it and I knodded my head even more. I was thrilled to be getting a blow job. Normally, it was I who was doing the sucking.
As he took it into his mouth I sighed and began enjoying the warmth of his mouth and tongue as it wrapped around my cock. The wetness of his mouth as he stroked it in and out with the movement of his head. It felt so good… He started licking the underside of my cock and the sensation of it send thrills of excitement and a strong urge to thrust it deeper into his mouth. As I did the urge got stronger and stronger and I knew that it was not gonna take much longer for me to release my load into his mouth. When I exploded in his mouth my knees almost gave way. All my energy was focused in that release and it felt great releasing that big load. It had been sometime since I last had an orgasm and it had built up. I was also surprised at how my cock just kept pumping load after load in his mouth. He took it all too. Not one drop escaped his mouth and he swallowed it all.
The following week Mr Abrams needed assistance in the basement
The minute I arrived he told me wanted to suck my cock. I immediately obliged and before long he was drinking my load. He then bend me over one of the pallets with fabrics and he pulled my pants and underwear down. He had me spread my cheeks and he wet my hole with his spit. He lubricated his dick with spit and then commenced to penetrate my hole. It hurt a bit at first since I had not had a dick in me for sometime as I mentioned earlier. He went easy for for a bit and eventually began thrusting it deeper and faster. He asked me if I like getting fucked and I immediately told him that I like it a lot. He asked if he could cum inside me and I said yes. I opened as wide as I could for him so he could penetrate me as deep as he possibly can. When I opened up wider and spread my cheeks as he thrust his dick deeper he started, “you really do like having dick inside you”… I told him I first was fucked at age 10. I realized he was starting to breath heavier and his strokes were stronger and deeper. I started thrusting to meet his thrusts and I really felt his dick hit home. It was not the biggest I’ve had but it was not small either. He had good girth and it opened me up some. My man kitty was permitting its muscle memory to open up to what it had been use to. Abrams grabbed my waist with both hands and told me he was coming. I began thrusting faster and deep to insure his load goes as deep as possible. As soon as he was done with me, he got dressed right away and told me not to take too long that I had work to do. It was obvious at this moment to me, that I was.just an object for this man to unload in and nothing more. I also knew that the real purpose for him giving me this job was that I was a young faggot boy who enjoyed being used. Honestly, I did enjoy being used.
Mr. Abram’s used me on the average of 3 times a week. Sometimes more but after 4 months, Jason had come down to the basement in a hurry calling for Abrams concerning an issue on the floor with a customer. He accidentally caught Abrams with his dick in my kitty. I was embarrassed, why I don’t know. Maybe because it was Jason who warned me about Abrams and now here I was, with Abrams ramming it into me. It was quiet for the rest of the evening and I avoided any contact with Mr. Abrams or Jason. At the end of the shift I advised Abrams that I will not be returning. I asked him to please mail my pay to my home. I thanked him for everything and left.
The names in this story are fictional as to protect the identity of the actual individuals involved.
** It’s been sometime since I last wrote true stories here. I hope you find it entertaining.
See my other 8 stories under Hotbutt. I call it my hotbutt because I truly like having it stuffed.
After several months of searching and filling job applications I received a call at home for an interview at a fabric store located in the shopping district not far from my HS.
I reported on the date established for the interview after school was out to the fabric store. The store front was not was adjacent to a women’s garment store on its right and an appliance store which sold radios, boom boxes, and other medium size electronic appliances.
When I stopped into the shop all I could smell was the scent of fabric. There were tables throughout with all different types of fabrics. Silks, wools, cottons polyester, etc. and in all sorts of colors, designs and patterns.
A thin man standing about 5’9, with dark hair and mustache and dark complexion, probably in his 30’s approached me and asked if he could be of help. I advised him that I was there for a job interview with the owner of the shop. He extended his hand in greetings and said his name was Jason Patel. I shook his hand and advised him of my name. He directed me to follow his lead and led me to a door towards the back of the shop where he knocked. The door opened and the employee introduced me to his boss, Mr. Abrams. I extended my right hand and introduced myself and advised him I was glad to make his acquaintance. Mr. Abrams thanked his employee and without releasing my hand extend his other hand and placed it on the back side of my hand he had been shaking. He gently pulled me into his cramped little office and invited me to sit at the small chair to the right of his small desk as he quided me with his hand which was on the small of my back. The office was quite tiny and crammed with files, catalogs and some material fabrics.
Abrams was about 5’8 and was medium built but slightly over weight. His brown-grayish hair was receding and he had grayish-blue eyes behind his glasses. He appeared to me to be somewhere in his late 40’s or early 50’s.
His interview consisted mainly about where I lived and went to HS at and what elementary and junior HS I attended. Whether I had any illegal history and what my work experience consisted of and how old I was. When I told him I was 16 his eyes seemed to open up more and had this happy glow on his face. He advised me what the job entailed and that somedays I may need to stay till closing which was at 9pm. I told him that I understood and had no issues about closing time. He seemed thrilled about that.
During the interview I could not help thinking that he was sizing me up and checking me out thoroughly with his eyes. He took me to the basement area where there were stacks of fabric piles on pallets throughout the basement. At one point he had to get by me and although there appeared to be plenty space between us he still managed to rub his groan area on my butt as he passed me from behind. He smiled and looking at me stated, “I hope that was ok”… I did not think anything of it and said it was fine. He wanted me to see the basement area as I would be cleaning it periodically. After he explained the job requirements to me, he inquired of me if I was interested in the job. I stated that it seems that I will pretty much be a janitor for him with the occasional added assignments… he stated that was exactly what it entailed. I agreed and accepted the job and we shook on it. Again he placed his other hand over my hand and he gently pulled me just slightly towards him. I later learned through the years that he was testing my vulnability and passiveness with that move. I also didn’t realize that I was to become his cum dump.
I started working on a Monday, and was excited that at the wedding of the week I would have my own money in my pockets. Just like any young teen, I had that first paycheck spent before I got my hands on it. By Wednesday Mr. Abrams had several tasks for me in the basement. I was to organize several racks of fabrics with the appropriate materials. For example, several racks had mixed fabrics, cottons and polyester. I was suppose to insure one rack was loaded with cottons while the other, polyester. While he was explaining this task, he always managed to place one of his hands on my body. At one point while I reached for a role of cotton fabric about 8ft in length, he felt compelled to assist and managed to feel my ass in the process. I ignored it and said nothing. The job was completed by Friday, and he was thrilled and satisfied with my work. In my mind I think he was more satisfied that I did not complaint of his touching me in personal areas, like my butt…
Around the end of my first month working there, Mr. Abrams asked me to come into his office. Before arriving to the back where his office was located, Jason has intercepted me and advised me to be cautious about Abrams. I asked him what he meant and he told me he has tendencies to come on to young men like me. I thanked him and thought of all the previous contacts Mr. Abram’s had with me as I continued to his office. I knocked at my arrival and Mr Abrams instructed me to come in.
As I stood in his cramped office he reached for a brown paper bag on his desk and proceeded to tell me that he had this pair of jeans that did not fit him or anyone in his family and wanted to know if I wanted them. He pulled them out and held them at full length for me to check them out and asked if I thought they would fit me. I stated that I could not know for sure unless I actually tried them on. He then held them in front of me and compared the waist of the jeans with my waistline and looked to check the length. He asked me to hold them at my waist while check to compare their length to me.As I held them he began comparing and sizing them at my outer hip area and worked his way down my leg as he felt me up. He then moved to the inside of my legs working his way up towards my waist. He never reached my waist though.
As he felt up my inner thighs he began rubbing up and down my legs until he found the side my cock was at. He continued rubbing and making believe he was comparing the pants to me but I knew where this was going. My groan began to stir and my cock began to stiffen. As it got harder and harder he asked me what’s going on. I looked at him and said you got me all worked up. The jeans disappeared and he was feeling my cock and squeezing it through my jeans. He went for my zipper and undid it and then my belt. He undid the jeans waist button and opened up my groan area. He pulled down my underwear and pulled out my cock. I was hard as a rock and was surprised how quickly it had happened. While Abrams stroked and admired my hard cock I was reminiscing the last time I had been with a man. By this point I had not been fucked or sucked a cock in over 9 months or so. At least that how long it felt. Abram’s looked up at me and asked if it felt good and I knodded my head. He ask if he could suck it and I knodded my head even more. I was thrilled to be getting a blow job. Normally, it was I who was doing the sucking.
As he took it into his mouth I sighed and began enjoying the warmth of his mouth and tongue as it wrapped around my cock. The wetness of his mouth as he stroked it in and out with the movement of his head. It felt so good… He started licking the underside of my cock and the sensation of it send thrills of excitement and a strong urge to thrust it deeper into his mouth. As I did the urge got stronger and stronger and I knew that it was not gonna take much longer for me to release my load into his mouth. When I exploded in his mouth my knees almost gave way. All my energy was focused in that release and it felt great releasing that big load. It had been sometime since I last had an orgasm and it had built up. I was also surprised at how my cock just kept pumping load after load in his mouth. He took it all too. Not one drop escaped his mouth and he swallowed it all.
The following week Mr Abrams needed assistance in the basement
The minute I arrived he told me wanted to suck my cock. I immediately obliged and before long he was drinking my load. He then bend me over one of the pallets with fabrics and he pulled my pants and underwear down. He had me spread my cheeks and he wet my hole with his spit. He lubricated his dick with spit and then commenced to penetrate my hole. It hurt a bit at first since I had not had a dick in me for sometime as I mentioned earlier. He went easy for for a bit and eventually began thrusting it deeper and faster. He asked me if I like getting fucked and I immediately told him that I like it a lot. He asked if he could cum inside me and I said yes. I opened as wide as I could for him so he could penetrate me as deep as he possibly can. When I opened up wider and spread my cheeks as he thrust his dick deeper he started, “you really do like having dick inside you”… I told him I first was fucked at age 10. I realized he was starting to breath heavier and his strokes were stronger and deeper. I started thrusting to meet his thrusts and I really felt his dick hit home. It was not the biggest I’ve had but it was not small either. He had good girth and it opened me up some. My man kitty was permitting its muscle memory to open up to what it had been use to. Abrams grabbed my waist with both hands and told me he was coming. I began thrusting faster and deep to insure his load goes as deep as possible. As soon as he was done with me, he got dressed right away and told me not to take too long that I had work to do. It was obvious at this moment to me, that I was.just an object for this man to unload in and nothing more. I also knew that the real purpose for him giving me this job was that I was a young faggot boy who enjoyed being used. Honestly, I did enjoy being used.
Mr. Abram’s used me on the average of 3 times a week. Sometimes more but after 4 months, Jason had come down to the basement in a hurry calling for Abrams concerning an issue on the floor with a customer. He accidentally caught Abrams with his dick in my kitty. I was embarrassed, why I don’t know. Maybe because it was Jason who warned me about Abrams and now here I was, with Abrams ramming it into me. It was quiet for the rest of the evening and I avoided any contact with Mr. Abrams or Jason. At the end of the shift I advised Abrams that I will not be returning. I asked him to please mail my pay to my home. I thanked him for everything and left.
The names in this story are fictional as to protect the identity of the actual individuals involved.
** It’s been sometime since I last wrote true stories here. I hope you find it entertaining.
See my other 8 stories under Hotbutt. I call it my hotbutt because I truly like having it stuffed.