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Back at the warehouse they were berated as Stefano’s Pa sanctimoniously indulged his Angry Boss routine. If he had even the slightest notion of what really took place that afternoon, his fury would have been limitless and only too real (and, Dan was careful to remind himself, very possibly murderous). But in the end everyone just clocked off and went home like usual. Then Dan spent a weekend in Hell.

He worried from minute to minute that Stefano’s Dad would discover the truth, and would unleash his Sicilian wrath. The man was no great threat in himself, but the extended Liotta family had terrifying connections. There was even this evil uncle with a fucking hook-hand who used to visit the shop. Dan dreamed all kinds of nightmarish scenarios, involving secluded basements and rusty implements of torture. He was playing with fire right now.

He wanted desperately to call the boy, or send a text, or facebook messenger, or anything to make sure they were cool. He imagined Stefano was suddenly regretful or distressed. What if the lad hated him now? But he couldn’t bring himself to make contact, afraid he might somehow make things worse or betray their secret. His nights were sleepless and his days were long.

Stefano on the other hand had a blast of a weekend. Like any regular teen, he didn’t give a thought about how anyone else might be doing, and having refused to take his Pa’s disciplinary seriously, he went forward riding on a high. His mad encounter with Dan made him feel like a different person. He was no longer a virgin. No longer a child. He was a red-blooded, sexually active, full-grown male. Cocky in every sense of the word.

He swaggered about like he owned the place, making hotshot jokes with his mates, and snubbing his girlfriend like he had attained some kind of Stardom. Later, when she confronted him about this arrogant display he had nothing to say for himself, and tried to patch things up by getting sexy with her. She was having none of it tho, and spun on her heel. Didn’t dampen Stefano’s spirits though. He knew he could get all the sexual attention she denied him from Dan instead.

When he got back to work Monday morning he was ready to flirt. Danny looked kind of apprehensive and mysteriously forlorn at the start of the day, but Stefano soon put him at ease with a few dirty remarks. The Big Man was clearly maraş escort infatuated. He could hardly keep his eyes off the boy, and Stefano worked it with winks and smiles.

By midmorning Dan was placing cheeky slaps on teenager’s ass, and before lunch hour came around he’d already pulled his sweetheart close by the waste in a loving embrace. Stefano stared deep into Dan’s eyes, waiting for his Buddy to take the lead. He thought they might kiss, but Dan let him go again, saying,

“Later, babe.”

A Grown Man was calling him babe now. It felt so dangerous and sinful. He liked it.

They were both unsure of how to leave things at the end of the day.

“Hey, you wanna come back to mine?” Dan suggested conspiratorially, glancing down the hall to check they weren’t being overheard.

“Um, Mum’s cooking dinner…” the teen mumbled ambivalently.

“Yeah, right, of course,” Dan nodded, remembering just how crushingly inappropriate his affections were. “Listen, I probably shouldn’t…”

“Tomorrow.” Stefano interrupted, “I’ll say I’m going round a mate’s house.”

Their grins lit up the warehouse, and Stefano watched Dan mount his motorbike and skid away with heartbeats pounding in his ears.

The Sicilian teen was so anxious thinking about calling on Dan that he left the house without making himself ready. He was already halfway across town when he suddenly realised he hadn’t changed out of his work clothes. He often wore his work gear into the evening if he was just lounging about at home. But never if he was leaving the house. Dan would think he was such a dweeb showing up in his shabby work shirt! He should definitely have put fresh underwear on at least, but it didn’t make sense walking back now. Did it?

“What am I doing?” he cross-examined himself.

He could have just gone back and forgotten about the whole stupid thing. Was he really going over some Bloke’s house to have sex with him? Was he gay now, is that what this meant? He decided to keep going, but felt silly.

The door to Dan’s flat was round the side of an old electricals shop at the top of Gloucester Road. He hit the buzzer and waited.

“Hey sexy,” Dan answered, in his grubby white vest and threadbare boxers.

Made Stefano feel a little less embarrassed about not having made an effort. maraş escort bayan He still blushed on his way up the stairs.

Dan’s flat was a simple place. A narrow kitchen, a bathroom, a bedroom and a lounge. He’d been playing Mortal Kombat on a big flatscreen before he answered the door. A beer stood half drunk on the side.

“You want a beer?” Dan offered, popping the cap off another bottle and inviting Stefano to join the game.

They played a little while, Dan winning every time and celebrating his wins with lewd, audacious displays, grabbing his crotch and flipping Stefano the bird. The walls of the flat were plastered with heavy metal posters. Stefano didn’t recognise a single band. He guessed they were listening to one of them now, all roaring guitars and barking vocals. Somehow he couldn’t shake his nerves.

“You’re quiet tonight,” Dan prodded.

Stefano just couldn’t think what to say.

“Are you blushing, babe?” Dan persisted, making the boy blush further, “You’re literally never lost for words at work when we might get caught any minute, but as soon as I get you alone…”

Throwing his joystick aside, Dan slid down upon his crush with lustful intent. His hands stroked and clasped every part of the lad. He kissed Stefano’s neck and collar, he pinched his nipples and balls through his sweaty clothes. Stefano swooned and flinched at every touch, overcome with passion.

“You’re such a bad boy, Stefano!” Danny whispered.

“No I’m not…” Stefano protested weakly, wondering why Dan kept telling him that?

“Yeah you are, looking so sexy all day, showing everyone your Calvin’s under your shirt. Giving all the warehouse lads dirty boners in their pants.”

Dan lifted the boy’s shirt to lay kisses on his belly and run his fingertips under the elastic of the offending boxer briefs in question. The Trucker was blowing Stefano’s tiny mind right now. He never thought about his Calvin’s showing before.

Were the guys in warehouse really watching for a glimpse of his underwear? Dave? Gary? They were straight tho. The notion he might be turning their heads was just too hot.

“You’re dirty, showing up here in your stinky work gear,” Dan continued, “you’re cruising for a proper spanking, boy.”

This is how Dan liked to talk to goth girls when escort maraş he brought them home, get them wet. But now he was talking dirty to a boy instead. His Boss’s sexy 19 year old son.

He was definitely going to fuck him. He had to. What if this mad chance never came again?

“Bad boys like you need to be fucked, babe,” me mumbled, “to teach you a lesson.”

It was happening! Stefano’s heart beat louder as he came to terms with his fate. A big sexy man was going to fuck him in ass.

Dan’s impatient erection had been poking the boy through his boxers all this time, but now he let it out, straightening himself up so it swung above Stefano’s bewildered face.

“How’d you like that, gay boy?” Dan goaded, checking the kid’s wide-eyed expression of amazement.

Dan just had big old dick. Fat like a coke can. He knew it was something special, and always got a kick out of girl’s faces when they realised he’d be stretching them to their limits. And now boys were gasping at the sight too. He’d been blessed with a God-like dick, and it was only right he share the gift.

“We don’t need a jonny, do we babe?” He murmured, pulling the boy’s grey joggers and tight panties all the way off.

Naked from the waist down with his perfect four-inch stubby bobbing in the evening light, Stefano gazed up at his workmate. Dan lifted the boy’s legs and took a long, prurient sniff of his socks on his feet. The sour scent pumped his dick up another notch.

Stefano knew what was coming and tried to be brave, but nothing could prepare him for the shock of actual penetration. The pain winded him, but Dan pushed through till his balls were crushed between their steamy bodies. And once he was in nice and deep he struck up a regular thrust, rhythmic and true.

Dan’s secret fantasy had come to life. The teen was right here, gasping on his girth, dressed in his work shirt just like in Dan’s dream. He felt high.

“Fuck Stefano, you’re amazing,” the words just kept coming out.

When he finally came, gushing deep within his aching sweetheart, he lost all sense of himself in vast euphoric flashes.

Stefano watched from below as the sweaty Hunk panted and tumbled. All the pain was worth it for the shower of passionate kisses that followed. The Man worshiped him. All he had to do was lay back and be adored.

Wandering back home that night, butt-sore and weary, he couldn’t keep from sneering at his reflection in the dark shop windows. He felt like the sexiest boy in the world. Like everyone wanted a piece of his ass. Grown men dropping at his feet as he passed.

Next chapter: Dan teaches his boy to behave.

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