Mi pija de gira (serie de relatos gay) - Parte 3

Part 3Who's the boss

Part 2- Part 4Hello, pornstars. Without realizing it, my first stories were about relationships I had with classmates (the last and the first, respectively). Let's go up a bit.

I already told you that I wanted to study law, like my old man, but after a year (a little earlier, actually), I went down the drain and had to return to my hometown. Remember it for those who are distracted and those who like fast forward). My old man didn't give a damn that I failed. But for me, it wasn't a failure: it wasn't what I wanted.

My brother burst out laughing. Later on, I'll go into detail about our relationship.

The thing is that my old man forced me to look for work. After trying my luck at a supermarket where I stocked shelves in the gondola, and failing again, my old man found me a job at a factory. But I'm not cut out for heavy work. As I said, I go to the gym because I want to see myself well, and I make that effort.

However, I didn't have an alternative. And something motivated me: I knew the rumor that the factory boss was screwing around. He's the son of the founder. The old man is 90 years old and started from scratch and now they're rolling in dough. This guy took the factory to new heights. He's married with two kids, but the rumor persisted. They say that death and horns don't save anyone... I'd add gossip. And in my hometown, there are more deaths caused by poisonous tongues than anything else.

The thing is that HR had to interview me. I made myself look like a reverend and went straight to the boss's office. I knew they wouldn't even consider me if I didn't do what I did.

When I got to the reception area of the office, his... secretary greeted me.

Ready, this guy is a prick, I thought. It was the first time I saw a type in Secretariat, not at a club.

The guy looked me up and down.

-Did you need something? -he asked, in a very clear tone that answered me at the same time: you're not going to find.
-They told me to come and see Mr. C....
-Ah, yes? Who told you? Is it Laura from Human Resources?
-I was told by the girl from Human Resources, but her name is not Laura.
I had no idea what her name was or even seen her face.
She looked at me attentively.
-Okay... -I fell.
He spoke into the intercom and, to my surprise, let me in.
When I arrived at the spacious office, the boss took a while to notice my presence. When he saw me, he put aside some papers, furrowed his brow, and said:
-I thought you were my son.
The secretary had said there was a boy and this must have meant the boys, or something like that, referring to his children, of course.
-Do you need anything?
-I'm actually here for work.
-Eh? You have to make a request and they'll call you from HR, I don't handle this, dear.
-It's just that I know I won't get hired and I really need it.
He looked confused.
-Excuse me, but I don't understand. Ask Mario to accompany you to see Paula, she'll be able to guide you, okay?
I turned around and locked the office door with a key.
-What are you doing, kid?
-I'm finding out if I'm well oriented -I said. And I put the key in my pants, trying not to let it slip away.
He didn't stop furrowing his brow. I supposed he didn't want to give up easily or surrender. It was also a risk.
I advanced towards him, made him touch my crotch and tried to kiss him. He refused, struggled, but said nothing. Silence gives consent.
I kept struggling to kiss him and when I finally reached him, although he's twice my age and not my type, I kissed him as if he were the person I liked most in the world, sucking every nook of his mouth and trying to reach his throat.
He relaxed soon, grabbed my crotch and returned the kiss passionately.
I started unbuttoning his shirt and discovered he was completely shaved (I have to admit it made me laugh a little). After leaving him with red lips, a bit Inflated and completely drooling, I started kissing him on the neck, touching his ass, pushing with my fingers, behind his pants, towards his ass. He endured all the moans, but was reveling fantastically. He made me warm up, making me like it a little more. They said something through the intercom, but I didn't hear what it was well.

He wanted to keep going, but I wanted to speed things up, so I kissed his nipples, went down his belly and quickly unbuttoned his belt. I pulled down his pants and started licking the head of his erect penis after some Calvin Klein underwear that I decided to leave even though they weren't my size.

I took off my shirt and pulled down his underwear until his ankles. Then, I swallowed a big load of that fat cock with prominent veins; it was slightly tilted to my right, so I twisted my neck to suck it as well as I could.

It filled my mouth, rubbing against the bell. I made a great effort not to vomit. I started sucking it desperately, moaning a little. Enough for him to think I was dying to suck it just for him, but not enough for them to hear on the other side of the door.

Just then, they knocked, and to make sure Junior (as I called him later) knew exactly where he should be, I made him turn around, leaned him against his desk, and started eating his ass. I sucked his ass like a hired gigolo (who must have known several). He got desperate and still tried to keep his voice clear when he said:

I'm in the middle of an interview. Don't bother me. Come back later.

Old fart, liar, haha. Well, I know... And what about a bottle? Anyway...

I spat on his ass several times (I couldn't suck it as much as I should have to make it hot because he was wearing old man perfume that you could smell even in his ass and it was unbearable). I stopped, pulled down my pants (I wasn't wearing underwear), and just when he said:

No, stop...

I screwed him and started... Make sure it can't sit down for a month. The guy turned red and the veins on his forehead stood out. He was closing his eyes with force, sweating, and trying not to groan, letting out sighs or exhalations of pleasure every now and then.

I was giving it to him without disgust or pause, opening his ass well and seeing with pleasure (and a bit of laughter, I don't know why) how my cock went in straight into that anus that must have had many fucks on top. I liked seeing the skin of his ass following the movements of my cock, inside and out, and getting redder, like a thermometer about to explode.

What do you know? I said, trying to treat him with you, while I was screwing him with all the confidence in the world. I really need this job. I don't know what... -the truth is, I was also sweating and sighing... I had gotten hot and was getting tired-. I don't like hard work, but what do I know... I know you'll get me something because I'm good, I am. I'm discreet, always want to fuck, but I hold back when I know it's not allowed... And you have no idea how much I love your cock and ass... Do I meet the requirements?

Yes, my life! -I didn't expect him to call me that, but I started screwing him harder in response to his acceptance-. Yes, yes... Give it to me hard and go in safely... Wherever you want... Yes...

He was more of a prick than I thought. I didn't understand how he had run the company, if with one fuck they made him do what they wanted. Not even I had tried very hard.

I pulled out, made him spin around on the desk, ran some things, threw others, and put him back down. He was done for. I lifted his legs and started putting in two fingers, seeing how his sphincter dilated and contracted. I started licking the outside, superficial part of the prostate, between the testicles and anus. He couldn't help but groan anymore, I was provoking an uncontrollable pleasure.

I massaged the area I was licking with my left hand while with the right one I would put three fingers in, and after four mete-saca, four. The promiscuous lifted his chest and lowered his head, breathing heavily, ecstatic. Finally, I tried carefully putting all five fingers in, and seeing that with a little effort they went in, I started sucking his circumcised cock, playing with the head and teasing him near the testicles. The fisting took it to another level of pleasure...

-I'm going to cum! -he exclaimed in a low voice, desperate, furrowing his brow and biting his lips slightly.

I stopped touching him. I grabbed two fibrons that were there and put them in my ass. I spat on my left hand, lubricated my butt, quickly adjusted myself over the desk, and started making myself come while shaking off the rubber as fast as I could. I used a bit of imagination to stimulate myself, imagined being caught by any of the workers I had seen before entering, and came on Junior's chest. He had finished before me, but I hadn't noticed.

When I felt the humidity in my ass, I lifted him up, dragged myself forward, and put my butt in his mouth. He resisted a bit, but eventually started sucking my ass full of his cum. When he got confident, putting one hand on my right thigh and the other on the cock, I moved. I slowly got off the desk, took his Calvin Klein, dressed, sucked him a little more, and left for the door.

-No, wait, what are you doing, dude?

I put the key in the door.

-Do I have work?

-Sí, sí, but come a bit that...

-Is it true? When do I start?

-Tomorrow, handsome. Ask Mauro, my secretary, he has everything written down for him.

-Buenísimo. Thanks, and hope we get together again... Chau.

I left the office and left the door open, with the old man in balls on his desk, full of cum and with two fibrons in his ass. The secretary got up, peeked inside, gave a nice start, closed it quickly, and looked at me with disdain.

-You're not the first one to...

make you aware - he told me. I was laughing on the inside. That day I was more of a slut than I am regularly. I checked to see if nobody was around and gave the secretary a kiss on the mouth. -Don't get jealous... Just then I left. After that, I went with my friend to get the old smell off me. He gave me the job of sub-secretary. He invented the position and practically don't do anything. I have specific tasks in a desk next to the secretary. But it's more what he fucks me than what I work. Until now, I've written these stories or part of them during working hours, regardless of when I upload them. After a week of work, I asked Junior not to use that perfume anymore and he listened. Let it be clear that if I call him old, it's because he's older than me, not because he's aged. In reality, at his age, he has an excellent state and appearance, but let's say he's old-fashioned. I also took the secretary and now he takes me to 10 with him, only that he likes to screw in hotels, no exceptions. Junior made me practice a 30-minute rubber shot while chatting with a client. He even changed his desk so it would be on his side and nothing from the other side could be seen. I just have to avoid making noise. At least I'm earning a salary, and leaving Junior and my old man happy, who no longer complains that I don't work, but is proud because, as I told him, the interview was so positive that they gave me an administrative position directly. But the truth is that the only thing I took away with me is Junior's cock... And he loves it, although I don't love it as much. What can you do? It's just part of the job.