My Last Summer at Home (Part 3) - Sex Stories

My Last Summer at Home (Part 3)

... right away and avoided his dad's gaze. "Jill, do you think he's saying he expects us to take him to the drive-in, or he'll cut our hours or get us fired or something?" I whispered as we placed our purses in our lockers. "No way girl" she cackled. "Rickey just isn't that devious or smart. He's just a horny boy we can have some fun with. Maybe next time we'll leave him there with no pants on." Then she took a quick look around, and slowly leaned in to kiss me. She wiggled her tongue against mine for just a few seconds and then turned and walked to her register smiling all the way. My mind was swimming already and we had eight more hours of work to make it through. My head started to pound again as I walked to the checkout to greet my first customer. Beep. Beep. Beep. The microwave next to me jolted me awake from my nap. I raised my head off the break room table to see Rickey heating up his lunch. He sat down and started to sip his soup, and looked at me sheepishly. He looked around quickly, and quietly said "I don't want you to feel weird about last night, because I don't. That was by far the most amazing thing that has ever happened to me. Anytime you and Jill want to go out again, I'll do anything you want. I'll get beer from the store, and smokes, and whatever you guys want. You can make me do whatever you want, and I'll never tell." I just glared at him and looked down at his ...

... crotch. He looked so cute and vulnerable, and his cheeks were glowing again. I suddenly loved this new dynamic, and realized it was fun to have a little submissive boy toy. My heart raced, and my adrenaline pumped as I drew in a big breath. I leaned over and whispered "are you hard again, right now". He nodded yes. I frowned and lowered my gaze. "You're pathetic. Take it out right now, let me see it." I whispered as I leaned back in my chair. He reached down and unbuckled his belt, fumbled with the button on his jeans for a second, and then there it was. That little soldier with the perfect little helmet was pointing at the ceiling. I leaned forward and lightly traced my finger on the underside just below the little helmet, and that's all it took. I leaned back and watched it spurt on his shirt 4 times before he could tuck it back in. I smirked at him and started to get up and go back to work, when I remembered something from last night. Something that Jill had said to him that was so hot. I stood quickly and said "Rickey, don't you ever fucking cum again without asking first. You don't get to cum until we tell you to. Got it?" I didn't wait for an answer and got up to leave. Then I turned once more and snapped "And don't you look at my ass when I leave." I know he did anyway. What a rush, I loved dominating that little shit. My last summer before med school was definitely getting better.