The Temp

It was Monday morning, the commute rush, it was always around 7.30am when we were really pushed to get all the suit wankers their coffee before they jumped on the tube. I opened the cafe at 6am, and just like clockwork, a text from sarah, “sorry babe, feeling really rough, won’t make it in x”, this usually happens on a Monday when she’s been caning it all weekend.
I made myself an espresso and called the temp agency to arrange someone.

6.45 am and there was a weak rattle at the door, I walked over to unlock it, as I got closer I could see a young lad peering in. “ Fuck me, he’s cute”, I let out under my breath. He stood there about 5 ft 11, dark slick hair with piercing green eyes. I spotted the tufts of chest hair poking over his black polo shirt. 

“Hey, I’m Andy, you from the angency?”, I held out a hand for him to shake. He grabbed my hand firmly, much stronger than his knock, ”Yeah, I’m Ryan”, he smiled back at me parting his pretty lips. I showed him the basics and watched as he greeted the usual customers, the women were totally taken by Ryan and I could see why. I couldn’t help but glance at his little bubble butt in his black cargo trousers, the temp uniform wasn’t the most flattering thing but they way those trousers clung to each of his perfectly round cheeks he was making them work.
It was 9am now and some of the other staff were in so I suggested to Ryan if he wanted a break To which he sighed in relief and nodded.

we sat in the break room together and made small talk. “You owned this place long?’, Ryan asked, no holding back and very forthcoming.  “Erm, yeah about 5 years now I reckon”, I sipped my fourth coffee of the morning. “And do you always stare at the boys arses Andy?”, he smiled widely. I nearly spat my coffee out in shock! I wasn’t gonna let this youngster make me feel uncomfortable in my own shop. “Only if they are as tight as yours“, I winked. A look grew on Ryan’s face which told me that was the answer he wanted, so I saw my chance, and took it.
‘I walked over to the door and locked it. “Go on then, get on your knees’, I said firmly. “Is that a work request Andy?“ Ryan raised his eyebrow. “No boy, it’s an order” I pointed the the floor in front of me.
Ryan walked up to me, straight up to my face until he was centimetres away form me “yes sir”, he whispered as he got down on his knees.
I took his hands and put them on my arse and undid my fly, my rock hard dick bounced out and rested on his pretty face as he looked up at me. “Just use your mouth, no hands“, I demanded..........