"A pound" he answered."A pound" he answered. This seemed a considerable sum of money to a person of my age. It was about equal to half my weekly pocket money at the time and would provide a welcome boost in spending power. "Okay" I answered. "Where?" "Let's have a look upstairs" he said. We made our way through the disused office building until we found a staircase and headed up- stairs. He lead the way into a room which remained relatively intact and still had a desk and some rickety chairs in it. "This will do." He sat down on the floor with his back to the front of the desk. "Okay, go ahead" he said. I wasn't sure exactly what he meant at this point, he was just sitting there on the floor looking up at me. "Well, what are you wait- ing for? Get on with it!" he barked. It seemed that he wanted me to work for my money and initiate the process, so I knelt down beside him and reached for his belt. As I was undoing it I noticed the bulge in his jeans growing rapidly. I undid the buttons and pulled down the zipper of his flies. I pulled open the top of his jeans and eased them down his thighs a bit. His cock was now rock-hard and the tip was sticking up over the top of his Y- Fronts. |