Troubled Times [Bi-Sexual Story]

Chapter 14: Pound The Alarm

The dreaded sound of my alarm went straight through me as I awoke to the new day, and the first day of my work experience! I managed to drag myself towards the bathroom and shove myself in the shower and contemplated whether I would have enough time to have a wank or not or even have the energy to. But I decided it wasn’t worth it, waste of too much energy and time.

Also I bared in mind my boss was a man so if he was good looking I could add him to my wank bank and save it for later usage, or more specially when I got home because if I didn’t his face would morph into someone else’s I’m close with which would be very awkward indeed, and quite hard to get the image out once inputted, but saying that I used to have the sexual attraction for my uncle...

I know I sound like a right weirdo here but I was a teenager, teenagers were designed by God for their hormones which would in turn make them horny as fuck all the time, which had its pro’s and con’s obviously, for example, it’s a pro you can have the quickest wank in the world and it still be amazing as an hour long one from a middle aged man. A con is when you get awkward erections when you’re not supposed to or someone see’s it and you go as red as a tomato and getting caught flapping because you’re that horny you have to do it at school in the toilets and some poor year seven walks in and you beat the shit out of him, (pulling my trousers up first of course), and telling him if he says a word what he just witnessed I would shove the massive muscle he just saw where the sun don’t shine. But you know it’s not like that ever happened before to me while I was in my final year of school...Anyway moving on!

I brushed my teeth and slapped on my suit and tried to wake up my poor dad who had been working none stop the past fortnight at my uncle’s restaurant which surprisingly was still doing good even though Ken was blasted all over the local newspaper as a murder but I suppose most of his customers were regulars and understood, they didn’t think was right, but they could feel his pain and knew he wasn’t a psycho and would be able to kill his own flesh and blood without being pushed right to the edge.

“Dad could you drop us off please?” Dad moaned and got up.

He looked really shattered and I felt really guilty for waking him up but it was raining, I didn’t want to ruin my beautiful hair I had spent like an hour on because of some stupid rain.

The kids had already got up ready for school and made their own way there from Kelly, my step mother. She’d gone to the restaurant early to help prepare food at the fish and chip shop while dad slept in, they took it in turns. Kelly would work in the morning preparing the food while dad and one member of staff worked the rest of the day till around ten then spent another hour afterwards cleaning up.

I told dad I wanted to work at the weekends to reduce the stress for them both but he kept telling me he didn’t want to effect my education with work, but it’s not like I had anything else to do because I hated going out to be honest. I thought partying was amusing and actually a good laugh but as I later found out when I got to college they were just filled with drunken bitches, which was no fun when you caught a sexual transmitted disease off them. Then who’s laughing then.

Dad basically threw himself down the stories and looked half asleep when he got in the car.

“Dad, are you sure you don’t want me to work at the weekends?” I asked.

“Err... I was hoping you would ask again because I want to take less pressure of Kelly and let her stay at home with the kids so I was hoping you could work with me and Matthew?” (Matthew was the other member of staff I was on about).

“Yeah sure dad I would love to!”

At the present time I still didn’t know whose name was actually on the deed of that business, I never bothered asking at the time because it wasn’t really anything to do with me I would only be helping out and that would be about it.