The cold November wind was blowing hard into Jay's face on his long walk to work that Saturday morning. Making his eyes water so much you would have thought he was crying. He pulled the short, and somewhat inadequate, fleece jacket a little tighter around his chest and trudged on. He had no idea that today his life was going to take a big change of direction. Behind him a car gave a little beep beep as it went by, the driver assuming the cute little ass wiggling along the pavement was a girl's. Jay didn't react, he was used to it. His slight frame and long (for a boy) dark wavy hair made him look quite feminine. The ponytail and the black skin tight stretch denim jeans wrapped around his pert shapely bottom didn't help much either. Jay had even been told he was "pretty" before, so being mistaken for a girl was nothing new.
"Dick head" he muttered to himself, but deep down inside he felt a little thrill of excitement, just at getting the attention. It was quite a long walk to work, Jay lived with his mum in the less desirable part of town. But the shop he worked at was on the high street in a rather more affluent area. Jay had worked for Mr Evans in the shop for a few years now, on and off, he started when he was 15, delivering papers, it was more of a newsagent back then. But, around the time Jay started college, Mr Evans stopped delivering papers, except for a few special cases, it just wasn't worth the effort any more he said, and the shop became more of a convenience store. Some time later he called Jay, out of the blue, and asked if he wanted to work in the shop weekends. Jay was glad of the chance to earn some money, but didn't really enjoy the work. Being shy and socially awkward he was uncomfortable with the customers, but tried his best to be friendly and was always polite.
"Morning... you okay?" Mr Evans asked, noticing Jay and the tears streaming down his rosy cheeks as soon as he walked in the door.
"Just the wind." Jay replied, nodding and wiping the tears away. Jay liked Mr Evans, he was a serious and stern looking old man, in his late fifties or early 60s who, like Jay, also seemed to take on another persona specially for the customers. Usually Mr Evans (he told Jay to call him Dave but Jay felt very uncomfortable doing that), was a more reserved person who kept himself to himself, he was always kind and pleasant to Jay though. Mrs Evans however, was the opposite. She she was loud and a bit cude, she lived to chat and gossip with the customers and was in her element in a busy shop like theirs. She nodded hello at Jay as he entered the store and continued chatting behind the counter with Megan, a cousin or niece or something, who also worked there part-time.
The day went as usual, by ten the shop was starting to fill with customers and everyone was busy. Mr Evans was in the tiny office at the back of the store doing some paperwork while the girls manned the sales counter and got Jay to do the odd jobs, like making a brew. He knocked softly on the slightly open office door then walked in with a coffee in his hand.
"Coffee?" he inquired, and Mr Evans nodded, peering over his reading glasses. Jay leaned across the old man sat at the desk in the very small room, to place the hot cup on the mat on the far side of the desk. Dave leaned back in his chair a little to give Jay more room, and he momentarily admired the shapely bottom of the young man as he stretched over the desk. Jay left the room and a moment later Dave watched, through the small two-way mirror that looked out into the store, as Jay walked to the counter with coffees for the girls. There was something about that boy, was it the way he moved, or the small T-shirts he always seemed to wear, Or maybe his long slender legs and curve of his bottom in those tight jeans? He stood and leaned closer to the little window, watching as Jay reached up high to get something off a top shelf for a customer. Jay's T-shirt lifted as he raised his arms displaying his smooth slender waist and bellybutton. Dave shook himself mentally and looked away, picking up his coffee and getting back to work. He was a happily married man and there was no way he would get involved in that sort of carry on, but still, he enjoyed looking.
At lunchtime everyone other than Mr Evans alternated a half hour break. By mid-afternoon things would start to quiet down. Mr Evans would leave for a couple of hours at about three, then come back in time to lock up. Mrs Evans and Meg would gossip behind the sales counter, and Jay, as usual, made his way down stairs into the basement storeroom.
The main storeroom was about half the size of the shop above and was somehow always warm and a bit stuffy. The walls were bright white and the room was well lit by a single, long strip light on the ceiling. The walls were lined with shelves and the floor was strewn with stock that needed sorting. Jay got to work eagerly, working as fast as he could, because it was getting close to his favourite part of the working day. When he was almost done he stood for a moment at the bottom of the stairs, listening. He could hear the girls upstairs chatting, as usual, so felt confident he wouldn't be disturbed. In all the time he had worked in that shop, he had never seen Mrs Jones or Meg go anywhere near the basement, too many spiders for them.
Feeling excited now, Jay moved quietly to the back of the cellar store room, where a step up, led through a small arch, into a dark and spooky second room at the back of the main storeroom. Lit only by one small weak bulb, mounted on the wall separating the two rooms, this room was much smaller with a low ceiling and five rows of old wooden shelves that went from floor to ceiling and from the back of the dark room up nearly to the front, leaving just a narrow walkway by the lit wall, so you could get to each row. Most of the shelves were filled with stuff that wasn't used much, like Christmas decorations and old shop fittings. But a couple of months ago, while having a little nose around, Jay had found a large cardboard box that looked a bit out of place. He had opened it and found inside a number of large brown envelopes. Some sealed, some not. Each envelope had a name on it and contained at least one, specialist adult magazine.
These were not your standard top shelf offerings. These were magazines for all manner of sexual kink and perversion, BDSM, pregnant, gay, hardcore, cross-dressing, mature, even some with animals. Jay quickly, but carefully, rifled through the envelopes and found one that tickled his fancy. He lay the magazine on a shelf, the dim light shining over his slender shoulder just about managing to illuminate the pages. Jay flipped through the magazine, enjoying the photos and reading the stories. It didn't take long for his tight trousers to bulge uncomfortably. So Jay unfastened the button at the waist, pulled down the zip. As he eased his tight black jeans down over his hips his excited boy clit popped free and, with his trousers around the top of his thighs, Jay started to pleasure himself.
Dave usually had some lunch, then relaxed for a while before going back to the shop to lock up. But today the missus was going out with some friends and wanted to leave the shop in time to get her hair done. So Dave got back to the shop earlier than usual.
"Jay downstairs?" he asked the girls after he had put his coat in the office, they nodded and Dave headed to the basement to see how Jay was doing. Dave made his way down the stairs and into the basement quietly. But Jay was nowhere to be seen in the stockroom. He stood for a moment, a little confused, and was about to go back upstairs when he heard a shuffling sort of noise from the dark archway that led to the back room. He suddenly began to feel suspicious, so he crept across the storeroom and peeped carefully through the small archway, expecting to find Jay playing on his phone or something.
