David

It was January, It was cold, six o'clock in the morning and I was going to work. I had just turned forty and I was not feeling good about the world or myself in general. As I scraped the ice off my windscreen; my thoughts turned to how life had kicked me in the bollocks at every turn and I started to get angry.

Here I was a security guard at a factory that manufactured string. String! Ha. Who in their right mind would want to steal string? But people did, and toilet rolls and soap from the toilets. It was beyond belief. So that was my job. Stopping people nicking the soap!

I had cleared the screen to a reasonable standard, and I climbed into the car. My breath soon steamed up the inside and I wiped it with an old towel I keep for such occasions. I looked at my reflection in the windscreen and my depression deepened. My God, I looked old and, let's face it, I felt old.

The old car reluctantly coughed into life and I started off for work. About a mile out of the small town I lived in I saw a figure walking along the side of the road. He was dressed only in a light coat and must have been freezing. As I approached, he stuck his thumb out wanting a lift so I pulled over and saw it was a young lad of about sixteen or seventeen. I pushed open the door and before I could ask him his destination; he was in!

"Hi" he said, smiling widely at me "thanks for stopping"

"S'ok" I replied "Where do you want to go?"

"Oh, anywhere you're going"

"I'm going to work and I really don't think..."

"Is it warm there?"

"Well er yes, I suppose it is"

"That's fixed then I'll come to work with you!" He beamed at me again and I found it hard to refuse him. After all, I didn't actually work in the factory I had an office by the main gate that I'd fixed up to be quite cozy over the years and I don't expect any one would mind him being there for the day as long as my work was done. Then I realized I didn't even know his name or anything about him. He could be an escaped prisoner or mental patient. He might be crazed on drugs and be going to kill me and...

"David", he said.

"Sorry?" I snapped back to the real world.

"David, my name, it's David. Well, David Winterbourne, actually, and I'm seventeen". He beamed that smile at me again. I held out my hand to him.

"Pleased to meet you, David. I'm James Andrew St. Claire Mc Mahon. But call me Jim."

"Hi, Jim" he beamed again.

As it got light I was able to see more of him. He had sandy hair centre parted and coming about halfway down his ears, I couldn't make out his eyes, except that they were huge, but I fancied they were brown. He had a clear skin with a smattering of freckles and a few teen spots under the skin. His nose was quite large and turned up at the tip and his lips were full and voluptuous. He noticed me looking at him and turned and beamed at me again.

"Like what you see?" He grinned. I spluttered and turned several shades of crimson.

"I'm sorry?" I asked, desperately trying to regain my composure.

"Do you like what you see?" he asked smiling wider than ever. I grasped the nettle.

"Yes I do", I replied, looking him straight in the eye. "Very much. Do you mind?"

"Not at all," he said, "I like a man who knows what he wants. And you want me!" I could feel my body moving in my trousers and I saw his eyes follow my hand as I tried to adjust it in to a more comfortable position.

"Yes," he said, "I knew I was right".

"Ah" I said " But can I have you? Are you just teasing me?"

I pulled into the factory yard and parked in my space. David shot out of his door and ran round and opened my door for me and held out his hand to help me out.

"Hold on" I said, "I'm not that old I can't get out of my car!"

"Good manners cost nothing" he said and gave me the sauciest wink I have ever seen. This day was going to be Heaven or Hell. I didn't yet know which.

Chapter 2

"Who's this, then?" Asked Old Fred the night duty man as we walked in to the security cabin.

"I'm David, Jim's nephew". Said David quick as a flash.

"Nice to meet you, David" Said Fred "'Ere 'e's a good lookin' bugger, Jim. You sure 'e's related to you? Ha, ha" I laughed along with him nervously and gratefully took the steaming mug of tea that Fred handed me.

"You want a cup, Dave" Said Fred "Mind, if you're anything like your Uncle, that's a daft question .

Drinks the fucking stuff all day, he does. I'm goin' to see the doc and get him a drip fitted connected straight to the kettle. Ha, Ha" He handed David a cleanish mug of steaming tea "Well," he continued "I'd better get off 'ome. The old woman'll want sex this morning-gets as miserable as sin if I don't give 'er a good seein'-to of a Thursday morn. Don't fancy comin' wi' me do yer Dave and doin' the business while I gets some kip." He leered at David, winked and walked out the door. "See yer tonight" he called over his shoulder.

I smiled at David and he said "Well?"

"Well what?

"Well, what shall we do now?" He said sprawling back in the old armchair that Fred had brought in from home in about 1960. He undid his Jacket and revealed a sizable bulge in his jeans that he rubbed gently.

I thought I was going to explode. I walked over to him and knelt down in front of him resting my arms on his knees and supporting my head on my arms. I looked up in to his huge brown eyes.

"Is it money?" I asked

"No".

"What do you want, then".

"For you and me to get it together"

"No, this is all wrong! Things like this don't happen!"

"Do sometimes"

"When?"

"Now!" His tone was getting more forceful. I reached out and touched the bulge, it was rock hard and he gasped as I touched it. I was panting wildly as I worked my way up and undid his shirt, his chest was smooth right down to his belly button I kissed his chest and worked along to his nipples I massaged them with my tongue, They rose to the occasion and I took his right one in my teeth and rolled it around. David threw his head back and moaned. I licked my way down his chest and below his belly button a line of sandy hair pointed the way to heaven. My tongue followed the sign and when I got to his belt my tongue strained to get in side it. I carefully undid the large brass buckle and lowered the zip. He was wearing no boxers and I was rewarded with sight of a magnificent seven inches springing out of the zip. He lifted his arse as I brought his jeans around his knees, I lowered my face into his crotch and sniffed. It was that unmistakable odour that only a very horny young man can exude. My head was reeling as I tonguewashed his balls and prick. I tickled his piss slit with the tip of my tongue making the moaning get more intense, I took him in my mouth and sucked and licked as if my life depended on it ,he put his hands on my head as his breathing got faster and faster and more desperate.

"Yeah, Yeah, arggh, arghh" His prick gave a mighty lurch and he fired his load down my throat. I swallowed greedily but some still leaked out. As he came down and we kissed tenderly I realized that I had come in my pants.

"Sorry" I said

"What for?"

"Coming early, I'm just out of practice."

"Not a problem. We'll sort it out later. Now, how about another cup of your tea?"

Chapter 3

I had to do my rounds and after I'd cleaned myself up off I went and left David alone in the cabin. I gave him some money and told him that when the butty wagon came round to nip out and get something to eat for himself and a bacon toastie for me.

"How shall I keep it warm?" He asked

"Stick it down your trousers" I replied "That's the hottest place I know around here. Or you could stick it in the oven-there's a cooker through that door." I pointed to the door to what we used as a kitchen. "I think there's enough meat in my trousers already." he said and beamed that smile at me again. "So I think I'll go with the oven!"

"I think you're right." I said "See you in about an hour"

As I walked around the factory and offices, my mind was turning over and over the events of this morning. I wasn't dreaming, I was at work. Who was David? Where had he come from? I knew precisely nothing, he had very skillfully avoided answering any questions about himself at all and something in the back of my mind made me uneasy. True, this was my first sexual experience for years and it was wonderful and although I'd only known him a few hours he made me feel so good that I couldn't wait to get back to him. I finished my rounds in double quick time avoiding those people that liked to stand and talk and made my way back to the cabin. I was greeted by the smell of frying bacon and a mug of tea was waiting for me.

"There we are, one bacon toasty and one mug of tea. We've got to build your strength for later loverboy!" This was not a name that I got called very often and David was walking about the cabin with his shirt undone to his belly button and his zip down. My God, but he looked so hot! I drunk my tea and walked over to him and put my arms around him, I kissed him full on the lips and I felt his tongue snake its way into my mouth. This felt so good and I was getting very carried away when I felt his hand massaging my dick and in a deft move my zip was down and he was wanking me off with a gentle, slow movement.

"Stop" I said "I'm nearly there" He knelt down and took me full in his mouth that was it; I unloaded everything I had into his mouth. He took it in his stride and gulped it down greedily. I flopped down exhausted but oh so happy.

When I had caught my breath I turned to David and strangely he wasn't smiling back.

"What's up" I asked him

"It's time to tell you who I really am."

I sat up straight and looked at him, I had a feeling that bad news was on the way. My head started spinning and I got a searing pain in my chest. I heard his voice:

"I am Death and now is your time."

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written by paulhicks