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Sergio was completely astonished; against Alice's prior caution, Max, the intern, was naked in front of the camera.
He sported a modest black mask, veiling his face from those unfamiliar with him, but to Sergio, his boss, it was a futile attempt at anonymity. Sergio had grown accustomed to the distinctive mole adorning the intern’s upper left lip. It was a subtle mark, that stood out vividly in Sergio's memory, making recognition effortless regardless of the disguise.
Max was sitting on a desk chair, naked, Sergio had arrived in the middle of his show, he was facing fully towards the camera, using one of those devices that activated with tips, and boy was he getting tipped.
Sergio’s eyes fixed on the screen of his phone, watching the expanse of his intern’s completely exposed skin, he was sitting back in the armchair, legs casually draped over each side of it, a content smile gracing his face, he was relaxed, and moaning softly as his device vibrated, stroking his half-hard erection.
Sergio's breath hitched in his throat, caught by an involuntary shaky exhale. Feeling a pang of guilt, he averted his gaze, sensing it was inappropriate to continue staring. However, his attention was quickly drawn to the flurry of comments flooding the chat.
"oh did i miss the strip tease already? that's my favorite part, oh well, looking hot as usual axie"
“God you have such a nice body, those pecs, I’d love to play with those hard nipples”
“I believe when he says he’s not done lots of anal irl, look at that tight hole!”
Sergio gasped after he read that last one, he looked at the corner of the screen avoiding looking at Max as he could hear him laughing at the comments
“I’m not virgin guys, I just don’t fuck if I’m not really into it, especially when it comes to bottoming…”
Axie97, was his username on this platform. Sergio's curiosity peaked as he decided to check out Axie97's bio.
"Dutch, 26, caming 4 money, need to pay for my expensive uni! I don't do meet-ups, but I can be cam exclusive if paid enough, NOT looking for a mod, stop asking. Check the menu if you want anything extra PVTMSG me."
Then when he was about to look at his menu picture he heard Max moaning deeply as the tipping noise went off, he realized someone had tipped a lot of money and his device was vibrating relentlessly. “Honeybadger83 has tipped 5000 tokens”
“I can’t be too loud today, I’m not home as you already saw, but look at this,” He said, playfully moving his camera around, "such a cool place huh?" and that’s when Sergio’s mouth went dry. He instantly recognized the location—Max was live streaming from the office, his office. Sergio's face and neck flushed crimson; shock and disbelief cascaded over him, along with an oddly thrilling sense of embarrassment and curiosity as Max turned around, knees on the chair, his chair, and exposed his perfectly round butt to the camera, one hand splitting his butt-checks open, exposing his entrance and the vibrating device “I need the real thing soon” he said biting his lips as another huge tip from the same guy hit the stream.
The chat went crazy again
“let me fill you up axie”,
“I’d fuck you so good”
“God look at that hole, I’d eat you up all night baby”
Then, honeybadger83 tipped again,
“shut up he’s mine.” he wrote.
Sergio raised an eyebrow and started writing a question, although he wasn’t sure he'd get an answer, he wasn’t a registered user and had no tokens to offer.
"What's your type?"
“What’s my type? Hmmm” Max's voice seemed to echo in Sergio's ears, each word carrying weight and meaning that Sergio couldn't ignore.
Max's grin widened as he continued, his round, perfect butt moving almost absentmindedly as he started to stroke himself again with his free hand.
"My type is older, perfectly glowing tanned skin, amazing brown soft looking hair, perfect bright smile… lithe toned body… brown eyes…freckles adorning his face… hairy chest, I hope... strong hands" Max's words trailed off, his cock getting harder, his strokes faster and he sighed.
Sergio's mind raced ahead, connecting the dots with alarming clarity, his breath hitched as Max's words hit him like a sudden gust of wind on a calm day. He hadn't expected Max to express such thoughts aloud, let alone in such detail. His heart pounded in his chest, a wild rhythm matching the chaos in his mind.
Suddenly, the room felt too small, the air too thick. Sergio's head swam with shock, disbelief, and a surge of something else entirely. Max's description, so eerily similar to himself, left Sergio feeling dizzy, his thoughts spinning like a whirlwind, he looked down at his joggers and noticed he was hard, as a rock.
As Sergio's mind raced with Max's unexpected confession, a sense of urgency gripped him. Without a moment's pause, he sprang into action, his adrenaline-fueled determination propelling him forward.
Swiftly, Sergio slipped on his training shoes, his fingers fumbling with the laces in his haste. He glanced at the clock, realizing he was already 9:45 pm. He knew by rule no one could be in the office after 11 pm.
With his office just six blocks away, every second mattered. He thought about the fastest way to get there, taking the car would only delay him further; he knew he had to rely on his speed, and he'd run there.
Sergio dashed out the door, his feet pounding against the pavement. He was no stranger to running, his athletic prowess serving him well.
As he hurried along the sidewalk, his phone at hand he glanced down, and he noticed that honeybadger83 had left the chat.
Comments from others filled the screen, speculating about the sudden departure.
"Oh, the badger got offended," one remark read, while another teased,
"You made your biggest tipper mad, Axie."
Max's laughter echoed in Sergio's mind as he read the message
"That was so specific tho, are you talking about a co-worker?",
"invite your crush to the stream let him fuck you on cam!"
"I don't care," Max's voice seemed to say, cutting through the chaos. "He doesn't own me. But you can keep tipping to keep this show going. I can only masturbate today. This wasn't planned, well, only a little bit, and I need to get going. Can't stay here all night, so..."
Sergio was rushing, putting his phone away, eager to find Max streaming at his office, then unexpectedly ran into his co-worker Esteban.
With earphones in to catch Max's stream as he laughed and revealed some more “Yeah I have a thing for my current boss, not gonna lie, that’s who I was describing”, “oh yeah, I’d bottom for him, fuck… I wish, you just have to see him, he’s just naturally sexy” Sergio swallowed hard and nodded as Sebastian asked if he was always running so late.
Sergio counted his blessings that his joggers were loose and his underwear kept him tight in place.
"Hey, be careful out here," Esteban warned. "This is a nice neighborhood, but you never know. Maybe next time, run with security. You're important, and we can't risk something happening to you."
Sergio forced a laugh, attempting to dismiss Esteban's concern, yet his laughter carried undertones of frustration and embarrassment. The irony wasn't lost on him—he was conversing with his co-worker while his intern, seated on the very chair he used daily, masturbated on cam while publicly expressing a desire to bottom for him. The absurdity left Sergio teetering on the edge of insanity.
"Thanks, mate. I'll keep that in mind. Anyway, I need to keep going. Send my love to Stella, this is a good place, I eat here all the time. Have a good night!"
With that, Sergio pushed aside the distraction and focused solely on his mission. Each stride took him closer to the office, determined to find Max and catch up on the stream.
The urgency in Max's words echoed Sergio's determination, he knew he was close to coming, he could hear him moan and sigh and the tipping noise continued, never stopping, urging him forward with renewed energy.
Then one block away from the office he heard it, max orgasmed.
“fuck” Sergio said out loud, stopping to catch his breath “fuck, fuck, I need to hurry.”
II
"Oh, hey Mr Pérez!" The guard called out, greeting him warmly. "What brings you back?"
Checo paused for a moment, struggling to find an excuse. "Uh, just forgot something in my office," he replied quickly, hoping to deflect any further questions.
With a nod and a wave, Sergio continued down the hall towards the elevators. He pressed the button, feeling relieved as the doors opened. Inside, he leaned against the wall, taking a deep breath. His heart raced as he contemplated the situation he had found himself in. He hadn't expected to be caught like this, and now he didn't know what to do next.
As Sergio stepped out of the elevator, he was startled to see Max walking towards it. Their eyes met, both wearing expressions of shock. Max noticed Sergio catching his breath and asked if everything was okay. With a quick nod, Sergio replied, "Yeah, everything's fine. Did not expect to see you here so late, Max. Doing late work?"
Max cleared his throat, his tone a bit flustered. "Yeah, I got clearance from Mr. Wolff," he explained, startled and stuttering. "Um, where I live, the internet is not very good, I live with gamers, you see, and I don't want to fall behind because we have a big case deposition in a couple of days... as you know, I mean you gave me the task in the first place..."
Max looked flushed, he had hurriedly thrown on clothes and rushed before the security guard could spot him.
Sergio stood there, his hand on the elevator, preventing it from closing. it started to ring due to the intrusion after a little while and he stepped out, the doors closed, leaving the elevator idle since no one had called it downstairs.
"Where do you live, Max?" Sergio inquired.
Max hesitated before replying, "Um, I live at Shepherd’s Bush because it's close to uni."
Sergio nodded, breathing unevenly as he observed how disheveled Max appeared. He realized he must look just as wild, dressed in training clothes—a white tee with a grey hoodie on top, grey sweatpants, and sneakers as if he had just finished a workout and remembered something he needed from the office.
"That's far away from here..." Sergio muttered, feeling the awkwardness of the situation weighing heavily between them.
Max nodded, acknowledging Sergio, he assured him he would take the tube.
"Long trip," Sergio added with a sympathetic smile. "I ran here; otherwise, I'd offer to drive you home."
Max, already flustered, seemed to become even more disheveled if that was possible. He straightened his clothes, adjusting his black backpack and the oddly buttoned white dress shirt, which revealed a white tank top underneath, his pants well worn, and his suit jacket draped over his right arm to complete the ensemble, along with his black formal shoes.
"Um, thanks," Max stammered. "Don't worry; I got it. I've gotten used to the commute. I have my music and my podcasts. I'll get there in no time, Sergio, um, I mean, Mr. Pérez," Max continued nervously, causing Sergio to let out a small sigh.
Sergio couldn't help but notice the details of Max's face—his messy hair, his neck surrounded by his unbuttoned collar, and his lips, full and enticing, with that spot on his left upper lip. For a brief moment, Sergio envisioned himself leaning in and capturing those lips in a kiss, but he quickly pushed the thought aside.
"Very well, Max. I'll see you tomorrow. Have a good evening," Sergio replied, trying to maintain a professional demeanor. Max nodded in return as Sergio pressed the button for the elevator.
III
As Max hurriedly stepped into the elevator, their eyes locked, Max's eyes widened in shock and confusion as he attempted to brush off the tension and be professional. Sergio, however, didn't conceal his feelings as well; he looked at Max with a mixture of sternness, annoyance, and deep arousal.
"I'm trippin'," he told himself. But Max's gaze trailed down Sergio's body, noticing the bulge in his grey joggers before the elevator door closed, leaving a charged atmosphere lingering in the air.
As Max stood in the elevator, his chest rising and falling in panic, he couldn't help but question what had just happened. "What was that?" he asked himself silently, his mind racing with possibilities. "Does he know?" Max wondered, his thoughts spiraling into paranoia. "No, he can't know. I'm super careful," Max reassured himself, trying to quell his rising anxiety.
"I blocked the whole UK from my streams," Max mentally reviewed his precautions. "My views mostly come from America, Australia, and the rest of Europe. Never London, never even England. Not back home in the Netherlands either."
Max took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart. "No," he concluded, shaking his head slightly. "He was just tired from jogging to the office, that happens, is nothing.."
"God damn it, Max," he scolded himself internally. "That was close. We're not doing that again." With a determined expression, Max resolved to be more cautious in the future, ensuring that such moments of vulnerability and potential discovery were avoided at all costs.
IV
As Sergio walked into his office, he could almost feel the lingering heat of Max's body on his chair. He hesitated before placing a hand over it, the scent of CK One from Calvin Klein wafting to his nostrils. Sergio huffed a laugh, finding the fragrance both juvenile and straightforward. It wasn't overpowering, but he could sense it.
Taking a seat in the chair, he closed his eyes and remembered what he had just seen, Max on his chair exposing his ass to the stream, his hand went under his desk and grabbed his cock through his pants, he couldn't help it, the way Max giggled when he said he would bottom for him, the moans he made while stroking himself off.
“No, it’s unprofessional, you have to lead by example,” he told himself, but his brain had other plans, Sergio bit his lip and closed his eyes again picturing all the things he wanted to do to Max, the way he had described him...
Sergio kept touching himself, imagining what it would be like. He felt himself getting harder and harder as he continued handling himself through his pants.
He thought about Max in his office, bent over his chair, ass up and ready for him, he imagined his intern smiling and looking back at him with those beautiful blue eyes, those red lips.
Sergio pulled his shaft out, rubbing himself faster, harder, feeling himself get closer to orgasming.
Sergio was bisexual, a fact known only to a select few. He had always felt more inclined towards men, but due to the conservative nature of the law firm and his fear of it becoming a hindrance to his career advancement, he had chosen to keep this aspect of himself hidden. Instead, he was known as a ladies' man, maintaining a safe and familiar facade.
However, since Max had arrived three months ago, Sergio had found himself drawn to him in ways he hadn't expected. Max was not only witty and helpful, he excelled at his duties as an intern. He seamlessly assisted Sergio and the paralegals in preparing court documents, interviewing witnesses, and coaxing valuable information.
But he was always so busy with work that he never noticed Max held such interest in him, he had been so blind, and now with his cock in his hand he moaned softly as he continued to pleasure himself, picturing Max's body beneath him. His hands moved faster and faster as he got closer to climax.
Finally, he let out a loud moan and came all over his hand. He opened his eyes and looked down at the mess he made, a satisfied grin spread across his face.
Sergio glanced around the office, his mind swirling with thoughts. "Now what the fuck is going to happen?" he muttered to himself, fully aware of what his intern had done, and what he had just done.
Max was supposed to stay three more months, with the chance of being extended to 6 more, but now everything felt messed up.
"Well, this is fucked up," Sergio thought, feeling a sense of uncertainty about how to handle the situation.
"I have no game plan here," he admitted to himself. "I don’t even know what I was doing by running here, what the fuck is wrong with me?”...
“I guess we'll just have to go with the flow." Sergio took a deep breath, steeling himself for whatever might come next.