Date: Sat, 29 Sep 2018 19:52:12 +0000 (UTC)
From: Short Guy <short_guy@yahoo.com>
Subject: Temping part 1

Temping part 1
by Short Guy

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Starting when I was sixteen, I did temp work for Kelly Girl during the
summers to earn money for college. Yeah, I know, I'm a guy, but they hired
guys as well as girls back in the 1970s even before they changed the name
to Kelly Services. Sure I took some ribbing from my friends. They asked
when I had become "one of the girls" and if that meant if I would take over
if their girlfriends wouldn't put out. I laughed it off, or tried to. The
fact of the matter is that I would have liked nothing more than to get on
my knees for those good-looking jocks and take care of all their needs in
that department. I couldn't tell them that of course; the fact that I was
queer was a big, dark secret. Still, I did get a private thrill thinking
about what my temp employers might think when I showed up instead of the
girl they were expecting. Sexual harassment was rampant back then. And,
well, if I showed up instead of a girl, maybe they'd take their frustration
out on me...If the boss was hot, well, it's only harassment if it's
unwelcome, right?

As I said, I was 16 years old when I started with Kelly Girl. My mom taught
me to type when I was twelve and I was good and wicked fast. Kelly Girl
thought employers would love me. How right they were...

I was an ectomorph -- lean and wiry. I would never look like a body
builder. But I had been running and taking gym classes every day and I had
matured much earlier than the other guys. I was shooting cum when I was
ten, shaving by the time I was twelve, and even though I was a boy, I had
gone through puberty and lost my baby fat in junior high. My pecs were
rounded, hard, and hairy and pushed against my shirts so you could see them
out and proud. My waist was tight and small -- a mere 28 inches. My ass was
hard as a rock, round, and high; it stuck out in back. I was very short,
only five feet two inches tall. I was a twink, slim but with visible
muscles just under the skin. And my body was flexible both naturally and
from a lot of stretching.

I didn't think I was great looking. I thought I was just a normal guy, a
nerd, not handsome, or striking. I thought I was sort of boring looking. I
wore eyeglasses with thick black rims like my Dad.

But you know everyone is super critical of their own appearance. And
although I thought I just looked like a skinny nerd, I know better
now. Looking back at pictures of me at that age, I can see myself now the
way others saw me. I was fucking jail bait, man. And that was when I was
twelve.

I was even hotter by the time I was sixteen. My sinewy muscles and my
bubble butt had gotten more prominent. I was also super horny all the
fucking time and you can see it in my face in pictures from back then. And
then there was my face, the face I was so critical of. My eyes were
deepset, dark brown. The girls I knew gushed over my eyelashes. They were
so thick and so fucking long it looked like I was wearing mascara. I
thought they made me look girlish; I thought they made me the opposite of
manly. The girls thought they were hot; I didn't believe them. But that was
because I wasn't attracted to the girls. I liked guys, although I could
never talk about it. I thought I was a skinny girlish nerd. Man, I was a
fucking idiot. My eyes were gorgeous and so was my face. I thought I looked
like a nothingburger but my features were exotic. My dad was born in Mexico
and my mom was born in Japan. I thought that made me look like I was
neither one thing or the other but now I realize I was a fucking knockout.

I don't know why I didn't get it at the time. I had plenty of evidence that
people thought I was...well, striking. I was a boy-man, vulnerable but
strong looking, hesitant but eager, beautiful without knowing it. And the
evidence. Fuck, I did notice people looking at me as I walked down the
street. It was like Maureen in Rent: boys, girls, they all stared at
me. Even soccer Moms and neighborhood Dads would do a double take when I
walked past them. I thought they were grossed out or surprised to see a
small guy with a stubble mustache and goatee. I know better now. I was a
boy who was grown up enough to lust after. I was handsome and didn't know
it. I had an ass that begged for attention. I think the grownups couldn't
figure out if they wanted to hug me or fuck me. Maybe it was a bit of both.

And it turned out that when you are jailbait and you walk up to a guy who
is turned on by wiry twinks with cute faces, they have a hard time keeping
their dicks in their pants. The urge to shove their cock up your tight boy
butt is likely to drive them crazy with lust. And when that boy looks
back... well few men like that can control themselves. The sight of a boy
who is on the cusp of manhood is enough to confuse them so much they go
into a trance and one thing leads to another and somehow they get you alone
and soon they fucking can't stop themselves from sliding their throbbing
cocks into your mouth or picking you up to sit straight down on their daddy
cocks.

I should know. It happened to me. More than once.

It was a surprise at first. It felt dangerous. It was taboo. Not only was
sex between teens and grown men somehow forbidden but sex between guys
was... well it was as taboo as taboo can get. But somehow, knowing it was
prohibited, knowing that we were breaking the rules, God that made it even
hotter. Giving in, letting it happen, giving men what they wanted, helping
them with their throbbing dicks, submitting to the boss, letting Dad show
me how much he loved me. Let's just say I had needs and Kelly Girl hooked
me up with real men who... well, let's just say their needs complemented
mine. One look from me that indicated I was interested and those boss dads
caved in an instant.

It started the summer I turned sixteen. I had a few jobs that lasted a day
or two or three. I didn't have a car so my Dad would drive to me to the
jobs at 9:00 am and pick me up at 5:00 pm. A couple of weeks after I
started working, I got a job at a hardware store typing orders. I was given
a desk in an office in the back. It was off the storeroom. A couple of guys
worked back there unloading stuff from trucks and putting it on the
shelves. The boss had an office next to mine. There was a corridor to two
bathrooms that served the staff, one for men and the other for women. Not
sure why they needed two because there were only guys working there but
that's what it was like.

I arrived early at 8:45 am and the boss was already inside. He saw me
standing outside of the glass front door and came to unlock it to let me
come in. He was really good looking. I thought he might be Korean. His eyes
were beautiful and he was about six inches taller than me. He wasn't super
muscular but he wasn't fat either. He had smooth arms and skin. His torso
was solid. His name was Mr Kim and he was friendly and touchy feely. He
shook my hand and put his other hand on my shoulder. He turned and saw my
Dad standing by our car.

"Is that your Dad?" he asked.

"Yes sir."

He went over to my Dad and shook his hand and said, "I will take good care
of your son."

Little did I know what he meant by that...

My Dad smiled and looked relieved to hear my boss say that. My Dad loved me
to pieces and I loved him back. Dad smiled at me and got in the car to
drive away. Mr. Kim came back and put both his hands on my shoulders. He
brought his face near mine.

He looked at me. God he was beautiful. He was handsome. He was sexy. Those
eyes were gorgeous. My mouth was opening. I was mesmerized.

"I told your Dad I would take care of you, and I will. Like you were my own
son."

His hands were strong and they held my shoulders in a grip that was firm
but not so hard that it hurt. He was powerful. He was a Dad himself. He was
my boss. And he was going to take care of me.

He turned on put his arm around my shoulder like I was his son and walked
me to the back of the store. He brought me back to the storeroom in the
rear where the offices were. I went into his office with him, we did the
paperwork, and he gave me instructions. That required me to stand next to
him as he sat in his chair while he explained what I was to do.

A couple of times when he asked me if I understood, his right hand would
touch my back just above my ass. His hand felt strong, warm, gentle,
loving. He did that a few times, sometimes getting really really close to
my ass, even...yeah a couple of times, he was right on my butt, squeezing a
little. It felt too insistent to be an accident but too casual for me to be
sure if it was deliberate. When he was almost finished, his hand rested on
my right ass cheek pretty much cupping it. My cock had started growing and
was now semi hard, pushing out my pants. I saw him look at my bulge rising
there next to his face and feel him really squeeze my ass. Yeah, there was
no mistaking it. He was fondling my boy butt. It made me feel nervous. But
it also felt fucking fantastic.

Then it was over. He removed his hand, set me up in the second office, and
I started typing the orders. I worked hard. He came to check up on me
several times. When it was 11:30 am he asked me if I had taken a break at
all and I said "no" and was sort of surprised that he asked. I didn't know
I should take a break. I wanted to get a good recommendation so Kelly Girl
would get me more jobs. He told me he was happy with me and that I should
get up and walk around at least once an hour for five or ten minutes. He
showed me the coffee machine. And there it was again with the
touching. When I was sitting in the chair in my office, he would come by,
and every time he would squeeze my shoulders, caress them, and do the same
thing to my neck. He was just helping me relax so I wouldn't get a neck
ache from all that typ8ing.

I couldn't help but notice that his crotch was often right there by my face
and that it was pushing out from his body. I tried not to let him see my
looking at it as he stepped to the side of me but I'm sure he must have
noticed. I was fucking staring after all. I had the fleeting thought that
he wanted me to look at his crotch, but I dismissed the thought. He was a
dad, right? And my boss. I was a nerd. How could I be making him hard? And
I was a boy. I didn't know any guys who admitted they were attracted to
other guys. I thought I was the only one.

Mr Kim invited me to have lunch with him in his office. He put a second
chair next to his and we put our sandwiches on his desk and ate together,
side by side. He gave me a Coke which was really cool of him. He was nice
and, as we talked, he would touch me. I was trying to be cool about the
whole thing but I was getting so turned on. And I kept glancing at his
crotch. His cock was obviously getting hard and he wasn't trying to hide
it.

"Come on, I want to show you something," he said when we were done eating.

He brought me back to the men's bathroom.

"First, I need to get rid of that Coke I just drank," he quipped, moving
over to one of the two urinals. I watched him unzip and take out his
cock. Shit, I was staring at it, standing there like an idiot. His cock was
semi-hard and I was fucking staring at it. Fuck, I was hard too but his
comment about the Coke made me realize I needed to piss also.

To try to stop myself from staring at his cock I went to the urinal next to
him (there were only two there so I had no choice) and took out my cock and
tried to piss. Fuck I was too hard to do it. And shit I couldn't help but
look to the side at his cock. There were no barriers between the two
urinals. By this time, Mr. Kim had finished pissing and was standing there,
holding his penis. It was thick and short. It was a real man's cock. A
Dad's cock. My boss's cock. Hard. And it was right fucking there. It looked
so fucking powerful. His hand, it was moving, he was, oh God--he was
stroking his cock.

I looked up at his face and he was looking at me with a small smile.

"You having trouble there son?" he asked, nodding down at my cock that was
hard and had no piss coming out of it.

"A...a.. little...," I said, nervously.

"Let me help," he said, reaching over to hold my cock. Fucking A, his hand
was on my cock. Helping me? God, I was as stiff as a steel rod now. I
needed to piss but ... holy mother of God he was stroking me. "This will
help," he said as he stroked my cock. I was breathing hard. I was
trembling. I couldn't believe my boss was holding my penis. He was
stroking, stroking, stroking. He was...

He stopped. He put his hand up to his mouth and fuck me he spit in his
hand! And then his hand dropped and... oh God he was jacking me off again,
his hand now covered with his spit. Oh man it felt great. It was... God, a
man was holding my cock and making me feel like...

And then his put his left hand behind my neck as his right hand stroked my
cock. He pulled my face toward him. He was jacking me off. He was gazing
into my eyes. He was controlling me. His lips were a few inches from mine.

I was in heaven. I was fucking terrified. I never had any other guy's hand
on my cock before. I felt his breath on my lips.

"My sweet boy," he whispered. "My sweet sweet boy."

I whimpered. I was about to cum. I was almost there. I was... Oh God I was
shooting into the urinal and at the moment I shot my first spurt of cum, he
stuck his tongue in my mouth. I shot, and he moved his tongue in and out of
my mouth. I shot, his tongue fucked my mouth. I shot, he fucked my mouth
again, I shot, he fucked. I shot, I sucked down on his tongue. I sucked his
tongue. I shot, I sucked his tongue. I shot, I sucked, I shot, I
sucked. Again. Again. Again.

And then it was over.

Oh fucking lord. My handsome Korean boss had just jacked me off and French
kissed me. I had sucked his tongue and I fucked his hand.

He put his forehead against mine and held it there for a moment.

"Better, son?" he asked. And then he stepped back and looked at his right
hand. Some of my cum was on it. And fuck me, as I watched him, he put two
fingers in his mouth and sucked my cum off them. I nearly fainted.

He turned and walked to the sink and washed off his hands. I stayed at the
urinal, stunned. After a few minutes my hardon went down and I was able to
piss.

"Did I help you, son?" he said, looking at me.

"Yes sir. Oh yes..." I said.

"Good," he said. "We have a break at end of day, four o'clock, and you help
me."

What? What did he just say? What did he...?

He smiled and left the bathroom. It was one o'clock. I had three hours
until... until what?

I have to admit I did not work as diligently after lunch as I had
beforehand. I was too preocuppied. What did Mr. Kim want help with? Did he
want me to jack him off? Every so often Mr. Kim came into my office to see
how I was doing. He would look at my work and rub my shoulders and my
neck. And, like he was not noticing what he was doing, he would cup his
crotch and squeeze it, and again, and again, right there near my face. He
would get himself hard enough to make his pants stick out and then he'd
ruffle my hair like I was his little boy and go back to his office.

Four o'clock rolled around. We had one hour until my dad was going to pick
me up.

Mr. Kim came in to my office and said, "it's time. I help you. You help
me."

I followed him out of the office and...of course... we were going back into
the bathroom. When we got there, to my shock, Mr. Kim sat on a bench and
removed his shoes and socks. He stood up and pulled down his pants. He was
fucking stripping right in front of me. There went his shirt and then, as
if it was the most natural thing in the world, he slipped his white briefs
down and his hard naked cock sprang out. He was standing fucking naked
right in front of me.

He looked up at me and frowned as if I had not gotten the memo.

"We take a steam bath," he said, pointing at a door I had not seen
before. Holy crap he had a steamroom right there in the men's bathroom. Who
the fuck puts a steamroom in a bathroom at work? Maybe it was a Korean
thing? Maybe he was Russian? Maybe... oh hell, this was weird...

I was staring at his round manly pecs and at his hard cock as it bounced
right there before him, before me. And before I knew it he had approached
me stark naked and sat me down on the bench. He was kneeling in front of me
taking off my shoes and socks. He put his hands under my arms and made me
stand up. It was fucking incredible. He was acting as if this was totally
normal. He was undoing my belt and slipping down my pants and my... my
briefs. My cock was hard right near his face. He stood up and took off my
shirt. I was paralyzed with confusion, trepidation, and, well, totally
weirded out. I was also harder than I've ever been in my fucking life.

"Now we relax muscles from a hard day at work. We deserve it." He opened
the door and put his arm around my shoulder and walked me into the
steamroom. It was fucking hot in there. There were towels on hooks just
outside the steamroom. He took a couple of them and gave me one. He put his
towel on the tile bench area and indicated I should do the same. And then
he sat me down.

He remained standing in front of me. Naked as the day he was born. Before I
knew it he had put his legs between mine, spreading my legs far apart. He
was leaning over me. I turned my head to see what he was doing. He was
fiddling with a dial that seemed to set the temperature or release more
steam; I couldn't tell which. I turned back toward him and felt his hard
cock hit my cheek. Holy crap. He kept fiddling with the dial as if he was
having trouble getting it right. His cock was rubbing against my cheek as
he did this. It was like it was accidental, like he wasn't meaning to do
anything. But his legs were right between mine. He was fucking leaning over
me to reach the wall. It couldn't be accidental. It just couldn't be.

I realized I had stopped breathing. I opened my mouth to say something-- I
had no idea what I was going to say and...oh God oh God oh God oh God... I
don't know how it happened but he moved forward and his thick cock entered
my mouth.

I froze. My boss's cock was in my mouth. I thought it must be an
accident. He couldn't mean... He didn't... What if he thought I had done
this on purpose? What if he...

But he didn't move. He just froze. And his cock was right there, right on
my tongue. And, oh God, I couldn't stop myself. I touched him with my
tongue. I closed my lips around his thick cock so they were touching his
penis. I groaned. I sucked his cock, very tentatively.

And then slowly, so slowly, he pushed his cock in
further. Further. Further. Oh God in heaven my nose was against his
skin. His cock was all the way in my mouth. I felt... I felt... Oh God... I
had wanted to see what this was like... I had fucking jacked off thinking
about it. I had looked at the cocks of boys and men and felt a need, an
emptiness, a yearning in me... I had not even known... I had thought... Oh
God, my tongue moved like it had a brain of its own and I started caressing
Mr. Kim's thick cock with my teenage tongue. He was moving. In, out, in,
out. I was sucking, sucking, sucking...

Mr. Kim was fucking my mouth. I was sucking his cock. I was sucking cock. I
was sucking a grown man's cock. I was... in fucking heaven. I started
sucking in earnest like it was a popsicle. I didn't care if he thought I
was a shit for sucking him. I didn't care if he told my parents. I didn't
care. I fucking didn't care. It was the best feeling of my entire life.

And dimly, in my mind, I realized that he had grabbed my head and was
taking control of me. It wasn't an accident. It didn't happen by
accident. It's what he wanted all along. He had ordered a Kelly Girl to do
his typing and when he got a boy instead, he couldn't stop himself from
taking what he always had wanted. He wanted a cocksucker. He wanted a
boy. And... had he known I would gbe interested? Had he been able to tell?
Had I...? Oh God I had been staring at his crotch all day; of course he
knew what kind of boy I was! Of course he...

And then my brain talked to me. "Oh Lord, stop thinking about this
crap. You wanted to suck a real man's cock. He clearly wanted a boy to suck
him. Shut and enjoy it, you twit!"

Whatever you say, sir, I thought, and paid attention to what was happening.

Mr Kim was fucking my mouth in earnest now. I was sucking his cock. He was
groaning. He was moaning. He was talking.

"My son, my young one, my boy. Suck daddy. Suck daddy. Yes my boy. Suck my
manhood. I knew you wanted it. I knew you did. I knew it."

And he fucked my mouth over and over and over. A couple of times, I
couldn't breathe. I tried to get away, to take a break. He let me for a
couple of seconds and then put his cock at my lips. I took the head in my
mouth, licking it. And suddenly he shoved the whole fucking thing
inside. He was not that long. His cock reached the back of my throat. I
gagged when I felt it there, but then... oh man... then... something
happened... I wasn't feeling like I needed to gag anymore. His cock -- at
the back of my throat... it felt ... it felt like it belonged there. Like I
was the lock and he was the key. His cock was the key. My throat had been
waiting for his cock for sixteen fucking years. His cock was where it was
supposed to be. And so were my goddam lips.

He held his cock inside my mouth and kept calling me "son" over and
over. And then he withdrew his dick and he was stroking it madly and, fuck
it, he was cumming on my face, my forehead, my cheeks, my lips. Oh God, as
I felt his cum touch my lips, I felt my own orgasm take me. I had not even
realized I was hard. I was not touching my cock. It just shot straight up
as I felt his cum on my lips. I came and came and came and came.

I felt some cum on my eyelids. I did not know what to do.

But then I felt Mr. Kim's gentle fingers touch my eyelids and caress
them. He had cleaned me off. Oh God, his finger was on my lips and then it
was inside. His finger covered with his cum was on my tongue. It was
instinct, pure instinct, I sucked his finger and swallowed his cum.

"My son," he said, as I sucked the nectar from his penis.

My eyes finally opened and I saw his proud cock there before my eyes. I
looked up at him.

He was looking at me proudly.

"Big help," he said. "Big help. You are good son, good helper. I tell Kelly
Girl you are best temp ever. I pay extra. You help."

And that's it. That's how I made some cash under the table. Mr. Kim wanted
my help and he was fucking willing to pay for it. I couldn't tell anyone
what we were doing. I just deposited the money.

I worked for Mr. Kim for three weeks until his regular employee returned
from the hospital.

Mr. Kim would start every day by watching me arrive. He would exit the
store and go around to the driver's side, wait for my Dad to put down the
window, and he would shake hands with my Dad. I'm not sure why he did
it. He may have been trying to make my Dad feel comfortable that he was
keeping me safe and treating me right, treating me like his own son. He may
have just liked being polite. Or he may have gotten a secret, perverse
thrill from looking my father in the eye, shaking his hand, knowing my
father was trusting him with me, and knowing that later that day -- each
and every day -- he was going to fuck my teenage mouth and eventually coax
me into swallowing his cum. We all have our secrets. We all have our taboos
that we like to break. Maybe it was a power thing. I saw it in his eyes
when Mr. Kim would say goodbye to my Dad and walk toward me, looking into
my eyes, knowing that he was not only introducing me to good work ethics
but he was training me to be a champion cocksucker.

I liked working for Mr. Kim. I'm grateful that Kelly Girl connected us,
even if that connection involved his tongue and his cock in my teenage
mouth and his daddy cum sliding down my eager throat.

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