Date: Fri, 31 Jul 2020 23:29:22 -0400 From: Nick LaRef Subject: no-good-deed-1 Typical disclaimers apply. Don't read this if you shouldn't, all of this is fiction (probably) and any resemblance to real people is unintentional. If you stroked yourself reading it, drop me an email and stroke my ego. More to come after this. Oh, and if you haven't donated to Nifty, do it. Seriously. You get an amazing resource for absolutely free, the least you can do is drop some coins in the Nifty cup. Do it. https://donate.nifty.org/ "Mr. Sachs? Your sister is in the lobby. She says she's expected." "Thanks, Regina. Bring her to my conference room, please. I'll be down in a minute." I hang up the phone and run my hands through my hair. I glance at my watch. Nine o'clock on the dot. My sister is nothing if not prompt. Jeanine had called the night before and left a brisk message. "Hi Tony, it's J. I'm coming by the office tomorrow at 9, there's something I need to discuss with you. If you have another meeting in the morning, please move it. I won't take up more than ten minutes of your time. See you soon." It's presumptuous, sure, but every time I tell her that she needs to respect my schedule she gives me a puzzled look. A look that says, "aren't you the boss? Are you telling me you can't take 10 minutes to talk to your sister when she needs you?" I lock my computer and get up from behind my desk, extending my hands over my head and stretching my back. I wonder how long I can leave Jeanine in the conference room before she gets irritated. Surprise visits from Jeanine are never enjoyable. She only comes to see me in person when she wants something and won't be dissuaded until she gets it. She knows I'll agree to anything to get her out of my hair. I swing by the kitchen to get a cup of coffee, and head down the hallway. I can see her through the frosted glass of the conference room, standing at the head of the table with one hand on her hip and the other holding her phone. One thing the Sachs' share is an abhorrence for downtime. We wouldn't be caught dead waiting for someone else to arrive. I open the door to the conference room and she puts the hand not holding the phone up to stop me. She types furiously for a few seconds, then looks up at me. "Sorry, I needed to finish that. Hi, how are you?" "Hi Jeanine. I'm a little busy, so if you could just tell me what you want?" "I need a favor. There's a new boy at the shelter and -" "No," I cut her off. I already know where this is going. I knew today was going to be a bad day. "No way." "You don't even know what I'm going-" "Yes, I do. I am not going to have another one of your strays working here. The last one-" "The last one wasn't a good fit, I get that. You know that most of the kids we help are just trying to get out of a bad situation. Not everyone is out to get you. This kid is great; he's smart, articulate, good with computers. He was in school until earlier this year when his mom kicked him out. I think he'd be great at administrative work or filing, or-" "I said no," I interrupt. "If there's nothing else, I need to get back-" "You'll at least meet with him, I'll work out the details with Regina. He'll come by this afternoon to meet with you." I roll my eyes at her completely ignoring me, but it's not worth arguing with her about this. She wouldn't have come to the office if she was going to be dissuaded. It's just easier to give in. She breezes past me without a goodbye. I sigh, and get back to my day. Regina brings the kid into my office at 3. He's a cute kid, short and slim with a mop of golden red curls. He has a dusting of freckles on an innocent-looking face, long lashes, and big green eyes that glint in the light. I'm annoyed at the interruption at first, but as we talk more I relax. I see why Jeanine wanted me to give him a chance. He's a nice kid; intelligent and polite. His story is a lot like other boys from the shelter. He was supposed to be studying for a high school history exam when his parents found him in bed with another boy. They kicked him out and he was on the street for a few months before finding the shelter. He isn't comfortable talking about his time being homeless, but I don't press. When he talks about it, he seems embarrassed, almost ashamed. He's been living at the shelter for a few months now, taking classes in the mornings to get his GED and helping out with some of the shelter worker's computer issues. I invite him to come back in two days after his morning classes to get started - it'll be a Friday, which are usually slow. He can get acclimated and start to understand his daily responsibilities. When I shake his hand, he holds it tightly and looks up at me through his lashes. His eyes darken a little. "I'm looking forward to working under you, sir." Something about how he says it makes my dick jump. He stepped closer to me when he shook my hand, and I can smell him. He smells clean, with that slight undertone of musk that all young men have. He smells horny, it pours off of him in waves. My initial annoyance must have distracted me from noticing him. Has he been looking at me this way the whole time? This situation might be a lot more interesting than initially thought. I reach up to squeeze his shoulder. "So am I." Friday is a long day, but the kid is a trooper. He takes direction well, from me and other staff members. He's friendly, eager, and picks up things quickly. Everyone seems to like him, and I catch him looking at me a couple of times throughout the day. He wears a tight pair of khakis, fitted around a very plump looking ass, and a checkered button-down shirt that shows off his small waist. I find myself leaving my office more than usual to take another look at him, and he gets a small smirk every time Regina leaves for the day and let's me know that it's just me and the kid left for the night. I ask her to call him into my office on her way out. "You wanted to see me, sir?" he asks, popping his head around my door. I motion to a chair in my sitting area and sit across from him. We chat about the job, my team, his classes. He flirts, I flirt back. His gaze flickers between my face and my crotch, especially when I lean back in my chair and spread my legs. I'm sporting a semi and it's obscenely obvious. He flushes a little, and his eyes narrow. The conversation is slowing down, and there's a heaviness to the air. "Was there anything I could have done differently today?" he asks. I'm hard now, my dick snaking down the leg of my pants. I put my hand on my thigh and tighten the fabric. The bulge is obvious and obscene. "I like helping. Being of service. Is there anything else I could be doing?" He emphasizes the word `service' and my dick jumps. He notices and gets up off of the chair. He kneels at my feet, looking open-mouthed at my crotch. He puts his hands on my knees and looks up at me. "Let me do this for you. I'm good at it. People used to pay me to do it, you know?" His voice is seductive, and his hands run up my thighs, warm and firm. I'm stuck on how to respond. There are so many reasons this is wrong. He's a teenager, he works for me, he's in a bad situation. He needs guidance, not my cock in his mouth. But the way he looks at me... My hands grip the armrests so tightly that they're starting to go numb. He looks up at me through too-long lashes and smirks. "I just want to say thank you for all of this. Let me show my appreciation. Don't you like me?" His hands are on the bulge in my pants now, rubbing me gently. Teasing me. I look him in the eyes, preparing my rebuff when his tongue darts out of his mouth, red and wet against his bottom lip. If I don't stop him now, I'll never be able to. Do I want to? "You don't have to thank me this way. I didn't do this to get anything out of it. There's no obligation here. But if you want to..." my words trail off in a gasp as he lowers his head and mouths the shaft of my aching cock through my pants. His lips and tongue press firmly against the head of my dick and move side to side, soaking the area. Spit from his mouth darkens my slacks, and my dick jerks and leaks sticky precum into my briefs. I groan and let my head fall backwards as I run my hand through his curly hair. He makes a happy humming noise as he unzips my pants and fishes my dick out. He tucks my briefs under my balls. He takes his time, leans in and puts his nose at the base of my cock, nestled in my ballsack, just inhaling. I put my hands behind my head and look down at him. He rubs his face against my cock, worshipping it. His tongue starts to dart out, little licks starting on my balls and working up and down my shaft. It sends tingles up my spine and I squirm a little in the chair. He starts to mouth the shaft, his tongue offering a firmer pressure now. His fingers play with my balls, stretching them and rolling them. I'm in heaven. When he finally sucks the head of my cock between his cherry red lips I groan and grab him by the hair. His tongue swirls and rubs the spot where the head meets the shaft. I buck into his mouth and push his head down on my cock, enveloping me in scorching heat. He takes about half of me before starting to pull up, sucking and swirling and oh my god it feels like he's trying to hoover my insides out. I put my hands back behind my head and look down at him. He's looking at me, eyes wide and glassy. He makes a few more shallow passes, focusing on the head with his tongue and lips. He's sloppy, spit and precum dribbling down my shaft and wetting the hair around the base of my cock. He moves faster, all tongue on the way down, all suction on the way up. The sensation is incredible and I'm getting dangerously close to the edge already. On the next pass, he takes my cock deeper, gagging a little. My hands slide into his hair, tugging gently on his curls as he starts to deepthroat me. He takes me down to the base, his nose pressing into my pubes. His throat feels like a hand made of liquid heat, tightening and vibrating and undulating. "If you don't stop, I'm going to shoot." He backs off a little, letting my rock-hard cock slip out of his mouth. He holds it by the base, and slaps it against his face, mouth open, tongue hanging out. He presses his nose into my balls again and inhales deeply, moaning while his hand gently working up and down my shaft. It's not hard enough to push me over the edge, but it's enough to keep me on the edge of my seat, putty in his very well equipped hands. His tongue darts out, putting quick little licks on my sack, then bathing my balls in his spit. He sucks one into his mouth, letting my cock come to rest on his face. He's such a small guy that my dick looks enormous, covering the length of his face and obscuring one of his eyes from view. He pulls back again. "You're so big, Mr. Sachs." His lips press against the tip of my cock, and there's a strand of precum on his lips when he pulls back, "You taste so good," he moans. He starts sucking me again, taking longer and longer passes until his lips are suctioning from base to tip, base to tip. My hands go to the back of his head and I start fucking up into his mouth, making him take me deeper. This little slut wants my cock so badly and I'm going to feed him every centimeter. I hold his head in place and fuck up into his throat, then force him all the way down and hold him there. He sputters, and my load starts to rise in my balls. My hands fist in his curls, pulling him up hard to focus on my tip. He locks his mouth around me, sucking hard on the head, one hand coming up to tug my balls and the other rubbing hard at my perineum, tipping me over into ecstasy. His eyes widen as the first shot of my cum fills his mouth, then roll back in his head as he swallows. I let him taste the first shot, and the buck up into his mouth and shoot the rest of my load straight down his through. Six, seven, eight shots of cum fill his stomach. I release his head and he starts to slowly twist and contract on my shaft, pulling every last drop of my seed into his mouth. It takes me almost a full minute to recover. When I do, I notice that he has a huge wet spot on the front of his khakis. "That was... fuck, I don't even know what that was," I say. I lean down to kiss him and he pulls away from me, standing up. "Uh, thanks for the job," he says, not making eye contact. The confident cocksucker replaced by a skittish kid who looks like he's about to get yelled at for doing something wrong. "I'm gonna go. Okay, bye." "Wait," I call after him, but he's out the door before I can get to my feet. Fuck. I shouldn't have let that happen. I don't know enough about this kid or his history. I grab my keys and head out the door, trying to lock up as quickly as possible and get to the parking lot before he leaves. When I get out the front door of the building, he's pulling away. I sigh, worried. Is he going to say something to Jeanine? Is he going to come back? Did I just sink my career by fucking around with a kid who could easily use our encounter against me? I guess I'll have to wait and see.