This story was written several years ago. I have written under other names including varihotm and varihott, so you may have seen this story before. I thought it was time to bring my stories over to Literotica. This story is partially based on personal experience.
My summer job after my last year of high school was working as a stock boy and all-around helper in a neighborhood mom-and-pop grocery store. They did a very good business on weekends, but it was typically very slow during the middle of the week when customers were few and far-between. The owner was usually off golfing during the week, so running the store was left to me and the store manager, Bob.
Bob usually was out front, waiting on customers, while I stocked shelves and did most of the heavy work, particularly spending time in the back room lifting and unloading boxes, moving 100-pound sacks of potatoes around, then unloading them into 10-pound bags. I was in good shape for the job because I spent a good part of my spare time working out at the local YMCA gym. I was just about 6 feet tall and still growing and weighed about 165 lbs, so I was lean, but had lots of hard muscle so I could do the job.
The only difficulty I had on the job was fending off the advances of Bob. Bob was gay and didn't mind that I knew it. When nobody else was around he'd rub close to me, sometimes letting his hand move across my ass. I quickly pushed him away, though, saying "no way, Bob!" But he often persisted, so I kept having to avoid letting him get too close to me. He was a nice guy and we were friendly, but I knew I had to be firm and not let him take advantage of me. I even thought about quitting the job, but I needed the money and I wasn't sure about how to explain my reason for quitting to my parents.
One hot, slow day in August I was moving and unloading those heavy potato sacks in the back room and getting very hot and sweaty. I took off my t-shirt to cool down, but the sweat was still dripping off my body. As I worked, I noticed Bob standing in the doorway watching me. I pretended I didn't see him and just kept working. I must admit I didn't mind having my body admired, even though it was by a guy. It made me feel sexy.
I even put it on just a bit by stretching my arms over my head and yawning, then letting my hands move down my torso to wipe the sweat away. I knew I was driving him crazy, and I was kind of enjoying it. Then I heard the bell indicating a customer had come into the store, and I saw Bob moving off to wait on the customer. I guessed that it was good that he wore one of the store's aprons, because it probably hid the bulge in his pants.
I thought no more about it, but 30 minutes later, Bob was by the door again. This time I didn't pretend, but said "Hi Bob, getting an eyeful?" He looked at me awhile, then smiled and said, "You enjoy teasing me with that hot, sexy body, don't you, Johnny? Nothing sexier than a hard-bodied guy with blonde hair and a golden tan, especially when that body is glistening with sweat. I just wish I could see more of it." I laughed and just said, "Don't you wish."
