Firing Tyler ( BM WM interr anal ) by Martin Rammsonde
Reg looked at the open file in front of him: chronic tardiness, poor attitude towards customers, improper dress. Reprimand after reprimand. This guy just did not get it. And now this latest complaint brought forward by his supervisor. Reg shook his head. He could fire him, or demote him. A good manager always tried to find the best skills and assets an employee had and use them to the best advantage of the organization. But this guy didn't seem to have any useful skills. He'd wait to see what sort of attitude he'd show, and then decide what he'd do. This was the part of his job he hated - getting tough with people. But he could perform the part well when he had to. A 6'1" muscular African-American, Reg had an intimidating presence. At 35, he also had a 15 year advantage in age over his college student employees.
There was a knock at the door, and it opened. "Tyler, come on in," Reg waved at the blond guy standing in the door. He was wearing the orange prison-yard jumpsuit that was the corporate uniform at Bad Boys' Burgers. Tyler shuffled over, and sat down. "I understand you and Jeff had a disagreement over fries."
Tyler looked down at his feet. "The fries are cooked here way too long. People want soft oily fries, not crispy fries. So I reset the clocks on the fryers. You know, so the buzzer to remove the fries goes off earlier. But Jeff, he doesn't understand."
Reg sighed and rolled his eyes. "What Jeff understands, and what you don't, is that Big Boys' has spent millions of dollars on marketing studies to optimize the cooking times for fries. Jeff understands that people do want crispy fries, regardless of what you think. He understands that we have procedures," - here Reg brought his fist down hard on the Standardized Cooking Guide for Employees to punctuate his point - "and that employees who follow procedures advance, and those who don't, don't." He paused and waited for a response. Tyler pulled off his hat and let his long blond ponytail fall free. He pulled it over his shoulder and started twisting it in his fingers. Reg closed the employee file and cleared his throat. He didn't think Tyler would ever straighten out and become a useful employee, but he hated to fire anyone, especially on a Friday. "I wonder," he began slowly, "if it might be useful for you to switch to garbage duty. You could think about what you need to do if you want to move ahead at Bad Boys'."
Tyler suddenly looked up directly at Reg. "You know what I wonder? You know what I've wondered ever since I started here, ever since I started working for you? It's the one thing that's kept me working here doing all the stupid meaningless jobs you've made me do. You know what I wonder?". Reg was startled by Tyler's response. He'd never seen him animated like this before. Tyler didn't wait for Reg to answer, but continued in a softer voice: "I wonder what it would be like to pull your big cock out of your pants and go down on it, and have my mouth filled with your black manmeat."
Reg's jaw dropped. He'd never been talked to this way by an employee. He was stunned, numbed, outraged, disturbed, confused, "That's it! You're fired!", he finally managed to splutter. Tyler sat there, watching him. His eyes were green, Reg noticed; he'd always assumed they were blue. Reg's lip twitched - he still felt numb, and then realized the numbness radiated from his dick. He needed to reassert control and get this kid out of his office. He focussed his mind and repeated in a quiet controlled voice, "You're fired. I should have fired you a long time ago. Take off your uniform, and leave."
He realized his mistake as soon as he said it. Tyler smiled, and stood up. He slowly unzipped his jumpsuit, like a striptease, and pulled it down to his waist. Reg looked at Tyler's soft lips, and felt his cock stiffen. This blond slutboy wants my cock, he thought to himself. Under the jumpsuit Tyler was wearing a khaki tank top - he was thin, but athletically built, with broad, square shoulders and a defined chest. Soft blond hair in the middle of his chest disappeared behind the tank top, and when he teasingly pulled his tank top up to his navel, Reg saw the trail of blond hair leading down into the jump suit. His cock swelled some more in his pants, and he adjusted himself in his chair to give it more room. Tyler dropped the jumpsuit down to his ankles, and kicked them off. He was wearing grey bikini briefs, which were stretched wildly out in front of him by his hard cock. He kicked himself free of the jumpsuit, and walked around the desk to face Reg. "Now, get out," said Reg, but he spoke in a flat voice without force or conviction. He swung around his chair to face Tyler, his legs spread, the outline of his growing cock against his thigh. He looked again at Tyler's lips, imagining his cock sliding past them into his hot mouth and throat.
Tyler kneeled before him, and unzipped his pants. He looked up at Reg before reaching in and pulling out Reg's thick black cock. He also pulled Reg's balls out over the waistband of his briefs. He let his tongue trace a line from Reg's balls up to the tip of his throbbing cock, tasting the salty precum that dripped from the swollen manmeat. Reg ached in anticipation, and then groaned as Tyler's sweet lips slowly slid over the head of his cock, engulfing it.
On the rare occasions that he and his wife Charlene now had sex, she never went down on him like she used to do before they were married. And now this blond stud was going to give him what he wanted. "Yeah, pretty boy, pretty white boy, swallow my big black cock, yeah, I want to see your slutboy white mouth fuck my meat", he whispered. He freed Tyler's hair from the ponytail - he wanted to hold him with fists of his long blond hair and guide that hot mouth down his aching cock. He closed his eyes and felt his cock disappear into the wetness, but opened them when he realized he wanted to see this blond fuckstud eating his meat.
Tyler was sliding his mouth up and down Reg's raging fuckstick - Reg couldn't believe the sensations that flooded out over his body from the kid's mouth. He took the back of Tyler's head and forced it forward, pushing his cock deeper than it had been in the slutpuppy's mouth. he wanted this green-eyed college boy's nose pushed into his kinky pubic hair. As his tool bottomed out in Tyler's face, he felt a spasm of pleasure as his cock head brushed against the wall of the slutboy's throat.
Tyler had reached a hand up under Reg's chest, and was tweaking a nipple. Reg moaned with the double pleasure from his hardening nipples and his throat-massaged manmeat. Reg pulled off his tie and opened up his shirt to give Tyler better access, revealing his muscular pecs and abs. He pushed his ass to the edge of his chair, and let his pants and briefs fall to his ankles. From this position he could more easily pump Tyler's face. "Yeah, I'm fucking your face, making your mouth into a cunt for my hard black meat. Suck me, blondboy, make me fill your sweet mouth with hot manjuice." He was holding Tyler by his hair, hammering his cock deep into his hungry mouth. With both hands now free, Tyler pushed one behind Reg's balls, sliding it along the sweaty crack to his sensitive hole. He massaged the lips of Reg's lovepucker, making his face-fucker moan with pleasure. Now as Reg slammed into Tyler's face, and pulled out, he drove Tyler's finger into his ass. Charlene had never done this to him! He was getting close to the point of no return now, fucking his throbbing mancock deep into Tyler's hot throat, partially impaled with Tyler's finger exploring his fuckchute, and with Tyler's other hand toying with his nipples. As he slammed closer and closer to his sweaty man-on-man orgasm, he suddenly pulled his ebony cock from Tyler's mouth and said between gritted teeth "I'm cumming!". Tyler grabbed Reg's quivering cock and engulfed it again with his mouth - he'd worked for this and wasn't going to be cheated of his creamy reward. As Reg's hypersensitized cock head brushed the back of Tyler's throat, he exploded. He felt his balls contracting, pumping thick hot jizz into Tyler's hot mouth. He kept convulsing with his powerful orgasm, until spunk began spilling from the blond stud's mouth, running down over Reg's balls. He noticed Tyler's body also shaking, and looked down to see the younger man's cock, still trapped in his bikinis, twitch, and a dark stain spread in the briefs from the tip of his jisming cock. The little fucker came without even touching his cock!
Reg fell back in the chair, exhausted. He was too tired and satisfied to be stunned when Tyler stood up and leaned over to kiss him. He opened his mouth to Tyler's, and felt his own spunk slide into his mouth as the blond slut Frenched him. He grabbed Tyler's bikinis and ripped them off, getting a good look at the young fuckstud's uncut cock. The foreskin was partly pulled back, and a drip of thick manjuice spilled out from the tip. He took the creamed briefs and used them to towel off the jizz that had leaked from Tyler's hot fuckmouth over his balls, mixing their creamy cum together, before throwing the briefs on the floor.
Despite the megaclimax that Tyler had just given him, he still felt aroused and hard. When Tyler leaned over to pick up his soaking briefs, his tight boypussy was almost pushed into Reg's face. Wordlessly Reg stood up and pushed Tyler face down on his desk. Reg's hard cock was still slick with Tyler's spit and his own jizz as he lined the slippery black manpole up with Tyler's pleasure-chute. There was just a muffled moan from the blond boy as Reg pushed the thick mushroom head of his throbbing cock past the puckered entrance to Tyler's fuckhole. Reg pressed forward, squeezing his swollen meat deeper into Tyler. He put his hands on Tyler's shoulders and pulled the college kid back until his Reg's balls were pressed against the blond boycunt. He held his cock there a moment, savouring the tightness and warmth of Tyler's asshole, and then he began driving into him. With Tyler's long blond hair, Reg was reminded of a blonde bitch he'd done at a company convention in Vegas. But then he realized he was more turned by the fact that he was fucking the ass of this hot stud, that he liked the firm pecs and Tyler's soft chest hair better than he liked tits. And he definitely liked this tight manpussy better than a real twat. He pulled off Tyler's tank top and wrapped his hands around the fuckboy's chest, pulling him back aganst his own chest. His powerful thighs were driving his hard into the heat and tightness of this slutboy's ass. He dropped a hand down to Tyler's throbbing mantool, and stroked the slippery cock in time to his own assfucking. Tyler twisted his face around so they could slip their tongues into each other's mouths. He knew he couldn't last much longer, just a few more deep strokes with his black balls banging against this hot stud's smooth white ass. Then suddenly, he was wracked by his second orgasm with this hot fucker, and his jizz was now filling a second fuckhole of the horny slutboy. The scalding cream filling his lovehole was too much for Tyler, and his own balls began emptying a second load of young jizz. Reg caught it in his hand, and fed it to the hungry college fucker, who greedily swallowed his own sweet spunk. Reg pulled his slimy cock out of Tyler's satiated hole, and fell back into his chair.
"Am I still fired?" Tyler asked. Reg closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair. He hated to fire someone on Friday - especially a hot fuckboy with two cock-hungry holes.
"I wonder," he began, "if the best place for you isn't as my personal assistant. I could set up a desk for you in here. Can you take shorthand?". Tyler shook his head no. "Hmm," Reg considered, "I'll just have to make use of your other skills as best I can. Skills and assets." I'm a great manager, he thought, and smiled.