I landed my first job only 2 months after graduating college. My parents were so proud of me when I moved from their suburban home and into the city to be closer to work. I found a nice apartment building with a gym, a pool, a door man, and a terrific view of the city skyline. The rent was a little high, but I figure you only live one. I wasn't seriously dating anyone yet, and was years away from starting a family of my own, so I thought I'd have plenty of time to save up later on in my career.
I worked for a prestigious advertising firm with a good reputation about town. In no time I was making really good money, and bragging about it to all of my friends (new and old). I'll admit I became something of an asshole; obnoxious, arrogant, big headed, pompous, you name it. I was on top of the world, and dating a couple of chicks whom seemed very impressed by my apartment and the nice car I drove.
But it was my boss mr Gregg (a no nonsense kind of guy that 'specialized in results', -that was his motto, and he pitched it everyday), and his very demanding way of expecting perfection from everyone that had me budding my head against the walls at night. I was always nervous around him, and would often make some of the stupidest mistakes in his presence. He soon started to think of me as an imbecile. I knew my days of working this firm were numbered. The results of my worrying started showing up in my work and reports as well. I was losing sleep, and ducking my boss whenever I heard he was looking for me. So it really came as no surprise one day when I was called into his office just as soon as I arrived for work. His secretary kind of confirmed my termination by the cold way in which she greeted me as she announced me over the phone. She was an older woman, whom lacked social skills and hid her lack of beauty behind a mask of feminine masculinity. In short, I believed she was a dike.
"You asked to see me, sir?" I asked, peeking my head in his office only after she granted me access.
"Yes. Yes Jason, have a seat." the boss offered. I heard the secretary close the door behind me for privacy as I nervously took my seat. Mr Gregg was sitting behind his desk, going over a report I had handed in the previous day. He took a few moments to read it, then closed the file and tossed it in the trash can.
"I understand that you are directly out of college, Jason. But I could get better results from my 6 year old daughter." he insulted, making me sink in my seat. "I was told that you graduated in the top 10% of your class. Is that true?"
"Yes, sir." I answered, meekly.
"Well what college you graduate from, Community?"
"No sir." I answered, embarrassed.
"Well Jason, I'm afraid that you leave me no choice here but to terminate your employment, effective immediately. I'm sorry." he said, donning his glasses as he went back to his reports.
"But...I can do better. Sir, please....I...I NEED this job." I pleaded, hating myself for it.
"I'm sorry Jason, you're just not qualified for this position yet. You lack experience. Whomever hired you should have told you that this position required a great deal of experience."
"But please sir, I'm willing to learn anything! I'll do whatever you ask...!"
"I'm sorry, son." said Gregg, removing his glasses as he got up from his desk to show me to the door. As he walked by, I blocked his path by throwing myself to my knees in front of him.
"Please mr Gregg, give me another chance! I'll do better! Please! I NEED this job, sir! I can't go back home!"
"Get off your knees Jason, show some dignity son." suggested Gregg, gripping me by the shoulders as he attempted to help me up off the floor.
"Please...I'll do anything you ask of me! ANYTHING!! I can't lose my apartment! Everyone thinks I'm doing so good. Please don't do this to me! I've told everyone how well I was doing, I can't go back to having nothing on my plate!" The room suddenly fell silent as mr Gregg stood there before me, trying to decide what to do. My head was level with his crotch, and I noticed a slight movement underneath his gray slacks. I looked up into his face, and saw him glaring down at me. His facial expression never changed.
"Jason, I've already made my decision to give your position to someone else..." he said, causing me to sink into even deeper despare. "...but I really admire your tenacity. If only you'd showed this kind of devotion to your work, you'd have been a hellifying employee." he added. "But if you REALLY want another chance to keep working here, I may be able to create a new position for you. Provided you are eager to learn the skills needed to require the job."
"Oh, I'm eager mr Gregg. I'll do anything!" I promised, happy to still have a job and be able to keep my apartment in the city.
"I don't know if you have the skills, though." he said, thoughtfully. "It requires a lot of HARD work, and diligence. The good thing though, is if you're as eager to learn as you claim you are, you could perfect a craft rather quickly."
"Oh I AM, mr Gregg. Just give me one more chance, and I'll make you proud!" I said, pouring it on thick.
"Unzip my pants." he ordered. I swallowed hard, staring up into his eyes.
"Huh?"
"Unzip my pants, and take out my cock." he said, in the same tone.
"But..." I said, looking down at his bulging crotch and back up into his cold eyes.
"But what? I thought you wanted to continue working here?" he asked.
"I DO...." I said, hesitating. "....but, I'm not GAY."
"I thought you were willing to do ANYTHING. I thought you were eager to learn." he asked, spitting my own words back to me.
"I am, but...I...I...didn't know you meant I'd have to...to..."
"Suck cock? Yes, that is the prime requirement." explained Gregg. "You see, I LOVE blowjobs. Can't get enough of them. But my wife is lousy at it. You'd think after 15 years of marriage she'd have learned a thing or two by now, but she hasn't. NOPE. Not her. And I don't DARE risk another female "assistant" running to the board with another sexual harassment suit. So you need a job, but you're lousy at what you do. I need a blowjob, but can't risk hiring any of the beautiful assistants floating around the offices. So I figure I have an open position available for you, provided you don't fuck this job up like you did the last one."
He was actually serious about this. My boss was actually looking for an assistant to blow him. For ME to blow him. That was a job? I quickly wondered what something like that was worth?
"What would the salary be?" I asked, considering the position.
"Well, the starting salary will be what you're currently making here at the firm. So you'd stay at your current rate, with advancements just like any other employee." he said, still looking down at me on my knees.
"And what exactly would be my duties?" I asked, thinking how SICK it was that I was actually contemplating this.
"Suck my cock whenever I need it. Mornings mostly. After Lunch. Several times a day. I have a high sex drive." announced the boss
"And what would be my job description around the office?" I asked, concerned about how I'd be perceived amounts the other employees after spending so much time locked away with him behind a closed door all day. "Am I supposed to just sit around in the lobby waiting for you to want head?"
"You'd be my personal assistant. End of story. The company provides that each partner has one. No one needs to know the ends and outs of your duties, but me. I'd probably have to send you on some menial tasks to keep up with appearances though. But mostly you'd be at my beck and call whenever I needed you. Provided you pass the interview."
"Interview? I thought THIS was the interview? I thought I was guaranteed the position if I did it?"
"You are, provided you're any good at it." said Gregg. "The only thing worse then no blowjobs, are BAD blowjobs. So I'll have to sample what you got, to determine if you're right for the job."
"Sample? You mean I'll have to blow you before you'll even seriously consider me for the job?" I asked, in shock.
"Well, you do test drive a car before purchase, don't you?" asked Gregg, towering over me. "I don't want to be stuck with a lemon." A lemon? -I thought to myself, I would be the one with the sour taste in my mouth! I had to suck the bosses dick rather I got the job or not. I had to give him "a sample" of the goods before he would purchase it. Either way I was looking at having a cock in my mouth. The dilemma was; if I gave a bad blowjob, I'd have sucked his dick for nothing. BUT, if I turned out to be any good at it, I'd get to keep my apartment in the city, and noone but him and me would be the wiser as to my real position. This would take some time to decide...
"Time is money, Jason. I need a decision. What do you say?" asked Gregg, as if reading my thoughts.
"You need an answer now?" I asked, hoping for at least a day or two to decide.
"I've been without...an assistant, for a while now. I'm eager to have this position filled. It shouldn't take long for you to decide if you can do it or not. It's only a matter of you leaning forward to suck my cock, or getting up to walk out that door. It's not rocket science Jason. Make a decision." Make a decision! It's easy for HIM to say, he's not the one trading in his manhood for a pay check! He'll still have his pride and masculinity in check, while I'll have to be forced to look myself in a mirror and see nothing but a...cocksucker.
I glanced back up into mr Gregg's face, he was looking at his watch, getting impatient. I took in his features, trying to decide what I should do. He was tall, about 6-1, medium built, with graying salt and pepper type hair. He had strong bone features, that made his face look very stern at times. He was such an intense person, that I just couldn't picture him in a sexual way with anyone, let alone ME.
"Well, I see this interview is just a waste of time..." said Gregg preparing to move on, but I stopped him. I lowered my head shamefully, taking a deep breath before reaching up to unzipped his trousers. He wore white boxers with bright red strips. I reached into the slit and pulled out his semi hardon. It was red and white just like his shorts. A big patch of pubic hair sprouted out the top of the slit, and his hairy balls spilled out at the bottom. I looked it over as one would a newly discovered life form. I wasn't sure I wanted to touch it, scream at it, or kill it for getting too close to me.
I watched it dangling before me for several minutes, trying to get up the nerve to do something with it. Mr Gregg had his hands on his hips, watching me watch IT. He glance his watch again, then told me he had a board meeting to attend in 15 minutes. I knew if he walked out of that door with loaded balls, I could kiss the new position goodbye. So just as he was about to tuck it back in his pants, I leaned forward and lick the head. Mr Gregg paused, removing his hand to allow me access to his swinging meat. It bounced and bobbed before my eyes as I licked it again. I was surprised that it didn't have a nasty after taste. I fully expected it to taste like stale piss, battery acid, rotted pussy or something awful like that. But it didn't. I leaned forward and licked it some more.
"ummm, yesss..." moaned Gregg, as my tongue teased the red head. I licked and licked at the tip, treating it much like one would an ice cream cone, afraid to let it touch my face. The cock would throb a few times, then bounce out of reach of my mouth as I painted the head with clear saliva. Licking a cock wasn't too bad, I didn't hear any thunder strikes or smell any brimstone, so I figured I wasn't doing something that would banish me to hell forever and a day. I was content with just licking the head about a 100 times, but I knew that wasn't going to get the results the boss wanted. I hated it myself whenever girls would only lick my dick, like they were scared they were going to smear their makeup or something. So I took his cock into my mouth and began sucking on the head. Mr Gregg groaned a loud, his hands stroked into my hair. I pulled back, popping his cock from my lips as I licked at the shaft with more gusto then before.
"Ooooohh yessss, that's it...lick that cock shaft..." moaned Gregg, keeping his eyes on me. I ran my tongue up and down the sides of his dick, wetting it good with spit. His cock bobbed steadily as I tried to lick and caress it with my tongue. I slithered my way back up the tip, and took the mushroom shaped head between my lips. The tip of the cock had a funny taste to it. I polished the head off, then slid my lips half way down the shaft and back up to the top. Mr Gregg cooed, and kept running his hands back and forth through my hair. I pulled the head from my mouth and licked along the belly. His cock danced along my face, smearing my own saliva across my nose, cheeks, and forehead. I licked my way back up, and saw a clear pearly drop of semen appear at the piss opening. I paused briefly, afraid I'd consume it if I continued licking. Mr Gregg saw my hesitation and pulled me forward. I took his cock back into my mouth and swallowed it again about half way before gagging. His shaft throbbed several times, but did not cum. When I slid me lips back up to the tip, I tasted his pre-cum and immediately realized that IT had been the "funny" taste I had sampled before.
Not completely turned off by the flavor, I continued on with the blowjob. I really needed to make this work in order to keep my job. But I was surprised by the way the cock felt in my mouth. The hard shaft was in direct contrast to the soft smooth skin that glided across my tongue like silk. I bobbed my head back and forth for a minute, allowing my mouth to get used to the intrusion. Mr Gregg groaned even louder, as I tickled the under belly with the flat of my tongue.
I pulled back just long enough to suck on the head and snatch a quick breath before plunging back down on it. I bobbed my head a little faster, taking as much of the cock into me as physically possible without choking. The shaft got really slick with my spit. I could feel some of my saliva escaping the sides of my stretched mouth. Mr Gregg was moaning about how good I was, telling me to "take it deeper", or to "suck harder". I did as instructed, suctioning my cheeks inward as I bobbed along his shaft. I felt his cock throbbing more and more. I tried to pull back to give my mouth a breather, but he locked his hands onto my head and started face fucking me. I gagged several times on his dick, and suddenly became frightened that he might thrust too deep and choke me to death. I reached up and grabbed his cock shaft with my fist, to keep him from spearing me. Mr Gregg fucked at my mouth and fist as he held me in place by the back of the head.
"Oh yes Jason, that's it! That's it! Just like that! I think we've found your new position!" he cried, inspiring me to suck harder. I could taste more pre-cum. His cock was fucking my mouth and fist faster. He worked his hips back and forth, his fingers twisting in my hair as he locked me into place. I was gasping in breath with each pull of his hips. Gregg was humping upward into me, his cock throbbing uncontrollably. I felt my mouth grow wet with an abundance of spit, so much so that I had to swallow it to keep from spilling it all out over my work shirt. Mr Gregg's pumps got less active as he slowed his thrusts. I took over sucking again, determined to make him cum for the position. His cock started to soften. I feared he grew bored with me, so I removed my hand to use just my mouth. I HAD to please him, or else I'd be jobless, homeless, and living in my parents attic -again. After about a minute or so he pulled back, pulling his limp cock away from me.
"Enough!" he said, as I tried to recapture it with my mouth "You've got it! You've got the position! No need to try and kill me!" he laughed leaning back against his desk for support, his dangling cock laying limp a top his balls. "My, but you ARE cock hungry, aren't you?" he smiled, tucking his dick back into his shorts and readjusting his pants. "Are you SURE you've never sucked cock before?"
"I...I just wanted to make you cum..." I said sadly knowing I had failed.
"But I did cum." he said, zipping up as he walked back around his desk to retrieve his briefcase.
"You DID?" I asked, surprised.
"Yes. I came in your mouth. Didn't you taste it?" My eyes widened when I realized that I must have eaten his load, thinking it was that over abundance of spit in my mouth. I sat there on my knees for a few minutes as I took in the knowledge of what I had done. I imagined mr Gregg's little fishes swimming around in my stomach, looking for an EGG to fertilize. Mr Gregg walked back around and stood in front of me, helping me to my feet.
"The job is yours Jason, -if you want it." he smiled, guiding me to walk him towards the door. "I expect a hot blowjob just like that one, every morning before coffee. All other blowjob's will be apon request as the day goes on." he said, stopping as soon as we reached the door. "I liked the fact that you ate my load, shows real initiative and determination. My wife doesn't even do that. You could teach her a lot about blowjobs." he said, as he opened the door. The secretary looked up at us from her desk and frowned.
"Welcome to your NEW POSITION, mr Reid. I'm sure you'll do well." Gregg said officially, shaking my hand firmly for the secretary's benefit. "You can wait in my office for me until I get back from my meeting..." he said, as his secretary gathered up her belongings to follow him to the board room. "...ms Paige will make sure you have a new office close by, by tomorrow."
"Yes, sir." she said, jotting down information in her notes.
Mr Gregg leaned forward, placing his lips beside my ear as he whispered; "I usually get a wicked hardon after every board meeting, so I'll be needing your services again when I get back. So don't get lost." he winked before turning to disappear down the hall with ms Paige closely in tow.
I went back into his office to wait for his return, the taste of his dick still in my mouth. I contemplated what I had done. I had actually sucked another man's cock, and ate his cum. I SWALLOWED another man's dick juice! I felt my stomach go queasy over the realization that I had sperm in my belly. I could still smell mr Gregg's crotch on my lips, my breath, and my hands. I decided I needed a drink. I knew the boss had a fully stocked bar hidden in his expensive wall unit. But as I went to fix myself a "stiff one", I caught a glimpse of myself in a mirror he had mounted on the wall, and saw just how jacked up my hair looked from his hands running away in it as I sucked his dick. I looked like I'd just waken up from a 40 year sleep. No wonder the secretary frowned, nodoubt she knew what I had been in the bosses office doing!