Older Boss and His Brother

I'd just turned 18 and was looking to earn some extra cash to help with buying my first car. So, one summer morning I made it my mission to get a job secured. I walked around local businesses enquiring about work. The grocery store had just filled their last position, my dad's butcher friend didn't have anything to offer, but I struck gold the third time when I enquired at the hardware store.

I'd seen the owner, Tom, around town many times while growing up. In fact, he was probably one of the first crushes I'd ever had when my hormones had started going wild. He was a giant of a man in both height and stature -- generously over the 6ft mark, and as wide as the proverbial shithouse. A keen sportsman, I'd clocked him throughout the years playing various contact sports with other guys in the fields while I walked the family dog. I'd never been able to keep my eyes off him as his ripped, sweat drenched body writhed with the other hot guys, their musky skin rubbing together. Plenty of these visions had been stored in my "wank bank" over the years.

I approach the counter, and Tom is standing with his back to me messing with some goods on the shelf still unaware of my presence. This gave me a few seconds to admire his thick manly calves, so muscular that the material of his shorts threatened to tear at any minute. Despite my nerves of addressing him, I felt myself getting hard in my own shorts.

"Excuse me," barely audible, the nerves seemingly restricting my ability to speak.

Tom finished messing with the goods and turned around to face me. Fuck me, was he hot! I'm not exactly sure, but I had him down as being in his late 30's at the time and his masculine features were perfectly framed by his thick moustache. His dark brown eyes gazed at me, but instead of responding verbally he chose instead to use the raising of an eyebrow as his method of communication.

"I w-wondered. Do you have any jobs going?"

He paused for a minute, before shifting his gaze down from my eyes and to take in the rest of my body. Would this skinny kid be able to handle life in Tom's Hardware Store? I imagine he pondered if my frame would allow me to even carry a bag of sugar, never mind the hulking equipment he stocked? Besides, I'm on the shorter side too and would probably struggle to even reach the top shelf. His blank expression gave way to a slight smirk and a barely disguised guffaw.

He didn't need to say anything. I felt embarrassed. As if he'd hire me -- I wouldn't work out in a place like this. At this point he'd still not said a word, but he didn't need to, the message was clear.

"Okay, well thanks anyway," I offered as I quickly hurried out the store.

"Hang on kid, wait right there," he ordered. I stopped in my tracks. It wasn't so much the command that got me to comply. Rather, he possessed the deepest voice I'd ever heard in my life. Not only was Tom physically perfect, but that voice of his could have got anyone to do anything for him. Just as well I wasn't going to get a job here -- I'd have been putty in his hands.

"I've got something," he continued before I'd finished facing him again. "Only eight hours over the weekends if you're interested?"

Tom, I'd work eight minutes every weekend just to check you out, I thought. However, my reply was a more socially acceptable "Yes, please. That would be great. Thanks."

Tom now offered his first smile, and it really softened his expression, giving his eyes a kindness that had not previously been apparent. He ushered me behind the counter where we discussed the days and hours I'd work, and how much he'd pay me. You know, the boring admin stuff. I was to start this coming weekend.

It was a quiet Monday and Tom took the opportunity to show me around the back of the store. Throughout my years living there the only other person I remember working the store was Tom's (also handsome) brother on the odd occasion when was away. Other than that, it seemed to be his own domain. And the tour of the back area confirmed that. As expected, in held all the surplus hardware items ready to be stocked in the main shop once room had become available. However, it was what was in the other end of the room that took me by surprise. Tom had decorated the corner of a wall with various clippings from pornographic magazines. A few feet away from that wall was an old television that was hooked up to a DVD player, beside which there was a trashcan that contained numerous used tissue. My naïve younger self wondered what Tom might be watching on this television, and if he'd had a cold recently? A few weeks later this mystery would be solved, when Tom and I would take to breaking up the quieter times with some viewing pleasure.

For now, though, I didn't want to look easily shocked so made sure not to react to the pictures on the wall. I think this impressed Tom and he patted my shoulder with his heavy hand. "We're all men, son. Got our needs!". This is the first time I'd ever heard an older adult imply to anything sexual, and with it happening to be Tom, this just made the semi I'd been sporting since the beginning of our interactions kick into full force. I knew what I'd be doing as soon as I got home!

Luckily, the pants I was wearing concealed my excitement, so my hard cock went unnoticed as Tom finished his guided tour. We returned to the front of the store which was still devoid of customers.

We said our goodbyes and I agreed to start my first shift at 9am that Saturday. Tom said he would run me through everything needed on the day. What I didn't expect were that some of those things would go against every professional employer/employee conduct code imaginable -- and I was all for it!

I went home, lay on my bed, and had the most intense jerk thinking on Tom cumming to those magazines of his.

This was the start of what would turn out to be the hottest summer of my life, one that would take some unexpected turns.