"What can I do for you?", I asked the boy standing in line. "I would like to fill out an application..are you hiring?", he said quietly. "I will be in the next month", I replied, "do you have any experience?". He shook his head. "No, I'm looking for my first job. I just turned eighteen, and I need something for summer before I go to college." I nodded absently. "Well, fill out an application anyway", I told him. I took it from him when it was complete, and I watched him leave after thanking me.
I run a Convenience store. It's not much, mind you, but I make a good living. A lot of work and worries involved, though. I walked back to the office in the rear of the store, and added the application to the stack already on my desk.
Over the next two days, I narrowed down the applications to 3 candidates. All had some experience, always a preference. I don't have the time or money to spend training people from scratch. I walked out to the front, and saw one of the applicants at the counter, the boy who had just been in a few days ago. I watched him walk over to the chewing gum rack, and deftly slide two packs inside the pocket of his shorts.
I waited a few moments before approaching him. " I was just going to call you", I said to him. He appeared somewhat startled, but composed himself rather quickly. "If you are ready for an interview, we'll go back to my office". He said he was, and he followed me back to the office. "Close the door behind you, please", I asked, and he complied. As he turned, I was on him immediately. "You want a job, and you have the gall to steal from a prospective employer..who the hell do you think you are?", I demanded.
"No..", he blurted out, "I didn't..what do you mean?". He tried to push me away to get to the door, but I grabbed his wrists, pushed him up against the wall, and pinned them above his head. One hand reached down into his pocket, and pulled the two packs of gum out as he squirmed. "This is what I mean", I said harshly. "I don't know if I should call the police or your parents..I'll let you choose".
He stopped his frantic efforts to free himself, although it would not have mattered. He was no more than 5'7", and 130 lbs. He could have struggled all day without getting free. I released his wrists, and walked over to my desk, sitting in the chair beside it. "Well?", I prompted.
He looked shaken and scared. "Please, my parents will kill me if they find out..I'll pay for the gum". "That's not the point", I countered. "I'm afraid you need a lesson, and I think I'm just the person to teach it to you. Shall I call your parents now?" "Please", he repeated, this time more pleadingly, "don't call them. I'll..take whatever..punishment you give..just don't say anything about this."
I phoned the front counter. "Cheryl..I'm conducting an interview..no disturbances or calls, please". I turned to him as I hung up the phone. "So, what do you think your punishment should be?", I asked. He nervously looked about the room. "I..I don't know", he stammered. "Well, I do. I think a good old-fashioned spanking is in order." "But..but..there has to be..another way". I could see him shaking as he stood in front of the desk. I shook my head. He was almost in tears; he somehow managed to hold them back as he walked around the desk to stand in front of me. He went to kneel over my lap when I stopped him. I motioned for him to remove his shorts, and he exhaled sharply. His breath became more like gasps. He hesitated. I waited patiently, and eventually he slid them down to his ankles.
I tried to contain my excitement as I glared at his young cock. Even limp, he had a good 3 to 4 inches, which meant a decent sized erection. And he was going to get one of those, I knew. He leaned forward over me legs, and I adjusted them so that his cock fell between them when he was fully in my lap. I then closed them, trapping it. I marvelled at the smooth, rounded flesh before me. He shook with anticipation of the first smack.
Instead, my hand went underneath my legs, coming up between them. My fingers lightly touched and traced the outline of the head. "Oh..", he gasped, and squirmed slightly. His breathing became very rapid and shallow as I continued. I worried that he would hyperventilate. But all that blood pumping through his young frame was having another effect. I now felt an erection pressing against the inside of my leg. I continued softly stroking and teasing him. "Ppplease..don't..make me..not that..", he softly pleaded.
There was no turning back, however. His erection was full now, and I started to stroke more firmly. He was starting to move more, and I was concerned he would fall out of my lap. I leaned forward, pressing my upper torso against his back, and my left arm curled over top of him, and pulled him firmly toward me. He would not fall off now, and I continued to toy with his erection.
His soft cries were mixed with moans now as my hand quickened it's pace. "No...please don't...do...this...I don't...want...", he panted, his breaths continuing in shorts gasps,"I...can...feel...oh, no...", he cried. No more words came from him, only moans mixed with the occasional soft grunt. He was very close now.
I saw his hands clench tightly together, and his legs kicked out at empty space. His head tipped back, but there was no sound, save for the explosive gasps of air he took in. I saw the look on his face, his eyes squeezed tightly shut, his face contorted by the intensity of the feeling. I felt his erection jerk convulsively, and I pulled more firmly on it, the warm sticky fluid erupting onto the floor and into my hand. I continued, using his cum as a lubricant, teasing the head of his erection, getting every last drop I could out.
He collapsed onto my lap, his breathing slowly returning to normal. I gently lifted him from my lap, and set him face up on the desk. He lay there for a few minutes, his cock still partially erect, his eyes closed. When he opened them, he saw I was staring at his naked form. He looked down at his cock; some of the cum still coated it, and had dribbled down to his pubic hair. He looked back at me, a somewhat confused look on his face.
He continued doing this, glancing from me to erection, then back to me again. And to my great surprise, he began to stiffen again. I stood up and leaned over him. "Shall I clean you up a bit?", I asked. He looked unsure, but nodded wordlessly. I smiled, and took his hand, placing it on the outside of my pants where my own very stiff erection pushed outwards. My head bent down, and I enveloped as much of him as I could between my lips. He groaned loudly. "Not so loud", I whispered. I deliberately teased the head with my tongue, then chastized him for being too loud. His head was very sensitive; you could see his body tense when I brought my tongue into contact with it.
I managed to unbuckle my pants, and slide my underwear down. He looked somewhat shocked at how hard I was, but his hand continued to stroke me. I was starting to get close, and this made my tongue and mouth movements even more frantic. "Again?", I asked in a hushed tone. "Y...Yes", he replied. I sucked and licked some more. "Are you sure?", I asked." "Please...don't stop".
I took him into my mouth again, and hungrily sucked and licked him at a furious pace. He groaned loudly, his hand pulling frantically at my erection. He exploded in my mouth, his body writhing with pleasure on my desk. This was enough to push me over the edge, and I felt his hand pulling crazily at my erection as the cum began to spurt from it. I collapsed over top of him on the desk, both of us gasping for air.
I got the energy to stand a few minutes later, and he was quietly watching me. "Are you all right?", I asked. "I think so", he said softly. "I'm confused, I think. I've never been with anyone before." "That's ok", I said reassuringly, "you did very well." "Can..um..well..", he tried to say something, but the words weren't coming out. I prompted him. "Can..I come back tomorrow..for another interview..?", he asked hesitantly.
The End