Date: Tue, 4 Aug 2020 20:40:35 -0400 From: Nick LaRef Subject: no-good-deed-2 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/ All weekend I thought about the encounter with the kid. Half the time I was freaked, worried that I had done something terrible. I should have stopped him when he mentioned that he got paid. Clearly the kid was fucked up about sex, probably had his fair share of older men take advantage of him while he was on the street. Not to mention this was a stupid mistake that could ruin everything I had worked so hard for. The other half of the time though... I was so turned on I couldn't help but rub one out. I practically rubbed myself raw jerking off like a teenager again, thinking about his wide green eyes and his mouth stuffed full of my cock. Monday morning is a blur of meetings, and I'm caught off guard when I cross paths with the kid in the hallway. He doesn't look directly at me, but he glances at me furtively and I can see a maroon tint to his cheeks. "Join me for lunch," I say impulsively, "if you don't already have plans." He pauses before nodding, still not meeting my eyes. I tell him to meet me in the lobby and head back to my office to get my stuff. Fuck. I'm nervous. I was so irresponsible. This kid clearly has issues, he mentioned being paid for sex while he was homeless. I should have immediately stopped everything right then. I probably traumatized him, another man taking advantage of his situation and using his power to abuse him. The car ride is deadly silent. When we pull into the restaurant, I reach over and put my hand on his wrist. I can feel his pulse under my fingers, sharp and fast like he's in the middle of a workout. He looks over at me, but still won't meet my eyes. "I'm sorry kid. I shouldn't have let that happen. You do not have to do anything like that again, we can pretend it didn't happen." I try to remain calm, keep my voice steady. I don't want him to see my nerves. He studies my face for a few seconds, then pulls his wrist out of my hand and takes it in his own. "You're not mad?" he asks tentatively. "No, of course not. Why would I be mad?" I respond relieved, thinking that I've probably dodged a bullet. "It was my first day with a real job and I ended up seducing my boss. Not exactly appropriate workplace behavior," he smiles at me crookedly and finally looks right in the eyes. His eyes are sparkling, emeralds in a too-cute face covered in freckles that I want to trace with my fingers. Then my tongue. "Pretty sure there were two of us in that office who crossed a line. I was more worried that I had fucked up. You're young, and you've been through a lot. I don't want you to feel like you have to do that to keep this job. There's no pressure," I return his smile as I respond and start to relax a bit. "I wanted to do it. You're hot. Did you like it?" he raises his eyebrows as he asks. "Yeah... Yeah, of course I did," there's a long pause as we just take each other in. I nod toward the restaurant. "Let's go eat." The conversation at lunch is easy, we joke about the people in the office, commiserate on what a pain the ass my sister is, and generally get along well. I drive us back to the office after and pull into the parking garage. I pull into a space that's a little far from the stairs and put the car in park. "Thanks for lunch, I feel a lot better now that we've talked," he smiles at me as we unbuckle our seatbelts and I turn off the car. "You feel better? I feel a hell of a lot better knowing I didn't traumatize you," I chuckle. "And that I'm not going to go running to Miss Jeanine and tell her what we did?" he asks, a knowing smirk on his face. "Well," I pause, "that certainly factored into my anxiety over what happened. But honestly, I was mostly worried about you. You're a good kid, and I shouldn't have let things go as far as they did." "I'm glad they did," he says, regaining some of the confidence he had last Friday. "I want to do it again." "I really don't think-" I started to rebuff him, but he was shifting in his seat and stretching over the center console to bring his face close to mine. "Kid, I don't-" I was cut off as he pressed his lips to mine, soft pillows just glancing across my own. I realize we didn't kiss the first time we hooked up, this is the first time I'm feeling his lips on mine. His kiss starts out tentative, but as I wrap my hand around the back of his head it deepens. I part his lips with my tongue, searching for his, and we make out hard for a few minutes. His hands are all over me - my thick chest, arms, and especially running up and down the length of my dick through my pants. He unzips my fly, fishing my cock out of my pants and fisting it hard in his hand. I moan through the kiss, my dick hard as steel and pulsing in his grip. He breaks the kiss for a second to spit into his hand and then he's jerking me off, hard and fast. I run my hand down his back and dip my fingers under his pants, rubbing his ass through his underwear. He pulls back, and shuffles a bit so he can pull his pants down around his knees. He turns and kneels on the seat and leans forward to take my throbbing cock into his mouth. His mouth is hot like fire, and I arch up into his throat, gagging him a bit. I slide my hand down his back to the twin mounds of his upturned ass. It's gorgeous from this angle, creamy skin and plump with just a hint of downy reddish blonde fuzz. I grab his cheek in my hand and squeeze, feeling the plump muscle under my hand. I swat him gently and he responds with a moan and a deeper pass on my cock. I smack him again, harder, and he groans so loud I push his head down to the root of my dick to shut him up. I look around, not seeing anyone in the vicinity. What a sight we'd make, the kid has his whole bare ass presented for anybody happening to look in the passenger window. I bring my finger to my mouth and get it wet. I slide it down his crack, rubbing my spit on his hole, feeling it give a little under the pressure. He's going crazy on my cock now, all slobber and frenetic movement. I keep up the pressure, dipping my finger, not enough to penetrate him but just enough to keep him right on the edge. I pull him off my cock and press my fingers into his mouth, letting him get them nice and wet, and then go right back to his ass. He's so fucking tight. Hot, snapping tightness envelopes my finger as I push inside him. He moans loudly again and I push him back down on my cock to shut him up. I start to move my finger back and forth, trying to rake my knuckle across his prostate. When I hit it, his whole body shudders and shakes. I zero in on it, pressing hard against it while I keep my other hand on the back of his head. "Touch yourself. Make yourself cum," I tell him. "Cum with my fingers in your cunt." He moans again, reaching underneath himself. He's vibrating, his hole clenching and unclenching around my finger. I am going to fuck this kid. It's going to be so good, he'll like it so much. I'm going to fill him up with my cum over and over. I feel myself getting close and shove a second finger inside him. That sets him off, and he starts to shake and moan louder. I let myself go, pressing his head down on my cock and shooting my load down my throat. He cleans off the seat where he came and pulls his pants back up. We chuckle at each other, and I shake my head. "Let's get back to work."