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Subject: Rebuilding the Bond Chapter 8 Chapter 8 The weekend went by fast, as weekends normally do. I was already awake, but still lying in bed Monday morning when I heard the sound of Dad’s truck leaving for work. I got up, had some breakfast, and thought I would explore the neighborhood. I just threw on a pair of shorts, a cut off shirt and some shoes. Despite it still being early, it was already quite warm out. It wasn’t much of a neighborhood to explore. There were some sketchy looking people about and I was pretty sure I saw a drug deal go down, but who was I to judge? This isn’t the kind of place I would have chosen to raise a child, but I knew Dad was doing the best he could. From the main road I could see that the industrial area was busy. Lots of trucks coming in and out of warehouses and fenced in lots. I wondered if the bar would be open for lunch? I came around the corner of the bookstore. I thought about going in, but didn’t want too much of a good thing. Besides, how much fun could it be at this hour on a Monday. I had started to sweat as I passed the entrance to the U-Pull It yard. On the fence there was a Help Wanted sign. I hadn’t really thought about what I would be doing this summer. But, now that I was thinking about it, having a job might help Dad out. I could buy my own stuff and not rely on him. I figured it couldn’t hurt to check it out. I passed through the open gate and walked down a long, gravel drive that was lined with piles of junked cars. There was no shade and the sun was really starting to beat down. Deep in the car yard I found a small sheet metal building, with an open sign in the door’s window. So I went in. Inside were shelves of car batteries, rims, and various car parts. At the istanbul travesti far end was an old wooden desk with a computer monitor. A large man in gray coveralls sat reading a magazine in the metal chair, his feet up on the desk, his dirty boots getting mud on some papers. He looked up over his magazine as I walked up. “Howdy, what can I do you for?” This guy looked vaguely familiar, I tried to examine his bearded face, but couldn’t place him. “I saw the help wanted sign. Still need some help?” He put both his magazine and feet down, and sat up straight. For a moment, I thought he was examining my face, like he was also trying to pinpoint me in his memories. “Sure am,” he finally said with a smile, “it ain’t much, 5 maybe 10 hours a week, minimum wage, under the table.” “Fine by me” shrugged, “what would I all have to do?” “Not too much, most of the guys that come here know what they are looking for and how to get it. You will mostly just be mining the register if I have to drive the tow truck, clean out some cars and keep the place clean. I’ll teach you how to use the mover, but you won’t need to do that often. What’s your name kid?” “Lawrence. Ian Lawrence.” He took a moment to ponder over the name. I saw a brief grin come over his face, as if he just realized something. But it was gone as fast as it had arrived. “Well boy, you’re hired.” “Nice, when can I start.” “Why not right now? Let me show you around. I’m Ernie by the way.” He got up, clicked some buttons on the keyboard, and reached down to pick up his hat. As he placed his cowboy hat on his head, I saw a silver buffalo skull. My heart sank, I now knew why this guy looked so familiar. I found it hard to concentrate as he showed me kadıköy travesti around the vast lot. Did he remember me? Did he realize he had fucked me in the bookstore arcade just two days ago? If he did, he was sure doing a good job hiding it. I was sweating as he discussed how he organizes the cars, so guys who came looking for parts for their car can easily find what they needed. I couldn’t tell if the sweat was from the midday sun, or because the memory of Saturday night had made my dick swell in my shorts. Back inside the building, I started to cool down. No, he couldn’t know who I was. The arcade was dark, and it was late. Yes, I had nothing to worry about. He showed me around the store, how the register worked, and then took me back into his back office. The office was very disorganized, stacks of paper and overflowing filing cabinets everywhere. I noticed a mini-fridge, sitting next to… “Is that a bed?” I asked. “Oh, yeah, this place doubles as my apartment.” “You live here? “Yeah, why not. No rent. No commute,” he laughed. “My bitch of an ex wife got the house. I started staying here till I could find a place of my own. Then I realized, screw it, why move anywhere else.” Ernie stood there for a moment. “You know, its a lot easer to fuck in that bed then that futon.” I don’t know what kind of look came over my face, but Ernie roared with laughter. “Calm down boy, I recognized you as soon as you walked in. I wouldn’t forget a cute body like that. Never thought a bookstore cum dump would come looking for a job here.” Although part of me was nervous, the realization that he knew me too made me relax. “How about it boy,” he said grabbing his crotch, “you keep me and a few of the men that come in satisfied bakırköy travesti with your nice mouth and ass, and I’ll pay you for your time. On top of other work, of course.” I pondered this for a moment, “deal,” I finally said. “Mighty fine,” he said, unzipping his overalls. A few moments later I was sitting on the edge of the bed, sucking that big meaty dick. His rough hands firmly placed on the back of my head. I could feel my saliva streaming down my chin as I sucked. “That’s right boy, suck that cock.” I hadn’t realized how big his balls were at the arcade, but here, with my hands wrapping around them, I could tell they matched his massive dick. I passed them between my fingers as I sucked, he clearly liked that. “I’m getting close boy, how deep can you get it?” I paused for a moment to take a breath, and pressed fully down on his shaft. I could feel his cock head slip past the back of my mouth and down my throat. “Oh fuck yeah, deep throat it dude.” I let his cock head slip up and down my throat a few times. His heavy balls, now free from my grasp, pressing tight against my chin. I was just about to back off and come up for air when he let out a small roar. His hands, still grasped to the back of my head, pushed forward hard. In all my years of sucking cock, I don’t think anyone had ever gotten that deep down my throat. His cock spasmed, completely blocking my airway, as he busted a nut straight into my stomach. He was trembling as he pulled out of my mouth. I, on the other hand, was gasping for breath, trying not to choke on his cum. “Fuck boy.” He said, sitting down on the bed next to me. “A champion fuck and cock sucker, you should be proud.” I laid back on the bed, breathing deeply, but smiling. I was just about to say something when we heard a bell ring, indicating someone had come into the store. “That’s my que,” he said, standing and zipping up his coveralls. Just as he was about to walk out he turned to me, “You’re going to enjoy working here, kid.”

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