Yes Sir

Meeting the New Boss

I heard my own groaning before I even opened my eyes. The pleasure washing over me before I was even awake. I could feel the wetness between my legs, hear the sounds of kissing and licking in the middle of my thighs and the firm grasp of two large hands on my butt as I squirmed awake and stretched out on my stomach, my cock already thick under me against the sheets.

It was still dark, my head feeling light as I lifted it off the goose-filled pillow. I realized I was naked, sprawled out on his bed. My head turned over my right shoulder to see his handsome bearded face between my cheeks, lapping at my hole, his nose resting on top of my ass as his tongue licked feverishly.

“You taste so fuckin’ good.” That deep voice moaned as he came up briefly, squeezing my jock ass with his hands with a grunt before diving back in again. My eyes half shut again as I moaned and pushed back towards him, giving him better access to my opening. He was insatiable it seemed.

“What time is it?” I moaned out, arching my ass up, feeling his face following for a moment, before there was just cool air on my quivering lips. The bed shifted and I felt his legs moving up over me.

“Time for more babe.” He whispered, his bearded lips kissing my lower back, then between my shoulder blades until he made me shiver as he ravaged my neck. His cock found its way back to that opening on its own, and he simply slid into me with one gentle thrust, bringing us both to that rush of passion in a loud gasp. I clutched the sheets in both hands as I felt his body pin me down, his cock felt even thicker this time as pain seared through me. I gritted my teeth and froze in place, my tunnel burning as we connected again so soon after last night’s pounding. He held his giant body over me completely still, waiting. Like he knew it would only take a moment.

I relaxed with a deep breath out, the stars in my head dissipating as my ass adjusted to his insertion yet again. He fucked me twice last night before I fell asleep in his arms. I was impressed he was ready for a third blasting.

“My God you feel so good.” He muttered half to himself above me. “Tell me when to move.” A hand moved gently down the middle of my back as he held himself up with one arm. Those thick manly fingers moved like butterflies over me, making me tremble in delight and soothing my entire body. I smiled, feeling his cock flex inside me like a patient torpedo knocking on my door to begin. I reached up to find his wrist just beyond my head and wrapped my hand around it, noting how thick it felt in my hand, how solid he felt in my palm. I moved slightly to test, wiggling under him, letting the cum inside me lube that thick rod already embedded in me. He moved with me, slowly and carefully, making sure I was truly okay as he lowered that massive body on my back, covering me with his naked flesh, the warmth enveloping me from the outside as the heat from his dick blazed inside me.

I breathed out slowly, letting his weight consume me and I moved under him, pressing my body upwards against his to feel him even more. My head turned sideways and his lips found mine for a slippery kiss. My eyes opened wide to see his piercing blue ones penetrate straight into me.

“Fuck me Sir.” I begged and he began.

One month earlier.

I knew I was in trouble the minute I met him. He was dressed expensively in a tailored suit. His light blue oxford shirt was pressed perfectly underneath the form fitting jacket. The dark tie around his thick neck showed the veins trapped underneath. The suit jacket made him appear even wider, almost hiding that v-shaped very fit upper body if it weren’t for his hands on his hips looking at me. Light brown shoes. His pants were slim fitting, as they clung to his lower body so tightly that it was easy to see the shape of his muscular legs. I could only imagine what his ass looked like underneath that jacket. He dressed like he knew he was hot, and he wanted everyone to stare. He was, after all, the boss.

My new boss. Dennis Gibson.

He was tall, well over six feet. And big. Solid by the looks of him. Wide shoulders, trim waist. His suit jacket seemed to hide the muscles, but I could tell by the shape. He had light blue eyes, almost grey, and a very neatly trimmed beard that had spots of grey dusting throughout, almost like it was painted in. He had to be at least 10 to 15 years older than my 34 years. His skin was flawless, his jawline square and cut, his nose long and shaped perfectly to match his angular face. Small lines appeared beside those eyes as he smiled at me and held out his big hand. He looked fucking gorgeous. Not at all what I expected him to look like.

He held out a giant hand that I took instinctively, feeling electricity shoot through me the moment I felt my smaller hand sink into his soft one. I suddenly felt short, my 5’9 average height like a small boy next to him.

“Brian. I hear you’re doing fantastic things.” His voice was deep, almost booming, but I never wavered from his eyes. He squinted at me and cocked his head sideways. “Hard to believe as you seem so young!” He slapped my shoulder, nearly knocking me over with his hidden strength. I suddenly noticed the thick arms and wondered just how big those biceps were under these fine fitting clothes as he gave my hand one more perceptible squeeze before he let go.

“Brian’s been here almost ten years.” I heard his executive assistant say quietly, giving me a smile as she tended to flirt openly with me. “One of our best.”

My boss gave a slight smirk, and I noticed his eyes trail up and down my fit body quickly. I was no match for his stature and masculinity, but I held my own in terms of my jock body and ripped physique. I just didn’t outwardly show it off at work like he was doing in his perfectly tailored suit. I think I licked my lips as my eyes gave him one more look from head to toe. Then he gave me a quick wink. “Good to know.”

He turned with his assistant and continued down the hallway, giving me a lovely view of his backside working underneath the bottom of his suit jacket. Thank God I was alone, because an audible sound escaped my lips as he walked away from me. It was only then I had realized I was speechless, having said nothing to the hulking Mr. Gibson.

My boss! I thought in my head. How the hell was I going to work with that hunk walking around.

It was hard to concentrate the rest of the day, and I noticed him every time he passed by my office, or I’d catch him in the hallway. For a boss, he was sure visible. This was why I preferred working for women – I could concentrate a lot better.

The first few days I avoided him, only staring sideways or discreetly. But on the Friday of that first week, I found myself alone with him in the staff room as I was gathering up my things at the end of the day. It was late, and I had thought everyone had gone home when Dennis Gibson appeared with an empty coffee cup.

“Ah. Brian!” He said, pointing a large, manicured finger at me as he headed to the sink. I was previously bent over and didn’t know who was coming in so when I turned to see it was my boss, I felt my face going red as I straightened up and turned my stuck-out ass away from his eyes. Those piercing blue eyes that peered back up at my face. Here I thought I was the one with the killer blue-grey eyes. Something about his made you want to get lost in a stare. “What are you still doing here on a Friday night?”

I noticed his sleeves were rolled up to the elbows, his forearms thick and manly, with a light dusting of hair smoothed over them. His suit jacket that he always wore was off, and his Oxford dress shirt, another nice blue one that brought out his eyes, was outlining the body I knew he had underneath that coat. He was a muscular man for his age, very solid and not at all any gut that was typical for a guy in his position and his age. It seemed he had a slew of expensive clothes, all perfectly fit, all perfectly displaying his body. And no wedding ring.

“Just finished up some stuff for Monday and forgot my lunch here in the fridge.” I said holding up my bag pathetically. I hadn’t actually eaten much out of it and suddenly felt my stomach flip.

Mr. Gibson went to the sink and started rinsing out his cup, turning away from me. He was slightly bent, being so tall, and I got a great view of his ass at last, without his suit jacket hiding it. It was curved from his backside, sticking out in a bubbled hard sort of way. You could probably bounce a quarter off that thing, and I suddenly pictured it bare, my hands hanging on to it as he….

“Got any big plans this weekend?” I heard that deep booming voice say and caught him looking at me with a wide smile. Even his teeth were perfect.

I shook my head. “Nothing spectacular. Just kid stuff – soccer for my son.”

His eyebrows went up and he gave a snort. “I remember those days.”

I suddenly wondered what his history was. I knew he had transferred from out West. But no ring, so no longer married? “You settling in okay?” I asked, leaning against the fridge to admire more of him as he washed and dried his cup, squaring off in front of me. I held my gaze to his, resisting the urge to look down.

“Yes I think so. Similar to the last place I was at, and quite frankly glad to be here. Needed to get away – crazy ex-wife and all!” He gave another snort through his nose and there was a moment of silence as we looked at each other.

“Sorry to hear. About the crazy ex-wife.” I mumbled, trying to suddenly fill the awkward stillness. No longer married, I thought, storing that piece of information into my swooning brain.

Mr. Gibson breathed in deeply. “Don’t be. It’s all good. I figured I’m better off. Who needs women after all.”

He held my stare and sort of shrugged his shoulder and I heard myself add, “Yeah. I hear you.”

Mr. Gibson’s eyes remained on mine as he dried his cup with a paper towel, with an almost contemplative look. I stared back, unable to look away from those dreamy blue eyes. They looked a lot like mine I thought as I got lost in them.

“Glad you agree.” He finally said, and I almost forgot what it was I had said. He took in another deep breath and sort of stood up straighter, leaning back a bit and put his four fingers into his pocket, his big smooth tanned thumb hanging out and pointing towards that middle area of his pants. A sizeable rounded package clearly visible.

My eyes couldn’t help but look down for longer than a quick glance, and I found myself biting my tongue. I was staring at my boss’ crotch!

“Well.” He said, my eyes catching his still staring at me boldly, a wider grin on his handsome face. “I’ve got a couple more things to wrap up before I get to enjoy this weekend.” He tossed the now crumpled up paper towel to the side straight into the garbage can and gave me a wink. “Score.”

I felt my cheeks going red and my body quivering a bit as he continued to look at me before he shoved his other big paw in his pocket and rocked forward to start to leave.

Then he stopped at the doorway. “I hear great things about you you know. And if you’re ever interested in any help with anything, leadership wise, or anything, my door is always open.”

I blushed a little, having never really thought about advancing. I smiled widely and looked at his handsome face smiling back at me, those eyes staring into me. “Thank you Sir. I appreciate that.”

He gave a small laugh. “Sir? You don’t have to be so formal Brian.”

I shrugged my shoulders instinctively. “Sorry Mr. Gibson. Habit.”

His smile lit up his face and his straight, perfectly white teeth showed. “Well I might have to break you of that habit. And you can call me Dennis if you don’t want to use Sir.” He winked at me again and turned and left. I watched his ass until he disappeared down the hall and around the corner, thankful he didn’t look back.

For the next month, he seemed to always find me on Fridays in the staff room, casually happening upon me as if he was waiting for our weekly bump in. I became more and more at ease with him, found out that he had indeed moved here from out west, that he had grown children and an ex-wife, that he sold his previous company for a shit load of money, gave half to his wife, and transferred here to us to take over and start fresh. I noticed how the women openly flirted with him, but he ignored them all. He was gracious and kind, smart and powerful, and definitely a man in charge. I also noticed how he looked at me.

He commanded respect and his body alone put people in their places. They were afraid of him without him giving any reason to. But the more we chatted, the more comfortable I felt with him, and believed he would be a good fit around here. Until the start of the second month.

Once again, it was a Friday night, and I was wrapping things up later than everyone else. The office was pretty much empty, and I heard movement in the hallway as Mr. Gibson, or Dennis, came my way. He appeared in my doorway, his body covering the entire thing. A large hand wrapped around the doorframe as he leaned his wide shoulders sideways across the entrance and smiled at me.

“Still here as usual? Last man standing huh?” His deep voice seemed louder. I felt my groin swell at the sound. He looked sexy as fuck, shirt sleeves rolled up again in a yellow shirt and navy blue pants. I could see the outline of the musculature of his thighs through his pants. “You know, you don’t have to impress me. I already know how good you are.”

I gave a snort this time. “I don’t think you do Sir.” It came out in a tone that sounded down right flirtatious, and I quickly chuckled to cover up my embarrassment. But when my eyes flicked up to his, Dennis was smirking slowly.

“Well maybe you’ll have to show me one day.”

There was a moment of awkward silence, both of us just looking at each other. I found I couldn’t respond because of the way he was looking at me. His smile was widening, and he stood stock still.

Then he raised his hand off the doorframe and slapped it once.

“You stickin’ around for a bit longer?” His eyebrows were raised like a little boy with a thought, his bottom lip suddenly scrunched up.

“Uh…yeah actually. I have a schedule to finish before I head out.” I found my own hands moving along the edge of my desk to hide my desire to finish that previous invitation. This man’s presence was making my heart thump loudly. And I knew I was reading into this situation a little too much. He was my BOSS after all. There was no way he would…

“Well pop by before you leave.” He gave me a little nod, making me automatically respond “Yes Sir” before I could think of anything else to say.

His grin grew as he paused, before he added “Maybe you can show me just how good you are after all.” He gave me a full smile and I saw those perfect teeth again, his eyes lit up a bit before he turned completely and my eyes fell to that gorgeous rump as he exited.

I let out a bit of air and stretched my arms down to adjust my dick growing in my underwear. What the hell? I thought.

I could barely concentrate on next week’s schedule as I sat there trying to will my dick down and catch my breath. I realized the offices were empty and it was getting late. I sent a message to my wife letting her know that I’d be a bit late – not uncommon for a Friday night. She had Fridays off to help with daycare costs, now that Abby was 3 and almost ready for school. Which was part of the reasons I always worked later on Fridays. Helped me avoid unnecessary work over the weekends. And over the last four weeks, was helping me drool over my boss. And with a big intake of air, I got up and headed to Dennis Gibson’s office.

It was empty, his assistant gone, as was everyone in the offices pretty much. I noticed the cleaners down the hall already making their way towards our section for their nighttime routine. I rounded the corner to Dennis’ large office area, where the double doors were wide open, the reception area quiet and dark. The only light shining through was from Dennis’ office.

I gave a knock on the door and noticed him off to the side of the large room, standing by the window holding a folder. He spun around quickly and his serious face beamed with a smile as he saw me standing there. “Ah. You came.”

I frowned, surprised that he seemed shocked I followed his command. “You asked me to stop by Sir?” I heard it again, the Sir that I used too often, but he didn’t say anything. In fact, he seemed to smile wider.

He pointed to the computer on his desk, a large console that was supposed to be the biggest and best for the updated system we were all getting used to. “I can’t seem to figure out the spreadsheet calculations and I was told you were a whiz at this sort of stuff. I seriously can’t keep up with all this new technology.” He held up his hands, the folder in one hand, and I could see the glimpse of his bulging biceps under his shirt. Those bare forearms filled with thick veins along the underside. I caught my breath and tried to focus on his words.

“Sure thing.” I moved over to in front of his desk and leaned over it to see what he was working on. Dennis came around the desk behind me to peer at the screen with me.

A large arm reached out beside me, making me realize just how close he was as we both leaned over his desk to look at the screen. “I can’t get this column to add up and don’t know why.”

I could smell his cologne and feel the heat from his body as he leaned beside me. I was afraid to move in fear that once I brushed up against him, my body would react. He was so my type, and it had been so long since I said “no more” with Bill, and then my neighbour Doug. I was overdue. Those feelings were back. I could feel my body already starting to give the tell tale signs of shaking, so I grabbed the keyboard and started checking out the formulas he had in each cell.

My eyes drifted to his fist as he held it down on the desk beside me. The bluish veins on top of his hand made it look even more masculine. His hand was smooth, his arms covered in a light dusting of hair that just seemed to make his forearm look larger, and meatier. I watched his thumb rub over his finger as he waited, the sound of his breathing so close to me. I wondered if I turned sideways, just how close he would be.

“Ah. Found the problem.” I blurted out as I noticed the error in the formula. I leaned further over to correct it, typing quickly on the keyboard, hoping that my hands weren’t too obviously shaking. I hit enter and the sheet corrected itself, the errors disappearing and the totals coming through.

A large hand grabbed my shoulder and shook me gently. “Thank you my boy!” His deep voice boomed, sending a bolt of electricity through me. “I should’ve seen that!”

I stood up, his hand still on my shoulder and turned in his direction. He was standing very close to me, and I realized my eyes were at his neck, forcing me to look upwards into those light blue eyes peering down at me. His hand squeezed me once, and he gave me a little grin.

“Sorry. Didn’t mean to call you boy.” He sheepishly said, still holding me in my spot in front of him.

“Well, I call you Sir often enough, I guess it’s only fair.” I gave a fake laugh and then turned it into an uncomfortable smile as I took in a deep breath, his manly scent wafting into my senses. I could feel my crotch swelling, and hoped my pants were hiding my sizeable thickness.

Dennis’ thumb moved in a circular motion as he stood there, obviously not aware of how long this hold of his felt. His eyes were still looking down at me, and mine were shifting from his to that thick neck and then back up again before he gave a “Mmph” and another squeeze of my shoulder and let go and took a step backwards, shoving both hands into his pocket and turning away. But not before my eyes saw the larger bulge.

He moved away from me, back to the window, his pants even tighter with his hands in his pockets, giving me a beautiful view of that ass of his. I wondered how much he worked out and when he found the time. I was having a hard time keeping up my regime with two kids at home, so maybe with grown kids and no wife he had way more free time than I could possibly imagine.

With the image of his bulge in my head, and the view of his perfect butt, I heard my voice come out of my head as the blood drained downwards to my dick. “Is there anything else I can help you with. Sir.” I added, rooted to my spot still behind his desk.

Dennis looked back at me over his shoulder, his eyes downward though not at me for a moment. He didn’t speak for a few seconds, until his eyes raised upwards to me. “If I said yes, would you be willing?”

I waited for a moment, holding his gaze, and put my own hands in my pockets as I felt my cock swelling uncontrollably. Unlike my boss, I didn’t turn away. I saw his eyes flicker downward quickly checking it out, as if he was unable to control himself any longer before he looked back up at me, matching my stare.

Finally, I responded. “Yes. Sir.”

I watched him, my heart pounding in my throat practically. He didn’t move for a bit, his eyes still staring straight into me. I almost panicked, thinking this was MY BOSS and I was misreading this completely. Until he slowly turned around.

He faced me, squaring his body to mine, those shoulders looking like two mountains. My eyes lowered to his hands in his pockets, his thumbs sticking out, and one thumb slowly rubbing the erection that was now obvious in his dress pants.

I swallowed hard, gawking at the sight. I could see the outline of the thick cock he was packing, stretching out to the right, his thumb moving over it. My eyes raised back up to his to find him gazing at me, his face suddenly serious. “You said you’d show me how good you are.” His voice was suddenly lower, softer, slower, calmer.

My body responded in an imperceptible shiver, and I moved around his desk slowly, carefully towards him. Our eyes didn’t waver, locked on each other. I felt the room spinning as I moved to his spot. I could hear his breathing intensify, saw his jaw tighten as he clenched it, watching me move forward. I stopped in front of him, standing closer to him than I have ever been and raised my chin upwards to that hulking figure. I could see his chest heaving, his shoulders raising as he quietly inhaled and exhaled, waiting for me. He didn’t flinch, didn’t move and I suddenly wondered if this was a test.

“Our secret?” I asked quietly.

He nodded right away and let out a soft “Yes.”

I pulled my hand out of my pocket and reached out to grab hold of that outline in his crotch. He immediately breathed in deeply, his large chest puffing up, his eyes still on mine. He didn’t move his hand, and I felt his thumb still resting over the thickness in his pants. My own thumb ran over top of his, like an invitation which he accepted, twirling his thumb now with mine as my fingers squeezed that hard shaft.

I stepped closer, and heard the intake of air through his nose, his thumb moving more firmly with mine, trying to hook it in as I squeezed his crotch. And then he bent down, his face moving fast to mine, and his lips connected with me in a surprising kiss. I held my breath as I felt his tongue slip in, my mouth opened instinctively to take it, battling his tongue with my own as his lips covered mine and he sucked the breath out of me.

I saw twinkling lights, took in his smell, felt his hands grab my arms as we made out right there in his office. It felt like home. It felt like Joe.

I pulled away and stepped back, suddenly hearing the sounds of vacuums down the hallway. Dennis seemed to snap awake too, as he looked quickly over to the open doors, realizing this was not appropriate.

He moved quickly to his desk, reaching over to grab a pen and pad of paper. His crotch was huge, thick and bulging, but now he didn’t seem to care. He quickly wrote something on the pad and then tore it off and handed it to me.

“My address and phone number. Come over when you can tonight.” He held it out in his hand, his eyes glaring down at me. I could see the desire in him, but also something else. Almost a fearfulness that I had never seen in his face before. “Please.” He added, and I could see that fear even more clearly.

I took the paper from him, feeling my own crotch bursting to get free. I nodded. “Now?”

Dennis let out a big sigh and a smile. “Sure. Now will work.” He glanced down at his crotch and gave it a tug with a small chuckle. “Now is best before I change my mind.”

“Our secret.” I said with a grin.

He stared at me for a moment, seeming to read my thoughts, before he glanced sideways at the open doors and then moved to me quickly, grabbing my head in both his hands and planting another soul sucking kiss on me, leaving me hanging on to his thick wrists and panting for more when he pulled away.

“Go. Before I rape you right here.” He said with a bit of an edge. I actually believed he might as I felt his erection pressing up against me.

He released me and moved to grab his suit jacket from his chair and grab his stuff. I hesitated for a second, watching him, admiring his body and the swiftness in his movements, before his eyes looked up at me again.

“Better get moving boy.” He said with a grin. That snapped me out of it, and I rushed down the hall to my own office and gathered my belongings. He was already gone when I stepped out of the building, giving him a head start I figured. I got in my car and took a look at the address. It was away from downtown, on the outskirts in a more rural area. I pulled out the map from my glove box and confirmed my suspicions. It was about a thirty minute drive from the office, and my cock was still hard. I figured it would be the entire drive there.

I followed the map as best I could, only having to turn around once because I missed a street. The driveway was hard to spot, save for the little green numbered sign at the end. It looked like I was driving into a wooded forest as I turned, following the long paved driveway upwards into a totally secluded area. As I rounded the last corner of what seemed like the longest driveway in the world, I caught my breath at the sight of the house set back, forest surrounding it on every side. The house was modern, floor to ceiling windows along one side, the driveway snaking around to the other side of the house to what I assumed was the garages. Manicured lawn and garden out front, and what appeared to be a large pool at the side of the house, just beyond the front garden, surrounded entirely by a forest. Dennis’ car was parked out front in the expansive area so I pulled up alongside, slowly, still staring at the millions of dollars this home must be worth in front of me.

The large double wooden front doors opened, and there he was. All 6 foot something of him, still dressed in the same outfit from the office where he kissed me. Shirt sleeves still rolled up with a few top buttons around the collar undone. I shoved my car in park and practically lunged out of the car towards him.

“Come here boy.” He growled at me as I got closer, grabbing me by one arm and pulling me into him, kissing me hard again before the front door was even closed. This time, there was no fear of being seen, and we let it all out. Frantic, passionately, we kissed, slobbering over one another, groaning into each other’s mouths, hungrily feeling each other’s bodies, until the door was shut and I was pushed up against it.

Dennis pushed my shoulders to the door and backed up, stretching his arms straight, holding me firmly as he stared into my eyes. “Our secret.” His voice was so deep, it almost sounded like a low rumble. I just nodded, staring at him, watching his eyes roam over me, seeing his tongue snake out to lick his lips as he did. He was taking me all in. I felt like his prey.

He bent his arms and moved slowly towards me again. As soon as he was close enough, my hands went to that thick neck and pulled him into me fast, smashing my mouth into his for another taste. He felt familiar, as if we had kissed before. He knew the right angle to match mine, knew how to tease me with his tongue the way that made me moan, and knew the way to wrap his arms around me and hold me tight as we kissed. He was totally in command.

I let my hands move over his body, relishing in every curve and dent, feeling every hard muscle along the way. “Fuck me you are built!” I moaned in between kisses. He responded without words, just stepped back and unbuttoned his shirt quickly, flipping the sides open and exposing a nice hairy chest over his sculpted physique. He had a huge chest, firm with perfectly sized pink nipples poking out. For a man his age, he had washboard abs with a trail of hair leading down into his pants. “Fuck me!” I moaned, letting my hands grab both pecs first, squeezing hard and then trailing down to his belt to frantically unbuckle as his mouth found mine again. We couldn’t stop kissing, and I was still pinned to his front door.

I fumbled more the closer I got to freeing his dick, feeling the heat radiating from his grey Tommy Hilfiger briefs he was sporting, until I reached in and felt his flesh. His mouth dropped open as I clutched it, his lips moving up my face to my forehead as I pulled it out. I couldn’t help but break free from him and look down, to see the shape, to feel the hardness, to rub my thumb up that shaft and feel the tip of his cock.

It was a beautiful one. A bit smaller than mine, maybe 7 or 7 and a bit inches, but just as thick, and equally manly. Trim dark hairs surrounded it, making it look even more masculine and hard. I slipped down the door and felt his body step forward as he knew what I wanted.

He smelled fantastic, just as good as the rest of him. His musky, manly scent filled my nose as I opened my mouth to suck it back. He had a nice shaped mushroom cap, soft compared to the thick hard meat in my grip. My tongue swirled around the tip as the whole head was swallowed into my mouth. I felt his legs tighten and his breath exhale as I went deep, taking it all the way down.

“Holy FUCK Boy!” He moaned, grabbing the back of my head and let me work on him, resisting the urge to fuck my throat. I slurped hungrily, realizing it had been too long since I had a cock in my throat, and just closed my eyes and enjoyed the taste and the feeling. Occasionally I would look up at him, my new boss, towering over me, resting a hand on his front door, staring down at his employee working his cock.

With a loud hiss, he finally pulled me upwards and kissed me again, moaning into me as he tasted his own cock on my tongue. His hands moved to my own belt and pants, undoing them easily, pulling them down, the sound of my 8 inches flicking against my abs as it bounced out. He broke off from my face as his hand found it and he looked down.

“Jesus what a cock!” He eyed it, licking his lips again, before he knelt down and shoved it into his wet mouth.

The sensation overpowered me. I buckled and placed both hands on his big shoulders, leaning on him as he expertly sucked my cock. His long tongue licked the underside, moving downwards to my round balls, holding them up to lick even further, making me squeeze those boulders of his as I hung on, mouth agape. He was deep throating my dick, taking it all in like no one before.

“You taste so sweet boy.” He moaned into me, pushing a leg upwards with his strength. I felt like a flamingo, standing on one leg, about to be manhandled by a giant bear. A thick finger found my hole, wet with his spit, starting to rub. I moaned louder, making him stand up quickly, still holding that finger at my entrance, tapping to dig in.

My hands held his big arms over his shirt. My eyes locked with his as he smiled at me.

“You like getting fucked boy?” He growled at me, pushing his finger into me, trying to pry me open.

I could only nod, my mouth still hanging open in pleasure as I watched him. He put his finger to his mouth and sucked it back, leaving a trail of spit on it as he brought it back under my legs and pushed even harder till it popped into me. I groaned and pushed my body into his as his finger sank into me.

As quickly as he sunk in, he pulled it out and moved into me, lifting me up under his arms, my back against the door. With one arm he held me up as his other fished for his cock to find that puckered hole he just opened. My boss was going to fuck me. Right here, at his front door. I was in ecstasy as he moved in for another kiss.

I groaned into him, feeling the pressure underneath, the feeling of his tongue shoved into my mouth. I wrapped my arms around him tighter, coming off the door and completely into his strength as I felt the tip of his cock find its invitation.

“You want it boy? You want my cock inside you?” He groaned into my mouth.

“Yes! Yes Sir!”

That sparked a low grunt and with a fistful of his cock in his own hand, I succumbed to the invasion and sank down on his slick cock to the base in one motion. I grabbed him tight and moaned like a whore. It had been a while since I had a cock inside me, and it took my breath away. I could feel beads of sweat on my forehead as I moved my mouth into his neck. He lifted me with his body, adjusting so he had both hands under me, both legs over his arms, and his feet in the perfect position. And like a man in heat, he started to fuck me against the door in his front foyer.

I don’t think I ever made so much noise getting pounded. His words turned dirty, almost nasty, calling me boy, telling me to take his thick cock, asking me how it felt to have the boss pound his little pussy. I was gone, overwhelmed at the feeling, more turned on by his words, that all I could do was moan and grunt and hang on to his body. I pulled at his shirt, trying to get at his flesh, biting what I could, scratching his bare back underneath his shirt, opening up my own shirt just to have our chests touching as he bounced me up and down his thick shaft. Skin slapping together filled the house, our grunts and groans echoing in the hallway. And all the while, his voice rang in my ear.

“You like my big cock in you boy?”

I clamped down on his left shoulder, holding on as I bucked up and down on his cock. “Fuck yes sir!”

“Want me to breed this little cunt? Make you my bitch? Eh? You like that? Wanna be my little cock slut?”

I raked my fingers down his back. “Fuck yes please.” I whimpered into him, thinking I was drawing blood as I scratched him so hard.

His voice was soft as his breathing increased, the effort of lifting me up and down showing. “I needed a hot little boy like you. First time I saw you I thought you’re perfect!”

I arched back, banging my head against the door to watch him. I could see his pecs flexed as his hands gripped my ass and he continued to powerfuck me. “Yeah? Wanted me that bad did ya?” I heard myself asking, panting between thrusts and groans. “Couldn’t wait to sink into me huh Sir?”

His grin said it all. He let out another growl and reached up to kiss me again quickly, digging into me deeper as I shifted downwards on him, giving him a bit more of an angle to give it to me. “Fuck babe. You’re all mine now. Sir’s going to breed you boy.” He grunted.

I hung on to his neck as he stood there pounding my ass. The slapping sounds of our bodies grew louder, the speed picked up and I felt my own cock dying to erupt. He had me pinned, my shoulders pressed into the door as he spread his legs wider and really started to fuck me. I hung on to him with one hand and grabbed my cock to stroke.

“Fuck yeah. Shoot for me boy. Let me see you get off on me fucking you.” His eyes darted back and forth from mine to my cock, his mouth opened as if he was going to say something, but he furrowed his brow instead and focused on what I was doing. And when I started to moan louder and arch more, he did the same.

“Oh my God I’m going to cum!” I shouted.

“Yeah?” He groaned, slamming into me even harder. “You want me to fill your pussy up too boy? Want Daddy’s load up there?”

I growled at the sound of the word Daddy and I arched into him, taking his cock so deep I actually squealed. I could hear the slapping sounds even more, could feel his cock swelling inside me. I closed my eyes and let it all out, shaking uncontrollably in his grip as I exploded all over our bodies. I heard him grunt and growl as he erupted inside my tunnel, coating my walls with his sperm as I jerked wildly, letting every drop of my own cum out. Amazingly, he kept fucking me, not stopping until we could barely breathe. And then, he pulled me off the door and into his arms, holding me in his arms as he stepped backwards, careful not to trip with his pants still around his ankles.

I looked down over his shoulder, at his shirt now plastered to his back with sweat, the back of his smooth ass that I could see sticking out from under the tails of his shirt. I let out a satisfying sigh and pushed myself backwards to get a look of him. The smiling Mr. Gibson was back, blue eyes twinkling as he looked at me.

“You okay? That wasn’t too rough?” He said softly, his eyes looking up and down my face for a reaction. I kissed him softly, letting our lips touch and smack in loud sounds, before he opened his mouth wider and I took the invitation, sliding my tongue into his warm mouth and feeling it connect with his. He moaned slightly, softly, squeezing my body with his arms in a bear hug, before I felt his cock slip out of me.

He put me down and then we looked at each other. His cock was clean, but dripping in cum. There was some of my load in between his pecs and down his abs, matting the fine hair on his torso. I had splotches of dark wet patches on my shirt and smooth chest, which I rubbed into my skin. I turned around to see my pants and underwear on the floor, left right where Dennis had ripped them off me. I looked at Dennis’ legs, the silhouette of hard work in the gym clearly evident as his muscled legs looked even sexier with his pants crumpled around his ankles. He had the same light dusting of hair along his legs which made me eye them carefully, imagining them on me, around me, squeezing me in his grip. I felt his cum dripping between my legs and I already wanted more.

I bent down to pick up my pants as he kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his pants. “Leave those.” He said firmly, pulling off one sock at a time, revealing scrumptious looking wide arched feet. I raised an eyebrow at him and he grinned, peeling his shirt off his body and tossing it too me. He was now naked in front of me, in all his glory. Perfectly fit, big muscles on display, lightly hairy in all the right places. He was all man. My boss. “I’m not done with you yet. Sir’s got something to show you.”

With that, I matched him and stripped down, joining him in his nakedness. His eyes looked me over and he shook his head from side to side. “You are one fucking hot jockboy.” Those eyes rested on mine. “You’re in trouble now.” He grinned and held out his hand.

I stepped forward and took it, feeling his firm grip engulf me, sending a warmth through me I hadn’t felt in ten years. My breath caught at the feelings of Joe, and how similar Dennis suddenly seemed.

Dennis pulled me closer, leaning into me conspiratorially and whispered, “You ever been fucked in a sling?”

I hesitated, not wanting to sound like a slut at all, and just smiled into his face.

“Follow me.” He said and turned to lead me up the stairs, hand in hand, my eyes landing on his beefy round hard butt.

“Yes Sir.” I panted. Right now, I’d follow him anywhere.