Bobby and The Boss

Later…

Door open. He walks from the bathroom. The light from the turned-on television fills the room. He had turned it on when he went into the bathroom. Water is dripping off him like a waterfall over a cliff and onto the carpet beneath his bare feet. Bobby is still in bed. On his side. One leg askew. Facing the window. There is a wide view available of the boy’s fine blonde-haired ringed hole. The kid is no longer lightly snoring. He is quietly sleeping. But his ass is framed in stark paleness against the wild-and-crazy pattern of the comforter on the double-sized bed. Boss’ hand goes to his cock. His fingers begin to glide, ever so gently, along its length. He has not shot his load. But he wants too. Needs too. As it has been building since the early morning.

He walks across the room. To the boy’s bed. The younger man’s bed. His hand constantly stroking his cock with each step he takes; before he stands before the boy. And Bobby’s waiting ass. He did not rim the hole earlier. He finger-fucked it. Long. And hard. But he has every intention of doing so. And he aims to remedy it. Now.

He stoops down. Putting the upper portion of himself onto the bed. Bobby moves under this weighted disruption. His leg falls. Opening an even easier access to him, the Boss; making it even more accessible; allowing entry to the boy’s hole. He squats. He gently blows at the boy’s hole. The fine hairs do a gentle wave back to him, calling him. Beckoning him. He takes a whiff of the boy’s sweet aroma. Musky. And the lingering effects from the previous finger-fucking; less than 20 minutes earlier.

The fine hairs of the boy’s ass tickle his nose as he does a few laps with his tongue at the young man’s sweet nectar. He digs in.

“Don’t pucker, boy!” Boss whispers. “Don’t pucker that hole against me! Let me in. Let me in.”

There is no answer from the boy. He is not even aware of what is transpiring at his welcoming tunnel. Boss hopes. He wants to feast on this hole without any interruptions.

But he dives back in, letting the roughness of his two-day stubble grind into the soft flesh of the boy’s backside. This gets the boy’s sleepy attention. He mumbles. In an inaudible moan.

“Ahhhhhh!” The boy begins to stir, wiggling his ass as Boss’ tongue darts in and about the ever-moistening hole from the older man’s generous saliva. He bites about. Gently. Munching. Like it is a snack. It is. But the boy seems to open himself voluntarily with this constant rimming. And he takes more and more of his tongue. Going deeper and deeper with each plunge as he roughly tongue-fucks the boy’s sweet ass. As the hairs around the boy’s hole makes Boss’ cock grow harder. He delves further into the kid’s dark passage.

But he wants more than just to ram his tongue into the boy’s ass. He wants to inch the entire length of his cock into the boy’s now lubed hole. It is calling to him for some of his masculine attention. It has been a while since he fucked such a delicious hole. Not since the last Tech that held the kid’s position. But he had to go back to college. He said. And he has missed it ever since.

But Boss does not touch his cock as streams of his juice continue to leak profusely onto the comforter. His hands are on either side of the kid’s buttocks separating them, pulling them apart, allowing further entry.

Then. Boss gently places his left hand atop Bobby’s leg. This causes the boy to instinctively roll over onto his back. The kid is between a haze of sleep and an awareness as he moves.

Boss’ calloused hands goes to the boy’s thicket of full bush between his legs. A golden lion’s mane encircles the young man’s cock; his balls, which are dangling like cisterns of masculine juice. He lets his fingers nestle in these delicate hairs around the precious jewels; blessed to be in their virile presence. From there, his fingers inch up the ever-widening treasure trail to the naval; and travelling still northward to the ridges of the boy’s six-pack, his abs, and onward to the dusting of the forest-like growth that covers the boy’s heavily muscled pecs of his chest. The young man stirs under this precise attention. His cock grows hard. Harder under the stimulation from his surveyor-mentor. His Boss.

Boss’ cock is equally aroused from this attention he is paying to the young god laid out before him. But he does not touch himself. But the steady leaking, like a damaged faucet, continues its drip, drip, drip from his cock. Puddling into a visible wet spot. (And mingling with others he knows have been there before. For the same purpose, he reckons.)

Bobby mumbles. Alert to what is transpiring.

“What? What?”

Boss is biting, roughly, on his left nipple. His most sensitive one. He likes the gnawing. Always has. For a long. Long. Time. Bobby’s hand goes to his cock. He is hard. Hard as any 19-year-old would be under a similar circumstance. Stimulated. Aroused.

“You like that?” Boss asks. “Do you like it?”

Bobby barely mumbles a ‘yes.’

Boss continues and goes to the other nipple. Each grows more sensitive as they are milked and tenderized by Boss’ tender and skillful mouth and tongue. Bobby sighs. And grunts the more they are played with.

“I want to fuck you, boy.” Boss says. Abruptly.

There is silence. Except for the gentle whirring of the A/C unit underneath the window.

“NO!” Bobby answers. “NO! NO!”

Boss’ face lights up with alarm. Surprised by Bobby’s words. By the kid’s actions. This is not what he is supposed to say.

“I want your ass! Your ass!” Bobby says as he looks into the eyes of his boss. He wants the Boss’ ass. He does not flinch. Not a slip. And continues with his stern sentence. “And you are going to give it to me!”

A sly smile creeps across the younger man’s face.

“You want my nine inches. It is why you keep going at my cock. You want it. Doncha?” Bobby says with an authority that catches the Boss by surprise.

Bobby backs up to the headboard. His cock slinging its juice as he moves. His pubes bathed in the moisture of his manhood. But Boss stays where he is. Now at the side of the upright younger man. His cock, still throbbing in its hardness and ever glowing in its deep red hue.

“Yes! Yes! I want you to fuck me. I do!” Boss says. “I do! I have since I hired you.”

Bobby is satisfied. He knew it. He knew where this would go eventually. And now they are here. And he is happy. More than happy.

Bobby reaches towards Boss and tosses him onto the bed. Using the strength of his youth. In the roughness, the bed slams against the wall. Each lets out a stifled laugh.

“You think the neighbors heard us?” Boss says snidely.

Bobby does not answer. His right hand is on his cock smearing his leaking liquid over the head of his tool, which is also fueling more from the depths of his balls. When he is excited, he pours out the man-cream. In abundance.

“Be gentle.” Boss pleads. Sounding like a defenseless innocent. “Be gentle, please.”

But Bobby pays no attention to the pleas of the older man. No mind. This is payback for all the needless hazing and mental torture he has inflicted on him for the past few weeks.

Bobby places several fingers into his mouth and lubes them up with saliva. He likes to choke his meat with only the mouthfuls of his spit and equally likes to plug waiting holes with the same. Boss is no different than any of the others he has filled. And there have been many.

“Be gentle. Now.” Boss pleads. Please be gentle.”

But Bobby willfully ignores the plea. Again.

At the entrance to his Boss’ hole, he swaps it down with his cock, already painted down with his ever-leaking seed. As he paints the hole, he begins to gush with mounting anticipation. The man’s ass is bathed in Bobby’s clear juice. After a swipe of two or more, he japs his tool roughly into the man’s tempered hole.

“FUCKKKKKKKK! FUCKKKKKKKKKKK!” Boss yelps.

“Loosen up!” Bobby demands as he reaches for the man’s neck, contorting him, at an odd angle but stretching his hole as he welcomes in his stiff – steel-like cock. “Loosen yourself. You fuck! Do the fuck what I say. Do it!” Bobby demands while he tightens the grip around the man’s upturned neck.

Boss does. And Bobby sinks in. Further. All of him. Inch-by-inch as the pubes of Bobby’s golden mane of bush mingles with the fine white hairs wrapped around the hole of the 41-year-old man’s ass.

Both sigh as Bobby pounds the older man’s ass. Each are swamped in an aroma of outpouring sweat. And that adds to the lubrication.

“FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!” Boss screams as Bobby intensifies each thrust. The sounds of flesh-against-flesh fights against the roar of the A/C. But the slaps of wet flesh against another are winning.

Bobby continues to pound Boss’ ass. Ramming the bend over man, still in a contorted doggy-style.

“Now you now how the cock feels that you have been eyeing. Doncha ya? Doncha ya?” Bobby yells into the ear of the submissive man. “I saw you. Always leering at my crotch. Wandering what you could not see. How does it feel? How does it feel?’

“Give it to me! Give it to me!” Boss screams, as Bobby rams, and rams. His cock going deeper into this now loosening ass. Bobby does not cease but the energy between them fuels his momentum. And suddenly he stops. If he keeps this up, he will cum. And he does not want too. Not yet.

Boss is surprised. “Why did you stop? Why?”

“Shut the fuck up, you bastard.” Bobby says intensely. “We are going to move into a different position.”

Boss proceeds to slide off the boy’s cock.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

“Moving?” Boss questions.

“Don’t you get the fuck off my cock. You are going to stay locked on me or I am going to pound you rougher than I already have.” Bobby says with a furiousness that even surprises him, but the adrenaline of the moment has taken over.

Boss begins to disengages the two.

“Not now, you ass, but when we are repositioned.”

A mock laughter echo between them.

They maneuver about. But manage to stay where they were. Bobby deeply impaled in his Boss’ well-lubed and tightly-filled ass. Bobby on his back. And Boss. He is facing towards the television. The TV whirring but the sound muted.

“Ride me!” Bobby yells. “Ride me like you would any wild horse!”

Boss begins to pump the boy’s cock, while his ass is still wrapped around the boy’s cock like a vice.

Boss starts out slow. But the more he slides up and down, the sensation overwhelms him. He wants more. And more.

“Slow the fuck down!” Bobby demands, “What’s ya damn hurry? Slow down!”

Boss continues to ride the young pale stallion like a character in the farce movie,Blazing Saddles. Reverse cowboy.

Bobby grips the side of the man as he bucks like a bull rider, attempting to temper the gyrations. But he does not. Each time the older man rises off his cock, Bobby can see the man’s ass squeezing on his hard tool like a vice. And that makes him, harder. The blood flowing through the many veins of his fleshy member.

But Bobby can no longer sustain this man in this position. Although he wants too.

“Face me!” Bobby demands between bouts of extreme pleasure.

“What?’

“Face me! Helicopter around and face me!” Bobby says as the man stops the oil-rigging on Bobby’s cock.

“Helicopter?” His boss asks.

“Yes. Turn your damned ass around. But doncha dare lift yourself off me. Turn the fuck around, you bastard.” Bobby says, again, with such force and power in his lowering baritone voice. He does not recognize his own voice. But it is him.

Boss turns. From looking towards the television, he spins. His ass grinding into Bobby’s pubes. The move is slow, but the crown of Bobby’s cock finds places in Boss’ well-lubed and loosened hole that Boss never realized, he had. He can barely take the sensations as the change in the maneuver happens. He has never experienced those sensations before.

Boss finds himself looking into the face of his younger employee. Boss’ cock flips and flops as he moves in this stance. He is still hard and leaking pre-cum endlessly.

“FUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKK!” Boss moans as he adjusts to his new position. “I have never done that before. DAMN! That felt good.”

Bobby smiles. He has more than once. And each time he gets a similar reaction after it happens. But he learned it from a high school friend. A fellow ball player. A fellow athlete. A friend. On how to do it.

Boss can feel the boys’ cock as it snakes up his hole, like a cobra hypnotized ready to strike. He jiggles his ass, rocking back-and-forth, in the hairy mane wrapped around the kids plunging cock. He squeezes the boys’ cock with his ass which causes an immediate reaction out of the boy.

“FFFFFUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKK!” Bobby squeals, barely able to articulate the one syllable.

Boss continues with his gyrations.

“Keep it up, you bastard!” Bobby yells as Boss once again uses his inner ass muscles buried up in the older man’s hole.

“My name is Breckin!” Boss says. “My name is fuckin’ Breckin.! Bobby!”

He had gone to far. But he knew the man’s name. He has known for quite a while. But he got the reaction, he expected.

Breckin continues. Squeezing and milking the fierce snake rammed far up his ass. Stirring the venomous fluid within him, as he chokes the boy’s cock with the very muscles he has used often in this circumstance. This is not the first time he has ridden such a man. But it is one of the youngest. But Bobby does not need to know that bit of information.

Breckin looks to his watch. This glorious moment has been going on for near on forty minutes, one of his longest ever. Even more than his wife who waits for him at home. That sex does not last this long with her. But that has decreased in the last few years. But it is not often that he has been fortunate to bed such a young buck like Bobby. The kid has more prowess than he expected. It causes him to wonder, to ponder, is his son as proficient as the man who has his cock buried up to the hilt within him. But he and his son, do not talk, they barely even see each other. And he will not discuss sex with him. Who he fucks. What he does. That was a decision he made long ago. A no man’s land in conversation.

Bobby rams harder. Shaking Breckin out of his momentary daze. Of things at home.

“Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!” Breckin orders. Wanting the cock to go deeper. Pierce him to the far corner of his hole. He feels the steel-like cock hit his prostate. Each jackhammer like drilling stirs him nearer to release. But he has been holding back. Sustaining it for another minute. And another minute. And several more. He breathes. Trying to keep himself off that ledge.

But it is getting increasingly difficult to do so. Until. Now.

Breckin lets out a rolling, “aaaaaawwwwwwwwwwww,” almost humming like a chainsaw in his squeal as he unloads his thick spunk. The man’s cream flows like white streaming lava from his ricocheting hard tool. Slinging this juice from his thick loins in every direction, hitting Bobby on his manicured furry patches directly in front of him.

Bobby continues to ram like a jackhammer into Breckin’s ass, who is still atop him in the cowboy on a horse position. Forward position. His cock slams into the older man and the noise fills the small room. The sight of his cock plunging in and out of Breckin’s hairy hole amps up his own adrenaline, but he slows down. Eases off on his forceful machinations. He does not want to burst his seed just yet. Bobby halts for a moment.

“Clean me off!” Bobby demands of the older. “Lick your juice off me!”

This catches Breckin unaware and begins to disengage himself from the cock plugged into him.

“I did not tell you to get off my cock. Do it with me in you!” Bobby demands in his coarse baritone voice. “Do it with my cock in you!”

Breckin complies and finds himself subjected to an odd angle. But he manages. Barely. A time or two nearly disengaging himself from the cork that is Bobby’s still hard cock in his ass.

Breckin’s tongue is like rough wet sandpaper as he laps up his milky cream like a kitten at its morning bowl. And this hardens Bobby’s cock inside the man’s ass, more. But Breckin manages to clean every crevice of the hairy landscape that is the younger man’s chest. At one point the older man gets surprisingly close to Bobby’s face as if to kiss him. But that does not transpire. The minute drop of cum that is close to Bobby’s chin drips down and mixes with the other puddles atop the younger man’s forest of fur. And Breckin slurps it up.

Once Breckin is finished with his licking. Bobby slowly renews the pounding into the man’s ass. Getting more and more intense with each thrust.

“FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!” Breckin the Surveyor screams as he rocks back and forth on the stiff fleshy-pole filling his loosening ass. “FUCK ME!”

“Squeeze! Squeeze!” Bobby demands. As Breckin’s machinations works the interior of his ass, the muscles inside his darkened hole grips the ever-thickening cock that fills him. Breckin wants all the younger man. All of him.

The wet sounds of his tool inside the older man’s ass excites Bobby more. He is near bursting. The closer he gets. The thicker his cock becomes. And the tightening of his cock in the man’s ass does its job. It is near.

“FUUUUUCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK! FUUUUUUCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKK!” Bobby bellows as he explodes into Breckin’s ass. Bobby quivers in the pent-up release. His body shaking uncontrollably. He can feel his cream coat the interior of Breckin’s ass. Each pump of his heart releases a pulse through him that ends at his cock.

“Don’t move, Fucker!” Bobby screams at Breckin. “Don’t you dare the FUCK move!”

And Breckin does not. Not even an inch. Or a millimeter. For fear of some expected reprisal from Bobby.

Minutes pass as Bobby comes off his ecstasy-fueled high from the eruption of his jeweled juices. And calms down.

“That was good,” Breckin coos.

“Did I tell you to talk?” Bobby says gruffly. “Did I?”

Breckin nods his head, ‘no.’

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” Bobby says in quick succession as he slowly extracts himself from Breckin’s now tempered dark hole. He is still swollen. His red bulbous cock-crown almost lets out a wail when it emerges from the confinement. Not necessarily happy to be freed from such a less-than-used space. Bobby reckons.

Breckin’s 41-year-old ass was more than accommodating to Bobby’s 19-year-old prick.

Both men are bathed in red. The excitement of the event washes over them.

Bobby swings around and places both his feet on the floor. Breckin begins to move too.

“Did I tell you; you could move?” Bobby says. “I didn’t. Did I?”

Bobby stands. Sweat drips off him like a river while his skin glistens in the light of the television in the room. He feels more powerful than he has ever been before after his past fucks.

“I will call you. And do not let go of the cum in your ass. If you do, you will lick it all up. All of it.” Bobby says. “You hear me?”

Bobby trudges to the bathroom. Spent. And steps into the tub.

“Breckin!” Bobby yells. “Come here!”

Breckin cowers as he stands at the entrance to the bathroom. His shoulder leaning on the frame.

“Yes, Sir.” He cowers with his head bent.

“Get in here.” Bobby says. “Now!”

Breckin comes and gets so close to Bobby, as if he expects the romp to continue. Both men standing cock-to-cock on the porcelain of the bathtub. The tub barely able to contain each man’s bodily girth.

“Don’t kiss me! Don’t you dare touch me!” Bobby says as Breckin’s fingers gently mingled against the semi-erect cock that Bobby is still sporting.

“Get on your knees!” Bobby orders. Puzzlement sweeps over Breckin’s face. But he does it. Without hesitation.

Like a weepy puppy, Breckin looks up to the towering man. Bobby is looking down.

Bobby grabs his cock and begins to douse the man with a rain of piss. He directs his golden tea like he had seen in many of Joe Gage’s porno flicks. And revels in the shock on Breckin’s face at this action. Bobby was not sure if he could do it, as he is often pee-shy, but he does. He does. The stream is steady as he empties his bladder onto the older man. Breckin says nothing. Nothing.

“You still have my cum in your ass?” Bobby asks.

Breckin nods.

“Good.” Bobby says. “You stay where you are until I finish.” And he turns on the shower and straddles the now urine-soaked surveyor between his legs. Bobby lathers himself. Washing his hair. And all the hairs that cover him. Scrubbing the deep crevice between his legs. Removing the remnants of his boss’ slobber.

He is clean. And the hot water is all but gone.

He steps from the shower. His employer still tucked into a ball in the base of the tub.

As he steps out of the bathtub, he says to the obedient man, “you can shower now.” As he walks out of the bathroom.

The door is rapidly closed behind him and soon he can hear the flush of the toilet. And the rush of the shower. Breckin is lathering away the piss and cum that he was soaked in. Only minutes ago. Bobby laughs to himself as he dries himself with the plush towel as he lays atop the bed nearest the bathroom. The one once occupied by his boss. But he has now taken possession of it. Let the man he fucked, sleep in the remains of their sex on the bed nearest the window.

Bobby’s cock flops to the right side of his thigh. This new sense of power feels good. But he knows he must not step to far. Get to cocksure. Arrogant. But he is going to enjoy this while he can. But that is not where he is now. He has more instore for Breckin. He has another surprise in the works. A surprise worth saving for a more opportune time. Maybe tomorrow. On the job.