A gay adult stories: Intern Temptation by Xelody ,
My first story for this site. I like it when a story has plot and real characters and basically just more substance than unrealistic sex. I like these guys. I might do more with them. Like how they meet and how they started their fling, or maybe any scenes anyone would like to suggest?
Just what exactly is that brat doing? Not a whole lot, Hugo realises. His intern hasn’t put his iPhone down for the last five minutes, just endlessly scrolling something he’ll probably tell Hugo he’s too old for, with his stupid pretty face a mix of sass and sympathy.
“I wouldn’t let anyone else catch you staring like that,” Ellis is looking at him now, looking like he knows everything there is and that Hugo’s a fool.
…Hugo is a fool.
“No one else catches my eye,” he responds, setting his face in an attempt at intimidating.
It doesn’t work on Ellis anymore. “Everyone catches your eye, you big perv. It’s just that face of yours that scares everyone off.”
And here he goes, getting up and coming over to Hugo’s desk, hips swaying oh-so-purposefully in those skin tight trousers that go against every office dress code ever. Hugo doesn’t mean to gulp.
“Then what makes you so brave?” he reaches out his hand to Ellis’s waist and slides it around his back as he gets close enough.
“I’m not brave,” Ellis scoffs, even though Hugo would argue otherwise, “I can just tell you’re not as mean as you like to think you are. You’re actually a bit of a softie.”
Yup. The evidence is right here as Ellis slips into his lap and hooks his knees over the arm of the chair, lounging back in Hugo’s arms without a care in the world.
The kid is kinda the same, and maybe that’s why they’ve gelled so well. He’s got his tight clothes and his dirty blond hair just past his shoulders with a floppy fringe always in his eyes. Curls for days and such an ass that he could easily be mistaken for a chick from behind. And maybe if he was, Hugo wouldn’t be risking his career every time he allows him to lock their office door and sidle on over like this.
He kisses him, the slight taste of coffee that’s nowhere near as strong as it is from partners his own age. Finding anyone even close to 40 that tickled any of his fancies had become just about impossible, to the point where Hugo had even considered dating sites and hook-up apps to just hang out with someone. And then this skinny teen walks in for an interview and right away Hugo knows he’s going to hire him, despite all the better candidates, just to watch that ass sway and those eyes shine from across the room.
He’d never considered getting him in bed would be anything more than a fantasy.
“I feel like you’re being clingy,” Hugo decides, suggesting it gently so as not to set off the fire in this minx.
“I’m fine,” Ellis lies. Hugo can tell by the way he exhales with a shrug and looks away. “Just…”
“You can tell me anything,” Hugo reminds him, kissing his cheek and sneaking one in on his neck for good measure.
“You make it sound so serious,” Ellis rolls his eyes.
“I worry!” oh how he worries. He’s attached. He’s too attached. “Spit it out.”
“I just wondered if you wanted to… try something,” his voice has gone low and breathy, tickling against Hugo’s ears. He does this on purpose and he knows the effect it has.
Ellis has got himself straddled in Hugo’s lap now, his lithe body like a feather. He’s a little over 6 feet tall, but his legs are so long compared to his body that he’s having to look up to see Hugo now, and Hugo likes it that way. Probably something to do with having authority and power, being bigger, and maybe that’s why this 19 year old enchants him so much. Ellis likes the challenge of whipping Hugo into just about anything.
“Like what?” Hugo knows damn well what.
“If the rumors are true, I think just about everyone but us has banged over this desk.”
The rumors are true, but Ellis doesn’t need to know about the hidden camera in the bookshelf. He could ruin so many marriages.
“How many times do I need to tell you, huh? Not in the office! We can’t risk it,” Ellis is pouting, trying to lure him in with guilt. “Babe. Don’t.”
He cups his cheek and tries to settle him down a bit, other hand running up his cute cardigan at the back to draw circles with his fingers. If Ellis can just keep it in his pants for another half hour or so, Hugo can get done with these figures and they can get the hell out of here.
Uh huh. Ellis is taking none of Hugo’s crap today. He’s trying to do that thing where he puts all this ‘I know what’s best for you, shush’ infliction into his voice. He can’t tell where either of them fit in with all the age-gap kink stereotypes. He likes feeling looked after, and Hugo’s such a softie, he definitely likes the caring aspect. He likes teaching Ellis what to do, the tricks of the trade, in both business and in bed.
For now, at least, Ellis will play along. He’ll sit in Hugo’s lap like a little koala, slip his chin onto his shoulder and pretend to rest. For about five minutes, just to lull him into that sense of security. He keeps giving Ellis little kisses to the side of his head, little touches to the small of his back that send tingles all over. They’re like subconscious movements while he’s stewing over the screen in front of him, like he just wants to touch him to help him think.
Ellis starts off slow, just a little twitch like he’s adjusting. He knows Hugo can feel how hard he is when he presses forwards. There’s no reaction except letting up the weight of the hand on his back as if to make it easier. Until Ellis does it again.
“Hmm? Cheeky,” Hugo mutters.
And then again.
“What are you doing?”
Ellis says nothing, just keeps grinding. He’s steadily increasing the force and the speed. He doesn’t want to disturb and annoy Hugo too much, but he wants his attention. He wants him to take him seriously.
“Elly, baby, just a little longer, ok?” Hugo pleads. Ellis can tell it’s getting harder to reject him by the tone of his voice, throwing out the pet names.
He knows just how to break him.
Another grind, the hardest yet, rolling his ass all across Hugo’s lap. He looks him in the eye, biting his lip.
“Ellis!” Hugo’s hand comes to his ass, squeezing. “You are such a piece of work.”
“The door’s locked. I bet even the cleaners have gone home by now. The only thing stopping you is you.”
Hugo sighs, turning his face away. When he looks back, he’s hardened his expression into something stern, almost intimidating in the way his eyes cut into Ellis.
“Get on your knees,” he demands, hand on his shoulder as Ellis obediently lowers himself to the floor. He unfastens his belt, button and fly, completely opening the front of his pants, and runs his fingers into Ellis’s hair, gripping the length at the back. “Why don’t you find a way to entertain yourself while I finish this?”
Oh?
There’s a whole string of sass and sarcasm just dying to escape Ellis’s lips, but that would be pushing Hugo too far. This is a start, if nothing else.
Hugo only has a semi when Ellis comes to take it out from the fly of his shorts, but even in this state it’s impressive. He’s seen enough porn to know that cocks are pretty ugly things, but Hugo’s absolutely fascinates him. It’s thick and curves slightly downwards, almost as if it’s designed to reach the back of his throat. He likes playing with the foreskin, which he doesn’t have on his own cock, pulling it back and forth over that fat head and squeezing the first drop of pre-cum with it. That’s his cue for the first lick.
He glances up to see Hugo’s reaction, tip of his dick still in his mouth, but he’s still looking directly at his computer, like Ellis isn’t even there. Is this a new challenge? Accepted.
He teases, long, slow licks all up and down the length, working his way around the whole of his cock. On his second loop, he pulls Hugo’s balls out of the underwear too, putting each one into his mouth in turn. He’s completely erect now. Ellis’s own cock is throbbing and he wants so badly to give it more room in these stupid pants he knows make Hugo stare.
Hugo gasps, just the smallest of little whimpers coming from above Ellis. He’s trying to hide the pleasure. That’s against the rules.
Time to crank it up a notch.
He takes the head in his mouth, working his tongue around it, circling it and dipping into the slit. Hugo lets out a moan. Ellis delves deeper, getting as much in as he can until he can feel his gag reflex rebelling.
“It’s ok. Swallow, like we practiced,” Hugo guides him, hand on the back of his head to stroke his hair and help soothe. Ellis finally opens up his throat, remembering to breathe through his nose. He can’t hold it for very long, but Hugo doesn’t mind.
Hugo should probably sack himself after this.
He closes his laptop and pushes it safely to the side of the desk. Ellis is still bobbing his beautiful head up and down on his cock. He had his hair in a bun earlier, the perfect handle for holding on to his head as he sucks, but raking his fingers through those locks feels just as nice.
“You’re so unfair,” he starts to coax Ellis up, sitting him on the desk and dragging him into a kiss. “Look at you, tempting me like this. Such a naughty, naughty boy. I should punish you, but I think maybe you’d like that too much.”
He palms Ellis’s cock through his pants and feels his boy squirm. He’s so hard, so desperate for it at this point. This is probably punishment enough in itself. He keeps kissing and rubbing, moving his free hand to start pulling Ellis’s cardigan down from his shoulders. He breaks the kiss to pull his polo shirt over his head and has his hands go straight to those nipples.
Ellis braces himself on the desk, leaning back with his arms behind him, giving Hugo all the access he could want. He knows he can make him cum just from this, just from touching his chest and stroking the front of his pants, but where’s the fun in that.
He starts to peel those sinful trousers off, rolling them down to his ankles where his boots get in the way, but they can go on the floor as well. Ellis is left in nothing but his bright red Superman boxer-briefs and some kitten-print socks from the office Secret Santa. He’s still at that age where, despite his best efforts in the gym, his chest hasn’t filled out yet and it’s just as smooth as his pretty little face.
“Hugh,” he squeaks. He’s so desperate. All that sass and cheek has gone and he’s looking at Hugo with nothing but need. “Please.”
If Hugo had any kind of resolve left in him, he’d leave him here. That’d fucking teach him for trying this on at work of all places. But alas, he can only ever cave to every single one of this cutie’s wishes. He can feel filthy later, but right now, he wants to get those undies off.
He pulls them down slowly, letting Ellis’s skinny dick pop out, dripping wet, against his stomach. It’s such a pretty thing, like the rest of him, and Hugo hasn’t even calculated his next trick before he’s got it in his mouth. Ellis thrusts up at the contact. He’s so close. That’s no fun.
He moves down, pulling Ellis by the hips until his ass is just over the edge of the desk and he can bury his tongue in that instead. He can feel Ellis tense up. He’s always so nervous about being eaten out. Sure, there’s that certain tang, but it’s fine. Hugo’s done much worse than this before. He likes to lick him slick, get his ass all juiced up before he can stick a finger in. He has to time it right. As soon as he hits that prostate, he knows Ellis will blow, and he wants to catch that with his mouth.
Ellis is breathing so hard as Hugo takes his cock in his mouth again. He’s trying to keep himself from coming. Hugo lines up his finger, skirting around the edge of his puckered hole just to warn him that it’s going in. He pulls back so just the head of Ellis’s cock is in his mouth and pushes in with his finger, setting off the eruption as Ellis loses all control. He sucks him dry.
His fingers move in an out, stretching his ass out as well as he can since they have no real lube here. Ellis gets hard again quickly, eyes locked on Hugo’s as they both heat up, both ready for the end to come soon. They kiss again and Hugo helps flip Ellis over, knees spread wide to hold his ass up at the perfect height for his cock to sink in.
He kind of wishes he’d gotten completely naked too, but there’s something so lewd about seeing this boy ass up on his desk while he’s still completely clothed. Hugo can’t last much longer now, this ass is just too much for him, and he reaches around to jerk Ellis’s cock and bring them to the same level.
“You look so good like that, on the desk,” Hugo manages, panting with each word.
“And you didn’t even want to do it.”
Oh, this boy.
He rams him harder, nearly knocking the wind out of him, the slap of his balls on Ellis’s filling the room with their moans and hot breaths. Ellis is squeezing his muscles around Hugo’s cock. He’s trying to hold his orgasm in but all it’s doing is bringing Hugo’s closer.
“Come on,” Hugo pulls Ellis back, holding him flush against his chest as he keeps up the fucking. “Cum for me. Cum on the desk. I want to see it.”
He can see over his shoulder and has to force his own eyes to stay open as he finishes deep in Ellis’s ass to see his jet shoot across the desk. He keeps pumping him until he knows he’s worn out. Ellis leans back heavily on him, sinking into his arms. Hugo lets his cock flop out and his own cum dribbles from Ellis’s ass onto the desk.
He picks him up and sets him in his chair while he cleans up. Ellis is always such a ragdoll after an orgasm, let alone two as intense as those he’s just had. He’s watching him wipe the desk with some tissues, balled up in nothing but his little socks while Hugo still has his pants open.
“I don’t suppose there’s anything else you want to tick off your list while we’re here, is there?”
Ellis shakes his head. Hugo can’t tell if the kid needs a good nap or a good meal.
“Come on, let’s get you out of here. Back to my place?”
“Obviously.”