than your dad makes now."

I went bright red. I tried to stammer out a response but couldn't.

"In fact," he went on, "I could make you a deal, eh? Your dad's job for your ass once a week. How's that?" He had grabbed his crotch and was squeezing himself. "Eh, kid," he taunted me, "want to help your dad, I'm giving you the chance."

And then he opened his pants and pulled out a fat, long, uncircumcised prick. "Here it is kid, ready to cut a deal?" He laughed again. But as I stared at his fat meat, a strange feeling came over me. I couldn't help staring at the big cock that this man was now stroking so obscenely in front of me. And then the thought came, who would know? He wouldn't tell anyone. My dad would keep his job. I wouldn't tell anyone. And then, was he serious?

He moved towards me. "You're thinking about it, aren't you kid?" I said nothing. He was only two feet from me now. His cock had hardened under his stroking. The head was dark purple and ballooned over the thick shaft. His cock must have been at least 8 inches long, much longer, fatter, darker than my own. He moved even closer. The tip of his prick was only inches from me now. I felt thick, stupid, almost paralyzed.

"Well Kid?" The big man said quietly. I couldn't tear my eyes of his manhood, and there was no doubt that it was a "manhood," for no boy could have that dark cock. "All you have to do is come by once a week, Kid, just once a week and let me do what I want, eh? And each week you come by, your dad stays employed."

Finally, my throat loosened, "but what about while I'm at school?"

He seemed to consider, "Well, it's not all that far, now is it? You could certainly make it home every two weeks, and of course the holidays. If you let me do it more often during the holidays, so it will equal once a week, we'll be square."

It didn't even seem that was happening was real. It all seemed strange, like a movie.

He took my hand, I let him. He put it on his hot, throbbing prick. I had never touched any penis before, and was surprised at how velvety soft it felt. I could smell him, he was so close. He smelled like a man, sweat, cigar smoke.

Then the intercom buzzed. Both of us jumped. He stuffed his hard cock back into his pants. He went to his desk, hit a button, "Yes Julie, what the hell is it?"

"Just wanted you to know I was leaving Sir."

"Fine, fine, see you at 8:00 tomorrow morning, and don't be late, understand? You were late this morning and I don't care how big your tits are, it happens again and you go, understand?"

"Yes Sir, came the meek reply. See you in the morning."

He closed the connection. "Well?" The moment had been broken, some light had been let into the fantasy world I had just been living in, but the scenario hadn't changed.

I nodded. He laughed, "Good!" He