The Record Store

Noah had always been a bit of a dreamer. He was lost in his thoughts as he wandered around an unfamiliar part of the city, taking in the sights and sounds of his surroundings. As he turned a corner, he felt drawn to a small, cozy music store on the corner of a quiet street. Large glass windows displayed a variety of musical instruments, vinyl records, and CDs. The storefront had a vintage feel, with a wooden door that creaked open as he entered.

Noah was immediately struck by the warmth and nostalgia of the space. His eyes widened as he took in the eclectic lighting and vintage decor. He felt as though he had stumbled upon a secret world for music lovers. He had always dreamed of working in a place like this, surrounded by the passion and creativity of fellow musicians.

The store was a treasure trove. He explored the space longingly, admiring the shelves and racks filled with guitars, drums, and keyboards. The walls were adorned with posters of iconic musicians, and album covers lined the counter. He was thumbing through a box of new wave albums when he suddenly heard a voice behind him.

"Can I help you find something?"

Noah turned to see a figure emerging from the back room. Noah was struck by the man's rugged appearance and confident demeanor. He looked like he was in his late 40s, tall and broad, and carried a few extra pounds. Noah was immediately drawn to him.

"I'm Robert, the owner of this place," the man said, his voice low and gravelly.

"I, um, I was just walking around and I saw your store," Noah stammered. "I've always loved music, and this place looks amazing." The words spilled out of him. "I'm Noah." He added, feeling a bit awkward.

Robert grinned, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Nice to meet you, kiddo. We've got everything a music lover could want. What kind of music do you like?"

Noah's eyes lit up as he launched into a passionate description of his favorite artists and genres. Robert listened with interest, nodding. There was something about the way he looked at him, the way he spoke, that made Noah's heart race. He felt admiration and respect for the older man.

"I, um, I was actually wondering if you had any job openings," Noah said tentatively, his heart racing as he broached the subject. "I would love to work here."

Robert raised an eyebrow, studying Noah with interest. "Well, I suppose I could use some help." Robert said, his voice low and smooth. "How old are you?"

"Eighteen," Noah said, clearing his throat. "I'm a hard worker and I... I've worked in retail before, so I know how to handle customers and keep the store looking its best."

Robert nodded, his eyes flicking up and down Noah's body as he crossed his muscular arms over his chest. "We'll see about that. But I have to say, I'm impressed by your enthusiasm."

Noah smiled, trying to ignore the heat spreading to his cheeks. "I'll do everything I can to prove myself."

Robert leaned in. "I'm sure you will, but I'm not just looking for someone who's reliable. I'm looking for someone who's passionate."

"Passionate about what?" Noah asked.

"Passionate about everything," Robert said. "About work. About music. About... life."

"I'm passionate," Noah said eagerly.

Robert stepped closer and chuckled. "I can see that." Robert placed a hand on Noah's back and motioned for the boy to follow him. "Let's discuss this in the back."

Robert led him behind the counter and opened a small door, ushering Noah through it. When they were alone in the back room, Robert sat down in a chair and motioned for Noah to take the seat opposite him. Noah's palms were sweaty as he sat down, his eyes fixed on Robert's face.

"So, Noah," Robert said, leaning forward slightly, his voice low and husky. "Why do you think I should I hire you?"

Noah swallowed, trying very hard not to glance at the man's crotch. "I'm a hard worker," he said, his voice shaking slightly. "I'm reliable and I'm willing to do whatever it takes to get the job done."

Robert raised an eyebrow. "Is that so?" he said, his voice low and seductive. "Are you sure you're up for the challenge?"

Noah's heart rate increased as Robert's tone shifted. He could feel the tension in the room mounting, the air thick with anticipation. He licked his lips nervously, his eyes fixed on Robert's face. "I... I think so."

Robert leaned back in his chair, a small smile playing on his lips. "I like you, Noah," he said. "You're cute, But I need someone I can depend on. Someone who can handle anything I throw at them."

Noah felt a jolt of excitement shoot through him. He wanted to prove himself to Robert, to show him that he was capable of anything.

Noah nodded eagerly. "I can handle anything," he said, the words rushing out of him. "I'll do whatever it takes to prove myself to you."

Robert eyed him appraisingly. "Is that so?" he said. "We'll have to see about that."

Robert stood up and stretched, his broad chest straining against his shirt. "Well, Noah, I think I've heard enough," he said, a glint in his eye. "I'm willing to give you a trial shift tomorrow. But be warned - I have high expectations."

"Try me," Noah said, his voice growing stronger.

"Oh, I intend to." Robert said, helping Noah to his feet.

Noah stood up from the chair, his body tingling with excitement. "Thank you," he said, his voice breathless. "Thank you so much."

"Don't thank me yet," Robert said. "You have a long way to go to prove yourself to me."

Robert's intensity scared him, but Noah couldn't deny the attraction he felt toward the older man. He knew that he was willing to do whatever it took to please Robert and secure the job.

-

The next day came and Noah arrived early for his trial shift. When he walked into the store, he saw Robert behind the counter.

"Hey, Noah," Robert said, smiling warmly. "Glad to see you're punctual."

Noah felt a rush of heat flood his cheeks. Noah tried not to stare, but he could't help but notice the way Robert filled out his clothes.

Robert explained how to work the register, his voice deep and soothing. As he demonstrated, his body inched closer to Noah's. Noah felt his boss's warm breath on his neck as Robert leaned over to point out buttons on the machine. Noah tried to focus on what Robert was saying, but the man's proximity was making him light-headed.

"Are you okay, Noah?" Robert asked with concern.

Noah nodded, unable to find his voice. He felt exposed and vulnerable. Noah could feel himself getting hard. But he was eager to prove himself to Robert, to show him that he could be a valuable employee, so Noah focused on the man's words and did his best to ignore his growing desire.

As the day went on, Noah worked diligently, doing everything to the best of his ability, but he was under a microscope. Every time he looked up, he found Robert's eyes on him, studying him with an intensity that made Noah feel naked. His heart thudded in his chest every time Robert got close to him. Noah tried to keep his mind on his work, but his body responded to every bit of attention Robert paid him.

Noah's desire grew stronger as the hours passed. He found himself stealing glances at Robert. He longed to feel the man's heat, to feel his body brush against his own. But he mastered himself and focused on his work.

Noah was wiping down the counter when Robert came up behind him and placed his hands on Noah's waist. Noah froze.

"You're doing a great job, Noah," Robert whispered encouragingly.

Noah shivered at the sound of his name on Robert's lips. He wanted nothing more than to turn around and kiss Robert, to press his body against his and feel their heat mingle together. But he knew he had to keep his cool, to keep his head down. He wouldn't let himself ruin his chance at the job.

At the end of the day Robert approached Noah and handed him a wad of cash. "Good job today," he said, his voice low and husky. "You're a hard worker. Come back tomorrow, and we'll see if we can't make you a permanent member of the team." Noah couldn't help the surge of excitement that went through him at those words, and he thanked Robert with a smile. His heart leapt as he left the store.

Noah thought about Robert on his way home. He wondered if he was the only one who felt the electricity between them. He couldn't wait to see his boss again, but he couldn't shake the feeling that he was playing with fire.

-

Noah arrived at the store early again the following day, eager to impress Robert and secure himself a permanent position at the record store. But his boss was nowhere to be seen. Noah set up the register and was settling into the environment when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned around to see Robert standing behind him, smiling in a way that made Noah's heart race.

"Good morning, Noah," Robert said, his voice low and husky. "Looks like you've got things under control here."

"Absolutely," Noah replied, surprised by Robert's closeness.

"Good," Robert said, then leaned in to whisper "I'll be in the back if you need me."

Noah loved the intimate way that Robert interacted with him and shot his boss a winning smile as the man strode away. He was beginning to feel comfortable here.

The day passed quickly as Noah worked hard to keep up with the demands of the store. He loved his job and was doing pretty well at it without Robert around to distract him.

At the end of the day, Robert pulled him into the back room and Noah could sense that something was off. "You did well today, Noah," he said.

Robert was standing too close to him, his hand resting on the boy's shoulder. His masculine scent enveloped Noah and sent his head spinning. Noah shivered involuntarily.

Robert had a serious look on his face, but his eyes were kind. "I think you've got real potential, kid. You're a hard worker and you're eager to please. But there is one final element of the job that I need to discuss with you," Robert said, his voice taking on a darker tone.

Noah was confused. He had already been taught how to work the register and restock the shelves. He was quickly learning the store's layout and inventory. What more was there?

Robert leaned in closer to Noah, his breath warm and intoxicating, "Some of our best customers are accustomed to a certain... level of service".

"Oh," Noah said, relieved. Customer service was his specialty. Being friendly and agreeable came naturally to him. "I love taking care of customers."

Robert appraised the boy. "These customers expect more than the usual help,"Robert confided. "I'm not sure you're up to the task."

"Try me!" Noah said, eager to secure his position.

Robert chuckled to himself. "You've got a great attitude, Noah, but there's something I haven't told you about this store." Robert took a deep breath and searched Noah's eyes. "Most of my customers are men, and men have certain... needs. Meeting those needs is what sets this store apart. It's how I've managed to stay in business for as long as I have."

Noah didn't know what his boss meant by this, but he nodded agreeably.

"I think you'll understand, being a young man yourself with... urges," Robert continued. "My customers have come to expect an outlet for those urges, so..."

Robert's eyes met Noah's. "So we take care of them."

Noah blinked, uncertain of what his boss was trying to say.

"They get blowjobs, Noah. They get their dicks sucked and they come back for more," Robert said, exasperated.

Noah's eyes widened in shock. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. "I... I don't know if I can do that," he stuttered.

"I completely understand," Robert said, a little disappointed. "This job isn't for everyone. But you'll need to be comfortable with providing that service if you take this position." Robert's face darkened, his eyes narrowing. "Do you want to work here, Noah?"

Noah swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest. He wanted the job. But this? This was another thing altogether. He was sick to his stomach as he felt himself nod.

Robert's face softened again, and he placed a hand on Noah's shoulder. "Don't worry, I'll teach you everything you need to know."

Noah's heart sank. He had never given a blow job before, and the thought of doing it for a stranger was terrifying.

"Can't I just... refuse?" Noah blurted, feeling a bit stupid for asking.

Robert shook his head. "I'm sorry, but it's part of the job. If you're not comfortable with it, I understand. But I won't be able to keep you on as an employee."

Noah felt trapped. He wanted the job, but the thought of performing oral sex on strangers terrified him. He didn't know what to do.

Robert must have seen the fear in his eyes, because he took a step forward and caressed Noah's cheek reassuringly. "Don't worry, I'll teach you. I'll make sure you're comfortable."

Noah could feel his heart racing. Robert's touch was electrifying, and he felt himself becoming aroused despite his fear. He wanted to please Robert, to make him proud, but he didn't know if he could do this.

"I understand that this might not be a good fit for you," Robert continued, "and I'll understand if you don't want the job."

Noah thought about the store, about Robert. The way his boss looked and smelled, and the pride he felt when he earned Robert's approval. He pushed his concerns away and made a decision. "Okay, I'll do it," Noah said, trying very hard to sound confident.

Robert's eyes twinkled. "Good boy. Let's get get you trained up."

Robert closed the door to the back room and turned off the lights, plunging them into darkness. "Now, the first thing you need to know is that you have to be invested," Robert said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Take your time and make him feel wanted, make him feel like he's the only person in the world that matters."

Noah nodded, too scared to speak.

Robert unbuckled his belt, pulled it out of it's loops, and tossed it aside. "Now, Noah, I want you to do exactly as I say," he said, his voice commanding.

"Yes, sir," Noah whispered, feeling dizzy.

"Good boy," Robert said, taking a step closer to Noah. With that, he began to unzip his pants, revealing the hard bulge in his briefs.

Noah's eyes widened as he realized he was about to get a glimpse of his boss's cock. Robert pulled his pants down to the floor and rose back to his full height, hands on his hips. Noah stared, unsure of what to do.

"Go ahead," Robert said, gesturing to his cock. "Touch it. Get a feel for it."

Robert reached out and guided Noah's hand to his crotch. Noah could feel his own hard-on straining against his briefs. "This is what you're working with," Robert said, his voice encouraging. "Now, take it out."

Noah took a deep breath and slowly sank to his knees in front of Robert. He tentatively reached out and pulled his boss's underwear down over his hips and then to the floor. He looked up at Robert and wrapped his hand tentatively around the hard length of the man's cock. It was hot to the touch and he could feel the veins pulsing beneath the skin. Noah couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. Robert moaned softly as Noah started to stroke him.

Noah's mind raced as Robert stepped forward. He knew what was coming next, but he didn't know how to prepare himself for it. He tentatively licked the tip, marveling at the way it twitched beneath his tongue. "I don't know how to do this," he said, looking up at Robert with wide eyes.

Robert smiled down at him. "Don't worry, I'll teach you. Just open your mouth and take it in.

Noah hesitated, but Robert's hand on the back of his head urged him forward. He opened his mouth and took in the head of his boss's cock. It was salty and musky, and he could taste the pre-cum on his tongue. Something awakened inside of him.

"Now open wider," Robert instructed.

Noah complied, closing his eyes as Robert's cock filled his mouth. He had never tasted anything like it before, and he didn't know what to do with his tongue. It was all so new to him, but he was surprised at how quickly he caught on.

"That's it," Robert said, his voice low and rough. "Suck it like that. Use your tongue."

Noah's mind was a blur as Robert began to teach him. He felt a mix of fear and arousal as Robert showed him exactly how to please a man.

Noah did his best to follow Robert's instructions, bobbing his head up and down as he his tongue caressed the shaft. He could feel Robert getting harder and it made him feel powerful.

Robert's hands were in his hair, guiding him expertly. Noah felt like he was drowning in the sensations, and he didn't know how to come up for air. He was lost in the moment. Robert's distant voice was low and gentle as he encouraged Noah to keep going, telling him how well he was doing. Despite himself, Noah felt a surge of pride at the praise.

Robert's breathing was becoming more and more ragged. He could tell that his boss was enjoying himself. Noah tried to focus on his technique, using his tongue and increasing his pace. Robert moaned, running his hands through Noah's hair. "That's it, boy," he whispered. "You're doing great."

Noah pushed his mouth deeper onto Robert's cock, eager to excel at his task. His mind was foggy, his body alive with sensation. Noah felt himself becoming more and more aroused.

"Relax your throat, Noah," Robert instructed. "Take it all in."

Noah tried to do as he was told, but the sensations were almost too much to bear. He pushed himself, accommodating more of Robert's cock and opening his throat to the man. He pushed his face deeper into Robert's skin, deep-throating him, his nose buried in Robert's pubic hair.

Robert's moans grew louder and more urgent as Noah worked, his hands clenching and unclenching in pleasure. But as the minutes ticked by, Noah began to feel a sense of dread in the pit of his stomach. He couldn't imagine having to do this for strangers. Noah ignored the feeling and redoubled his efforts.

"Good boy," Robert said, stroking Noah's hair. "That's a good boy."

Robert's moans grew louder, and Noah could feel his own cock straining against his pants. He was afraid he might explode then and there.

Robert's hands tangled in Noah's hair as he pushed himself further down his throat. Noah's eyes watered as he tried to keep up, taking in as much of Robert as he could. He felt like he was suffocating, but he didn't want it to end.

Finally, with a guttural groan, Robert came, filling Noah's mouth with his hot, velvety cum. Noah tried to swallow as much as he could, but some of it spilled out of the corners of his mouth. The taste was salty and bitter. As the room came into focus Noah started to feel ashamed of himself.

Robert pulled away and dressed himself. "That was great, Noah. You're a natural," he said warmly.

Noah grinned up at his boss, wiping the the man's seed from his face. He didn't know how to feel about what he had just done, but he couldn't deny the excitement that was coursing through his body. He knew that things between him and Robert would never be the same again.

Robert leaned in close, his lips just inches from Noah's. "I want you to come back tomorrow," he said, his voice low and seductive. With that, Robert gave Noah a deep, passionate kiss, sending shivers down his spine. As he pulled away, Noah was left breathless and wanting more.

"You're a good boy, Noah," he said, helping him to his feet. "I think you're going to do very well at this job." Robert gave him a smile before letting him go. "I'll see you tomorrow for your first day as a full-time employee."

Noah didn't know what to say. He felt like he had just crossed a line, but he didn't know how to go back. "Thank you," he said softly.

Noah left the back room in a daze. He couldn't believe what he had just done. He had desired Robert from the moment he first saw the man, and sucking his boss's cock had been exhilarating. Yet the thought of doing it for Robert's customers gave him a different feeling altogether.