We were just chatting, light stuff, when Don caught me taking one of my frequent glances at the bulge in his pants. The office was nearly empty for Labor Day, but I had some work to do and apparently he was in the same boat.
He stood up from his spot, seated on the edge of my desk, and towered over me. Even on Labor Day, the VP was clad in one of his trademark grey suits, and he struck an intimidating pose.
My heart raced with fear of a forthcoming yelling, firing, or even beating, but my fear turned to anticipation when I observed his bulge snaking down the leg of his light pants. Don unzipped his fly and casually whipped it out, filling my nostrils with the smell of his manhood.
Without a word, the big—and growing—man starting jerking off above me. He kept his free hand planted in his pocket as he worked his beautiful cock. Mesmerized, I simply sat and watched until Mr. Nelson started grunting over me as he came close. The first powerful surge of cum landed right on my face, shortly followed by a second across my chin.
He kept shooting, splattering me all down my shirt and taking special satisfaction at spraying on my crotch. When he was finally finished, he gave his schlong one last whip and sent a final glob right at my forehead. He then packed himself back into his pants and said, “Well, time to get back to work.”
When I was a kid I thought your 20s were supposed to be fun, not filled with perpetual anxiety about financial stability and constantly feeling like an unaccomplished piece of shit.
That’s because it was fun for baby boomers and they basically gave us this impression it would always be like that, but then they ruined the economy.
das right - I don’t watch ANY television. If I wanted to have my intelligence insulted on a daily basis I would still be living with my ex.
I may not get a lot of pop cultural references but I don’t think that I am missing out on any actual culture
"Did you have a nice nap, boy?" Wayne tapped his boot into my side to wake me as he and Rick stood over me. Everything was bigger in Texas and these towering giants with their heavy bellies were no exception.
Rick spoke next in his thick Texas drawl, “Nobody told you what happens to guys who fall asleep on the job, did they, kid?”
They both chuckled and Wayne reached down to pull me to my knees as he said, “Nah, Rick, I reckon he knows. I reckon it’s a price this city boy thought he’d be happy to pay.” I was frozen on my knees between them as Rick stepped forward and pushed his bulging jeans against the back of my head as Wayne unzipped his fly in front of me.
Rick’s hands teamed up with his crotch to hold my head in place while Wayne fished out his manhood and forced it past my lips. I could barely open my mouth wide enough, but his groans in pleasure told me he didn’t mind. Based on the rate at which he was growing in my mouth and the weight of the bulge against the back of my head, I’d found two more things that were bigger in Texas.