Perks of the Job

It was the Friday of my second week at my new job and I was losing my fucking mind. I’d done everything on the stupid list Mr. Hill has given me and still, it felt like he was doing his best to just tease me at work and leave me hanging whenever possible. For the past two weeks, I’d worn the clothes he’d asked me to, I’d grown out the little stubble on my face, and I’d stopped wearing my normal deodorant.

I’m not saying I hated all of these new changes. Hell, I actually thought I looked pretty good with the stubble and when I was alone with Mr. Hill in the office, it drove me crazy when he snuck up behind me and sniffed the new musky scent I’d gathered sine working here. I even noticed Lyle hovering around more often, finding some excuse to visit me in my small office and zoning out whenever we spoke.

But no matter what, it didn’t seem to be enough. I knew that Mr. Hill was testing me at this point, but it was getting so bad I’d actually had to bring an extra pair of underwear to work the other day because of how much my cock was leaking when I was around him. I’d stayed late that night as we went over a proposal for the marketing team and he’d made me sit under the desk and give his feet and legs a long massage. Again, I loved every second of it, but I’d been jerking off everyday for years before working for Mr. Hill, and it was a lot of effort to quit out of the blue. I guess I just wanted a bit more sympathy.

I remember him saying that if I had any problems about our arrangement that I was to bring it up with him, and I almost broke that day, but I’m glad I held out. I went about the normal routine of going over Mr. Hill’s scheduled appointments, checking for new messages, and finally bringing him his morning cup of coffee. However, when I walked in to the office, he didn’t have his usual cocky attitude and I found him staring blankly at the computer screen in front of him. I guess he didn’t even notice me walk in, as he gave a slight startle when I placed the mug down on the desk.

“Oh, Jesse, thank you for that,” he said, in a quiet voice. He looked up at me and I could see the exhaustion in his features, dark bags under his eyes and the way he kept touching his face.

“Sir, is everything alright?” I asked, concern slipping into my voice as I was afraid something awful might have happened during the night, but he just glanced up and gave a weak smile.

“Oh yes, it has just been a busy morning. And a late-night last night. I don’t really even remember getting home. But that’s alright, I’m hoping to change that tonight,” he said, giving me a quick glance up and down. “Tell me, boy, do you have plans for the evening?”

I felt a tinge of excitement spread throughout me and I’m sure I was blushing fiercely as I responded, “No sir, unless you had something in mind for me to do?”

He gave a slight chuckle, “Well, how about I treat you to dinner? A little celebration of your first couple of weeks with me,” he said before glancing down at my now slightly bulging crotch. “And who knows, maybe we can take care of that afterwards.”

Far too quickly, I said, “Oh god, yes sir. I’d enjoy that a lot.”

“I’m sure you will, boy.”

***

I rushed about the rest of the day, trying to keep busy in order to avoid thinking about Mr. Hill’s hints that I might finally get some relief. Well, and the fact that I was getting the chance to go out on what seemed like a real date with him, but still, after the past two weeks, I was clearly not thinking with just one head.

It was pushing five o’clock and I knew Mr. Hill was likely wrapping up for the day, so I grabbed my things and headed to his office. I knocked and after a quick reply, I opened the door and gently closed it behind me after I saw he was still on a phone call. I put my bag on the floor by the door and waiting around awkwardly for a second before I heard a snap in my direction. Mr. Hill beckoned me over to his desk and as I got closer, I could see why.

Just out of view from the door, he had his cock out and was slowly stroking it during his phone call. I was in awe, as this was the first time I’d actually seen him in all his glory. From the first night we met, I knew he had to be big based on the bulge in his briefs, but this was ridiculous. He easily stood at over nine inches and he was incredibly thick. Even his thick hands barely wrapped around his girth as he continued to jerk off in front of me.

I could see the coarse hair sticking out from the fly of his briefs around the base of his shaft and I fell to me knees to get a closer look. However, I’d learned my mistake from last time and I glanced up at Mr. Hill for permission, wanting to avoiding whatever punishment he’d think of next, but he gave a simple nod and removed his hand, giving me full access to his crotch.

Not waiting for him to change his mind, I gave the head of his cock a few kisses before parting my lips and taking him in my mouth. I’d messed around with a few men who were well endowed, but Mr. Hill was really testing my frame of reference as my throat struggled to accommodate him. He didn’t seem too perturbed by this as his hand traveled to the back of my head and he dug his fingers into my hair, gently, but firmly guiding me up and down his hard cock.

It took a minute or two, but I kept up the pace and felt him go even deeper, as if he’d pushed past some invisible barrier and sank another four inches of his massive prick inside my fully stretched throat. This whole time I’d been giving small moans of excitement and I think he appreciated my enthusiasm, as he rubbed small circle around my head as he continued to talk away on the phone about who knows what.

At first, I thought he might have done something like this before, considering he had no hesitation in forcing me to my knees, but I noticed small breaks in his demeanor and tone, that I’m sure the person on the other end of the call could have picked up on if they really wanted to.

However, even in my lust induced high, I could hear the conversation winding down and I had my nose buried in Mr. Hill’s hairy crotch, drinking in the heavenly scent there when I felt the hand on my head tug me away. I gave a deep intake of breath after the massive cock was no longer lodged down my throat, but I looked up and made eye contact with the man above me. He must have sensed my disappointment at not getting to finish him off, as he gripped his fat cock in one hand and slapped it across my face.

Most people would have expected a gentle, playful slap, but the amount of force and heft to his cock was enough to actually leave a bit of a sting on my cheek as he pulled back and hit me again on the other side. I just sat there taking it, before I heard him hang up the phone and give a loud groan as he was finally free to make noise.

“Fuck yeah, boy! Ugh, I had no idea you could work a cock like that. Damn!” he said, still gripping his now dripping wet hard on. I thought me might stroke it a bit more and cover my face with his cum, but he held off. “I hope you enjoyed that little sneak peek, boy, but we’ll have to continue this later if we want to make it to dinner on time,” he said, stuffing his cock back into his now very tight pants.

I stood up and wiped away at the excess saliva and precum that had gathered around my mouth and replied, “Sir, there was nothing little about that sneak peek.” I said through a huge grin, barely able to stifle my laugh.

“Damn right, boy!” he said, laughing loudly as he reached over and put his hand back in my hair. I felt him gently comb through and restyle it, “Can’t be giving the other guys in the office any ideas. That mouth is all for me,” he said, before giving me a playful clap on my face.

And with that, we both gathered our things and walked out the door. I expected to go out the main entrance like usual, but Mr. Hill pressed the basement button. I guess it made sense that he’d have his own car for work, especially since he lived at least 15 minutes outside the city. We made our way over to a luxurious, slick, silver sedan and I have to admit I was impressed. I drove a shitty, family hand me down of a truck, so most cars were a step up, but still, climbing into the cushy leather seats was a welcome surprise.

It was odd. As we made our way through the parking garage and out into the city, Mr. Hill wasn’t very talkative and I could see that same wave of exhaustion coming back to the surface. Not really thinking too much of it, I reached over and put a hand on his thigh, giving him a firm, massaging grip as he drove. He glanced at me and although he didn’t speak up, the gentle smile on his face was enough to put me at ease for the rest of the trip.

We arrived just a bit later at our destination, some swanky restaurant that I would never have been able to afford on my own, but with the ridiculous paycheck from my new job, things like this were within reach all of a sudden. There was a valet at the door that took Mr. Hill’s car around and I was about to walk off to the entrance when I saw the man next to me holding his arm out expectantly. I met Mr. Hill’s eyes for a second and blushed deeply, before wrapping my arm around his, as I let him steer me into the restaurant.

It wasn’t long before we’d sat down at an isolated booth in the back of the restaurant, left to our own devices as we waited for them to bring our order out. I was a little thrown off when Mr. Hill started to order for the both of us, but for some reason, I thought him taking charge of the whole dinner was kind of sexy, so I let it happen. I now found myself slowly sipping on the expensive wine he’d bought for us and wondering what to do next.

“You know, Jesse, it’s been a long time since I’ve gone out like this. It feels good to just sit back and relax every once in a while,” he said, the content look on his face readily apparent.

“Oh, I’m sure sir. Sometimes I’m afraid you work too hard, if I’m being honest.” I replied.

He raised an eyebrow. “Oh? You worried about me, boy?”

“Well…yeah. I thought that much was obvious,” I said, not joking around anymore. He seemed to pick up on the change in tone and dropped his cavalier attitude.

“I appreciate the concern, truly, but I will be fine,” he said, trying to assuage my worries before changing the conversation. “So, how has your other work been treating you? I’m sure it’s not exactly what you had in mind, but I hope you are enjoying it so far.”

“Actually, it’s been pretty interesting. I don’t have the same background as most of the others, but I think that’s been helpful for them. They kind of get bogged down by the business side of things and forget that a lot of the issues they’re trying to solve might have simpler scientific solutions.”

He gave a bit of a chuckle, “I’m sure they appreciate the help. That whole team is pretty new to things and I figured you’d help them along.” He took a long sip from his glass before reaching for the bottle to refill it. I was building up the nerve to bring up my growing…frustrations in our current arrangement, when our server brought out several plates of food.

Mr. Hill had really gone all out. There was fresh bread, a plate of crab cakes, two bowls of a creamy soup, immense filets for the both of us, as well as side salads, roasted broccoli, and steaming baked potatoes. I laughed in my head at the purely macho energy emanating from the classic meal before us, thinking about how it perfectly matched the man I found myself across from. After the first bite, I put all other thoughts from my mind as I was lost in the amazing mix of flavors on my tongue.

Throughout dinner, we really didn’t talk much, but I was content enough for the moment to just enjoy his company. I tried a bit of everything on the table and was quickly full, but Mr. Hill seemed to have no such limit to himself. I watched as he devoured everything on his plate and I could tell he still could eat more, so I offered him the rest of my own meal. He gave a slightly sheepish grin, but didn’t refuse my offer, which just made me smile even wider. He’d just sat back against the booth’s cushioned seating after signing the bill, when I realized now might be the best time to spring my request on him.

“Uh, sir, I know you mentioned that if I had any problems about our…deal, that I should bring them up with you.”

He gave a glance over at me with a look of expectation, “Yes, and what seems to be the problem, boy?”

I tried to hold myself back, but to no avail, I couldn’t control myself as I launched into a rapid-fire stream of conversation.

“Sir, I really like working for you and all of this new stuff you’ve shown me, but it is driving me crazy. I haven’t cum in two weeks and I’m having trouble focusing on anything else. And with you on the phone earlier, it seems like you haven’t gotten off either and I hate to think that you’d go even a day without sex, let alone two weeks. I’ve been trying to be good and not think about it, but I just can’t anymore. Sir, please. I need it. I need you to help me. I will literally beg for it if you want me to, just tell me what I need to do.” I said, catching my breath as I waited for his reply.

He sat there for a moment, and I was surprised to see the look of satisfaction on his face. Leaning in closer to me, all he said was, “Follow me.” And with that, he stood up from the table and walked off. Without any hesitation, I walked after him, expecting him to go towards the front door, but he led me deeper into the restaurant. It didn’t take long for me to realize where we were headed as he led me towards the bathrooms at the back of the building. However, after making sure the coast was clear, he pushed me into the large family sized bathroom, quickly closing and locking the door behind us.

I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised that such a fancy restaurant would have a small lounge for a bathroom, but still, the room around me was dimly lit and actually had two small chairs next to a small table in front of the currently opened doorway into a section that had the sink and toilets. I would have been far more impressed with the room around me if not for the sight directly in front of me. Mr. Hill slowly started to tug the shirt from his pants and began the tantalizing process of unbuttoning his straining shirt. Peeling it off of his muscular arms and torso, he was left with a simple white undershirt which quickly joined his other clothes on the chair, leaving his hairy, thick chest on display for me.

“Am I going to have to do all of this myself, boy?”

Not waiting for him to change his mind, I launched myself forward and fell to my knees before the massive bulge that jutted out from his pants. I reached up, fumbling with his belt for a second before I began to shimmy them down his tree trunk like thighs. As my fingers moved over the hair on his legs, I could feel the ache in my own pants as my cock grew impossibly hard, but I knew to wait for Mr. Hill to tell me to strip despite my growing discomfort.

All that remained of his clothing were his socks and underwear, and what he was wearing nearly sent me over the edge. He must have ordered the same type of underwear he’d taken from me on the day of my interview, although these were much larger to accommodate his huge size. Being this close to his crotch, I could tell he must not trim the hair down there very often, as I could make out the dark outline of his bush through the white fabric of his briefs. Remembering my first lesson with Mr. Hill, I put my nose at the base of his bulge, indulging myself in the musky scent there.

I gave several deep breaths, getting high off the heady aroma of Mr. Hill, each sniff sending a wave of pleasure through me and I could feel the warm precum gathering in my own underwear. Leaning away from him, I finally looked up, waiting for my next instructions. Our eyes locked and I could see the fiery passion grow brighter within him. With his sock covered foot, he rubbed my hard on through my pants and I felt every inch of my body seize up, overcome with the feeling of needing to cum, but I held off as he removed his foot.

“Strip down, boy. I want you matching me. Now.”

I quickly pulled off every stitch of clothing but my briefs and socks, Mr. Hill’s eyes roaming hungrily over my exposed body as I went. Kneeling back into position, he gave a low growl before reaching up into my hair and pulling my face towards his crotch again.

“You’ve been such a good boy, you know that? And I like to reward good boys with the chance to enjoy my cock. So, tell me, do you want your reward?” he asked, the cocky grin I’ve grown to love stretched across his face.

“Yes sir, please.” I said, my face hovering just inches from the fly of his underwear.

“That’s a good answer. And I’ll tell you what,” he said, surprising me for a second as he kneeled right in front of me. He reached out with both hands, one gently gripping me by the chin and the other going down, as he began to teasingly stroke me. “I’ll finally let you cum too, but you can’t touch yourself.” I was slightly confused and a little upset, and it clearly must have shown, as he laughed before continuing.

“Feel free to hump that little cock against me or rub it along the floor. Hell, with what you told me earlier, I wouldn’t be surprised if you just shoot right into your briefs when I finally cum down your throat. You’d probably even like that, right boy?”

“Yes sir,” I said, scooting my body closer to him. I reached up and peeled away the skimpy briefs he wore, his rigid cock snapping to attention in front of me. As I slowly kissed his head, I grew even more excited as I licked up the precum gathering there. I moved my arms around his right leg, pulling me as close to him as possible, my hard dick pointed upwards as I wedged it between my stomach and his heavily muscled leg. I’d never done something like this before, but as I opened my mouth wider and began to suck off Mr. Hill, I gently rocked my body forward, increasing the pressure on my cock in a steady rhythm.

I wasn’t allowed to touch myself, but as my nose reached the base of his shaft and inhaled the manly scent of his hair there, I knew I was a goner. Mr. Hill didn’t grab me by the hair or pull me down on him harder. Instead, he was content with watching me from above, as I did my best to match his dominant stare as I took him deep down my throat. He reached a hand down, caressing the side of my face and gently moving his thumb along my cheek as he gave a guttural whisper. “Cum for me boy!”

His gentle touch sent me over the edge, and as my moans reached their crescendo, I felt wave after wave of cum gush from my cock, filling up the front pouch in my briefs. I could feel the warm wetness saturating them before I became distracted by the feeling of Mr. Hill unloading down my throat. His shots were so powerful, I could feel it when they hit the back of my throat, but I slowly eased off him in order to savor some of his cum on my tongue. While not the most amazing taste in the world, I couldn’t help but smile as I finally pulled myself away from his huge appendage, satisfied that I’d clearly brought him some pleasure too.

We both sat still for a few moments, catching our breath as we continued to watch each other in our post sex glow. For the first time all day, I didn’t see any of that tiredness creeping in on his face. Mr. Hill just seemed relaxed and happy; the cocky grin replaced with a small, genuine smile as he continued to stroke the side of my face.

“That’s my good boy,” he said, whispering it so faintly I almost didn’t hear him over the deep thrum of my heart that currently pounded loudly in my chest. I leaned in to his touch for just a second before he pulled his hand away and began to slowly collect our clothes we’d scattered around the room. Looking down at myself, I realized I was drenched in sweat, a gentle sheen from the dim of the bathroom reflecting on my skin. I reached for my pants and thought better of putting them on with my soaking wet briefs, so I pulled them down around my legs, thinking I’d just put them in my pocket or something.

However, Mr. Hill reached out and grabbed them from me. Wordlessly, he took my already wet briefs and dabbed his cock dry, before moving on to his heavily haired pits, sopping up the sweat that had gathered there. After quite a few passes over his body, he handed me back my briefs, which were now so wet with cum and sweat they looked almost see through.

In a quiet voice, he said, “I want you to wear these out of the restaurant, boy. And before you think about washing them clean, I have an offer for you. I’ll amend our little rule about not masturbating when we’re not together. If, and only if you use these to get you off when you’re not around me.” Without hesitation, I vigorously shook my head in agreement. With a chuckle, he continued. “I’ll expect pictures or a video as proof when you do so. And don’t worry,” he said, this time speaking right into my ear, the bristles of his mustache giving it a pleasant tickle, “If you bring them with you to the office, I’ll make sure they’ll never run out my scent.

I quickly pulled on the briefs, feeling slightly awkward as I put my pants back on over the wet fabric. Still, it was one of the hottest things I’d ever experienced and I had to readjust myself a few times before we finally made our way back into the restaurant. As we got in the car and he drove me home, I stayed silent, afraid to break the magic of the night and the feeling that something deeper was growing between us.