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A gay sex story: The Boss Pt. 01 I’d finally got into marketing. After years of working a deadbeat job & networking with people who clearly had no time for me, someone finally took a chance on me & I got a low-level entry job at a high profile firm with one of the countries biggest marketing teams.
I was in. Now all I had to do was prove myself.
The team I got in was great, they were very welcoming & showed me the ropes over the first few months, but then I was pretty much on my own after that. Left to fend for myself as I delivered my first campaign in market. And I fucked it up.
Turns out the wrong creative assets had been dispatched somehow & went live, resulting in regulatory fines. Great. This was not how I wanted to prove myself.
My team showed me who they really were. Pretty much threw me under the bus in the meeting with the CMO, legal & other key business partners.
It was becoming clearer by the minute that my future at the company was in question.
As the meeting adjourned and people started filing out of the room, the CMO asked me to stay behind.
Soon enough, the door closed & it was just the two of us. ‘Here it comes, I’m a goner’ I thought to myself. He was sitting on the other side of the meeting room, so I walked over to where he was sitting.
His name was John Greaves, a dominating high profile figure in the world of marketing, and not a man you wanted to get on the bad side of.
My marketing career was about to end before it even took off.
He broke the silence first. ‘I see potential in you’, he said. ‘Chalk this one down as a slip up. Happens to the best of us’.
I couldn’t believe it, I was gonna get a pass. Man I was lucky.
He continued, ‘Besides, you’ll have plenty of opportunity to make up for it and prove yourself worthy of this company, and of me’.
As he said those last words, ‘of me’, he unzipped his pants & his cock sprung out.
I stood there looking down at it in disbelief. I then looked at him & he just looked straight back at me. Stared straight through me.
‘Wh what, um, what are you doing’ I stammered.
‘What the fuck do you think Im doing boy?’ He said. ‘You fucked up. And now you need to pay for it. If you want a career at this company, think very carefully about what comes out of your mouth next. Or should I say, what goes in your mouth’.
‘But, um, ah, Im not gay sir. I’ve never, this is not what I w..’
He cut me off, ‘This is not what? Not what you want? That’s what they all say, until they’ve had dick. It all changes after your first time, believe me. Now stop talking, get on your knees, and take my dick in your mouth or you can find yourself a new job’.
What was I to do? This was my career here. I’d finally made it, and now my world was crashing around me. Just like that, after one meeting.
I could report him to HR, I thought, but that would likely kill my career too. Its my word against his, & who’s gonna believe me? I just started working here.
I decided I didn’t have a choice. Fuck it, I thought. What’s one dick. I’m sure as hell not gay. I’m comfortable with my sexuality. Who’s gonna know? Plus Ill just think of pussy the whole time or something.
I knelt down in front of him. His cock was sticking out of his pants, semi erect. He was quite big. I could smell it, I could smell him.
I put a hand on each of his knees and wet my lips. Hesitating a little, not quite sure how or where to start.
‘Oh for fucks sake’ he said & he just grabbed the back of my head & pulled me down onto him, his cock forcing its way past my lips & down into the back of my throat. He held me there for a while, my nose pressed against his stomach as he was completely inside my mouth, until I forced my head off him to catch my breath. Saliva poured from my mouth & left trails streaming down to his cock, like little rope bridges.
‘Now look at the mess you made. Lick my cock clean but don’t swallow it’.
He made me lick all the saliva from his cock. I sucked & the little spit rope bridges disappeared into my mouth quickly. I then sucked around the base of his cock where little pools had formed & licked my way up his shaft & tip of his cock until it was mostly clean. I now had a mouthful of spit.
‘Good. Now spit on it’.
I spat everything back onto his cock, and he immediately grabbed my head & forced my mouth back onto him, forcing it to the back of my throat. Everything was completely wet. I coughed & choked & saliva splattered everywhere out the sides.
He then pulled my head back & started face fucking me hard. I was powerless in this moment. My hands on his knees, my head locked in place with a vice like grip. My mind wandered & I began to lose the sense of where I was. I couldnt even think properly, like I was losing brain cells each time he shoved his dick down my throat.
I then came to my senses just as, well, just as he came too. He let out a great moan & I felt jets of cum shoot down my throat. He kept face fucking me as he was cumming, load after load of warm sperm shot into me. Then he let go of my head, & I pulled myself off him. His cock slowly popped out of my mouth & twitched several more times as the last of his cum was spurting out the sides. I gasped for breath.
‘Now look at the mess you made boy. Clean it up’, he said.
I went to get up to find paper towels or something but he pulled me back down.
‘What the fuck are you doing? I said clean it up’, as he stared at me.
Knowing there wasnt really any other option, I started licking his cock clean.
‘I want you to swallow it all’.
I did as he asked.
When i was finished, he zipped himself up & dismissed me from the room.
‘Off you go now. Consider this a formal warning. You’ve done some good today, but you’ll need to do more to prove to me you’re worthy to work at this company.
You’ll hear from my me soon on a few things I have in mind for you.’
I staggered out of the room, and as the door closed behind me, it hit me like a ton of bricks. What the fuck did I just do?! And what the fuck had I got myself into!
That night at home, I didnt sleep all that well.
The next day I came into the office as usual and went about my work like nothing had happened. Nothing was even mentioned about my fuck up a few days earlier, it was as if Id dreamt up the whole thing, which made me wonder, did I dream up that other stuff too?
I had a meeting in the afternoon with senior leaders, including the CMO, and he’d actually sent me a note asking me to get there earlier so he could brief me on something ahead of the meeting.
As I entered the room he waved me over to where he was sitting at the head of the huge board room table, which was as wide as the room & sat at least 16 people.
‘Thanks for coming earlier. I trust you haven’t forgotten what we discussed?’, he said.
It definitely wasn’t a dream.
‘I haven’t forgotten’, I said.
‘Good. Now get under the table & suck my cock’.
Shit, not again. How often am I going to have to do this? I was silent & didn’t respond. Just looked back at him & pleaded with my eyes, but the look I was getting back was dead serious. It burned into me, & beat me down to the point where I had no other option but to climb under the board room table, take his cock out of his pants & start sucking on it.