……..“Are you OK?” asked a very nervous and very pimply young guy wearing the store’s uniform as be looked down at me. “What happened?”�...I tripped and fell is all,” I lied as I lifted my torso out of the pool of ginger beer and propped myself up on my elbows.“It looked like he was doing it deliberate, like he was assaulting you or something.” “Well, it was a bit like that, but he was helping me really,” I said weakly.“It’s just that,” he said in short considered phrases, “If I had to testify in. This story isn’t related to our swinging exploits as it happened way before I even knew Ted and although I did have a boyfriend at the time it was nothing serious. I was 20 and studying at university and, as most people did at the time, did a variety of jobs to fund myself through my studies.On a Thursday evening I worked in a bar which suited me as Friday’s I had no lectures to got to so wasn’t bothered about having a late evening. As a result of working in the bar I also landed a small. Concealed behind the partition I abandoned myself to the complete worship of this pretty boy prick. He banged into the glory wall as his semen rushed down his pipes and out of his shaft. I was taken by surprise but glugged the first blasts down with delight. The remaining pulses were fed onto my tongue as I skilfully worked his cock head as though I was sucking the flesh of a cherry from its stone. It was bliss. His cum divine. He stepped back.“Thank you Tom, that was wonderful.” I said.“Oh. "Yeah," he admitted. "But I would still like some girlie to do it next time."For a while, she knew he would be quiet and she could get on with the housework. Once again, she wondered about her younger brother, he didn't seem as bright as he once was, not backward or moronic, just not as bright. She shrugged her shoulders and got on with the vacuuming, if a simple hand job kept him quiet for a few hours then it was a small price to pay.At fourteen, he was almost full grown and quite a big boy.