My New Boss

It was a few days after Mr. Mitchell’s meeting with the Arab clients and I had pretty much accepted at this point that my new job routine would likely consist of a few days of banality interspersed with Mr. Mitchell ordering me to do some sexual servicing in addition to the usual boring kind.

That morning I had woken up late and was rushing out of the door to my small one-bedroom apartment towards the elevator and reached for the button, but that was when I saw the hastily written out-of-order sign. Now annoyed, I bounded down the 6 flights of stairs to the ground floor. There I saw my landlord and a maintenance man working on the open elevator. I knew that I was running late, but since I was tired and annoyed at that point, I walked over to my landlord and asked him what the issue was in my best passive aggressive voice. My landlord, Anton, lived here on the first floor with his wife and rented out the other 7 floors of the building. In his late 40’s, he was a large man at 6’3”, and while he wasn’t toned, he was solidly built with large arms and thick legs. While his head was completely bald the rest of him was covered in hair, he had a large bushy beard, and the same wifebeater that he always seemed to be wearing showed the thick black hair that covered his arms, chest, and shoulders. It even rode up sometimes to show the hair covering his solid gut and upper groin.

“Ah, Floor 7 Boy,” (the only name he ever called me), “we’re just adding a couple upgrades to the elevator,” Anton said in a slight, undistinguishable Eastern European accent. “We’re actually almost done right now. If you had just waited a few minutes, it’d be all ready to use,” he said with a laugh while he slapped my back a bit too hard. “Oh, really,” I said now slightly embarrassed for not being nicer. The building I lived in was certainly in need of plenty of upgrades with the elevator being the most noticeable one given how loud and slow the seemingly ancient machine moved. The only reason I lived in the building was because it was cheap and very close to my job. Anton wrapped his large arm around my shoulders exposing me to the thick batch of hair under his arm and the musk that came with it. “Don’t worry Floor 7 Boy, it will be all ready for you real soon,” he said with a smile. “Th-thank you,” I said as I wriggled myself out of the big man’s grasp and headed out the door to work.”

I briskly walked the few blocks to the office and only arrived a few minutes late. Luckily for me, today was Thursday which meant that Mr. Mitchell was going to the gym across the street this morning and he usually comes in a few minutes late on his gym days. When I got to my desk Mr. Mitchell thankfully hadn’t yet arrived, but just then I got a phone call from my boss.

“Mr. Mitchell?” I answered.

“Are you at work? His deep voice rang out.

“Yessir, I’m at my desk.”

“Do you live close by?” He asked.

“What?” I said now confused.

“Do you live nearby? Where do you live?” He asked now with a sterner tone to his voice.

I told him the corner I lived on still confused at his question.

“Great, get down here now,” he said as he hung up the phone.

Still as confused as ever, I took the elevator back down to the lobby, and after a quick glance around, I went outside to see Mr. Mitchell’s Mercedes parked on the side of the road with the engine running. I approached the passenger side window when it rolled down and I saw Mr. Mitchell still in his gym attire sitting in the driver’s seat. “Get in!” he yelled at me.

I opened the door and as soon as I sat down, I was hit with a wave of my boss’s musk. Even just sitting next to him it was so much stronger than what I smelled from his gym bag just over a week ago. My dick started hardening in pants just from the smell.

“The showers at the gym just broke and I need to use your shower before my meeting with the board today.” Mr. Mitchell explained as he pulled off down the road towards my apartment.

I remained speechless as I marveled over my boss sitting next to me. He was covered in sweat which formed dark circles on his black muscle shirt and matted down the thick dark hair on his defined chest. His short gym shorts did little to conceal his impressive bulge and gave me the best view so far of his long, thick legs which were (unsurprisingly) as hairy as the rest of him. I could definitely understand why he was so desperate for a shower; his odor was so strong I was getting lightheaded sitting in the small car with him. And I assume that the board will not appreciate my boss’s musk as much as I was the moment.

After just a couple of minutes we arrived at my apartment. “Get my work clothes from the back seat,” Mr. Mitchell ordered as he exited the car. Carrying my boss’s clothes, we entered my apartment building, and thankfully, Anton turned out to be telling the truth. The elevator seemed to be in working order though and extra thankfully, Anton himself was no where to be seen. When we entered the elevator, I was amazed to find out that the door screeched close much quieter than they had before that day. Though as the elevator began its ascent, I discovered that the upgrades Anton had made to elevator did not affect the speed much as we began to slowly crawl upwards to the 7th floor.

“This is taking too fucking long, we can start now,” Mr. Mitchell said with a huff.

Before I could even react, Mr. Mitchell’s big hand grabbed the back of my head and forced my face into his armpit.

“Start licking boy,” Mr. Mitchell said while he kept my face firmly planted in his armpit.

After taking a second to get over my shock, I began to lick and suck my boss’s hairy armpits. The smell was overwhelming, and instantly made me rock-hard in my pants.

“Yeah, worship that fucking pit faggot,” Mr. Mitchell ordered.

I continued to do my best to clean the sweat covered armpit, and soon my face was covered in sweat and musk from his pit as the elevator continued its climb.

After a while the elevator finally made it to my floor, and as soon as the doors opened Mr. Mitchell stepped off in a rush. As I began to follow him, I noticed something that wasn’t there before. In the upper corner of the elevator was a newly installed camera with a small blinking green light. I froze as I suddenly realized that one of Anton’s new upgrades had likely just caught my worshipping my boss’s pit.

“Boy! Come on!” Mr. Mitchell yelled at me from down the hallway. I snapped out of my stupor and caught up with my boss at my door. I unlocked it and pointed him towards the bathroom as I set down his clothes. He instantly took off his shirt revealing his huge pecs and perfectly defined abs; both of which were of course covered in dark hair.

“Get naked. You’re helping me,” he said as he sat down and began unlacing his huge size 15 gym shoes.

“Helping you… shower?” I said confused once again.

“Did huffing my pit get you high faggot? Yes, helping me shower. Now strip,” he sternly ordered.

Not having to be told thrice, I began to remove my clothes as I watched my boss get fully naked for the first time.

As he finally removed the last of his clothing, I took in his form for a second. All 6’5” of perfection stood before me from his handsome face down to his broad shoulders, thick chest, heavy cock and balls, long legs, and all the way down to his big feet. He turned and made his way for the bathroom and showed me his ass which was just as perfect as the rest of him with hair that was dusted across the large cheeks and the thicker hair that ran down the crack towards the big balls below.

“Hurry up!” he yelled as he entered the bathroom.

I quickly finished undressing myself and ran in after him.

He was already in the shower when I entered the bathroom. He was already staring to wash one of his armpits with a washcloth. “Well don’t just stand there get in!” he said.

I hesitantly got in and as soon as I did, he handed me another washcloth and told me, “You can wash my lower half.”

I got on my knees and began to use the washcloth on his thick thighs, but I couldn’t take my eyes off his cock right in front of me which even soft looked massive. I washed both of his legs and feet while still stealing glances at his cock and the pendulous balls that hung down beneath it.

“Don’t just stare at it boy, get to cleaning,” he said still cleaning his upper half. He grabbed his soft cock and slapped my face with it several times to bring the point home.

I managed to break out of my trance and began to clean his dick and balls with my washcloth.

After I finished with his crotch, he turned around. “Now just one more thing to clean,” and he stuck his big ass right in front of my face.

I kneeled there mesmerized by the beautiful sight in front of me, but Mr. Mitchell was obviously not amused by my wonder. “God you’re so fucking slow.”

He grabbed the back of my head once again and forced my face into his ass-crack. He began to rub my face up and down his ass over and over again grinding my face into his hairy ass-crack. After a while he released me, and I began to wash his ass with the washcloth though at this point I was sure all the sweat was now on my face.

After I was done, he turned off the shower and stepped out; though when I started to rise, he grabbed my shoulder and forced me back down. He turned toward me, grabbed his cock, and began pissing all over my face. I opened my mouth assuming that was what he wanted, but it became clear that he wanted to cover me in his piss, not have me swallow it. He painted my chest, face, and every other part that was facing him with his piss. Once he was done he turned and began to leave my bathroom with a towel. “Clean yourself up faggot, you’re filthy,” he said with a chuckle as he left.

I turned the shower back on and washed the piss and sweat off me as fast as I could. When I finally left the bathroom still naked, Mr. Mitchell was getting finished dressing.

“You did a good job boy. I left you a thank you present,” he said as he grabbed his gym bag and walked toward the front door. “See you at work,” was the last thing he said before he slammed the door behind him. Leaving me to walk back to work alone.

On my couch he left the jockstrap he was wearing. It was the very same one he caught me sniffing in his gym bag. I brought it to my nose and huffed its scent. It was still damp with sweat from his workout. I couldn’t help myself and jerked my dick to climax right there in my living room with smelling the sweaty jock.

Once I was done, I cleaned myself off and got redressed to head back to the office. I took the elevator down and got off on the first floor. This time Anton was standing there near the mailboxes.

“Floor 7 Boy!” He yelled at me as I turned to face him. “Have a nice elevator ride?” He asked as he put both his arms behind his head revealing the thick hair under his arms. He gave me a wink and a smile.

I felt my face flush as I turned away and quickly walked out the door to the office.