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!"
