Stuart
Virgin
The Old Perv at the Amusement Arcade Part One
If you have read my first story you will know that Bobby and I started seeing two older hunks in their fifties. Sex was always good with them but I was missing the excitement of meeting a man for the first time. I had done well at college and got good results in my exams but now I wanted to go onto university. I needed a break though and to earn a bit of money. I started looking through the local paper for jobs. I didn't want anything taxing, my brain needed a rest from all that.
One afternoon I was walking around the local shops when a guy came up to me and said hello. I didn't recognise him at first but then it dawned on me it was Simon, an old friend of Bobby's . Bobby is two years older than me so I never had much to do with Simon. I told him I was looking for a job, something easy. He told me he was working in the amusements. The only amusements I knew about were at the seaside. Simon told me one had opened up on the High Street. He said he could get me a job there if I fancied it. I thought there was no harm in taking a look so I followed Simon to the arcade. The arcade was housed in an old grocery shop long since closed. The sign over the door read - "No under 18's - No Alcohol". Simon lead me past all the one-armed bandits to the kiosk. He introduced me to Fred an older guy perhaps in his 60's certainly close to retirement. Simon told Fred I was looking for a job. Fred asked Simon to take over in the kiosk and Fred gave me a quick interview. Within five minutes he said I'd passed and if I wanted I could start now. The pay wasn't great but it would be cash in hand. I jumped at the chance and started straight away.
Fred gave me a tour of the place. There was the main hall that consisted of the gaming machines. It was not like the amusements at the seaside with things for kids to play this was all for adults. There was a small kitchen with a table top cooker and a hot water heater, sink etc. The toilet was outside which wasn't unusual back in those days. Fred smirked and showed me the 'reading' material on the top of the cistern. There were some metal steps leading up to the flat above. Fred said he lived in the flat on his own and if I ever wanted a closer look I would be very welcome. We then went back inside and Fred showed me into the kiosk. The kiosk looked very secure with a very substantial safe against the back wall. I smiled when I spotted some more dirty magazines under the counter. Fred asked if I wanted to hear an interesting fact, I nodded. He smirked and said that if I was to kneel on the floor under the counter no one would be able to see what I was doing. I just smiled and ignored him completely.
Simon appeared and agreed to show me how to empty the cash from the machines and get them working if they broke down. He told me that the the clientele was mainly older men and women. The ladies would often come in with their shopping and have a go at winning some money. When it rained we'd get these vagrant types come in for a warm. Fred was quite good with these guys and would often give them a cuppa and a biscuit. I asked what Fred was like and in a whisper Simon said I needed to watch Fred as he was a bit of a 'shirt lifter'. I laughed as I hadn't heard that term since I was at school.
I don't know why but there was something about Fred I liked. Perhaps it was the age difference between the two of us. The idea of a 20 something young man going with a near pensioner. It was a little bit taboo and that appealed to me. Or perhaps it was just that he was a dirty perv. The sort of man my mum would constantly warn me about. He was nothing like Bobby or Greg. He was an old man with a belly, the sort you might see hanging around public toilets. I couldn't figure it out but I was hoping he might try it on with me.
To be continued
If you have read my first story you will know that Bobby and I started seeing two older hunks in their fifties. Sex was always good with them but I was missing the excitement of meeting a man for the first time. I had done well at college and got good results in my exams but now I wanted to go onto university. I needed a break though and to earn a bit of money. I started looking through the local paper for jobs. I didn't want anything taxing, my brain needed a rest from all that.
One afternoon I was walking around the local shops when a guy came up to me and said hello. I didn't recognise him at first but then it dawned on me it was Simon, an old friend of Bobby's . Bobby is two years older than me so I never had much to do with Simon. I told him I was looking for a job, something easy. He told me he was working in the amusements. The only amusements I knew about were at the seaside. Simon told me one had opened up on the High Street. He said he could get me a job there if I fancied it. I thought there was no harm in taking a look so I followed Simon to the arcade. The arcade was housed in an old grocery shop long since closed. The sign over the door read - "No under 18's - No Alcohol". Simon lead me past all the one-armed bandits to the kiosk. He introduced me to Fred an older guy perhaps in his 60's certainly close to retirement. Simon told Fred I was looking for a job. Fred asked Simon to take over in the kiosk and Fred gave me a quick interview. Within five minutes he said I'd passed and if I wanted I could start now. The pay wasn't great but it would be cash in hand. I jumped at the chance and started straight away.
Fred gave me a tour of the place. There was the main hall that consisted of the gaming machines. It was not like the amusements at the seaside with things for kids to play this was all for adults. There was a small kitchen with a table top cooker and a hot water heater, sink etc. The toilet was outside which wasn't unusual back in those days. Fred smirked and showed me the 'reading' material on the top of the cistern. There were some metal steps leading up to the flat above. Fred said he lived in the flat on his own and if I ever wanted a closer look I would be very welcome. We then went back inside and Fred showed me into the kiosk. The kiosk looked very secure with a very substantial safe against the back wall. I smiled when I spotted some more dirty magazines under the counter. Fred asked if I wanted to hear an interesting fact, I nodded. He smirked and said that if I was to kneel on the floor under the counter no one would be able to see what I was doing. I just smiled and ignored him completely.
Simon appeared and agreed to show me how to empty the cash from the machines and get them working if they broke down. He told me that the the clientele was mainly older men and women. The ladies would often come in with their shopping and have a go at winning some money. When it rained we'd get these vagrant types come in for a warm. Fred was quite good with these guys and would often give them a cuppa and a biscuit. I asked what Fred was like and in a whisper Simon said I needed to watch Fred as he was a bit of a 'shirt lifter'. I laughed as I hadn't heard that term since I was at school.
I don't know why but there was something about Fred I liked. Perhaps it was the age difference between the two of us. The idea of a 20 something young man going with a near pensioner. It was a little bit taboo and that appealed to me. Or perhaps it was just that he was a dirty perv. The sort of man my mum would constantly warn me about. He was nothing like Bobby or Greg. He was an old man with a belly, the sort you might see hanging around public toilets. I couldn't figure it out but I was hoping he might try it on with me.
To be continued
