RP:]] St Luke's Reform School For Young Gentlemen

"Then on the hood of the car is fine by me," I tell him as I pull from down from the hood of the car a little forcefully than I had intended before, letting a hand linger onto his chest.

"I don't really care if you leave any marks, I don't really want this guys custom anyway," I tell Josef before looking over his hot body, my hand still on one of his pecs.

"Bend over the hood," I state to him, even though again it sounds more like a question.

"Maybe, we'll see how I feel about all this," I say a little more quietly to myself at the end as I clear my throat before looking down his ass that's presented to me in those baggy overalls.

I bite into my lip before grabbing at the baggy bottoms and pulling them down from his hips. I widen my eyes a little when I see he's not wearing any pants underneath, just some very form-fitting boxers.

"Oh man," I say under my breath as I bring my hand down his ass and rubbing a circle on his ass with my hand before pressing my clothed growing bulge to his ass.

This is going to feel so good, he's so dainty and small... that means he'll be so tight. Fuck...

[[Don't worry, I'm a little blah myself anyways.]]

"Servicing cars for twenty years can do that to you," I say as I start to pull off his boxers gently, I don't want to hurt him in any way.

I bite into my lip again and let out a long shaky breath as I see his pert ass staring back at me. It's so young, lean and... perfect.

"Fuck, it's being so long since I've felt skin this.. soft," I say as I grab at Joe's ass cheeks with my hands and grip them in my hands roughly.

I let out a small moan as I caress his ass cheeks more roughly, my dick pulsing inside my pants as I do so.

Boss? Fuck, that did things to me that I never thought were possible.

"Fuck Joe," I let out as I bite into my lip and reach my hands up from his soft skin of his ass and quickly undoing my pants and belt.

I let my pants fall to the ground with a clunk before letting my boxers follow just as quickly. But then I realise how far I have truly gone, something snapped inside me back there and I have never got naked so fast in so long.

"Erm, Joe, do you want me to prep you?" I ask him as I let my hands full to his hips again where I stroke the skin there gently, a little affectionate but that's what I always do with my lovers... sexual partners.

"Good, okay then, awesome," I reply as I nod and kick off my jeans and boxers.

I grab a hold of Josef's hips with my hands before looking up and down his bend back. He's so hot, he's got a dainty figure about him, something that I am not used to. Something that I could over power, which is something that I am also now used to.

I don't say a word to him as I lie myself up before pushing myself home into him. I bite into my lip as I am consumed by his tight, tight heat. I let out a small, low noise as I push into him gradually.

I was right, he is so so tight.

God, him calling me boss is doing things to me that feel so damn good.

I start to fill him up, keeping my eyes trained on his back with my hands glued to his hips to keep him in place against the car hood.

"That's right Joe, you like that big dick inside you, don't you?" I ask him as I push all the way into him and just keep myself buried inside him to the holt.

I grin as I start up a rhythm inside of him, happy that he is enjoying this, and he doesn't sound like he's faking. I know what that sounds like, I had to do that a lot when I was around his age.

"You got it Joe," I say to him before leaning down onto his back and whispering in his ear, "Just don't scratch the paintwork."

I then grin and let out a small laugh as I stand up again and press my hands to the small of his back as I carry on a steady slapping rhythm.

I smirk to myself as I feel more powerful now, and with that power comes confidence to be cocky towards him. He's my assistant, he assists me, does that I say.

His words of courage telling me how much that he is loving this is just driving my hips into a thrusting action into his ass more.

"I know I am," I say, puncuating every word with a thrust inside him.

I watch as he moans loudly and arches his back up a little, a perfect U shape being created by his spine. I can't help but grin.

"That good Joey?"

"Glad to hear it," I say quickly as I grip my fingernails deep into the skin on his hips, no doubt leaving bruises in their place.

I stare in somewhat awe as I watch his body flex against the hot metal of the car beneath him.

"Oooh, fuck Joe," I let out as I just watch him, my mouth open in a silent scream as small pants pass through my mouth.

"Yeah, you like that, don't you?" I say with a Cheshire grin on my face as I carry on thrusting into his prostate in a fast pace rhythm, causing both of us to let out shaky moans, vibrating through the air.

I bite into my lip as I feel myself edging pretty close to the edge of my climax, at a pretty embarrassing rate if I must say so myself. But that's probably because I am so used to gentle love making that I forgot how quick a quick fuck really is. I guess it's in the name really.

"Oooooh, fuck," I let out as I start up a really fast rhythm, my hands now on the small of Josef's back as I let my head collapse onto his shoulder out of sheer pleasure.

"Me too Babe, me too," I'm so used to calling my lovers pet names so I'm not about to stop now, even if it is just a stress relieving one time fuck, I'm still gonna use them.

I continue to pound home into him, my orgasm creeping up on me at a speed which catches me off guard, almost.

"Shit, fucking there," I choke out as I let my sweating forehead full onto Josef's shoulder as I pull his hips close to me and I shot inside of him which a scream.

I wipe my hands over my face as I step back from Josef, my dick pulling out of him, the blood trailing down his thigh. I grimace a little before picking up my boxers from the floor and wiping my dick over with the black material.

"Shit," I let out as I shake my head a little, trying to bring myself back into the real world.

"Thanks for that Joe, I really needed that," I tell him.

I'm not sure whether I should have thanked him or not, but I couldn't think of anything to say. I reach my hand out, patting his already arched slicked wet back.

"Yeah..."

"Much," I say as I pull my own pants up, ignoring the boxers I have cleaned myself with before going to throw them in the garbage, I have so many pairs at home it wouldn't matter if I lost one pair.

"Thanks for that," I thank him, before looking right at his face.

I can't help but feel a little sick still though, but I don't think that it's the stress anymore. I think it's the guilt.

Fuck.