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Blackmailed by fat employeeFirst ever story so constructive feedback and criticism is expected and sought. If offended by stories of adults and young teens offend you then please do not read on. Any similarities to any locations in the story is purely coincidental I was your average suburban k** growing up in Idaho, I had two parents whom were married and loved me deeply. Mom worked 12 hour shifts at a telecommunications company and my dad was a military man stationed oversees. I enjoyed the simple pleasures that were afforded to a 15 year old boy in the summer of 82. I was a keen skateboarder and ran track in school which gifted me with a rather good body shape for my age, I stood roughly 5’5 with a skinny frame to match, my hair was a dirty blonde color and hung scraggly down to my shoulders which was typical of a skateboarder, my dress sense screamed “I live, sleep and breath skateboarding” and I was proud of that.I was the type of teen that by 15 I had never had a girlfriend or had even kissed a girl and to be honest, I was perfectly fine with that. I had my skateboard, my skateboarding friends and a healthy social life in school and before this point I had never really taken any interests in sex with girls I mean I found girls attractive but I hadn’t developed the hormones that made every girl seem like a gazelle on the plains of Africa waiting to be pounced on. You could say I was carefree and still rather immature. I still giggled at the silly slang names people had for sexual acts and organs “creampie” ..”ball bags” lol. Yeah I was immature. That all changed in the summer of 83 just before my birthday. me and my mom was in the mall looking for a particular set of high value rubber skateboard trick wheels that my mom promised to get me for my birthday. I wasn’t spoilt but my parents believed in rewarding c***dren that do not bring them trouble and as I never brought them trouble I was rewarded often. We located the skateboard store and entered the automatic doors, it was a small store with skateboards hanging from the walls and several aisles of skateboard accessories such as screws, spare parts and books on skateboarding which created a sort of zig-zag of rows and aisles in the middle forming the shape of the store. I browsed the selection of accessories while mom waited by the counter chatting away to one of her work friends on her cell phone, after searching for a few minutes I had found the wheels I was looking for and brought them up to my mom at the counter. The look on my face did not match the look on hers as her face panned over the front of the case and as soon as her eyes locked on to the $160 dollar price tag a “hell no” look appeared across her face which was quickly followed by a verbal “HELL NO”. “Please mom you promised!” I pleaded and pleaded but no matter how much I pleaded and tried to explain the technical benefits these wheels would bring she was simply not budging. It was at this moment the overweight employee working behind the counter interjected and added “don’t mean to butt in but they are really good wheels and all the k**s are going crazy for them” to which my mom snapped back “then why don’t you give him $160 dollars for 4 tiny skateboard wheels?!”..the man behind the counter went bright red in the face and apologised before moving off and pretending to stack books behind the counter. My mom was a lovely kind woman but she was no push over and prided herself in having the ability to look any man canlı bahis in the eye and say exactly how she felt. I’d given up all hopes of having these wheels and just settled with looking at them and sneaking a sniff of the rubber whenever I was sure no one was looking, my mom glanced at her watch and turned to me and said she was heading to the shoe store and I could either follow her or hang about in the skateboard store, I obviously chose the latter. She gave me a kiss on the cheek and said I shouldn’t leave the store and she’ll be back in an hour and with that off she went. Here I was alone in the store of my dreams with just me, my thoughts and this set of awesome skateboard wheels. I new all my friends were going to make fun of me for declaring I was going to get the wheels only to return with a sob story and no wheels. Thoughts started creeping into my mind. “These wheels can easily fit in my pocket” …”I could pocket these wheels and ask mother for something else thus securing two gifts” …”I’ve been good all year so in a way I actually deserve these”. I’d made my mind up and once I was certain the man working behind the counter was distracted with one swift movement the Skateboard wheels was in my jacket pocket and I was heading out the store, my heart was beating and my palms was sweating profusely. I made my way through the maze of aisles and the exit was in site I had to practically force myself not to make a break for the door, I was counting down how many seconds until I had reached the exit. 10 seconds…9 seconds….8 seconds…7 seconds….6 seconds….5 seconds…..4 seconds… STOP RIGHT THERE! bellowed a voice from behind me, only God knows why I didn’t make a run for it then and there my skinny legs would have surely whisked me away and down the mall where I would have called my mom to meet me. But I didn’t.I just stood there staring at freedom only feet away frozen in the disbelief at my stupidity for thinking this would work and that it was worth it, I was too nervous to turn around so I just stood still while I heard heavy footsteps coming up behind me in a rushed pace. The employee behind the counter grabbed me by my arm and without saying a word ushered me through several back room doors before we finally ended up in a backroom that was no bigger than a prison cell, it was obviously used to store brooms, mops and other pieces of clutter. He wasted no time in telling me that he was calling the cops and that he needed my moms cell phone number. I burst into tears and pleaded with him not to call the cops, I started reeling off how much of a good k** I was and that I had never done anything like this before. He just smirked and responded with “im calling the cops because you k**s keep coming in here robbing, stealing and causing trouble”. I told him that we can make a deal that if he lets me go I will never enter this store again and I will put the word out to other k**s that the store is a no go for shoplifting so steer clear “. He paused for a moment before licking his lips and looking me up and down and responded with a smirk “you call that a deal? ” … ” im open to deals but you have to do better than that..” “Have you ever sucked a dick?” the fat employer asked with a tone of intrigue in his voice. my jaw nearly hit the floor… “are you being serious?” I asked nervously to which he responded “as serious as two heart attacks, I offer all the dumb k**s I catch stealing in here the opportunity to put bahis siteleri all this behind them if they suck me off and lets just say most of them don’t have criminal records” with saying that he walked over and locked the door that we had walked through.I tried to explain to him that I wasn’t into guys and that I was too young and that I had never done anything sexual with a person. This seemed to go in one ear and out the other as he slowly unbuckled his belt and leaned against a table full of clutter and junk. He opened a small cabinet in the corner and pulled out a small cushion that had old stains on it before throwing it on the floor in front of him “kneel on it” he said in a firm authoritative tone. I thought about running out the room screaming or hitting him with one of the brooms lying around but the reality of the situation dawned on me I was on CCTV stealing the wheels and there was no CCTV in here to prove that he sexually proposed a minor so basically it would be my word against his, I gave in and knelt on the cushion in front of him “I wonder how many other boys found themselves in this position” I wondered.He smirked again and unzipped his fly and lowered his pants down to his ankles he fished about with the opening of his Y front briefs and whipped out his cock, it was rather small with a profound head and blue veins running across the sides in comparison to his build i was expecting bigger. As he pulled his underwear down to his knees and lifted his grubby stained polo shirt a strong odour of fish and sweat emanated from his crotch causing me to dry heave and distort my face, his pubes were bright red and poker straight and matched his balding hair and thick mustache. He gave his cock 4 tugs and It grew to roughly 4 inches to which he rested his hands on his hips and gestured for me to suck it, I stalled for a second still taken a back by the sight and smell I was experiencing for the first time but eventually i moistened my lips and slid the tip of this foreign object in my mouth and he responded with a low deep sigh. The taste was no where near as strong as the smell which was still offensive to my nostrils but I continued to suck the head and flick my tongue back and forth over the opening at the tip. This went on for roughly 5 minutes before the fat employee stood up from the table and placed his hand on the back of my head and instructing me in the way a teacher would to “suck it deep and steady, let the drool build don’t worry about making a mess” I simply nodded as his cock was buried in my mouth and proceeded to take him deeper, his cock was now at full attention and stood roughly 5 inches rock hard with a tight pair of balls hanging closely underneath. I was now sucking his cock with a steady rhythm going deeper and deeper until my face was smashing against his pubic hair and his balls were making a wet patch on my chin, he twisted my shoulder length hair into a small messy ponytail so he could control the speed and depth I was sucking him. *slurp* *slurp* *slurp* was the only sound that could be heard in the room accompanied by the occasional splatter of my saliva hitting the cold tiled floor. This must have went on for 10 minutes when I noticed he was being rougher with my hair and was making noises that I couldn’t quite understand, his cock would pulse strongly every 10 seconds or so in contractions which I could feel against my bottom lip, this made me nervous as I had an idea of what was about bahis şirketleri to happen. The time between the contractions shortened and i could feel his cock pulse against my bottom lip every 3 seconds or so then guesswork was no longer necessary as he said in a stressed, breathless voice “OH God Im going to fill your fucking mouth” this made me panic and stop for a second as i looked up at him for confirmation that I had heard what I thought I heard to which he responded with “KEEP FUCKING SUCKING BOY!” and slammed my face back down on his rock hard dick that was now facing the ceiling it was so hard *Slurp* *slurp* *slurp* …..”OH FUCK HERE IT IS….ARGHHHHHHHHH!!!” he exclaimed …….at first I couldn’t feel anything just his cock spasming and sort of jumping like crazy in my mouth i felt a temporary sense of relief and thought”is that it?” …. “all the things I had heard about swallowing cum and this is it?” …well this isn’t that ba…my thoughts were interrupted as WOOOSH I felt a strong contraction followed by a powerful jet of warm liquid squirt up my tongue making me wretch deeply and close my eyes tightly this was accompanied by 2,3,4,5 jets of cum pumping in my mouth with such force that my face went red as a tomato as I was taken over by the shock of the amount of liquid I was being force fed, with each jet he let out a low “ahh” and I responded with a loud “oompf…oompf…oompf” sound as I tried to control my gag reflex. I started tapping his leg to let him know that i had a mouthful and to let go of my hair but he just ignored and kept up his oral onslaught “ahh ahh ahh” he continued to unload in my mouth so i had to forcefully pull my mouth off his cock which had stopped shooting and was now drooling heavily. I had to spit out what was in my mouth so I stood up with my hand covering my mouth and my cheeks obscenely bulging under the weight of his semen I desperately looked for somewhere to spit his foul tasting deposit but only could see the mop buckets so I spat his load in there and made a sour face as I got the full flavour his acrid tasting load. It resembled a salty chlorine cocktail with a bleachy musky scent. Once I had gathered my senses I asked the employee if we were even to which he simply chuckled and said “‘ll see you Sunday same time i’ll have another big one for you then” and showed me the way out, Once I was outside the store I realised that even though it felt as if I had been in there for hours and hours I had actually only departed from my mom just under an hour ago and could see her walking up towards me toting several shopping bags. Before she got close I quickly wiped off the dust on my knees and fixed my hair. “Hey hun you done looking at those silly wheels?” my mom asked innocently. “Umm yeah I think so, matter of fact I don’t even want them anymore mom” I said with a straight face. “You’ve been talking about them for ages what made you change your mind?” mom asked in a slightly concerned voice. “No reason, just don’t want them anymore” … luckily she never quizzed me any more on the subject and we departed from the mall. On the ride home my stomach was making funny sounds and I had a bad stomach ache there was a half mile stretch of road that was bumpy and with each bump in the road I could feel my stomach rising “Hey mom can you pull over I don’t feel too good” mom found a small service stop for me to get out the car and get some fresh air and maybe walk it off but I had other things in mind, as soon as I exited the vehicle I hunched over and threw up chunks of this mornings breakfast, the blueberry slushy I had before entering the mall and thick white globs of cum. Mom heard me retching and exited the vehicle…..

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