Date: Sat, 29 Sep 2018 20:14:09 +0000 (UTC) From: Short Guy Subject: Temping part 2 Temping part 2 by Short Guy Please remember that Nifty needs your donations to provide these stories. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html I put Mr. Kim's lessons to good use at a few other jobs. As I said, even though I thought I was just an average kid, I had a face that struck other people as beautiful, vulnerable, sweet. I had thick pink lips that were expressive and that I tended to lick. Somehow my body, my face, my lips, they called to my bosses. And my innate teenage horniness made it hard for me not to stare at a hot man's pecs, arms, legs, crotch. I also was totally attracted to grown men. Boys were OK but daddies, fuck, I couldn't have stopped myself from looking at them if I had wanted to. So it turned out that it wasn't hard for men to figure out what kind of boy I was or what I wanted. And men... well men are horny... all the fucking time, whether they were married or not, straight or gay. I had this face that was part handsome and part pretty and a thin but muscular boy body and something about me just made it hard to them to resist once they knew I was attracted to them, once they saw me staring at their crotches. They had needs and I was willing and, well, who can pass up a good thing when it lands right in your lap? Guys like blowjobs and once they realized I was ready and willing to "help them out," it was never long before my boss was shoving his cock in my mouth. In his office. In the bathroom. In the storeroom. In his car. In a locked conference room. I sucked one guy while he talked with his wife on the phone. I sucked another guy under his desk while he was typing a report. And there was the office where I became the resident cocksucker. The boss had me first. He must have told the other guys who worked there because one by one the six salesmen invited me into their offices to provide my Kelly Girl services. They all started out by having me sit in their chair and type something they didn't need, standing near me, their crotch in my face, my eyes drawn like a magnet to their growing pouch and then the zipper would come down and, fuck, it became part of my job description to suck off every married man in the place at least once a week. And then there was the boss who helped me out by taking my cherry. I was working in a junior high school, typing reports for the principal, Mr. Gary. I have to tell you I had a thing for teachers and the idea of doing it with principal filled quite a few of my jack off fantasies. The principals of both my junior high and my high school were incredibly sexy. They were goodlooking and athletic and I had a crush on both of them. And now I was working for the principal of a junior high school in the neighboring town and he was just as hot a guy as the principals in my own schools. Staring at him was something I could not stop myself from doing even if my life depended on it. I was the only guy in an open office with a dozen women, mostly older. They didn't like me because I did the work fast and efficiently. A report they told the principal would take two days to type was done in an hour when he gave it to me. The women were pissed at me, but what was I supposed to do, just gossip and talk on the phone all day? I got good reviews from Kelly Girl only if I worked hard. It wasn't my fault if they were lazy. When I gave the report to my boss in just one hour, he was fucking amazed because of what the women had told him. I was ready for my next assignment but he didn't have one. He thought it would take two days to do the report. I couldn't hide the disappointment from my face. I only got paid for the hours I worked. If he sent me home now, I'd only get paid for one hour. He asked me what was wrong after he told me he didn't need me any more, so I told him. He hadn't thought about the fact that I wouldn't be paid if he sent me home. Mr. Gary felt sorry for me. Or maybe he just noticed me staring at his crotch and licking my lips. "Let me think about it," he said, looking around his office and then back at me. He gazed at me, as if seeing me for the first time. He looked at me. And looked at me. And looked at me. He licked his lips. That was the fucking sign. He had finally noticed how good looking I was and how my Mexican/Japanese features were both manly and gentle. I was a boy and a man at the same time. I was a boy like the boys in his school that -- face it -- he lusted after. I was seventeen but I was short (five two) and had a boyish face. He was married to a woman but jacked off thinking about the boys in his school, just at the cusp of manhood. And here I was, in his office, all legal at seventeen, but looking like those pretty boys he lusted after. Of course, if anyone found out, he would lose his job, probably lose his wife and kids too. But there I was, sexy as hell, licking my lips, staring at his penis as it got hard in his pants. He was a smart guy, accomplished, and successful. But at that moment, his penis was doing all the thinking. I knew what was happening. I had seen it happen before. It's like my face had bewitched him, as licking my lips as I stared at his crotch and turned him into a hormonal teenager. He wanted nothing else in that moment bu to shove his raging hard cock up my bubble butt. And every signal I gave him said that I was the kind of boy who would let him do it. But he was frozen with lust and indecision. He wanted me; I could tell. But he did not know what to do about it. I decided to help him out. "I'll do anything," I said. "Anything at all." I stood up and walked around his desk. He was frozen in his chair but his eyes followed me like I was the answer to life itself. I stood next to him. "Please Mr. Gary," I said. "I am a very hard worker. Very very hard." I licked my lips. And then I did something that was a fucking cliché. I turned my back on him and said, "oh there's something on the floor." And I fucking bent over and touched my toes pretending to look at the carpet. My beautiful bubble butt was in his face. I heard Mr. Gary gag and gasp and sputter. I stayed in position, letting him see what he wanted to see. I stood up then and turned to him. His mouth was open. He looked stunned. I looked down at his crotch. He was fucking hard. I stared at his crotch, and then I said, "If you don't have any work here, maybe you have some at home." He looked down at his own crotch and saw how obvious it was that he had a hardon. He looked up and from the side I saw him watching me watch his crotch. As he looked at me looking at his dick, I licked my lips again. "I want to help you out, Mr. Gary," I whispered. "Please give me something hard to do." OK, I admit it. My double entendres were stupid and cheesy, but they fucking worked. Mr. Gary gasped as if he couldn't stand it any more. "Yes, yes, yes," he said. "I have work for you at home." And he stood up, his dick stretching his pants out in front of him. He took his jacket off the hook and put it in front of him to hide his boner as I followed him out of the office, out of the building, out to the parking lot, into his car, and all the way to his house, where I attacked him the moment we got inside, shoving down his zipper, manhandling his principal dick and swallowing it whole right inside his front door. After a few minutes of expert cocksucking, I stood up and looked up at him. He looked petrified. He was a fucking principal. He couldn't believe he was doing this. He had a boy on his knees sucking his dick, looking for all the world as if he were a pro. I thought of what would break him down even further and make him putty in my hands. "Principal Gary," I said, "do you ever get the urge to punish your students who just won't listen to reason? Do you ever want to take them over your knee and.. " and as I talked I did a striptease, removing my shirt so he could see my tight muscle pecs and arms and my sixpack, as I removed my shoes and socks and shoved my pants down to the floor, as I turned around so he could see my little bubble butt. I looked at him over my shoulder as I caressed my ass right in front of him. "Guy," he said, sputtering, as if he was realizing what he was doing and couldn't believe he had driven me home and let me suck his dick and strip in front of him. "This isn't right, we shouldn't, I can't..." I moved back toward him until my bare ass was touching his throbbing cock. "Didn't you ever wonder what it would be like to fuck one of your students?" He moaned like I was the devil and he knew, he fucking knew he was going to give in to temptation, and that he shouldn't, but he would, that it was inevitable, that we had walked down a path that had only one way out. I was rubbing my ass on his cock. I let it slip between my ass cheeks and moved up and down stroking him with my seventeen year old ass crease. He moaned. He groaned. He whimpered. He knew he was beaten. He couldn't stop himself. My ass was too perfect. I seemed too willing. His needs were too great. I turned around and looked him in the eye. "Principal," I said, lying through my teeth, "I like you. I really like you. I look up to teachers and you're the principal. You're the head teacher. You're in charge. You're on top. And you're... you're a real man. A grown man. I know grown men have needs. Deep needs. And I know how to... well, help a man with his needs. But, see... the thing is... the thing is... I'm a virgin. I've never been fucked." I put his cock between my legs, squeezing it, letting him feel my thighs, my balls, the crevice between my ass cheeks, the tender opening at which his cock pressed. "I want you to be the one. Please won't you be the one?" Principal Gary groaned so loud I thought the police would come. I had worn him out. I had fucking worn him out. He fucking picked me up, his cock dripping with precum and my own saliva and and he carried me like a shot of lighting through the house to his bedroom where we threw me onto his bed, his cock perched at my asshole, his clothes still on with his beautiful manly cock sticking out, and he pushed his cock into the opening of my ass where it got stuck since I was so fucking tight. He pushed and nothing happened. He pushed again and it slipped in. I screamed because it hurt so much. He pulled it out. Suddenly he got up. I watched him stripping as fast as he could and he was running to the bathroom. He came back in a moment was a jar of Vaseline. He was coating his cock and he was turning me onto my stomach so my bubble butt was sticking up right there in front of him, the butt of the boys he had lusted after for so long, the butt of a boy who literally begged him to fill it with his daddy dick, and fuck it, he was coating my asshole. This was his time, this was his boy, this was... His finger, it was so slippery, it was so strong. He pushed it inside. He moved it around. Then a second finger. And a third. He was opening me up. Then emptiness, cold air until... He couldn't wait any longer. He fucking shoved his cock up my ass to the hilt in one swift movement. Holy God, he was trembling with lust, with triumph, and this time, it felt so fucking good, I moaned instead of screaming. I collapsed onto the bed, his cock embedded in my bubble butt. I was being fucked by the principal. I was on the clock for Kelly Girl. I was told to do what my boss wanted. And what he wanted was to fuck my goddam ass. I realized he was groaning too. He was moving. In and out. I was getting fucked. He was fucking a boy. He had dreamed of this moment for so long. He had jerked off thinking about fucking the boys in his school. And here I was, grownup enough to fuck and young enough to look like his middle schoolers and fuck it if his cock wasn't exactly where he wanted it to be. He was growling and moaning and panting and, as far he could tell, taking my cherry. The principal deflowering the boy in his care, the teacher betraying the trust given to him by the parents, fucking the boy who fucking wanted it, who begged for it, who fucking begged for it, and who... fuck it to hell, he started pumping in and out of my bubble butt like there was no tomorrow. I wanted to be fucked, he wanted to fuck me. And fuck me he did. Wildly. Powerfully. Deeply. I knew he was pretending I was a boy in his school and I was pretending he was one of my principals. We both were getting what we wanted. And we fucking wanted it so fucking badly.I moaned so he knew how good it felt to be opened up by the principal, to be the principal's boy, to be one the that he finally, finally, finally, got to fuck the living daylights out of, to piston in and out of until he erupted and erupted and erupted in the most joyful release of his life as he pumped my schoolboy ass full of principal cum. After he had climaxed, he went limp on top of me. I felt the weight of him. I felt his cheek against mine. I felt his hands reach for mine and hold me down on the bed, his cock still embedded in my little ass. Afterwards, it was awkward. He felt embarrassed at what he had done. He was embarrassed as how wild he had gotten, at how he had just lost it. He was worried I might tell someone. He didn't say anything but I could tell. So after we both had taken a shower and gotten dressed, I walked up to him. I looked up at him. I smiled. I smiled until he smiled too, until he realized how happy I was that he had fucked my ass. I moved closer and put my arms around him. I hugged him, like I would hug my father. He was taller than me. Everyone is taller than me. I moved my head back and looked him in the eyes, my arms still around him. "Thank you, Mr. Gary," I said. I put my arms around his neck and pulled myself up, my legs automatically circling his torso so he was holding me like I was a little kid. "Thank you," I said again as our lips touched and as he pulled a Mr. Kim and stuck his tongue into my mouth. I sucked his tongue. I licked it. I kissed him. I kissed my principal. I kissed my lover. I kissed my teacher. He moaned. I thought it had been over. He thought it had been over. But we had thought too soon. He wanted to fuck a boy and there I was in his arms sucking his tongue. I don't know what you would have done. But he walked me in his arms back to his bedroom and he fucked me all over again. 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