New Job on His Knees

A New Job on His Knees

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This story is an experiment since it is less "realistic" that my previous ones (Finish Something, Martin's History, Somewhere I Have Never Travelled) but I wanted to see what would happen if I let my fantasies take over. Please let me know what you think.

I started my new job at the end of the summer. I had been unemployed for almost two months and I didn't do very much of anything except hang around, read books and lie in the sun. I also spent the time getting over my stupid ex who had dumped me earlier in the year. So I was ready for something new.

But I also wanted to be working and finally, after a series of interviews, I was appointed Sales Manager for this company that sold computer software. I had similar jobs in the past, but for companies that had gone bankrupt and so I hoped this one would last.

My two interviews were arduous. First with the Director of Sales, then with the president of the company. They were both cool dudes and, because I like guys, really sexy, which certainly motivated me. But I was pretty sure they were straight. They seemed like bros, in fact. All healthy bodies and banter about getting laid, and baseball. I'm used to that in this line of work. Most guys are straight in the IT world, although with the younger programmers, it's starting to change.

Matthew was the sales director, and William was the president. They seemed like good friends, which I also liked. It might make for a good working culture.

In my interview with William, which turned out to be the last one, we had a great conversation about life and about our dreams for the future. I decided to be open about my sexuality since he seemed like such a nice guy, and I was right. He didn't bat an eye and the conversation flowed naturally and easily. He was also tall and blonde and, I have to admit, really attractive. I knew I had to be careful.

At the end, we shook hands. His handshake struck me, since it was very firm and it lasted a while. I almost wondered for a second if I was getting some kind of vibe from him, but I saw his wedding ring and the pictures of his kids on the desk, and knew that I was just imagining -- or maybe fantasizing.

As we walked to his office door, I found myself admiring his ass, and his tall, clearly muscular frame. I had to stop doing this, I thought. I had a bad habit of lusting after straight guys. We said good-bye and I walked away from his office feeling pretty confident.

And I was right, and in a couple of weeks, I had my own office and a team of sales people who worked under me. I worked with Matthew most of the time. He was a smaller dude, with brown hair and dark eyes. He was the opposite of William who was all fair and slightly beefy. We got along well, and soon we had an easy bantering kind of connection going.

After a few weeks of working together, Matthew suggested we have a drink after work on a Friday. We went to a pub across from our office building which was crowded, but we found a table in a corner.

After we got our beer, Matthew looked at me. "So, Frank, tell me about yourself. We haven't had a chance to really talk since you started."

"What do you want to know?"

"Oh, I don't know. You married?"

"Naw...I'm single." I thought a moment, then said, "My last boyfriend dumped me a few months ago."

"Shit, dude. That's too bad."

I was very grateful he was unfazed. "Yeah, it sucks. But life goes on."

"Yeah, it does."

I took a sip of my beer. "What about you? You married?"

"Nope." But I could tell there was way more to that story, but I decided not to ask.

"William seems happily married, judging from the pictures on his desk."

Matthew smiled at me for a moment, then took a long sip of his beer.

I wasn't sure what that meant, but I didn't know how to ask more. I assumed Matthew was straight even though I could totally imagine getting into his pants as well. I had to stop lusting after the guys I worked for, or I was in trouble.

We had a couple more beer and decided to call it a night. I decided to take a cab home, and Matthew waited with me, since he was driving. Just as I was about to get in the cab he said bye and, I'm pretty sure, rubbed my ass just before I got in the cab. I was so surprised I didn't know what to think so I pretended I didn't notice. But all the way home I wondered if I was imagining things.

We worked hard the next week we had to produce a detailed sales report, and on the following Friday, the three of us went out to celebrate. We had a nice dinner and wine and I think we were all pretty tipsy.

Later in the evening, William, taking a sip of his wine, asked me, "Frank, my man. You're doing an amazing job. I wanted to make sure you knew that."

That felt really nice. I wasn't used to a boss being so open. "Thanks, William. I really, really like working with you guys."

William glanced at Matthew for a second, with a little smile. But we raised a toast and downed the last of the wine.

On the street again, I was about to hail a cab, when Matthew said, "Hey, why don't you come over to my place and we can try this amazing scotch I bought. To celebrate."

I was tipsy enough that my better judgement circuits were off-line, so I accepted and William was the one to get the cab this time.

Matthew lived on the top floor of a really tall condo. I was amazed at the view when we got there. It was all glass and leather furniture. A little minimalist for my taste, but really nice.

We sat on this giant leather sofa-like thing, sipping our scotch. I was just draining my glass, when I felt Matthew's hand on my leg. "Frank, I gotta say, you're one sexy dude..." And he slid his hand up to my crotch and cupped by package.

I was so startled I didn't know what to do. I just looked down at his hand as it started to massage me. "Are you sure we should..." I finally managed to say.

"Oh, I'm sure."

He leaned in and kissed me, and his tongue was halfway down my throat in seconds. I decided to let this happen, so I kissed back. We were kind of frantic, and he pulled my shirt off and undid my pants in no time. I tried to do his, but he brushed my hands away. Soon, I was completely naked beside him, and he just looked at me. "You're a really, really sexy dude...."

Then he slowly undid his fly and his shirt. He stood up and stepped out of his pants and slid his black briefs off. He was still wearing his shirt. He had a really big cock for such a trim guy and I was almost hypnotized by it.

"You want this?" And he grabbed his cock in one hand.

"Of course I fucking do."

And I leaned forward. He stopped me. "Get on your knees. I like being sucked off that way."

A dim thought went through my head, that he likes to be in charge and not just at work.

So I got on the floor and his cock was right at mouth level. I took it in my hand and stroked it a few times, as if I was testing it out for size. I licked the head and my tongue played around in the cleft and in the little, drooling hole and I tasted the sweetness of him.

Finally I slid the whole thing into my mouth and I felt his hand on the back of my head, pushing me down deeper. Above me, I could hear his breathing get a little ragged, and then his voice. '

"You have an amazing mouth, Frank. It's like you were made to suck cock."

I thought it was an odd thing to say, but I was too turned on to care very much and I continued to work on him. Soon, he was really fucking my face, holding my head in his hands and jamming his hips forward. His cock was big enough that the head was reaching my throat, but I managed to take it and not gag.

It was so intense and not something I had done much before. But having my mouth used like this did something to me. I felt both powerful and in his power at the same time. He was really driving himself forward and I was almost choking when he said in a low voice "Swallow all of it" and he started to spurt into my mouth and down my throat, over and over. I grabbed his balls as if for stability while I swallowed. He held me with his cock all the way in for a moment and I could feel the last few drops on the back of my tongue.

He slid out of me and I gasped. "Fuck. That was intense!"

He just kept smiling at me. "It was, wasn't it?" He finally said.

He pulled me to my feet and kissed me. "Nicely done." He turned and walked out of the room. "Come on."

I followed him into a bedroom. He pulled the covers down and said, "Why don't you sleep here."

I didn't need to be asked again. Once we were in bed I realized I was still rock hard. I started stroking my cock. He just watched me and I decided not to hold back, so really quickly I brought myself to an intense orgasm and just as I came, he put his hand under the head of my cock and collected as much cum as he could. He brought it to my mouth. "Lick it off."

It was just a sentence, but it felt like an order, and an order that I was all about following. I wasn't sure what had gotten into me, but I knew I liked it.

When my hand was clean he wrapped me in his arms and we fell asleep.

The next few days were busy, and I didn't have much time to think about that night, or the rushed morning we had getting up and to the office in time. Each time I passed Matthew in the office, he smiled a cryptic smile and it felt nice, and I think I had a hard-on the whole week.

Fridays seem to be a thing in our office, and sure enough, on Friday afternoon, William asked me if I wanted to have a beer. Of course I said yes. These guys were too great.

As William and I were leaving, Matthew came up to us. "You guys heading for a pint?"

I smiled at him, visions of more of what we did the previous week going through my head. "We are. Come with."

So the three of us went to a different bar a few blocks away. This one was a little swankier and, instead of beer, we had martinis. I knew this could be dangerous, but I thought, what the heck?

After two, I had to go the bathroom. William came with me. It was a bit strange standing a the urinal with him right beside me, but I guess I was anesthetized enough not to care very much. As we stood there, I glanced to my side and saw William's cock which was, I gotta say, impressive. I quickly looked away and finished peeing. Just before I stepped away, I looked at his face. He had a big smile on his face, almost playful.

We got back to the table, and William stood up. "Well guys, why don't we go back to mine for a quick drink before bed?"

I thought it was an odd way to say it, but I wasn't in the mood to make it an early night, and I hoped that Matthew would want a repeat of last week.

William's place was a big house on a tree-lined street. It wasn't until we were sitting in his plush living room, that I realized there was no sign of wife or kids. Strange.

We sipped our drinks -- more martinis, it turned out -- and talked about work. I got up to use the washroom, which was upstairs. I was standing at the toilet looking in the mirror wondering how I got to this point in my life. I flushed and went out to the hallway. I noticed the lights were on in a room at the other end of the hall. I heard William's voice.

"Come in here, Frank."

I walked down the hall and when I got to the doorway, I saw William and Matthew lying on a bed completely nude. I just stared at them for a second.

I heard Matthew's voice. "Why don't you show William what a good cocksucker you are."

Part of me wanted to run, but another part of me was completely focused on William's cock which he was slowing stroking as he looked at me. It must have been eight inches at least and really thick.

"But before you do, take off your clothes. We're all friends here."

So I did. I couldn't help myself. I'd had threeways before, but this felt different. More intense. Almost like a ritual. Naked, I crawled onto the bed between William's legs. I leaned down and inhaled his aroma -- earthy and primal. I could feel the heat coming off him and his cock was throbbing in time with his heart. I licked the base of it and then all the way to the head, playing with the little cleft, then sucking the head in. I heard William gasp and he grabbed my head and pushed me down on him.

I almost choked, but because he had my head in his hands, he manoeuvred my mouth on his cock with full control: not enough to choke me, but just enough that his rigid cock hit the back of my throat. It was so broad it stretched my mouth, but for some reason I was all in. I felt like I couldn't get enough.

I was aware of Matthew beside us and I turned and our eyes met. He was smiling at me and I wondered for a second if he was going to fuck me, which would have been fine with me, but instead he got on his knees. "Hey, William, why don't we feed him together?"

I liked the sound of this. William pushed me off his cock and got up on his knees so that both of their cocks were available. I was going to hold one in each hand, but they clearly had other ideas, as they angled themselves and slid forward so that they tried to push the heads of both into my mouth. I could manage the heads, but that was about it, so they alternated, one sliding down my throat and the other rubbing on my face, then switching.

I was almost delirious with excitement. I had never met two guys who were so into it as they were. They didn't seem to pay that much attention to each other, but I imagined that the feel of their dicks sliding together must feel really good.

When Willam's cock was back in my mouth I felt a difference, and he became more intent on driving his cock as deep as he could into my mouth. I was actually choking at this point, but he kept going as if he didn't notice. He held my head even tighter and I looked up into his eyes which were staring down at me. "You better be ready for this."

And in that moment he moaned and my mouth was full of cum, shot after shot in my throat, on my tongue, more than I would have expected. I heard his voice again. "Don't swallow."

So I didn't. My mouth was coated, and then he slid out and Matthew slid in immediately and in a second, he unloaded. The taste was overwhelming as he added another layer into my mouth. Some of it dripped down my throat, almost choking me, but the rest lay on my tongue and my teeth. Now Matthew said. "Don't swallow."

I looked at William as if to see what he would say. "Open your mouth. I want to see it."

I did. It felt so amazing to be showing them the evidence of their orgasms in my mouth. Matthew said, stroking my forehead, "Nice. Now you can swallow."

I did. That seemed to be the litany of that evening. I just did. The taste was powerful, but not bad. Salty and astringent, but somehow I just wanted it in me. So I swallowed and felt it slide down my throat. I looked up at William again.

"Now jerk yourself off. You deserve it. But collect it on your hand."

It took me about a nanosecond to cum I was so turned on and I had big puddle of cum all over my hand that was dripping onto the bed. William said, "You know what to do."

And I did. I brought my hand to my mouth and licked it off hungrily. I never thought I would like the taste as much as I did in that moment. It was as if being directed by these two incredibly sexy guys changed the flavour.

When my hand was clean, I sat back on my heels, just breathing.

Suddenly, the two of them were all solicitous and gentle. They pulled me into bed and wrapped themselves around me. Matthew slid himself into me so that we were face-to-face, our cocks resting against each other. He kissed me gently a few times. William got behind me and held me from behind, his cock in the crack of my ass. It felt very warm and safe. I had no idea I would be so into this feeling. Almost of being completely in their thrall, but into I was.

The last thing I heard was William's voice. "I think we found someone." I had no idea what he meant, but I liked it.

The next week was as if nothing had happened. It was, as usual, busy and we just got on with business. Occasionally I would feel Matthew or William look at me, almost fondly, but it was just a look. Part of me wondered if we could do what we had one again, but neither one of them said anything.

But, not surprisingly, that Friday, William came to my office in the afternoon. "You should come to my place tonight. I'm having a couple of people over that I'd like you to meet."

I looked at him, trying to figure out what he might mean. "Uh...sure. What time."

"Oh, as soon as you're done come to me and we'll drive."

So I did. We got to William's place and he made martinis and we sat in his living room, talking. After a few minutes, Matthew walked in. I was surprised he didn't knock, for some reason. He made himself a drink and sat beside me. He put his hand on my leg and asked how I was doing.

"I'm great. But I feel like you two are up to something."

Matthew laughed. "Us? Not much."

The doorbell rang and William got up to answer it. He walked back into the living room followed by two guys I didn't know, but they were really gorgeous. I stood up and shook hands with them and found out they were friends of Matthew's, Trey and Zack. William offered them a drink and they sat down on either side of me on the sofa, and Matthew sat opposite on an overstuffed chair.

The four of us talked a while, but I could tell that Trey and Zack were checking me out. I wondered if they were a couple who were into doing stuff together, but I wasn't sure.

When we had finished our drinks, William said very matter-of-factly. "Frank, why don't you go to the bedroom and we'll join you in a minute."

I was a little surprised, but I could tell where this might be going, so I did. I sat on the bed for a second, but then I realized I should probably get rid of my clothes. Once I was naked, I just sat there.

There was no sound from the living room, but after about ten minutes, the four of them came in, in single file, completely naked and their cocks were all hard. I sat there looking at the four lovely men and their equally lovely cocks. I knew what to do.

I pulled Trey to me and his cock slid into my mouth. I grabbed his balls and held them tightly as I pulled off and licked the head and realized he was uncut which added a new sensation as I chewed on his foreskin and enjoyed his musky flavour. I realized there was another cock close to my mouth, and I looked up at Zack and then down at the longer, thicker cock he presented to my mouth. I could feel Trey jerking off right by my face. Zack pushed himself into my mouth almost too quickly, but I managed to take it.

I was vaguely aware that William and Matthew were watching us and I looked over at them. They were standing near us, their cocks in their hands, smiles on their faces.

Zack pulled himself out of me and Trey's cock bottomed out in my throat. I choked and almost spat him out, but he had a grip on my head and held me on. Each time he plunged into my mouth, I felt the hair around his cock on my lips. I don't think I'd felt so, well, used, before, and I kind of liked it.

I looked up into Trey's face and I could tell he was close because he had closed his eyes. With a few more almost overwhelming thrusts his cock began to blast into my mouth. After a second, he pulled out and I kept my mouth open while more spurts hit my tongue, and right then, Zack moved his cock so that it was almost touching my tongue and his dick began to spurt into my mouth. I kept looking up at them and I saw they were leaning against each other while they stroked their cocks, emptying themselves into me.

William moved to my side and looked down at me. "Don't swallow."

I already knew that was what he wanted. I stayed still, my mouth open. I could feel a stream of cum dripping from my mouth, but I ignored it. Matthew appeared and the other two stood back. He was standing in front of me, stroking his cock. "You are a really good cocksucker. I'm very proud of you. Do you want more?"

All I could do was nod. His smiled grew wider and he stepped forward and as he stroked a little faster, he lay the head of his cock on my tongue, in the pool of cum that was already there. All I could taste was cum and then, with a moan, he proceeded to add to it, adding stream after stream into my mouth. It was running off my tongue, filling the bottom of my mouth and sliding down my throat, but I managed to hold myself and not swallow.

When he was done, he stepped back, and William stepped forward. "One more, okay?"

He barely had his cock in my mouth as he stroked it when I felt what seemed like a geyser burst from his cock and I had to close my mouth on it. As if he was waiting for me to do this, he slid his cock all the way in as it pulsed in my mouth and I swallowed him and all the cum from the other three at the same time. I looked up into his eyes and he was smiling. He smelled woodsy and warm and he ran his hand through my hair. I had to swallow a few times to get it all, but I didn't want to let go of his cock and I just sucked on it, enjoying his flavour, feeling a slow drizzle of cum still flowing from the end.

Finally, he pulled out of me. I was dizzy and I stood up, but all I could think about was my own cock which was almost aching with need. To my utter amazement, William knelt down and opened his mouth and in I slid. Almost immediately, I felt my body let loose into his mouth and what seemed like years of pent up frustration and longing poured into him. He just looked up at me which my cock pumped.

When I was done, he stood up and we kissed and I knew that I was to share what I had given him. We kissed for what seemed like an age, trading my cum back and forth. I finally leaned back and we both swallowed. He was smiling at me still. "What?" I finally said.

He didn't answer but kissed me. Then he took me by the hand to the bed where Matthew already was. I realized that the other two were gone, but the thought drifted away.

This time I nestled in behind Matthew, slipping my semi hard cock in the groove of his ass. He wriggled a little to get it deeper. I felt William do the same behind me. It felt so safe and comfortable and I slept almost immediately.

So I became the boyfriend and the third and the cocksucker. I moved into Williams's house and Matthew was a regular visitor. There were other visitors, of course, and I spent many evenings on my knees, savouring the cum that spurted from various cocks, always ending with Matthew and William. William and I eventually got married, something neither of us expected, but love is love. It didn't mean I stopped sucking other guys who came over, but William was always at the end and always with love.

A year or so later, after a particularly busy evening where I sucked off four guys, then William, I suddenly thought of the pictures of the kids and wife in Williams's office. I asked him about them. "Oh, that was just camouflage in case you were one of those annoying straight guys. It's my sister and my nephews, actually. You didn't noticed I took them down when I hired you?" I had to laugh.