At 18 it was my first job on leaving college. I'd seen an advert in the gay press for 'fluffers', applied and got an interview. It was with a publishing house which specialized in erotic gay books and short stories.
Ushered into the office of the manager, a Mr Dick Cumming, I sat in a chair opposite his big desk facing the handsome Mr Cumming in his expensive suit. I looked into his tanned face beneath his dark hair as he began the interview.
'So you want to be a fluffer,' he smiled. 'I assume you know what that means?'
'Well it's either cleaning the tunnels in the London Underground, or getting guys worked up sexually for porno movies. I assume it's the second, but why do you need fluffers in a publishing house?' I asked.
'We have a team of writers we employ here in the office,' explained Mr Cumming, making a peculiar face. 'Ooh yes! So we employ fluffers to get them in the mood and inspire them to write good stories. Oh yes, keep going, son!'
I heard sucking noises under his desk, which was closed in at the back. Obviously he had a fluffer under there at work right now. The interview continued, with more and more grimaces, sighs and groans from Mr Cumming. Then he gave an almighty groan, and sank back in his chair. Immediately a young good-looking lad of about my age crawled out from under the desk, and grinned at me, his lips covered in thick spunk. He came over to me, grabbed my by now hard cock thru my trousers, and gave me a big spunky kiss right on the lips. He stuck his cum-covered tongue right into my mouth, and spat all Mr Cumming's tasty orgasm right into it, then just said: 'Welcome to the fun house!' and walked out.
'That was young Jamie,' said Mr Cummings. 'You'll be doing my morning blow-job tomorrow, you're hired!'
Next day I arrived at the offices and was shown into a huge open-plan area where guys were sitting at computers typing away. Under each desk was a good-looking guy sucking the cocks of the writers or else jerking the cocks to make them stiff. It was all so erotic, guys being sucked off as they typed away or spoke on the telephone.
I was shown to the desk of a slim red-headed guy in his mid 30s.
'This is Billy Spunker, one of our newer staff writers,' said the young guy who was showing me around. 'Billy, this is Jason, our latest fluffer. Do you fancy him doing you for the next hour or so?'
'Come closer, let me smell him!' said Billy, pulling me nearer his desk, then pulling my head down close to his. He gave a big sniff and said: 'Mmm! Tommy Hilfiger after-shave, my favorite. Yes, I'm lusting for you this morning Jason. Does your spunk taste as good as you smell?'
I was embarrassed by all this, and just smiled nervously. Billy just said: 'Ah sweet, he's shy!' and gave me a great big kiss full on the lips, his tongue going right down my throat.
'Well I'll leave you guys to it then,' said the young guy who had shown me around, and he left.
'Climb on my desk and unzip your flies, Jason, let's see what you've got for me,' said Billy. I did as he said, kneeling on the desk to one side of the computer keyboard. Billy took my cock in his hand and massaged it to a full erection in no time.
'Very nice!' he said. 'You've inspired me to start a new story. I'll call it 'Jason and the Arsonauts'. All about a gang who hire themselves out for gang-bangs. Ring up the Arsonauts, and 12 hunky guys will come over and fuck you silly, one after the other.'
With that Billy started typing away, turning every now and again to suck my cock. Somehow he managed to keep typing whilst sucking, then he'd take my cock out of his mouth and concentrate on the screen.
'Get yourself ready to cum,' said Billy. 'I need to taste the flavor of your orgasm to really get me in the mood for the climax of this story, where 6 of the Arsonauts all spunk in a client's mouth one after the other.'
I wanked myself to the very verge of orgasm, then said: 'I'm gonna cum, Mr Spunker. Do you want to taste my sweet teenage load?'
'You bet! Give it to me, son!' said Billy, greedily engorging my stiff cock in his mouth as I spurted wad after wad of my thick spunk into his mouth and down his throat.
I was exhausted after that fantastic orgasm. Billy licked his cum-covered lips, swallowed my orgasm and said: 'Lovely spunk, Jason! You certainly taste as good as you smell. You can do me again anytime!'
I then had a cup of coffee and a rest, till I was called into Mr Cumming's office to give him his morning blow-job. I crawled under his desk as Jamie had done the day before, and as I unzipped Mr Cumming's flies and began to suck his lovely circumcised cock, another young man was ushered into his office for an interview. As I sucked Mr Cummings off and made him groan and moan in sheer ecstasy, he went thru much the same routine as he did with me the day before. I heard the young man say he always wanted a job like this, and then Mr Cumming's big cock got really stiff in my mouth and started to throb. I knew he was about to blast his sperm into my mouth, so sucked faster and harder, and he exploded with a huge spunky orgasm into my mouth. Jets of thick cum filled my mouth to overflowing. What a disgusting job I had walked into, but I loved it.
Then the unexpected happened. I heard Mr Cummings say: 'Yes, young Jason here has just given me a blow-job. He only started here this morning. I see you're excited, would you like him to give you one too?'
'Oh yes please, Mr Cumming,' said the interviewee, who I hadn't even seen yet. Mr Cummings ordered me to crawl out from under his desk and service the would-be employee. I did so, and turned to face the most beautiful flaxen haired blond teenager I'd ever seen. Big tanned tattooed biceps bulging out of his tight white t-shirt, a handsome tanned face you'd die for, and he was massaging a huge bulge in his faded stonewashed jeans.
I didn't need telling twice, I was on my knees in front of this blond Adonis in seconds as he unzipped his flies and said: 'Suck on this, bitch!'
'That's right, tell him who's boss, the cock-sucking slut!' said Mr Cummings, as I sucked the blond guy's huge cock, oozing delicious pre-cum. 'It's Guy Richards isn't it?'
'Yeah, that's me. Keep sucking my fuckin' cock, bitch! I'm gonna feed ya a huge wad of baby juice in a minute!' said Guy, pushing my head right down on his big cock.
'You'll be fucking my writers' arses and mouths, Guy, and getting them really worked up to write hot stories,' said Mr Cumming. 'I can see you're not the sort to give blow-jobs or be fucked yourself.'
'No way Jose, I'm a fuckin' MAN!' said Guy, as his cock started throbbing stiffly in my sucking mouth, prior to orgasm. 'Cock-sucking is for slut bitches like this cunt. SUCK, you fuckin' whore bitch! I'm gonna fill your mouth with thick blond spunk right now. Aw shit, I'm cummin'... cummin'... cummin'... Here it is, bitch, choke on this hot load of sperm! Taste my fuckin' LUST, bitch-boy!'
With that Guy orgasmed in my mouth and filled it again to overflowing with thick, hot, tasty cum. I kept swallowing the spunky mess, but my mouth kept filling up with more and more of Guy's delicious load. I'd never drunk such a big and tasty orgasm in my life before.
My head reeling and feeling dizzy, I staggered to my feet, swallowing the last of Guy's huge orgasm.
'I think Jason needs seeing to now,' said Dick, pulling my trousers down and ramming his big cock right up my arse. Dick then bent me over his desk and fucked me, then turned me around and made me lie on my back on the desk with my legs in the air whilst he fucked me again.
Guy came close and started jerking my now rock hard cock as Dick fucked my arse.
'Mr Cummings is fucking your pussy, how d'ya like it?' asked Guy.
'Oh, oh, it feels great!' I said.
'Then thank him, you ungrateful bitch!' said Guy, slapping me across the face.
'Th--Thank you, Mr Cummings, for g--giving me a g--good f--fucking!' I stammered, as Guy brought me closer to orgasm.
Suddenly Mr Cummings pulled out of my arse , came around the desk and shot a huge load of his sticky spunk all over my face. Some went in my eyes, some in my mouth, some up my nose, and it tasted and smelt great! At the same time Guy brought me off, jerking my cock till I spunked all over my smart suit jacket.
'Dirty fuckin' bitch-boy!' said Guy. 'You've messed up your suit! Go to the washroom and clean yourself up.'
'You're going to be a great asset to the company, keeping these cock-sucking sluts in their place,' said Mr Cummings, as I pulled my trousers up and headed for the door. 'Can you start working here today as a supervisor of the fluffers?'
'Sure can,' said Guy. 'But I need a piss first. Bitch-boy, you must be thirsty. Open your fuckin' mouth I'm gonna give you a nice hot drink.'
Pushing me down into a chair Guy ordered me to open my mouth, then started pissing in it.
'Keep swallowing, bitch-boy! Don't spill a drop on your suit,' said Guy, as I took his pissing cock right into my mouth, looked up into his cold blue eyes and kept swallowing as he used my mouth as his personal urinal.
'Lovely!' said Dick Cummings. 'Real filth, that's what I like to see. And that's how to treat these filthy sluts. I need a piss too.'
After Guy had finished, he said: 'The urinal is free now, Mr Cummings. It's all yours.'
Mr Cummings then came over and pissed in my mouth. I drank it all down, as Guy whispered in my ear: 'How d'ya like the flavor of Mr Cummings' urine? Which do you prefer, mine or his, bitch-boy? 'Cos you're gonna get plenty our piss to drink every day, so get used to it.'
I swallowed the last drop, and thanked them both for quenching my thirst.
I now knew my place in the order of things. As far as Guy and Dick were concerned, I was their personal bitch-boy and urinal. As for the rest of the men in the office, I was to service them as they saw fit, either suck them off, let them fuck me, or fuck them in the mouth or arse.
I loved my job as a fluffer. All those years at college learning to service and suck-off the prefects had proved good training for my career.