Dale's Story
My name is Martin Keller. I'm 31 and I own and run a little "mom and pop" store that I inherited from my dad when he passed away a couple of years ago. I don't really need to work because of my inheritance, but I keep the store running in memory of my dad.
I hired Kevin to help out at the store for a few reasons. First, I needed some help because though I didn't want to close the store down, I was also getting tired of being there every single day. Second, he was quite the little babe with a very cute Bostonian accent. Whenever he said my name it came out "Mahten" with barely any "t." He was about 5'9", dark wavy hair, pale/smooth/beautiful skin. Lastly, when he walked in the store I was afraid he was looking around to steal something, and since I was attracted to him I figured I'd at least get him talking to try to figure him out.
I remember that day very clearly. It was early May, and the weather was beautiful. My home is in Pasadena, CA which runs lengthwise along a mountain range. The beach is only 25 miles away, so much of the year you can either go hiking (or sometimes skiing) or go to the beach on the same day -- each is only an hour or so away (or, in my case, the beach was an hour in traffic and the mountains were about 10 minutes). My store is in "old town" Pasadena, which is a renovated section of the city.
As I said, Kevin was walking around the store eyeing the candy bars on the shelves and the fruit and sandwiches in the freezers. I sat behind the counter reading the paper, and I folded it and put it down when he walked up to me.
"Can I tell you something, sir?" he asked. It was the first thing I ever heard him say, and his accent was almost comically stereotypical of Boston.
"Yes" I said, eyeing him up and down. He was wearing tennis shoes and socks, long shorts and a tank top.
"It's not too clean in here" he said, nodding at the shelves over his shoulder.
"Well, thanks a lot" I said, sarcastically.
He smiled and ducked his head, embarrassed. "Sorry" he said, holding up his hands. "I just meant -- well, look" he said. "Maybe I could clean up in here a little bit for one of those sandwiches" and he nodded at the freezers along the back wall.
That was not at all what I was expecting him to say, and I suddenly looked at him with different eyes. He was clean, so I didn't think he was homeless, but there was something very odd about him.
"You don't have any money?" I asked him.
He looked down and said, "I'm sorry. This was really stupid" and he started to walk away.
"Hey, hold on" I said, and he looked back at me.
"Are you really willing to work for food? Like the homeless signs always say?" We have legions of homeless people in L. A. County.
"I'm not like that" he said, frowning, but I thought I heard panic in his voice.
"How old are you, kid?" I asked him.
"Twenty-one" he said. He looked younger, but I believed him.
I reached into my pocket and pulled out a $20 bill, deciding to take a chance on him. "Why don't you take this" I said, holding it out to him, "and go get me the spaghetti and sausage, not meatballs, at the Italian place down the street. I also want some garlic bread and a root beer. You get yourself whatever you want, okay? Get yourself something to drink and some dessert, too, if you want it." His face lit up like a Christmas tree as he reached over and took the $20 from me.
"After we eat you can clean this whole place up. Is that a deal?"
"Yes, sir!" he said and walked out of the store. Hope I see you again, I thought. I was 99% sure he'd come back with my lunch, but if he didn't I was only out $20 bucks and I had at least taken a very small chance and assumed the best in another human being. It was something my dad would have done, and it just felt right sitting behind his counter while minding his store.
As 20 minutes dragged into 30 and then into 45 I started to feel a little sad, but then suddenly Kevin walked back in the store with two bags. "Where have you been?" I asked.
"Sorry" he said. "I'm sorry. You probably thought I ran off or somethin'."
"No" I lied. "I'm just starving."
"There's only one person working there right now" he said, and as he tore into his food I wondered when his last hot meal had been. He had gotten exactly the same thing I had, in addition to a large piece of chocolate cake. He handed me my lunch, a receipt, and exact change and together we cleared away part of the end of the counter and ate together. He wolfed his food down, and when he started on his cake I asked him if he wanted some milk and he said, "Yes, sir" passed a mouthful of chocolate.
I got him the milk from one of the coolers along the back wall and it and the cake were gone in less than a minute. "Oh, my God" he said, "that was so good. Thank you."
"I find I always do better work on a full stomach" I said. I was just making a sincere comment, but the smile on his face suddenly vanished and he said, "Yes, sir" and immediately started to clean up the counter. I shrugged, showed him where all the cleaning supplies were and he spent the next four hours cleaning the ENTIRE store. He worked methodically, starting at the far end and working his way toward the front.
He didn't talk much, didn't complain at all, and never asked for a break. When he was finished he came up to me and said, "All done. You wanna have a look?"
I laughed and said, "No, that's okay. I've been watching. You do good work."
"Thank you, sir" he said, smiling.
I bit my lip and took another chance: "Where are you sleeping tonight, Kevin?" I asked him.
He stepped backward involuntarily and said, "Home" but he looked away, embarrassed.
I reached out my hand and as he shook it I said, "If you want to work for me, you need to be honest with me."
He actually blushed! It was so cute. Looking at his feet he said, "Okay, I don't know yet. Probably the park. How'd you know that?"
"I didn't" I said. "Just a guess." He jerked his head up and pulled his hand away from mine, looking suddenly fearful.
"Why don't you hang around here for another hour and then I'll lock up and we'll go have dinner together. You can tell me what's up with you."
"Okay" he whispered, and I patted his shoulder hard and said, "Okay."
We went to the same Italian restaurant where I had sent him for lunch, and he ate again as though we hadn't had lunch at all. I liked this restaurant because their food is good, and their waiters are gorgeous.
Over dinner he told me that he was, in fact, from Boston. He and his mom had moved to Colorado when he was 13, and she had been killed in a freak car accident on an icy road last December. He had sold all of their belongings and taken what little money she had and hitchhiked out to California. I could tell he was leaving parts out, but I didn't press him. Talking about his mom clearly upset him.
He had qualified for the student rate at the local YMCA, and it was only $24 for the entire year for a restricted, pool-only pass. The pool had showers and toilets, and he had been going there very day to clean up. The last driver that took him all the way into California was a college aged guy who pulled into a gas station to refill. When Kevin had come out of the bathroom the guy was gone, leaving him only his old school backpack which had some clothes and other personal items. Most of his money (except for what was in his pocket) was gone.
"I ever see that bastard I'll kill him" he concluded. I have a pretty good sense about people, and I believed his story, even though I knew he was leaving things out. I told him that he could come home with me and work at the store, and if things worked out he could stay on at the store and move later if he wanted to. I made it clear he'd be on probation for a little while since he was really a complete stranger to me.
"Yeah, I understand" he said. He glanced at the waiter as the check was placed in front of me and said, "Can I ask you something?"
"Sure" I said.
"I don't want to make you mad" he said.
"Just ask" I said.
He lowered his voice and said, "Are you queer? 'Cause I'm not, but I'm okay with it if you are."
It caught me totally off guard and I laughed out loud. He laughed, too, and I said, "Yeah, I'm gay. Does that bother you?"
"No" he said. "You wanna change your mind now?"
"About working for me and staying with me?" I said.
"Yeah" he whispered and looked down at his plate.
"No, I don't want to change my mind" I said. "You're very cute, but it's also obvious you're not gay."
He laughed nervously and said, "Okay."
Kevin and I got along famously, and he was an excellent worker. He didn't wear much around the house -- often just little running shorts he had. Sometimes after a shower he'd walk around the house in just a towel. He wasn't a tease or anything. He seemed truly oblivious to the effect he had on me, and I spent many nights jacking off to fantasies about him, resigned to the fact that they would only ever be fantasies.
Two months quickly went by, and I knew from his employment paperwork that his birthday was coming up on July 11. I didn't acknowledge it at all that day, and he didn't either. I made an excuse to leave the store early and trusted him to lock up the place. I stopped at the Italian place down the street from my store and picked us up dinner and a cake I had had them specially make.
At home I set the diningroom table (we usually ate in the kitchen or livingroom) and lit some candles and put his present in his chair. I had gotten him a pair of rollerblades I had once seen him eyeing when we went to the beach together.
When I heard him come home I walked out of the kitchen with our food and started putting our plates down in the diningroom. "What's all this?" he asked.
"Happy birthday, Kevin" I said. I knew he had no other family, and he was kind of shy and slow to make friends, so I thought this would be something special for him.
"You -- " his throat worked convulsively, and he wiped at his eyes and said, "That's real nice. You gay guys sure know how to make stuff look good."
I laughed and clapped him on the back as he walked forward and gave me a short, tight hug.
"Oh, excellent!" he said, noticing the food. We had a very nice meal together, and in addition to the food we finished off most of a bottle of wine.
"Well, open your present" I said, excited to see his reaction.
"Maybe later" he said, setting it aside and not looking at me.
"All right" I said, frowning. I thought he'd be excited, too, but I didn't push it. "Stay there" I said, and got up and went in to get his cake. I only put one candle on it, lit it, and carried it out to the diningroom singing happy birthday. He looked at his plate, embarrassed, only glancing up at me a few times.
"...birthday to you" I concluded, but instead of blowing out the candle he looked up at me and there were tears in his eyes.
"What is it?" I asked.
He reached out and pinched the candle out with his thumb and index finger and pushed himself angrily away from the table.
"Kevin, what's wrong?" I asked.
He turned to face me and there were tears running down his face. It broke my heart to see him like that.
"You're my friend, right?" he asked.
"Of course I'm your friend" I said, and I smiled, trying to get him to lighten up. I figured he was missing his mom or something, and I just wanted to make him happy for his birthday.
He shuffled over to me with his arms pathetically held out, and I stepped forward and hugged him and his arms hung loosely over my shoulders and he cried like that, leaning most of his weight on me.
"It's okay" I said, quietly, and hugging him tightly. "Do you miss your mom? Is that it?"
He cried harder and shook his head no, and after a brief while he pulled back and wiped at his nose, getting his crying under control.
I stepped into the powder room and brought out a box of tissues and handed it to him. As he blew his nose he said, "If I tell you something will you still be my friend?" and he started to cry again.
"Kevin, come on!" I said, putting my arm over his shoulder. "Of course I'll still be your friend. What is it? What's wrong?"
"It's not my birthday" he whispered. That confused me, because I was sure that it was. I had photocopied his license and filed it with his other paperwork.
"Well," I said, "I'm pretty sure I got the date right. Is -- "
He interrupted me and said, "No" and pulled away from me, walking into the livingroom.
He sat down on the couch and put his head in his hands, and then he looked up at me with the most wretched look I think I've ever seen on another person's face and said, "I'm not even Kevin. That was my brother, all right? I've been lying to you" and again he burst into tears.
I sat down next to him and put my arm over his shoulder again, and he leaned over to me and cried and cried. I put my other hand on top of his head and eventually he croaked out, "I'm sorry" and then started to ramble but none of it was intelligible through his tears.
"All right" I said. "Shhhhh. I can't understand you right now, okay? Just cry it out a little bit and then we'll talk" and he sobbed some more and clung to me like a little kid.
Eventually he got some control over himself and pulled away from me. In a tight, strangled voice he started to speak, moving his hands for emphasis: "Kevin and my mom were killed together, okay? They were both in the car. They tried to stick me in a foster home and the guy was an asshole and I ran away. I look just like my brother so I've been pretending to be him, okay? You wouldn't hire me if you knew I was just a kid."
I was stunned, and as I looked at him, speechless, he put his head in his hands and cried hard. I put my hand on his back and rubbed up and down and finally said, "So what IS your name, buddy?"
"Dale!" he wailed, and then his arms were around me again and I hugged him tightly to me. His whole body shook as he totally gave in to his emotions. It must have been so hard for him, losing his family like that and suddenly being completely on his won.
"How old are you, Dale?" I asked.
He pulled away from me and said, "Almost 18" again wiping at his nose.
"And you've been on your own since when?" I asked.
"February" he said. "Valentine's Day, in fact."
"Why did you run away?" I said.
He sighed heavily and said, "They put me in a foster home with this asshole and his wife; the Pursers." He blew his nose and continued. "I got in a fight with his brother, and as punishment he told me to take my pants down so that he could spank me. Like, right there in front of his wife and his brother and that guy's wife. When I told him to go _f_u_c_k_ himself he and his brother pinned me down over the back of the couch and they pulled my shirt off and then they took my pants AND my boxers down and strapped me bare assed in front of everybody." His crying had stopped and his eyes were hard with the memory of it.
"I'm sorry" I said, putting my hand on his shoulder. "You know you should have told the authorities, Dale. You didn't have to run away."
He laughed bitterly and said, "His brother WAS 'the authorities.' He was the guy who placed me with them in the first place. Who was going to believe me against him? Anyway, they strapped my ass pretty hard and then they made me walk across the room with my pants still down so I had to hold my hands down in front -- you know, to try to cover myself -- and I couldn't walk very good because my pants were all tangled and I had to stand in the corner for a long time and then his parents got there and they made me keep standing there like that and then I had to walk back over and apologize to both of them and shake their hands before I was allowed to pull up --" he started to cry again, and I put my arm over his shoulders while he wept into his hands.
I tried to imagine what that must have been like for him, his mother having just died and being so utterly and completely humiliated in front of a bunch of people he didn't even know but was being forced to live with.
He swallowed his tears and said, "I snuck out that night and I haven't been back since and if you tell anybody they'll send me all the way back to Colorado and probably to those assholes and if you did that I'd really hate you, man, because -- "
"All right, shut up" I said, pulling him to me and hugging him tightly. His voice caught in his throat again and he cried a little more as I said, "I"m not going to tell anybody, okay? It's all right. You're safe with me."
He pulled back and looked at me with blurry tears and said, "You're my best friend, Martin." It came out, "Yuh mah bst frend, Mahten" and I laughed and hugged him to me again.
"When will you be 18?" I asked.
"September" he said, sniffing loudly.
"Well" I said, "after that no one can make you go back."
His face brightened and he actually smiled then. "Okay" he said, hiccoughing.
"Is there anything else you've been keeping from me?" I asked.
"No, sir" he said, shaking his head and looking very grave. "I'm sorry that I lied to you. I'm really sorry."
I patted his shoulder and said, "You do it again and I'll put you over my knee." I was joking, but he gulped and said seriously, "Yes, sir."
Dale -- it was hard to switch to calling him that -- was a different person around me after that day. He had always come off as kind of a tough kid, and he certainly was that, but when it was just the two of us he totally let his guard down and I got to know the really nice boy that he was.
A couple of more months passed and he turned 18. He said he didn't want me to do anything for his birthday because I had already done so much before. I didn't think I had done all that much, and since his birthday fell on a Saturday I suggested we make a day of it and go hiking up Eaton Canyon (one of the local mountain trails). We stuffed his little backpack with water and sandwiches and cookies and headed out at first light.
There's a stream that runs down Eaton Canyon which makes it a popular hiking spot, but if you take the other route -- up the side of the mountain that at first takes you away from the water -- you eventually end up way above the stream where there are numerous waterfalls and shallow pools. Since it takes a good three hours to get that far, almost no one does it, and with another hour's effort you get into some very secluded area.
We were in that fourth hour and had just crawled our way down the side of a waterfall where it was dry and not slippery and plopped down into the shallow pool below.
"This is great!" Dale shouted as he splashed through the edges of the pool, coming out on the far side. He plopped down on a mound of sand and started to rummage through his pack. Tossing me a sandwich and one of the bottles of water he said, "This really is great, Martin. Thanks."
"I'm having a good time, too" I said.
We ate the sandwiches and had some of the cookies and saved the rest in case we got hungry later. It was quiet and secluded and warm, and I felt drowsy and just leaned back on the soft sand and closed my eyes. The waterfall roared gently several feet away and the sound of it was starting to lull me to sleep when I heard Dale hooting and hollering and splashing through the water.
I sat up and was momentarily blinded by the sun, and as I lifted my arm to shield my eyes I saw that he was stark naked and dripping wet with a wide grin on his face.
"Come on in!" he said, waiving me in with his arm.
My dick grew instantly hard and I didn't want to freak him out so I said, "Maybe in a while."
"Oh, come on!" he said, and started to trudge through the water toward me. His skin was absolutely smooth and beautifully pale. He barely had a tanline, and the lovely tone of his skin was only interrupted by small wisps of black hair from under his arms and of course his pubes. The hair on his thighs was minimal, though it did grow a bit thicker on his shins.
He stepped out of the water and walked over to me, and as he turned his back to me and pointed at the water saying, "Come on! It feels great!" I reached up and slapped his butt.
He jumped, surprised, and I said, "Birthday boy in his birthday suit, huh?"
He laughed and I stood up and said, "Which reminds me, we haven't given you your spanking yet." He laughed nervously as I gently grabbed his upper arm.
"Oh, come on" he said, with a disbelieving and nervous grin.
"Come on, birthday boy" I said, pulling him over to a low bolder just a few feet away.
"Mahten" he said. "Yuh not serious."
I sat on the boulder and looked up at him, patting my lap. "Let's go, kid" I said, indicating he should go over my knee. To my surprise and my extreme delight he stepped forward and laid across my lap! I guess I was more than half joking when I said it, but I didn't really think he'd do it.
I put my hand on his butt and he laughed. "I can't believe I'm letting you do this" he said, and laughed some more.
I rubbed my hand across both his cheeks and smacked him once, tentatively. "Ow!" he said and clenched his cheeks. Again he laughed nervously.
"You can take that" I said. I hadn't hit him that hard.
"I'd never let anybody but you do this" he said, and I squeezed his right cheek and then started spanking him repeatedly. SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK. I gave him 10 quick smacks and then rubbed my hand up and down his smooth, hard cheeks. I wanted this to last, and I wasn't going to give him more than 18. He giggled as I squeezed each of his cheeks, and then clenched and unclenched them involuntarily as I lifted my hand as though to smack his bottom again but then waited.
"Come on!" he said, jerking his body on my lap.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK. I gave him six more quick smacks, again not very hard. Once more I kept my hand raised high above his butt, enjoying the site as he clenched and unclenched his cheeks.
"Two more" I said.
"Yeah, I know" he said, and clenched and unclenched some more. I caressed his butt a little more and he said, "You _f_u_c_k_er. You're really trying to make this last, aren't you?"
SMACK! I finally landed a hard one across both his cheeks.
"Oh!" he said. "Guess I'll shut up now" and he laughed some more.
SMACK!!! I landed the final blow, good and hard across both his cheeks. "Oh, mother _f_u_c_k_er!" he said, but didn't get off my lap.
I caressed his back and his butt, and I wondered why he was staying there. I liked it, mind you, but I said, "You want to get up now, birthday boy?"
He hesitated a moment, and then stood up and said, "Okay, but I've got a boner" and put his hands on his hips with his stiff dick pointing right at me. He laughed nervously and then nodded at my crotch. "So do you."
I laughed embarrassedly and adjusted my hardon inside my pants so that it wasn't so noticeable. He was so beautiful just standing there totally unashamed after I had just spanked his tight little bottom.
He grabbed his dick and said, "You wanna jack off together?"
"What?" I said, startled.
"Come on" he said. "I did it with Kevin a couple of times. It's okay if we don't touch each other" and he let go of his dick and walked out into the water a little bit. He turned back around and faced me then. He then spit into his hand, grabbed his dick and started stroking it. Smiling, he said, "You stay there and I'll stand here" and he closed his eyes and started stroking his thick little dick.
I looked nervously around for a second. We were out in the middle of nowhere and the chances of anyone happening upon us were almost nil. I undid my pants and pulled out my dick, not fully believing what was happening. I spit into my own hand and started to stroke my dick, but as I looked up at Dale he said, "No man. Not like that. Strip down. You got to see me. It's only fair."
"You want me to take my clothes off?" I said.
"Everything" he said. "Come on. It's the best way" and he let go of his dick and just stood there with his hands on his hips, waiting for me to comply.
I pulled my shirt off over my head and then yanked my pants and underwear down and off. I stood up and grabbed my dick, but he said, "Everything man. You gotta be completely naked out here with mother nature" and I kicked off my shoes and then pulled my socks off.
"All right!" he said, smiling. He closed is eyes then and started to yank his hard dick. His hips moved a little bit, and he reached up with his left and rubbed his chest. I wanted to touch him so badly, but somehow I knew that if this was going to be any good I'd have to stay where I was.
I slowly stroked my dick, wanting this to last. He was so very beautiful out there in the middle of the shallow pool, his eyes closed, the sun shining down on his body, stroking his meat like there was no tomorrow. When he opened his eyes and started to walk toward me my heart began to pound in my chest.
He came and stood next to me, shoulder to shoulder, and said, "You close?" still stroking his dick.
"Yeah" I said.
"Let's see who can shoot the farthest" he said. "Loser carries the pack all the way back."
"Okay" I said, almost breathlessly. "You want to do it together? Same time?"
"Uh-huh" he said, gasping. "I'm pretty close."
"Me too" I said, my whole body tightening as I tried to hold back until he was ready.
"Now?" he said, then "Oh, now!"
"Yeah!" I said, and together we shot our loads toward the water. We both spurted several times, but his had to go at least 4 feet in front of us. We both grunted and moaned, and it was totally hot and rewarding, even if I never laid a hand on him.
"Oh, yeah!" he said when he finished. "Man! That was hot!" He pointed his finger at me and said, "You lose" and ran into the water. "Come on in!" he shouted, and I followed him into the pool. Our dicks quickly shrank to normal because the water was so _d_a_m_n_ cold.
We each tried to stand under the waterfall, but the pressure of the falling water was too much. We splashed each other, and then he tackled me and we fell together into the deepest part of the shallow pool. We wrestled around like that and neither of us even got hard. It was just the two of us playing around, more like brothers than anything else.
Eventually we dragged ourselves out of the water and laid down on top of our own clothes on the sand. We were both lying on our backs looking up at the sky when he said, "Did it give you a boner to spank me like that?"
"Yeah" I said. I wanted to be honest with him.
"Well," he said "if you're nice to me maybe I'll let you do it again next year" and I was startled as his cold, wet hand patted my ribs.
We laid in the sun like that for a while more before finally gathering our things, pulling on our clothes, and starting on the long hike back to civilization.