First Day on the Job

It's your first day to work.

Sweat drips down your brow as you head into your boss's office. Mr. Smith looks and smiles at you, enjoying the nervousness. Being an assistant has never been your plan, but you want to move up in the world. You want to be somebody. And you're not going to let anything get in the way of this job.

"Sit down, Foreman." The boss motions to a single seat directly across from him. He's a tall, well-built man with a sharp gray haircut and a friendly disposition. He's supposed to be strict, but that's not something you're worried about. You can handle just about anything.

"Yes sir, how can I help you?" You say with a smile.

"First day, eh? You're going to do a good job for me, son. I picked you because I knew you would."

You smile and lean forward eagerly. "I'll do anything for you, sir. Just let me know. I  can't wait to prove to you that I'm worth keeping around."

"Good. Well then, let's get started immediately." His desk was set up so that I could see his well-polished shoes as he tapped one of them on the ground, almost as if he were listening to music. Tap, tap, tap, tap....

"Foreman?" You shake your head.

"I'm sorry, sir. What was it you wanted help with?"

"Foreman..." Mr. Smith grinned and leaned forward, his shoe still tapping, maybe even a little faster. Look into his eyes, man! "...were you checking me out?"

"What? No sir, I..." You chuckle nervously and shift in your seat. "It's just you have great shoes." Don't lose this job on the first day, now!

"Oh. Because you see, Foreman..." Mr. Smith said, still leaning forward across the shorter-thann-you-thought desk and looking at you with his steel-blue eyes and smile,

"...I only tap my feet when I'm aroused. And you turn me ON."

Did he just say that? You look at him, not knowing what to say. Was he joking? The smile was still there, but it wasn't a this-is-where-you-laugh sort of smile. It was...no way. Your boss is...gay?

"Sir, I..." You stutter nervously. Even if this was truly sexual harassment, it was the boss's word against the kid's, and who would win out? How bad do you want this job? You've been slightly attracted to men all your life without saying it, but had never actually been with a man before.

"Foreman. I hired you so that we would make love together. You looked like the man for the job. The windows are shut... " He said, motioning to the drawn blinds, "And my calls are withheld. Now, you need to tell me..." As he leaned back, I could see that is wasn't just his shoes that were throbbing. He had a gigantic boner.

"...are you in this job or not?"

You gulp nervously. He was still smiling, but you don't quite know what to say...

"Mr. Smith, sir, I've never, uh...done that with a man before."

"Good. then we'll start today. Come around the desk."

You walk around the desk numbly, and Mr. Smith calmly unzips his pants. He's wearing black silk underwear.

"With every good sexual activity, there's foreplay. Now, you can see I'm already aroused. Go ahead...kiss my boxers."

You decide that you're willing to do this for the job, but are still a little wary...as you kneel between his spread knees, you smell his cologne...a deep, musky scent. Then you lean forward and gently kiss the silky black fabric. You can feel something harder underneath with your lips, and Mr. Smith grabs your head and directs you to continue. You kiss slowly, gradually with more mouth, sensing his balls and his dick underneath the silky boxers with your tongue and mouth.

Gradually he urges you on, and soon he slides his boxers off and you are guided to his tip. You've NEVER done this before, and when you kiss the tip, he lets out a moan and urges you further, gradually taking more and more of him in. Soon you're bobbing his whole thick, hard, wet shaft in and out. His moans and the smell of his cologne and the taste of his dick are making you aroused as well, and your dick starts throbbing irresistibly against your pants. You start sucking with more fervor, and he massages your hair and whispers your name, gradually making you more and more pleased by pleasing your boss. The thrusts get faster and faster, they build and build until Mr. Smith lets out a roar and you swallow his cum, wholly and completely. Mr. Smith gasps for a while, you gasping and looking up at him from the floor, and then smiles.

"Not bad for the first try. Now, let's get you compensated for your labor."

He motions and you sit up on the desk, where he unzips your pants and pulls down your boxers. Your dick is helplessly aroused and you wait for him to take care of you, taking his time as he kisses your legs and massages your hair. When he first kisses your tip, you let out a moan, and he starts to lick and massage your penis in perfect rhythm. Obviously, he was well experienced. Which only made you hotter. He fondles your balls and puts them in his mouth. After your dick is wet with precum, he simply looks straight into your eyes and starts pumping with his hand, up and down, up and down. You look at him and realize you've never been more aroused in your life. You start to gasp with each jerk, and when the climax comes, you're more spent than you've ever been.

After five minutes of companionable silence, your boss smiles at you and then kisses you, a full kiss on the lips. His five-o-clock shadow brushes your lips and face as he nuzzles you and then smiles. He looks at his cell phone.

"That was excellent, Foreman. You're free to go."

"What, sir?"

"That's it. You passed. From now on, you'll be my assistant on Tuesday. This is what you'll do. Well, you know, we might change it up every now and then...but that's all I need from you. I think you'll find your check parallel to full-time pay here. Have a great day!"

You clean yourself up, pick up your suitcase, and stumble out of his office.

Hmm, what to do until next Tuesday...