Norman

It was a complete stroke of luck.  I was definitely 16 at this point, and had just started 6^th Form. Although my parents were pretty generous with pocket money, I had discovered the illicit joys of drinking under age and thus never quite had as much money as I thought I needed.  Dave and I were walking to the bus stop and walked past the local general store. As we walked past, we saw the proprietor, Norman, posting a notice in the window advertising the post of a weekend shop assistant. 

We walked a few steps past the shop when I said to Dave “I’m going back to see if I can have the job”

“You don’t want to work there. He’s queer” said Dave. It was true that that was the rumour that circulated amongst the local kids.  Norman was a bachelor, aged probably in his early 40s, who ran the shop with his mother. He was extremely camp in his mannerisms and speech – a very dapper man with heavily Brylcreemed hair.

“Its money, Dave” I said. Dave already had a Saturday job at this time at our local Woolworths.  I turned back and said “Can I have the job, Norman?” He said he could not see why not – “You’re a respectable boy” and said I was to start on Saturday and see how I got on.

I’d been working there about a month when, as we were closing on the Saturday, Norman asked if I wanted to have a beer before I went home. I did. We went upstairs to the living area and he poured me a can of pale ale. He lit up a cigarette and asked if I wanted one. I did - I’d been smoking since I was 14.

We chatted away about various customers who had been in the shop while I drank my beer and then I left.

The next day, Sunday, we did the same thing after work but this time I noticed there were a couple of nudie magazines on the table – Mayfair, if I remember correctly.  Norman saw me looking at them and said I could take them home if I wanted.

When I took them back the following Saturday, they were both well-thumbed. That evening, he gave me a magazine - a foreign one - that showed couples fucking and sucking. I had never seen such pornography before and my erection was obvious. It was at that point that Norman reached for my fly, unzipped me, and took my cock from my shorts

He brought me off as I stood at the table, and my come splattered the pages of the mag. As soon as I was spent, a feeling of utter disgust, shame and embarrassment overcame me. I did myself up and practically ran from the shop.

I did not go into work the next day and even took a different route to the bus stop to avoid passing the shop. By Wedneday, though, my feelings of excitement, of actually wanting to do it again, overcame me. I went into the shop to apologise for not going in Sunday. Norman said he understood and would pay me. He asked if I had told anyone. I said I had not. I then told him that the next time, I wouldn't run.

Half an hour later, we were both naked and bringing each other off. I was very surprised that my cock was actually bigger than his.  The next night he sucked me off for the first time, I reciprocated and discovered a love of the taste of semen that I still have today

We never went did more than mutual masturbation and oral sex. There was never any kissing or cuddling. Our "relationship" went on for nine months until Norman told me that he was selling the shop because his mother wanted to move to London to be near her mother. Three weeks later, I was working for the new owners, the first Indian family I'd ever met.