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I had pushed for hiring him. Stuart that is. The 21year old cutie who had applied to work at the hospital storeroom I supervised. HR had assented without fuss. He was a clean-cut college boy, dark-haired, firm-arsed and enthusiastic. So at least one attribute HR would have noticed and approved of. The other 3 were what appealed to me.
He started work and was quickly taken in by the rest of the staff (actually just 3 other lads and me as storeroom supervisor -- a different pay grade, but really not much between what I did and the rest). He was pleasant, hard working, and generally all round likeable. And I had it bad for him.
I was already 40 and while in pretty good shape, had definitely lost the boyish good looks and twunk bod of yesterday. I've been in a fairly stable open relationship with a guy who I came up with on the gay scene two decades ago, but I've never lost my lust for the twink types. I'm always susceptible to the charms of a slim pretty boy of 19-25 with a cute face, healthy cock and smooth arse.
Of course, there are twinks who do prefer older guys, but many of the ones on the scene (including myself in my younger days) don't really fancy dudes much past their 20s. At least, not in a direct sense; just like I did, these twinks, well aware of the power of their attraction for older dudes, often play the latter for rewards and if the do eventually allow them to get some of their ass, assume a dominant role. They enjoy watching us middle aged guys humiliate ourselves chasing them and get their own kicks by treating us as their bitches when it comes to the wild stuff. If it comes.
Doesn't stop me though. In fact, I find it kinda hot being slapped around and made to beg to get some fresh young boy-hole and dick. And that's exactly what I wanted from Stuart.
See, I knew he was gay though you'd never be able to tell by looking at him. The only reason I knew was that I'd clocked him at a gay bar in the city. I'd been immediately smitten. So him getting the job was priority for me. Would he be grateful? And I was now his boss. Would that count for anything?...
One Friday evening we were alone in the stores after a slow day. It's a private hospital with only a few operating theatres and no ER, so there's not much pressure, especially on Fridays. Stuart was stacking shelves on a stepladder as I passed to get to the office. His beautiful firm buns protruded and the top of his cracked peeped alluringly from over the waist of his combats as he reached up. I couldn't restrain myself. I extended my arm and gave those preachy cheeks a firm pinch.
"Hey!" he called down nearly dropping the pack he was stacking "what the fuck was that, dude?"
I smiled up at him. He didn't look entirely objectionable.
"oh, you know. Just being friendly son. Thought you'd like to know the boss is pleased." I laughed.
He returned a giggle
"yeh, I know the boss is happy with my twerk. Kinda copped that one a while back. So you often perving young dudes working here?" he said as he jumped down off the ladder and came right up in my face. I smiled uneasily and backed into the office. He followed and slammed the door. Was this a game or something serious?
Fortunately, it was the former.
I sat into my swivel chair, intending to play the dom here in whatever was going to happen.
He quickly disabused me of that illusion
"i know what you want, dad. And how bad you want it" he said as he turned and presented me with his luscious, tight butt. "you're just gagging to get a piece of this, arnt'ya?"
He was right of course. Only short of dribbling, I was desperate to get a whiff of that gorgeous 21year old arsehole.
"get on your knees then and beg me!" he commanded.
Ok. So any chance of me playing the sexy dom older boss had vanished. I was to be the boss who's humiliated and made to crawl for a sexy young employee. It was already twink in charge. I obeyed.
"please Stu. Please, you're such a fucking hot boy. I'm just a pathetic perv on my knees begging for it from you, son. Please let me get a taste of your fit young butt crack and dong!"
He spat down on my imploring face. That was pretty disgusting, but I wasn't gonna complain.
"I bet you want this arse so bad, if I farted you'd still want your face in it. You'd probably thank me for it too. Go on, tell me how you would"
"Stu, your ass is so fucking fine, if you farted right in my face I would still want to be right up in it"
He laughed
"alright then. Let's see you"
With that he pulled down his jocks and shoved his incredibly beautiful young arse into my face. I impulsively grabbed his hips and began to gorge away on his sweet boy-hole. Then he suddenly grabbed the back of my head a pushed it in further. I was afraid he was actually going to fart, but mercifully he didn't and I just munched away on his stinky yet savoury pucker, all the while enjoying the smoothness of his warm ass cheeks against my face.
"I think I'll have to return a favour to you, boss" he muttered darkly as I was immersed in his musky young crack. The statement struck me as odd and intriguing. I came out for air.
"What do you mean?" I asked
"well, I think I have a job for you too. Fancy joining me and me mates this weekend? We're gonna have a party and I think you'll make a great piece of entertainment!"
Now, I knew well that whatever the lad had planned in his fiendish little brain wasn't going to show me up in the best light, but the chance to -- possibly -- get it on with this young stud and his mates was just too good to resist. I accented to the idea. I'd be joining them Saturday evening at his flat.
Meanwhile I was going to enjoy his arse a bit longer. The little prick teaser however wouldn't let me get off there and then. He pulled up his jocks and left the office. I ended up having to jack off in the toilet on my own.
When Saturday evening came I arrived at his flat. He had about 5 of his pals from college there -- all fit young lads around his age, After a few drinks, Stu took me to his room. I was flooded with a mixture of lustful excitement and a sense of foreboding. What had he planned for me?
"Well, the score is boss, you're gonna put on a show for us. A striptease. We all wanna see a dad like you show your stuff to us boys. See if you can turn us on or something. At least it'll be a laugh!"
Oh fuck, I thought. It'll more likely be a laugh for them. I'm supposed to get up in front of them and humiliate myself by revealing my slightly out of shape body and middle aged arse and balls to these lads like some reject from the Full Monty. They better not be thinking of filming it!
Stu handed me some gear -- PVC thong, harness and dog-collar. I was glad to have had those few drinks now. It would make this humiliation easier. On the other hand, I found the whole idea titillating in it's perversity; a dad-bod lap-dancing for hot young twinks! I got ready and Stu lead me to the door of the den.
"And now, gentleman we are proud to introduce...(mock trumpet roll)...Stu's boss! Hit it!"
One of the lads flicked on some cheesy dance music and I entered to do my thing. Immediately the boys erupted into raucous laughter. I wiggled my arse in front of them, and they responded with slaps and pinches. I pulled down my thong to reveal my raging hard schlong. The boys spat on it and whacked it aside when it got too close. One of them then stood up and began dancing with me as his mates were falling around laughing. He shoved me to the ground, pulled down his own jocks and proceeded to let a rain of hot piss down into my face. I was spluttering but didn't protest.
Stu similarly let his jocks down and squatted on my face, allowing me access to that incredibly hot boy-hole of his. I immediately went to work on it. The other stood around, cocks out and began jacking off over me, still in fits of laughter. I dropped my had down to my own schlong and joined in.
The whole scene was a cacophony of laughter, crap music, grunting, moaning and the slapping, slurping of flesh. I shot pretty quickly, right up into my own face as it happened. Meanwhile the lads painted my belly white with their glorious streams of hot boy spunk.
That was the reward for my putting a good word in for this magnificent and masterful young stud.
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