The Interview

[hardreader]

I just wanted to knock out this quick little story as a break from editing my notes for I Thought I Knew. Don't worry, next Wednesday I'll be ready with another chapter of ITIK.

But for now, sit back and relax to a quickie. It's in three parts, but there won't be a long wait between them. I hope you like it. Let me know.

The Interview
Part I​

I’d been stranded in this airport for almost 24 hours. Flight after flight had been cancelled. Looking back on it now, I realize that I should have just gone home and tried to rebook my trip later. But I was 22, I really needed this job and I had never even been on an airplane before. I was afraid to leave the airport for fear I’d miss my big chance.

So, I kept calling my contact in the HR department at the company where I was supposed to interview for a great marketing job. I kept him up to date on my travel woes throughout the day. When it became clear I wasn’t going to make it to Chicago that day in time for the interview, he told me that if I could get there by the next day they’d squeeze me in somehow.

At last at 7:30 in the morning, almost 24 hours after leaving my tiny student apartment, I was getting on a flight. And I was flying first class. I’d called the guy in HR at home and he’d said the company would spring for first class one way if it had to, but that I better be as good as my resume and references.

I was exhausted and looked pretty disheveled after a day and night in the airport. As I sank into my first-class seat, I started to think that I better try to spruce up a bit. I’m a good enough looking guy. My face is OK. But, even if I sound like I’m bragging and I am a bit, I must say I do have a great body. Since my boyfriend and I broke up, I’ve got nothing to do but study and workout.

As I sat in my first-class leather seat waiting to take off, a flight attendant came up, rested one hand on the arm of my seat and leaned over me, his face very close to my face. “If there’s anything I can do for you,” he said, “just let me know, sir.”

I don’t think I’d ever been called sir before and I never expected that the first person to call me sir would be such a gorgeous hunk of a guy as this. He couldn’t be much older than me and those eyes and perfect skin. I was lost in my admiration for his flawless tanned face, when he gave me a big smile. Perfect teeth. Lips I just wanted to suck on.

I suddenly realized he was waiting for me to say something. As beautiful as he was, it reminded me of my shoddy appearance. My breath was probably rank and my clothes . . . I hadn’t shaved. I put my hand up in front of my mouth to deflect my breath and said, “I’ve been stranded at this airport for 24 hours and really need to clean up before I get to Chicago.”

“No problem, sir. I’d love to help. I’ll be back as soon as we’ve taken off. Can I get you a drink?”

He stood up and now his crotch was directly in front of my face. His clean pressed uniform slacks fit him like I could only wish my pants fit me. But more interesting than the pants was what they so obviously contained. I could, at this very close range, clearly see the outline of his cock as it nestled in what I guessed were tighty whities. I could see the generous length of his dick, which appeared to be a little aroused, and the unbelievably detailed outline of his cockhead. Its flared flange so inviting. So incredibly sexy.

I had been stranded in this airport for 24 hours and so hadn’t had a chance to relieve all my needs, if you know what I mean. And being 22 and horny and gay, my exhaustion quickly faded and my cock quickly started to grow in my pants.

My poor cramped cock was getting really uncomfortable as this beautiful man went from asking me if I wanted a drink, to offering me a pillow and was now determining what toiletries I would need to freshen up. All the while, his beautiful cock was just a foot and a little bit of fabric away from my salivating mouth. It had captured my interest completely. I couldn’t take this any longer and reached down to “readjust” myself.

“Sir, please let me help you with that seatbelt,” he said, stressing the word seatbelt. He reached down and expertly sorted me out so my hardening cock was now able to stretch out a bit more comfortably. He gave my tenting crotch a gentle pat. Gave a little tug to the seat belt strap and said he’d be back soon.

I certainly wasn’t going anywhere.

To Be Continued . . .

 

[hardreader]

I told you guys I'd be quick with this.

Part II​

By the time I arrived in Chicago, I had combed my hair, shaved, brushed my teeth and been loaned a fresh shirt and slacks from flight attendant Jeff's own carry-on bag. Thank god he and I were almost the same size, because I really needed the pants.

The flight was only a few of hours, but had been plenty of time to be pampered by Jeff, my new heartthrob. Why couldn’t he have been my boyfriend? What a sweetheart. He had come by repeatedly to help me out, chat, “adjust” my blanket and my seatbelt. It was a good thing I had the blanket because my seatbelt seemed to need a lot of adjusting, which seemed to require my fly to be left wide open most of the flight. Jeff helped me so much that there was quite a noticeable wet spot on the front of my pants from all his attention. And those were the only pair of good pants I had with me.

I’d hoped Jeff would come in the tiny toilet with me to help me change from my slacks into his, but it would have been impossible for him to get away from his duties. I had images of him finally squeezing in that tiny space with me. Dropping our pants. Sliding our hands in each other’s snug underwear. Feeling the damp hardness, long and thick and waiting. I imagined us both cumming together, our hot manjuice soaking our thin white briefs, covering each other’s warm hands as we continued to stroke the full lengths of our cocks.

But it didn’t happen. Instead I left the plane getting one last grope and returning one as well as Jeff expertly gave me my carry-on luggage that had been stored in the rack above me. Well, at least I had his name, address and phone number. I had to return his pants and shirt, didn’t I.

As I headed for my interview in the cab, I tried to put Jeff out of my mind and get focused on the interview ahead. A friend had told me that the marketing manager who was doing the hiring was supposed to be gay, very good looking and to have a habit of “enjoying” select employees. As that image took hold, Jeff quickly faded from my thoughts.

Before I knew it, I was sitting in the marketing manager’s office. He told me to call him Matt and he was really good looking. A little older than I usually go for. Maybe 30. But he had a great body. Swimmer’s build. His sort of rugged good looks were set off by jet-black curly hair, worn just a little long around the ears. And eyes so blue they were like looking into a deep, deep spring. He exuded manliness, but his manor was warm and just sucked me right in.

I was going through the process of answering all the stock questions we’d been prepared in school to answer in interviews. I had explained to Matt that I hadn’t really slept in more than a day and hoped he would excuse me if I yawned, which I promptly did. As the interview progressed, I kept thinking how hot he looked. Maybe it was because I had gotten so worked up on the plane without relief. Maybe it was that I was young and horny. Maybe it was the thought that if I got this job there was a chance that this really hot looking guy might want to go for an occasional romp. I really needed the job and, to be honest, I really needed to get my rocks off before I went crazy.

I couldn’t believe I was sitting here in the most important interview of my life sporting major wood. And I wasn’t even wearing my own pants, because . . . I told myself not to go there. Stay focused.

As the interview started to come to a close, I started to wonder if maybe, just maybe, my chances for this job would be any better if I made it clear just what I would do to get it. That was all it took. After all my hard work getting rid of my boner, I was now rock hard again. And in Jeff’s slightly too big for me slacks, it was very obvious.

So as it came time to go, I just stood up, my boner was exposed to Matt and the world. I might as well have unzipped my pants and waved my big old cock in his face . . . which I wouldn’t have minded doing.

Matt just shook my hand. Said how nice it had been to finally be able to interview me. And sent me on my way for a tour of the place. His secretary handled the rest of the interview process, showing me around, filling out paperwork and finally sending me to the hotel, where finally I was going to be bale to get some sleep before flying back home the next day.

To Be Continued . . .

 

[harry113]

Thanks HR. wonderfully written story!!
Will it be Matt or Jeff ???
Look forward to the next
Harry

 

[hardreader]

Part III​

When I checked into the hotel, I went straight to my room, dropped my bag on the floor and fell on my bed, still fully dressed, expecting to fall fast asleep. Of course, I couldn’t sleep. Images of Jeff and our mutual masturbation in the toilet that never happened kept flashing through my mind. How good it would be to get off with that cutie.

And then I started thinking about the interview and Matt, my hunky boss-to-be. In my mind he had me sprawled across his desk top and was fucking me hard, his huge cock plunging in and out of my tight ass. I was ready to spew my huge load of pent up cum all over his desk when . . . I decided what a waste. I hated to beat off like this alone in my room with only my fantasies. My cock was hard and ready, but I really needed a man . . . a real man to really get it on with.

I quickly changed into something that was more me . . . tight jeans that showed off my ass and package and a snug fitting T-shirt that showed off my chest and abs. I looked pretty hot, even for a guy who should be too exhausted to even think about sex.

I sat myself down at the hotel bar. There was only one other guy at the bar and he was sitting alone at the far end, kind of in the shadows. I ordered a beer and told the bartender to charge it to my room. The guy sitting at the end of the bar got up and came and stood beside my stool.

“Mind if I sit here with you,” he asked.

I looked at him and liked what I saw. He was young, almost looked too young to be in a bar. But he had great hair, thick and blond and shaggy like a surfer's. And from what I could tell, he had a decent body. But there wasn’t much anyway to know for sure. He gave me a really great smile, so I said, “Sure. Knock yourself out.”

“I saw you today,” he said.

I felt startled, even threatened. The first thing I thought was that he meant he’d seen me on the plane. With Jeff? Having my seatbelt “adjusted?”

“Really?” I said, as though I were questioning how that could be possible.

“Yeah, at the office. You were there for an interview, right?”

“That was me. I didn’t see you.”

“Oh, that’s because I was interviewing, too, and they were trying to keep us separated. My name’s Todd. I know you’re John.” He explained that he was an intern in the marketing department and was actually applying for the same opening I was. Awkward.

The marketing manager had decided that Todd should be treated just the same as any other candidate, so they had set him up for an interview, paperwork, tour, the works. They’d even put him up at the hotel for a night, just like any other candidate. The process had gotten a little more complicated when my flight was delayed and we both ended up going through the process the same day, being kept apart by our handlers until now.

“It works out great for me. I just broke up with my boyfriend,” he said, whispering the words “my boyfriend.” “I was staying here this week anyway until my new apartment is ready. This saves me a whole day on my bill here.”

The mention of boyfriend got my attention. This guy was looking better and better . . . and he hadn’t looked bad to start with. Pretty soon we were chatting away as I asked about the company, the town, what it was like being gay here.

When I mentioned the word “gay,” I felt a chill fall over the conversation.

“Maybe we should continue this conversation somewhere else. I’d ask you to my room, but it’s a mess,” he said.

“How about mine,” I said.

And a few minutes later we were in my room, the conversation resumed.

“You seem to be afraid to talk about being gay. You don’t have to be closeted at work, do you? I thought the marketing manager was gay.”

“Eddie, the old marketing manager, was,” Todd said.

“Was? He’s gone straight?”

Todd explained that Eddie had been gay, but that when the owners started to suspect, they wanted to fire him. This was all news to me.

According to Todd, the owners hired a guy in the department to flirt with Eddie to see if he would hit on him. Of course, Eddie did. It was supposed to end there. The guy . . . the guy the owners hired . . . was just supposed to go back and tell the owners that Eddie had come on to him. But instead he let it go a little further. He reportedly let Eddie fuck him in the office. From the way Todd told the story, it had been pretty much the way I had imagined Matt fucking me. Right there on his desk.

“So what happened then?” I asked.

“The employee they had hired went back to the owners and told them Eddie had hit on him,” Todd said.

“He didn’t say anything about the . . . about being fucked up the ass. No, I guess he wouldn’t,” I said.

It was then that I noticed Todd was sporting a pretty handsome woody. Of course, I was hard, too.

“That's too bad for Eddie, but it doesn’t need to be too bad for us,” I said as I reached over and took hold of Todd’s cock.

“I guess not,” he said as he started rubbing my cock through my tight jeans.

I slowly undressed Todd, licking his perky nipples, nuzzling his warm, soft neck. I let my hand roam over his strong chest. Not big muscles, just tight and firm and strong. And then my hands wandered south, unfastening his belt, loosening his pants. They fell to his ankles. No underwear. Just eight inches of beautiful, hot cock, already dripping clear drops of pre-cum. I bent over and licked the tip with my tongue. Todd held my head and groaned. “Fucking yes,” he said in a guttural voice I loved.

Soon he had undressed me and we were both standing naked face to face, our hands stroking each other’s long, hard cocks. We just looked at each other for awhile as we adjusted our strokes. When we both had hit a good stride . . . you could tell by our moans . . . our lips locked and our tongues probed deep into each other’s mouths. His tongue, so warm, and wet and active as it searched my mouth.

I hadn’t cum in forever. I pulled my mouth away from his and told him I was gonna cum.

“Then go ahead and cum. Nobody’s stopping you,” Todd purred, as he took my cock in both hands and started pumping my eight inches of blood-bloated cock with a tenderness that made my knees weak. I smiled at him and then blew my wad. Cum shot from my dick, covering his abs, his cock, his pubes. He kept on stroking me as my flow subsided. He raised one cum-covered hand and held it to my mouth.

I licked my cum from each and every finger. As I did, he took his other hand, equally well covered in my cum, and started licking it clean, too.

I was still rock hard and he was still pumping my cock.

“Great cock you’ve got there. I love the way you cum. With real force. And a lot of white stuff. It tastes good, too,” Todd said. “I really don’t need to eat any more of your man juice, but if you're up for it still, I’d rather have you fuck me.”

I didn’t need to be asked twice. Of course, I had lube handy. What gay man doesn’t?

He got on all four on my bed and I lubed him up, ready to go at it doggy style.

He reached back and took hold of my cock as I finished loosening up his asshole with three fingers. I’m pretty big and I didn’t want to hurt the poor intern. Then he guided my cock into his ass. He was so tight, I started off slow. But he showed no signs of pain.

“How does that feel?” I asked.

“Great,” he said as he thrust his ass back toward me, completely impaling himself on my cock. Then he wiggled his tight little ass, looked back over his should at me and asked, “Are you ready to ride me?”

I didn’t say anything. I just started thrusting in and out as hard as I could. I was trying to fuck his brains out and he was fully cooperating. We were moaning and groaning and thrusting away, when he said, “Flip me over.”

He was agile and we got him flipped on his back, ass in the air, legs over my shoulders without my cock ever popping out of his tight butt.

And now I could look at just how good looking this young guy really was. I sure as fuck hoped he was 18. But he had to be. He said he was applying for the same job as me, so he must be out of college.

I’m thinking all this and fucking his ass at the same time. Strange.

“Don’t you think it’s kind of strange,” I said, slowing my thrusts but not stopping. “I mean, here we are applying for the same job and hours later I’ve got my cock up your ass and we’re fucking like bunnies.”

“Strange, yes. But so fucking hot,” Todd said, as he took his cock, straining with excitement, in his hand and started to jack it.

“Let me do that,” I said. And I took hold of his cock. It was amazing. So smooth and hard. Like warm marble . . . no, like hot marble. So hard it didn’t bend. I could move it around, but the full length stayed completely rigid. Completely excited. Completely the way I like cock.

And then he started to cum. The first shot hit his right nipple like a bullseye. And then one long string of cum right down the center of his chest. One more shot all over my arm. Then just a dribble of cum over my knuckles and trickling down to his balls.

He had a big smile on his face as I continued to fuck his ass. But that didn’t last long. His ass had been squeezing and jerking my meat like crazy as he came and now it was my turn. I pulled out of his ass and came all over it, shooting some of my sticky goo up on his chest, on his legs, just about everywhere. Completely spent and exhausted, I fell on top of him, our cum-slick bodies entwined. And instantly I fell asleep.

I awoke almost eight hours later, disoriented and confused. I didn’t know where I was, but I did know there was a hard dick probing at my ass.

I looked back over my shoulder and saw Todd. How could he look so young and radiant at this hour of the morning. And so hard!

“Can I,” was all he said.

I nodded and lay my head back down. He had apparently already lubed my ass up and before I knew it, he was sliding that beautiful marble hard cock between my ass cheeks. He sent it straight to my happy place, hitting it perfectly on the first thrust. That got me good and hard.

I loved his cock. It was long and hard and not too thick. And I loved the way he moved his hips. In the daylight, I could see his every thrust in the full length mirror on the wall opposite the bed. It was beautiful to behold this guy thrusting his cock in and out of my ass.

“I love fucking ass almost as much as I love getting fucked,” Todd whispered in my ear. “Do you like getting fucked?” He hit my happy spot for the zillionth time and I was so ready to pop another load.

“Oh, yeah,” I moaned. And flooded the sheets with a huge load of my cum.

I squeezed my butthole tight around Todd’s cock. In the mirror I could see him arch his back as he thrust harder and harder. I could feel his hot sperm flooding my ass, oozing out and down my thigh. My god this guy was cumming gallons and still pumping. Kids. God they could fuck.

At last we collapsed, his cock still buried deep inside me. Every once in awhile, I’d give his dick a little squeeze with my ass muscles. Todd was staying hard, not ready to pull out yet.

As my mind relaxed from all the sex, a thought popped into my mind. “So who was the guy the owner hired to trap Eddie? And whatever became of him?” I asked.

“Oh, that guy. He was just an intern in the department trying to get ahead any way he could. He got a great fuck out of an amazing stud boss and he made a nice little bundle of extra cash as well,” Todd said without emotion.

“So whatever happened to him?” I asked.

“Oh, he still works at the company. He’s up for a promotion now.”

My mind started to race, trying to reassemble the bits of conversation I could remember from last night. Trying to figure out how Todd knew so many details. My thoughts were interupted by a firm poke in my ass from Todd.

“I’m still on top here. Would you like me to fuck you again?”

What could I say at that point, but, “Sure, fuck me all you want. What have I got to lose now?”

The End . . . Or Not?

So, guys, tell me what you think.

 

[harry113]

Thanks HR!! So Todd helped to push out the old boss .... has John blown it, no job??
Or is Todd genuinely interested in John???
Please, you must continue this !!! Lol.
Harry

 

[ineffablejk]

Great story keep going.

 

[kcm17480]

Oh this is good and you can't stop it now. You have let the cat out of the bag. I want to see if John lost his chance at the job or maybe help in accelerating it. Yes do continue. I really like the way this started. I think it has loads of potential.

 

[SexyGuy]

Ah, fuck! Great story... I just hope that Todd isn't going to rat out John...

 

[caddymac]

Great start of a story. Yeah, you have to tell us what happened next. Okay, you don't have to but your readers would like to know. I would!!!

 

[muzakified]

Dearest HR... er, is there still vacancy for that job? This is one interview that I so wanna go to

 

[DonQuixote]

HR,
So, I've been surfing the archives and spotted your name on a thread I didn't remember reading - bu have now!

Very nice!

And how was the Steward when you returned his clothes?
Is that posted out here somewhere, too?

 

[BiMike]

^ Just realised its from the archives! Fucking great story ! So we do not have a sequeal pity However thanks for a chance to read another one of your great tales!

 

[wirelesswhisper]

Well once again here I sit reading another one of your HOT stories HR with my cock jutting straight up and dribbles of Precum oozing from the tip!
Love this tale and hope to find it continues somewhere down the road. I would definitely love to have a job interview take a turn like this!
Now, what am I going to do with this hard wet cock you've left me with......hmmm decisions decisions! Thank god I can type with one hand.
Cheers!

 

[uncut702]

Awesome story, looking forward to more!