We have all heard, or read, stories about guys being laid by their boss. Normally, such stories entail a threat of dismissal that can be warded off by a little after-hours sex, or the guy needs to persuade his boss to give him a raise or a better performance review. However, in my case the situation was rather different and I thought I would share the details with you.
I have been working for the same firm for ten years since leaving school. I started out as a junior clerk and gradually rose up through the ranks, so to speak, from section leader to department superintendent. The old boss who recruited me had retired recently and a new guy of about my own age took over our branch of the company. For the record, I will refer to him as Bob. Jack, the office gossip, had contacts in branches all over the country and he had made a few phone calls to check out the new man so that we could be prepared for any problems that could arise from his appointment. Thankfully, it was all good news. He was said to be a fair manager who was a great team leader. However, he was not one to suffer fools gladly and was a stickler for efficiency although he would be lenient if a staff member made to odd mistake. On the whole he seemed too good to be true. We also learned he was single and there was the suggestion that he could be gay.
Now that is not a problem and there were no known homophobes among my colleagues and who knows with a staff exceeding a hundred or so, there could well be at least one gay or maybe a couple of bisexual guys on the staff. Bob certainly came across as a thoroughly pleasant character and he went out of his way to meet all members of staff and made a real effort to remember folks’ names and appreciate the work they were doing. Apart from introductions and the odd greetings when he came into the branch in the morning, I had had no real contact with him, so it came as a surprise when he phoned my home one Sunday and asked to speak with me. For the record, I was living with my dad, mom having passed some years ago.
‘Hi! Harry,’ Bob said as I picked up the phone from my dad who had answered it. ‘Sorry to have to interrupt your weekend but something’s come up.’
‘Is there a problem?’ I asked. ‘How may I help?’
‘Oh there’s no problem. I may be the bearer of good news,’ Bob replied. My mind started to race, what on earth could be so important that he had to phone me on a Sunday?
‘There is a manager vacancy in our Cade City branch and your name is in the frame for it if you are interested.’
‘Well, sure, I am interested,’ I replied. That particular branch was one of your best and the manager’s job there would be quite a prize.
‘Well then you need to get yourself over to our head office tomorrow morning. The CEO wants to see you. It’s just a formality really as Human Resources have put your name forward and the decision is mainly in their domain. I assume you can make it?’
‘Yes,’ I replied eagerly. Then I had a thought, I knew the CEO was a man who expected his managers to look the part and be very smart in their dress. ‘However, I do have a problem,’ I added.
‘What’s that?’ Bob asked.
‘My best suit is with the cleaners and I am not due to pick it up before Tuesday. He’s not going to be very impressed if I turn up to see him dressed in my usual work clothes, they are hardly management standard.’
‘Hmm…’ Bod said. ‘Tell you what, we are much the same size and I have a suit that would doubtless fit you to a tee, why don’t you come over to my place this afternoon if you’re free and you can try it?’
‘Are you sure? That would be great if you don’t mind me borrowing it?’
‘Mind? Only too pleased to help; after all it was I who suggested your name for the job in the first place and I would look a little stupid if you were to put in an appearance that would not match up to what was required. So come over – I’ll expect you around three o’clock.’ So saying he rang off and I was left standing by the phone in the hall with my mind in a whirl. I went through to the sitting room and told dad what the call was all about and he offered his congratulations.
‘I guess that’ll mean you leaving home,’ he said. ‘And about time; it’s not right that a man your age should still be living with his old man. You need a place of your own and a wife to keep you company in it!’
We had had this kind of conversation before. He was anxious that I should find the ‘right girl’ and settle down. He wanted grand children in his old age. Sad for him as I was not one who was cut out for raising kids or marrying for a start. Dad was unaware that that I was gay, in fact I was not even that sure myself as I had never had any kind of relationship with another guy. I just knew that I was not attracted to women in a sexual way. I had been out with a couple of girls but nothing ever came of it. We would go to the movies or theatre, maybe have a meal out but as our friendships drifted along, so we would drift apart especially if some Lothario came on the scene and offered my girl friend a more exciting future!
The morning dragged on, I made some lunch for dad and myself and then came time for me to make my way over to Bob’s place. I was aware of his address as he had asked me to witness his signature on some papers when he was buying the place. He had not singled me out for that task specifically, it was just that I was passing his office door when the need arose for the papers to be signed and sealed. He had the penthouse apartment in a newly built condominium overlooking the river, all very impressive! Maybe with this promotion, I could aspire to something similar.
I took the elevator up to the top floor and rang the bell. Bob opened the door and greeted me with a broad smile. He’s a good looking guy, his blond hair is receding a little but his blue eyes have a twinkle that ensures you look anywhere but at his hair line.
‘Harry, good to see you do come in, can I offer you anything to drink?’ he said as he stepped aside to allow my entry to his stunning apartment. I didn’t know quite what to expect of the apartment but was impressed by what I saw. Bob had an eye for antique furniture that was for sure and the main living room was evidence for that. There was an eclectic collection of chairs and sofas upon what appeared to be a richly patterned and coloured oriental carpet. The setting gave the room the ambience of the drawing room in a stately home where the modern windows were framed by costly looking deep red velvet drapes. I let out an involuntary gasp as my eyes wandered around the room.
‘You like what you see?’ Bob asked. ‘Most of this stuff has been handed down through the family. My great grandpa was a plantation owner and had one of those classic colonial mansions. My grand dad frittered away the family fortune and what I have here are the last remains of what had been a grand residence.’
‘It does give the room a palatial look,’ I ventured, wondering what the rest of the apartment would be like. I was soon to find out as Bob led me through to the kitchen. By way of a contrast this was a brightly lit thoroughly modern, well equipped space. ‘How about that drink?’ Bob asked returning to his original inquiry. ‘I have some freshly made coffee or a beer if that is what you would prefer.’
‘Coffee will be just fine,’ I replied as I took a seat at the table following Bob’s hand gesture in its direction. He went over to the counter and picked up two mugs and the coffee pot. He poured out two mug-fulls and placed one before me.
‘Sugar and cream?’ he asked.
‘No sugar but some cream, please’ I said.
As we sat and drank our coffee Bob asked me about my measurements, shoe size and the like. It seemed that as he had surmised we were pretty much the same in height and build even down to shoe size. So once we had finished our drinks he took me into his bedroom where he had a large walk-in wardrobe and an impressive array of clothing. I knew he was tidy by nature from his office but the wardrobe was something else. Several suits and shirts of various colours were hung in a neat row on the rail while shelves at each side were stacked with underwear, socks and folded t-shirts. He had almost enough clothing to open a store unlike my own meagre wardrobe back home.
‘This suit should be good for you’ Bob said. ‘I bought it a month or so ago and have only worn it once. I had it made to order and save it for special occasions. Your meeting tomorrow will be such an occasion and so this suit should be most appropriate.’
The suit was obviously made of pure wool and was a dark blue in colour, the sort of thing I could only dream of as I could never afford to buy such a fine garment. Maybe Bob’s grandfather had been a wastrel but there must still be some money in his family for him to be able to afford such luxury, I thought.
He held up the jacket for me to try and as I slipped my arms into the sleeves I knew that the fit would be perfect. He placed his hands on my shoulders and smoothed the jacket into position. ‘Here look in the mirror,’ he said. I turned to admire the jacket in a long cheval mirror that stood in the corner of the room. There was no doubt that it was as though it had been made for me. Bob then took a shirt and selected a neck tie from his collection. After laying these on the bed he took the suit pants from the hanger and held them out for me to see.
‘Try them on,’ he said as he placed them over the back of a chair. I removed the jacked and hesitated as it would mean removing my own pants with him looking on. ‘No need to be shy,’ he said with a knowing smile. For my part I was pleased that I had showered and put on clean undies immediately before leaving home to come to Bob’s place. I slipped off my loafers and pants and was about to put on the suit pants when Bob said, ‘Why not try the shirt first.’ I was wearing a polo shirt and as it was a warm day that was all I had on apart from my white briefs and socks. I felt myself blush as I pulled off my shirt and stood there in just my briefs.
‘You look fit,’ Bob said. ‘Do you work out?’
‘I go to the gym most weeks and of course I like to run,’ I replied conscious of his eyes on me. The rumours that he was gay would seem to be true I thought as he took a step toward me. There was no doubt that I found him very attractive and was wondering whether I should make a move on him. My mind was in a whirl as I did not want to do anything that could cause him to be offended. He gauged my hesitation and closed the gap between us still further so that I could feel his breath on my body. I tentatively stretched out a hand and he took it and put my thumb in his mouth. As he sucked on it I had no doubts in my mind at all as to what he wanted and I trembled in anticipation of where this was leading.
He released my hand and put his arms around me pulling me into his firm body. Suddenly his lips were on mine and his tongue was probing its way into my mouth. We were soon locked in a passionate kiss as his hands ran over my back and grasped my butt. He walked me backwards so that I fell on the bed, my legs dangling over the side. He pushed my knees apart and pressed into the space between my legs, bending forward to continue kissing me on the mouth and throat. His crotch was over mine and I could feel his hard cock straining against the front of his pants as he rubbed it over my own erection in my briefs.
Holding my arms above my head he ran his tongue over my armpits before moving it down over my chest, pausing to stimulate my nipples in turn and then working on down to the top of my briefs. Using his teeth he tugged on the waistband so that the tip of my cock peeked out. It became the next part of my anatomy to feel the touch of his tongue, a touch that sent a tingle to the depths of my being. Freeing my hands he stripped my briefs off and was suddenly taking my entire shaft deep into his throat.
‘Oh God! Oh fuck!’ I cried as he caused me to feel such pleasure and delight as his lips and tongue worked on my cock, first the shaft then the head and back again. His fingers gripped my balls pulling down on them creating a feeling of pain mixed with pleasure. I put my hands on his head and pushed him down as hard as possible on my ridged dick before letting him up again ready for another plunge down. We continued like this for what seemed an age. Fearful that I might cum too soon I tried to think of anything and everything that would delay my ejaculation. It was then that he released my cock and sat back on his heels, still between my legs. I sat up and leaned forward to undo the buttons on his shirt. He stood and allowed me to remove it. Admiring the tan chest and six-pack that was revealed, I turned my attention to his pants. I unbuckled his belt and pulled it free of the loops on his pants. His erection was pressing hard again the front of his pants as I unzipped his fly. Like me he was wearing tight white briefs. He unhitched the top of his pants and let them fall to his ankles. His erection lay to one side in his briefs and there was a large wet patch where his pre-cum had gathered. I bent to lick it before he pulled the cotton briefs down allowing his uncut cock spring out like a bow sprit on a sail boat. It took hold of the shaft and ran my tongue under his foreskin, pressing the tip into his piss slit and then taking the gleaming knob into my hungry lips. He tasted good. His bush had been manscaped and it tickled my nose as I went down on him. Although his cock was thick, it was not so very long, so I could take it down fairly easily.
‘Oh God, yes,’ he moaned as I sucked on his cock and fondled with his low hung balls. ‘Keep that mouth going!’ he added as he thrust his dick fully into my hot saliva filled mouth. Things got so wet that in the end I did start to choke a little.
‘Are you a top or a bottom?’ Bob asked.
‘I’m easy,’ I replied. ‘You can fuck my ass if that’s what you want.’ He turned me over on the bed so that I was on my hands and knees. I felt his tongue on my anus. He slurped and licked my hole so that it became wet. Then he pressed his thumb hard against it and caused me to open up a little. He used a finger and then two fingers to really loosen me. It was necessary if I was going to take that thick man meat that stood so hard and ready between his legs.
‘God! That’s some dick!’ I cried as I felt it ram home. It felt almost as though I would split but after a few more moments, I relaxed and it felt so good. I bucked back as he thrust forward and soon we had a regular in-out motion running like a piston engine. With each thrust I thought I was going to cum but I held on, I didn’t want to lose a single second of the pleasure I was feeling. I could hear the slap of his balls as the collided with my butt, a sound that was accompanied by his continual breathy gasps and groans.
‘Oh fuck! Your ass is so tight!’ he moaned. ‘Aaaaah! Fuuuuuuck! I’m going to cum!’ He exclaimed and I felt the hot wad shoot up inside me, his cock bucking and throbbing with each spurt. As soon as he pulled out I flopped down on my back and he grabbed my cock and jerked on it until I started to shoot a load. He grasped my shaft tightly to stop the flow and lunged down to take the whole length of my cock in his mouth where I burst vast jets of cum down his gulping throat.
‘That was the best protein diet I’ve enjoyed for a long time!’ Bob said as he wiped the sticky goo from his lips. He pulled me toward him and kissed me thrusting his cum tasting tongue into my mouth so that I could share the remnants of my load that he had taken with such vigour.
‘Well,’ he said. ‘You have paid me handsomely for the loan of a suit. I hope your visit to head office in the morning will be equally rewarding!’
My interview with the CEO did go well and he complimented me upon my smart appearance. He shook me by the hand and confirmed my promotion, saying that the Human Resources Department would let me have full details of the new appointment and salary in the post. I was to take up the new post in one week’s time. To say that I was a happy man at that point would be an understatement. On my journey home I could not keep my thoughts from the fact that I would have to return the suit and other items to Bob. I would be sure to make my show of appreciation one that we could both remember for a long while – but that’s a story for another time!
I have been working for the same firm for ten years since leaving school. I started out as a junior clerk and gradually rose up through the ranks, so to speak, from section leader to department superintendent. The old boss who recruited me had retired recently and a new guy of about my own age took over our branch of the company. For the record, I will refer to him as Bob. Jack, the office gossip, had contacts in branches all over the country and he had made a few phone calls to check out the new man so that we could be prepared for any problems that could arise from his appointment. Thankfully, it was all good news. He was said to be a fair manager who was a great team leader. However, he was not one to suffer fools gladly and was a stickler for efficiency although he would be lenient if a staff member made to odd mistake. On the whole he seemed too good to be true. We also learned he was single and there was the suggestion that he could be gay.
Now that is not a problem and there were no known homophobes among my colleagues and who knows with a staff exceeding a hundred or so, there could well be at least one gay or maybe a couple of bisexual guys on the staff. Bob certainly came across as a thoroughly pleasant character and he went out of his way to meet all members of staff and made a real effort to remember folks’ names and appreciate the work they were doing. Apart from introductions and the odd greetings when he came into the branch in the morning, I had had no real contact with him, so it came as a surprise when he phoned my home one Sunday and asked to speak with me. For the record, I was living with my dad, mom having passed some years ago.
‘Hi! Harry,’ Bob said as I picked up the phone from my dad who had answered it. ‘Sorry to have to interrupt your weekend but something’s come up.’
‘Is there a problem?’ I asked. ‘How may I help?’
‘Oh there’s no problem. I may be the bearer of good news,’ Bob replied. My mind started to race, what on earth could be so important that he had to phone me on a Sunday?
‘There is a manager vacancy in our Cade City branch and your name is in the frame for it if you are interested.’
‘Well, sure, I am interested,’ I replied. That particular branch was one of your best and the manager’s job there would be quite a prize.
‘Well then you need to get yourself over to our head office tomorrow morning. The CEO wants to see you. It’s just a formality really as Human Resources have put your name forward and the decision is mainly in their domain. I assume you can make it?’
‘Yes,’ I replied eagerly. Then I had a thought, I knew the CEO was a man who expected his managers to look the part and be very smart in their dress. ‘However, I do have a problem,’ I added.
‘What’s that?’ Bob asked.
‘My best suit is with the cleaners and I am not due to pick it up before Tuesday. He’s not going to be very impressed if I turn up to see him dressed in my usual work clothes, they are hardly management standard.’
‘Hmm…’ Bod said. ‘Tell you what, we are much the same size and I have a suit that would doubtless fit you to a tee, why don’t you come over to my place this afternoon if you’re free and you can try it?’
‘Are you sure? That would be great if you don’t mind me borrowing it?’
‘Mind? Only too pleased to help; after all it was I who suggested your name for the job in the first place and I would look a little stupid if you were to put in an appearance that would not match up to what was required. So come over – I’ll expect you around three o’clock.’ So saying he rang off and I was left standing by the phone in the hall with my mind in a whirl. I went through to the sitting room and told dad what the call was all about and he offered his congratulations.
‘I guess that’ll mean you leaving home,’ he said. ‘And about time; it’s not right that a man your age should still be living with his old man. You need a place of your own and a wife to keep you company in it!’
We had had this kind of conversation before. He was anxious that I should find the ‘right girl’ and settle down. He wanted grand children in his old age. Sad for him as I was not one who was cut out for raising kids or marrying for a start. Dad was unaware that that I was gay, in fact I was not even that sure myself as I had never had any kind of relationship with another guy. I just knew that I was not attracted to women in a sexual way. I had been out with a couple of girls but nothing ever came of it. We would go to the movies or theatre, maybe have a meal out but as our friendships drifted along, so we would drift apart especially if some Lothario came on the scene and offered my girl friend a more exciting future!
The morning dragged on, I made some lunch for dad and myself and then came time for me to make my way over to Bob’s place. I was aware of his address as he had asked me to witness his signature on some papers when he was buying the place. He had not singled me out for that task specifically, it was just that I was passing his office door when the need arose for the papers to be signed and sealed. He had the penthouse apartment in a newly built condominium overlooking the river, all very impressive! Maybe with this promotion, I could aspire to something similar.
I took the elevator up to the top floor and rang the bell. Bob opened the door and greeted me with a broad smile. He’s a good looking guy, his blond hair is receding a little but his blue eyes have a twinkle that ensures you look anywhere but at his hair line.
‘Harry, good to see you do come in, can I offer you anything to drink?’ he said as he stepped aside to allow my entry to his stunning apartment. I didn’t know quite what to expect of the apartment but was impressed by what I saw. Bob had an eye for antique furniture that was for sure and the main living room was evidence for that. There was an eclectic collection of chairs and sofas upon what appeared to be a richly patterned and coloured oriental carpet. The setting gave the room the ambience of the drawing room in a stately home where the modern windows were framed by costly looking deep red velvet drapes. I let out an involuntary gasp as my eyes wandered around the room.
‘You like what you see?’ Bob asked. ‘Most of this stuff has been handed down through the family. My great grandpa was a plantation owner and had one of those classic colonial mansions. My grand dad frittered away the family fortune and what I have here are the last remains of what had been a grand residence.’
‘It does give the room a palatial look,’ I ventured, wondering what the rest of the apartment would be like. I was soon to find out as Bob led me through to the kitchen. By way of a contrast this was a brightly lit thoroughly modern, well equipped space. ‘How about that drink?’ Bob asked returning to his original inquiry. ‘I have some freshly made coffee or a beer if that is what you would prefer.’
‘Coffee will be just fine,’ I replied as I took a seat at the table following Bob’s hand gesture in its direction. He went over to the counter and picked up two mugs and the coffee pot. He poured out two mug-fulls and placed one before me.
‘Sugar and cream?’ he asked.
‘No sugar but some cream, please’ I said.
As we sat and drank our coffee Bob asked me about my measurements, shoe size and the like. It seemed that as he had surmised we were pretty much the same in height and build even down to shoe size. So once we had finished our drinks he took me into his bedroom where he had a large walk-in wardrobe and an impressive array of clothing. I knew he was tidy by nature from his office but the wardrobe was something else. Several suits and shirts of various colours were hung in a neat row on the rail while shelves at each side were stacked with underwear, socks and folded t-shirts. He had almost enough clothing to open a store unlike my own meagre wardrobe back home.
‘This suit should be good for you’ Bob said. ‘I bought it a month or so ago and have only worn it once. I had it made to order and save it for special occasions. Your meeting tomorrow will be such an occasion and so this suit should be most appropriate.’
The suit was obviously made of pure wool and was a dark blue in colour, the sort of thing I could only dream of as I could never afford to buy such a fine garment. Maybe Bob’s grandfather had been a wastrel but there must still be some money in his family for him to be able to afford such luxury, I thought.
He held up the jacket for me to try and as I slipped my arms into the sleeves I knew that the fit would be perfect. He placed his hands on my shoulders and smoothed the jacket into position. ‘Here look in the mirror,’ he said. I turned to admire the jacket in a long cheval mirror that stood in the corner of the room. There was no doubt that it was as though it had been made for me. Bob then took a shirt and selected a neck tie from his collection. After laying these on the bed he took the suit pants from the hanger and held them out for me to see.
‘Try them on,’ he said as he placed them over the back of a chair. I removed the jacked and hesitated as it would mean removing my own pants with him looking on. ‘No need to be shy,’ he said with a knowing smile. For my part I was pleased that I had showered and put on clean undies immediately before leaving home to come to Bob’s place. I slipped off my loafers and pants and was about to put on the suit pants when Bob said, ‘Why not try the shirt first.’ I was wearing a polo shirt and as it was a warm day that was all I had on apart from my white briefs and socks. I felt myself blush as I pulled off my shirt and stood there in just my briefs.
‘You look fit,’ Bob said. ‘Do you work out?’
‘I go to the gym most weeks and of course I like to run,’ I replied conscious of his eyes on me. The rumours that he was gay would seem to be true I thought as he took a step toward me. There was no doubt that I found him very attractive and was wondering whether I should make a move on him. My mind was in a whirl as I did not want to do anything that could cause him to be offended. He gauged my hesitation and closed the gap between us still further so that I could feel his breath on my body. I tentatively stretched out a hand and he took it and put my thumb in his mouth. As he sucked on it I had no doubts in my mind at all as to what he wanted and I trembled in anticipation of where this was leading.
He released my hand and put his arms around me pulling me into his firm body. Suddenly his lips were on mine and his tongue was probing its way into my mouth. We were soon locked in a passionate kiss as his hands ran over my back and grasped my butt. He walked me backwards so that I fell on the bed, my legs dangling over the side. He pushed my knees apart and pressed into the space between my legs, bending forward to continue kissing me on the mouth and throat. His crotch was over mine and I could feel his hard cock straining against the front of his pants as he rubbed it over my own erection in my briefs.
Holding my arms above my head he ran his tongue over my armpits before moving it down over my chest, pausing to stimulate my nipples in turn and then working on down to the top of my briefs. Using his teeth he tugged on the waistband so that the tip of my cock peeked out. It became the next part of my anatomy to feel the touch of his tongue, a touch that sent a tingle to the depths of my being. Freeing my hands he stripped my briefs off and was suddenly taking my entire shaft deep into his throat.
‘Oh God! Oh fuck!’ I cried as he caused me to feel such pleasure and delight as his lips and tongue worked on my cock, first the shaft then the head and back again. His fingers gripped my balls pulling down on them creating a feeling of pain mixed with pleasure. I put my hands on his head and pushed him down as hard as possible on my ridged dick before letting him up again ready for another plunge down. We continued like this for what seemed an age. Fearful that I might cum too soon I tried to think of anything and everything that would delay my ejaculation. It was then that he released my cock and sat back on his heels, still between my legs. I sat up and leaned forward to undo the buttons on his shirt. He stood and allowed me to remove it. Admiring the tan chest and six-pack that was revealed, I turned my attention to his pants. I unbuckled his belt and pulled it free of the loops on his pants. His erection was pressing hard again the front of his pants as I unzipped his fly. Like me he was wearing tight white briefs. He unhitched the top of his pants and let them fall to his ankles. His erection lay to one side in his briefs and there was a large wet patch where his pre-cum had gathered. I bent to lick it before he pulled the cotton briefs down allowing his uncut cock spring out like a bow sprit on a sail boat. It took hold of the shaft and ran my tongue under his foreskin, pressing the tip into his piss slit and then taking the gleaming knob into my hungry lips. He tasted good. His bush had been manscaped and it tickled my nose as I went down on him. Although his cock was thick, it was not so very long, so I could take it down fairly easily.
‘Oh God, yes,’ he moaned as I sucked on his cock and fondled with his low hung balls. ‘Keep that mouth going!’ he added as he thrust his dick fully into my hot saliva filled mouth. Things got so wet that in the end I did start to choke a little.
‘Are you a top or a bottom?’ Bob asked.
‘I’m easy,’ I replied. ‘You can fuck my ass if that’s what you want.’ He turned me over on the bed so that I was on my hands and knees. I felt his tongue on my anus. He slurped and licked my hole so that it became wet. Then he pressed his thumb hard against it and caused me to open up a little. He used a finger and then two fingers to really loosen me. It was necessary if I was going to take that thick man meat that stood so hard and ready between his legs.
‘God! That’s some dick!’ I cried as I felt it ram home. It felt almost as though I would split but after a few more moments, I relaxed and it felt so good. I bucked back as he thrust forward and soon we had a regular in-out motion running like a piston engine. With each thrust I thought I was going to cum but I held on, I didn’t want to lose a single second of the pleasure I was feeling. I could hear the slap of his balls as the collided with my butt, a sound that was accompanied by his continual breathy gasps and groans.
‘Oh fuck! Your ass is so tight!’ he moaned. ‘Aaaaah! Fuuuuuuck! I’m going to cum!’ He exclaimed and I felt the hot wad shoot up inside me, his cock bucking and throbbing with each spurt. As soon as he pulled out I flopped down on my back and he grabbed my cock and jerked on it until I started to shoot a load. He grasped my shaft tightly to stop the flow and lunged down to take the whole length of my cock in his mouth where I burst vast jets of cum down his gulping throat.
‘That was the best protein diet I’ve enjoyed for a long time!’ Bob said as he wiped the sticky goo from his lips. He pulled me toward him and kissed me thrusting his cum tasting tongue into my mouth so that I could share the remnants of my load that he had taken with such vigour.
‘Well,’ he said. ‘You have paid me handsomely for the loan of a suit. I hope your visit to head office in the morning will be equally rewarding!’
My interview with the CEO did go well and he complimented me upon my smart appearance. He shook me by the hand and confirmed my promotion, saying that the Human Resources Department would let me have full details of the new appointment and salary in the post. I was to take up the new post in one week’s time. To say that I was a happy man at that point would be an understatement. On my journey home I could not keep my thoughts from the fact that I would have to return the suit and other items to Bob. I would be sure to make my show of appreciation one that we could both remember for a long while – but that’s a story for another time!
