“Christ,” he exhaled, his head tipping back reflexively as I deep throated his big cock, his dress shirt undone, his pants around his ankles. I had interviewed with my dad’s buddy for a summer internship, but ended up sucking his dick.
“Come in and have a seat,” Mr. Alderman had greeted me thirty minutes earlier when I arrived to his office after the close of business. “Thanks for coming in so late,” he smiled. “I’m just too busy during the day to squeeze in interviews.”
“No problem at all, Mr. Alderman,” I assured him.
“Ted—call me Ted,” he interrupted. “Your dad and I have been best buds since we were boys, so you can drop the mister shit.”
“Thanks, Ted,” I blushed, for I had long been attracted to him. With his expensive suits that hugged his athletic body, his shaved head, and scruffy beard, Ted Alderman ran the best accounting firm in town. I had hoped for the chance to work under him—in more ways than one.
“I suppose your dad told you all about the divorce,” Ted leaned back in his chair, giving me a prime view of his prominent bulge.
“Yeah—uh—sorry to hear about you and Sheila.”
“I gave the fucking bitch tennis lessons for Christmas,” he sneered. “And she thanks me by fucking her tennis instructor.”
“That sucks,” I sympathized, not sharing that my dad told me she got her pussy smashed by the tennis instructor and three other guys —all at once. “I’m so sorry.”
“Fuck my life,” he shrugged. “Anyhow, I looked over your resume just before you arrived today,” he announced, picking it up off his desk.
“Awesome—thanks.”
“Don’t thank me yet,” he tossed the resume back on the desk. “I’m really sorry, kid, but there’s no way that I could hire you.”
“But my dad said that—”
“Listen, I know your dad and I go way back,” he began, “which is why I promised to interview you. But you haven’t taken advanced accounting or statistics yet. You’d be in over your head here. I suggest you take some more classes and reapply next summer.”
“I understand,” I sighed, disappointed. I then stood up to leave. “Well—thanks for taking the time to meet with me.”
“Now hold up,” he raised his hand to stop me. “Sit back down a minute. I haven’t seen you in awhile, and I’d still like us to catch up a bit.”
“Yeah—sure,” I agreed, trying to hide the rejection I felt.
“You remember my son Ryan?” he began.
“Yep, we graduated from Central High together,” I nodded, not sharing that Ryan was a popular jock who never spoke a single word to me. “I remember him.”
“Well, Ryan told me he saw you at a frat party up at State a month ago,” Ted shared, one eyebrow raised.
“Really?” I hesitated, my brow beginning to sweat. “I’m not sure I remember—”
“Ryan said he walked in on you sucking a line of cocks in the basement of the frat house,” Ted continued. “He said you must have smoked thirty poles at that party.”
“Mr. Alderman—I mean Ted,” I begged. “Please don’t tell my dad about that. If he found out that I’ve been sucking dick, he would—”
“Now calm down—calm down,” Ted cut me off, raising his hands to silence me. “I’m not gonna tell your dad shit, you understand?”
“You’re not?”
“Certainly not,” Ted assured me. “What you do with your dirty mouth is nobody’s business. But I do have one favor to ask in return.”
“Yes?”
“Will you suck my big one for me?”
And then Ted unzipped his pants, pulling out a fat nine-incher as he kicked his pants down to his ankles. His big one was thick and veiny, resting atop a set of ripe, round plums that were begging for release.
“Does—does this mean you’ll give me the summer job, if I suck your cock?” I ventured excitedly.
“Fuck no,” he laughed, unbuttoning his dress shirt, revealing a set of meaty pecs fanned in salt-and-pepper fur. “All this means is that I’m a guy in the middle of a messy divorce, and I need to dump a load down your warm, wet throat. You game for that?”
“Hell yes,” I exclaimed, dropping to my knees before him like a ravenous cocksucker, taking his big dick down my throat.
“Christ,” he exhaled, his head tipping back reflexively as I deep throated his big cock. “You learn to do that with those frat boys?”
“Not exactly,” I paused, coming up for air. “I’ve been sucking cock down at that adult video arcade out on the truck route since I was old enough to get in the place.”
“The Cherry Patch?” Ted laughed. “Jesus, I haven’t been to that old shit hole since the time your dad and I—”
“What?!” I exclaimed. “You and my dad went there?”
“Now don’t go blabbing to your dad about this,” Ted winked, smacking his big cock against the side of my cheek. “But your dad and I used to go visit the glory holes there back in the days when we were single and not getting much pussy.”
“My dad got sucked at a glory hole?” I gasped, driven wild by the image of Dad and Ted getting their dicks serviced by some random dude, spewing their loads into the guy’s hungry mouth.
“Shit, boy,” Ted laughed, shoving his cock back down my throat. “Your dad and I did more than just get sucked at those glory holes—we fucked a few guys, too. You young guys think you invented sex, but it’s all been done before you.”
Finished with his naughty trip down memory lane, Ted applied pressure to the back of my head with his meaty hand. Leaning back in his chair, he raised his hips and began to pummel my throat at a rapid pace, face fucking me.
“Fuck, this feels good,” he exhaled, his balls slapping my chin. “I can’t remember the last time I had head this good—it certainly wasn’t from Sheila.”
Locking my lips around his veiny shaft, I replicated his rhythm, my neck flexing back and forth, taking his big dick deeper down my throat. Jesus, he was thick, my jaw straining to accommodate his girth.
Gripping both sides of my head, Ted unleashed a fury down my throat, working out all his pent-up aggression over the divorce. I was gagging on his big one, struggling to endure the unrelenting abuse as he jackhammered my throat. But I wasn’t about to throw in the towel until I had my reward—his creamy load.
“Yeah—just like that,” he growled, pummeling my tonsils, his hands digging into the sides of my head. “Yeah—keep that up—don’t stop—Christ, that’s good—don’t stop—don’t stop—FUCK—FUCK.”
With a grunt that shook the walls of his office, Ted expelled a torrent of cum, spewing in my mouth, down my throat. Over and over, his cock throbbed, releasing his creamy ambrosia into my belly. It was like the man hadn’t shot his wad in months. I struggled to swallow it all, not wishing to waste a single drop.
“Damn,” he exhaled as he pulled out of my throat, his balls finally depleted. “You sure are one phenomenal cocksucker,” he praised, smacking his cummy cock against my cheek.
“Thank you, sir,” I blushed, wiping the viscous mix of cum and saliva from my face with the back of my hand.
“Stand up and turn around,” Ted ordered, stuffing his wet cock back into his pants. “I want to see your cunt.”
Obediently, I stood up and dropped my pants as I turned around and bent forward. I then presented my pink, puckered hole to him. If Ted wanted to fuck me right there in his office, I was more than game.
“Fuck, that’s beautiful,” Ted whispered, his thick finger teasing my eager hole, caressing the downy fur that rims it.
“You can fuck me—if you want,” I offered. “I’m super tight.”
“I would like that,” Ted replied. “But not here. I’d like to get you in my bed some night—give you a proper fucking. Would you like that?”
“Fuck yes,” I exclaimed eagerly, turning around as I zipped up my pants. “Just tell me when.”
“Will do,” Ted smiled. “You ever tried double penetration—taking two cocks in your hole at once?”
“Not yet,” I answered. “But I’m game. You thinking you and your son Ryan might want to DP my hole?”
“No—not Ryan,” Ted laughed. “But I do have another guy in mind. He’s a married guy, but always game for some fun once he’s had a few beers. I’ll be in touch soon to set it up.”
“Awesome,” I beamed. “I’m definitely game.”
Dad was in the den watching TV when I got home from meeting with Ted, while Mom fixed dinner in the kitchen. I was worried that my dad would be disappointed in me for not landing the summer job.
“I didn’t get the job at Ted’s accounting firm,” I informed Dad rather sullenly, plopping down next to him on the couch.
“I know, son,” Dad replied, giving my leg a fatherly pat. “I just got off the phone with Ted. Sounds like you just need a few more classes under your belt. But to show there’s no hard feelings—Ted has invited you and me to come by his place tonight.”
“He did? What for?”
“Ted didn’t really say,” my Dad shrugged. “But he asked me to pick up a case of beer on the way over. Knowing Ted, I’m sure he’s got something fun planned for us.”
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
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