Yes, my mom helped me get this job. I'm quite happy she did, it's not too easy to get a job as a 15-year-old who wants to save money. Especially in our small town, where even some adults struggle getting work. I work at a small fast food joint. My shifts can get boring as we don't see much traffic. There are a few busier times throughout the day, especially during lunchtime and after people get out of work at around 5-6pm and come grab a quick bite before going home.

I often do shifts with just one another person. That person has to be an adult. Today the only other person working is my manager, Mr. Pearson. Although if no one else is around he let's me call him Fred. I've been nervous the whole day, hoping he doesn't find anything lacking with the work I do. But I shouldn't be nervous, he is actually a really nice guy. My interview was terrible, but he recommended hiring me anyways. And he isn't ancient like my teachers or parents so he understands how to talk to me without asking constantly what I want to be when I grow up or how's school going. I think he's 22… or was it 25? Anyway, he is old, but not ancient. He's also super chill, he let's me take long breaks in the quieter times. He thinks I do school work but I mostly browse my phone, mindlessly going trough the same apps over and over again.

Recently I've had other things to do as well. I've finally admitted to myself that I like boys. And I don't mean that I am gay. That I've known for a while. Or at least I though I did. But finally I've admitted to my self that, although some men and older boys can be hot, I mainly like young boys before they reach puberty. I have a 12-year-old brother. I'm obviously not interested in him! But some of his friends are really good looking. Especially my brother's best friend, Jackson. He's on the same team as my brother. He has a nice athletic build, but still looks cute and has that high-pitched voice of a kid.

I follow Jackson on Instagram. He has a picture of himself from the beach wearing just swim shorts. His wet, well defined boyish body has been a recurring character in many of my fantasies. I just wish I could pull his shorts down and see what he's hiding there. I hope that like my brother he is smooth down there. I think 12 is a wonderful age. Just before puberty. Jackson's dick and balls have probably grown but still look nothing like the privates of an older teen. That's at least how I imagine it.

I've gotten most of my fantasies from this website that hosts erotic stories of boys. They spice up the fantasies I have of me and Jackson. But I found one thing to be even more exciting, creating a story of my own. I've spent most of my breaks in the last few weeks by writing a story about a 15yo boy who meets a 12yo boy while on vacation. They get together, fall in love and have lots of hot sex. The names and some details are changed, but the characters are obviously based on me and Jackson. I find writing the story to be really hot and I hope others will think so too.

I can feel my dick getting hard. And for a good reason. I'm writing a part of the story where the teen has hot anal sex under the moonlight. How hot must that be. I imagine it feels amazing.

But I get interrupted. I hear a voice calling for me.

"Liam, could you get more paper from the back?"

"Sure!" I answer and leave the break room.

I get the paper from the room behind the kitchen and go to the cash registers. But Fred isn't there. I check the kitchen, he isn't there either. That's weird, maybe he's gone to the toilet or something.

But he hadn't. As I open the break room door again I see him sitting there looking concentrated. Is that… is that my computer? Oh fuck, he is reading something on my computer. He has a huge grin on his face.

"Quite an interesting story you have here, Liam" he says.

"What are you doing? That's my computer!"

"You left it right here in the open. It got me curious. So, who are these characters based on? The teen is obviously you, who is the boy?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Yeah you do, this story on your computer. Who is this boy based on? Or maybe I need to ask your mom if she knows?"

"No! You don't. It's… it's Jackson. One of my brother's friends."

"Oh? Jackson. That's nice. Is he hot?"

"What?"

"Show me, what does he look like? Is he hot? Oh come on, don't be shy!"

I take my phone from my pocket and go on Instagram. I open Jackson's profile and pick the latest picture he has posted. A selfie taken in his room. You can see his face and the t-shirt he is wearing.

"I see. Cute looking kid. Have you ever seen his dick?"

That question caught me off guard. "No."

"Shame. I'm sure you'd like that. So he's 12. Is that the age you like?"

"I don't know."

"Come on, be honest. What age do you like?"

"Around 10-12 I think."

"Oh nice. Ever seen a boy that age naked?"

"Yeah, my brother. He's 12."

"Does he have any hair?"

"I don't know. I mean I don't think so. I haven't seen it that close."

"Most people that age don't. I'm sure Jackson is smooth as well."

Damn. Thinking about Jackson naked like that is making me hard. I hope he is hairless. That would be hot to see.

"So you like 10-12-year-old boys. I like boys too, but not that young. Guess what age I like?"

He likes boys too? I though that was rare. Maybe he even liked my story. I hope he doesn't tell anyone what he found out about me. That would get me in trouble for sure.

"Well? What age?"

Fred smiles before answering. "Around twelve to fifteen."

"I'm 15." I say, sounding more confused than I intended.

"Well that's convenient. Take off your clothes."

"What?"

"Strip naked for me. I want to see your sexy body."

"Why?"

"Liam you're incredibly sexy. I've wanted to see you naked for a long time. Come on, do me a favor! You'd love to see Jackson naked, right?"

"Well, yeah."

"So do me a favor and show me that body of yours. I've never had a sexy teen like you strip for me."

Sexy? Did he really call me sexy? No one has ever done that. And I definitely don't think I'm good looking. I have short, black hair and my face isn't cute. It has lost the roundness of younger kids. And that's what I think is cute. But does he think my face is cute? Or does he like my body. But why would he do that? I'm a bit chubby and don't have nice muscles like some other boys do. But hearing Fred begging me to strip is kind of hot. Maybe I should do it.

"Well, ok."

I unbutton my shirt and take it off. Fred cheers me on and keeps telling me I look great. He doesn't stop when I take my shirt off. He must really think I'm sexy. I remove my belt and open my pants. This is it. I drop my pants and step out of them.

"Yes! I knew it!" I hear Fred cheering.

"Knew what?"

"That you're a tighty whities guy! I've tried to see the waistband of your undies and I was sure they were briefs."

I blush and look down at the floor. I was indeed wearing tight, white briefs from Fruit of The Loom. They were a little too small for me. My mom insists we don't buy new clothes until necessary.

"Hey, don't be shy. I love boys in briefs. They fit a good looking boy like you perfectly.

I hear a camera sound. I see Fred is holding his phone. Did he just take a picture of me in my briefs?

"So sexy." I hear Fred saying while looking at the screen. I smile. I like how happy it makes him. I just imagine how happy it would make me to get a picture of Jackson in his briefs.

Fred walks closer to me and grabs my package through the cotton of my undies. No one else has ever touched me there. It feels nice.

"Oh hell yeah, you're hard already. And you're huge! You must be what, eight inches [20 cm] long?"

I smile. He's obviously joking and maybe trying to make me feel good. It's obviously nowhere near that long! But I do think it's good size.

Fred takes his phone out again. "Ok, now take them off."

I pull my briefs down. I'm completely naked in front of him. I try to awkwardly find a place to keep my hands. I have a boner that's pointing in Fred's direction, I know that he is looking at it.

I hear the camera sound again.

"You're so sexy. What a beautiful cock. How big is it, I'm sure you've measured it?"

And yeah, I have measured it. Everyone has! Some are just unwilling to admit it. "Five inches [13 cm] when it's hard."

"Wonderful size, be proud! I'm sure Jackson would be jealous."

I'm flattered. He likes my dick! I look down and I am indeed proud of it. It's good size and good shape. I like my balls and pubic hair, too. So much to be proud off.

"Now do a spin for me! I want to see the backside."

I turn around and hear another set of compliments.

"Damn! What a sexy, plump ass. Perfect shape. I would love to fuck you hard."

He takes another picture. I smile again. I find it kind of hot to think how he will wank looking at pictures of me. Just like I do with pictures of Jackson. I finish my spin and I'm facing Fred again.

"Can I touch it?"

I nod and he grabs my hard dick and starts wanking me. I gasp. It feels so much better when someone else wanks you. He takes my whole dick in his fist and continues stroking it.

"You like this?" he says.

My breathing gets louder. "Mm-hmm" is all I manage to mutter.

"Close your eyes. You can imagine Jackson stripping slowly in front of you."

My heart rate rises and I close my eyes. I start thinking of Jackson.

"Imagine his hairless cock being hard as he pulls his pants down." Fred speaks slowly while stroking me. This feels amazing. "Now imagine him opening his mouth and taking your dick in his mouth."

Immediately after finishing the sentence he stops wanking me. I feel a warm breath of air before something, warm, moist and soft wraps around dick. His lips. I feel his lips moving up and down, taking all five inches of my dick inside his mouth.

This feels so much better than the hand. I don't even have to imagine Jackson doing it. Fred doing it feels amazing enough. I knew it would feel good. I didn't know it would feel this good.

My breathing gets heavier again. Fred picks up the pace, sucking even harder and faster. Instinctively I start moaning. I close my eyes and focus on the good feeling.

I've seen plenty of porn where men get their dicks sucked. But there is so much going on: his lips, his tongue, even his hands.

I can feel I'm about to cum. I moan even louder. Now it's happening. My body stiffens and I cum. Pump after pump of my cum lands in Fred's mouth.

I open my eyes. Fred is licking the last drops of cum from my dick.

I catch my breath and wait for my pulse to lower to a normal level. I smile and my smile turns to a grin. That was one of the best feelings I've ever experienced.

"You ready for the next part?" Fred asks.

"What?" I manage to pant.

"Let me fuck you. I want you and your sexy ass."

And I want him. "What do I do?"

"Get on all fours."

I do as he tells me, getting on all fours on the floor. I'm still hard. The idea of being the sexy boy in someone else's fantasies makes me hard.

I wait for him, but nothing happens. I look back. I see him squeezing something on his dick. Is that lube?

"What's that?" I ask.

"Lube. Makes this go a bit easier."

"Where did you get that?"

Fred laughs. "I guess I always hoped for this to happen, so I've had a bottle of lube here since the day you starter working here."

He gets on his knees behind me. He guides his lubed dick to my asshole and starts pushing in. I feel pressure in my ass as he goes deeper inch by inch.

"Fuck, you're so sexy."

I can feel his dick inside of me. It feels weird, almost uncomfortable. He slowly goes deeper. I'm not used to this feeling on pressure in my ass. My nerves reacting to a sensation they've never felt before.

"Mmm, yeah. I'm all in. Your ass feels amazing. You like it?"

"Yeah…" I moan. It hurts. But it hurts in a good way. "Fuck me hard." I blurt out.

"With pleasure."

Fred places his hands on my hips and starts thrusting in and out. First slower and shorter thrust but going faster and deeper as he continues. My dick is hard and bouncing up and down in the same rhythm as the thrusts. I want to please him.

"Fuck me harder!"

And he does. Going balls deep with every thrust. He's moaning my name.

"Fuck yeah! Take my cock Liam. Make me cum!" Fred says as he keeps pounding my ass. I hope he is about to cum.

He goes for one last thrust and stops. His cock is buried in my ass, as I hear him moaning. He came.

Fred sits naked on the couch as I get up.

"That was one the best fucks I've ever had. Was it your first time?" Fred asks me.

"Yeah."

"You did great. And you seem to have liked it too, huh? Fred says as points at my still stiff dick. I feel my behind aching but the pleasure is overwhelming.

"Yeah. I wanna do it again."

"I'll gladly fuck you again. Right now I'm just out of ammo." he says, points at his soft dick and laughs.

He looks at his phone and smiles. "I sent the picture of you in your tighty whities to a friend. Someone you might be interested in meeting."

"What?"

"Yeah, and he would love to meet you."

I'm intrigued. Who can it be? I'm eager to find out.

The End