The Intern Pt. 5 – Business Trip by Jboy69,Jboy69 After staying late with Rashad and Marco on Friday, I went home and sent them an email about joining them for the business trip. It would require a flight and hotel stay for 2 days, something I’ve never experienced before as an employee of a company. But I was more excited to spend time with the men who filled my ass and mouth at the same time.
5 am on Monday morning, I’m standing outside my apartment because Rashad sent a cab to pick me up. I thought that was very kind of him. A black SUV arrives and mentions my name. As I put my suitcase in the trunk, I hear Rashad, Marco, and Bilal chatting. To my surprise, we’d be riding to the airport together.
I hop inside and sit next to Bilal in the back. Everyone says good morning and we exchange pleasantries and jokes about how early it is.
“You ever been up this early before, Pete?” Marco chuckles.
“I.. uh well not really. I try to get my beauty rest!”
They all laugh and Rashad exclaims, “Well it’s certainly working!”
I blush but it’s dark enough that they can’t see. His compliments are kind, but they also stir something insatiable in me.
“You sleep well at least? It’s gonna be a long day,” Bilal whispers to me. He’s dressed relaxed in a t-shirt and thin shorts. His thighs are thicker than you’d think, and his shorts hug his crotch perfectly.
“Oh yeah, I went to bed early and all. Couldn’t miss this opportunity,” I whisper back.
He places a hand on my thigh. “I know what you mean. I’m so glad you’re joining us, Peter. I think it will be a lot of fun.” This time, he whispered close to my ear, his breath warm and dripping with lust. I felt my cock jump, remembering the time Bilal made me cum in the office bathroom. His hand found my crotch, gripping my now erect cock through my shorts.
“May I?” He whispers again. I nod my head. He pulls the leg of my shorts up, whipping my cock out. Gripping it with one hand, he lowers his face and I feel his hot breath against my head. His tongue touches the tip and trails down to my balls. Bilal doesn’t just suck cock, he’s almost an artist with it. One hand on my thigh, the other slowly stroking me as his tongue and lips get every inch of me wet with saliva. My cock is throbbing at this point, and he begins to wrap his lips around the tip. His head goes down, taking me in his warm wet mouth. I rest one hand on his lower back and another on his head, rubbing his hair while pushing him down to take all of me. He is an expert at that after all.
His slow sucking movements drive me insane, my cock can’t take it anymore. But he knows this and stops abruptly. “That’s it for now, Peter. Save it for later. Just wanted to get you riled up.” He smirks. My cock just sits there, full mast, dripping precum and spit. I sheepishly put it away. A little frustrated but I can’t tell him to keep going. It’s just going to make me extra horny later. But I’m sure that’s what he wants.
We arrive at the airport a few minutes later. My cock has gone soft by now and I feel less embarrassed to step out of the Uber and grab my luggage. TSA wasn’t much of a pain this early in the morning, thankfully. We breeze by and end up waiting near our gate.
“I have to head to the restroom, anyone else?” Marco asks.
“Yeah I probably should, hate airplane bathrooms,” I piped up.
Marco and I walk to the nearest men’s room and it’s quite empty. He walks to a urinal and starts to relieve himself. I stand next to him and do the same. After he finishes up, he shakes his dick and pulls his shorts up. Then I feel his hand on my lower back, trailing into my shorts and gripping my ass. My cock twitches at his touch. Marco leans in, “We’re gonna have lots of fun this weekend, I hope you’re ready. Want a taste of what’s to come?”
I kneel obediently and bring his soft manhood into my mouth. I can tell he showered this morning, but there’s still a hint of piss on the tip of his cock. I don’t mind at this point. My lips gently glide across his hardening cock. My own member is already standing at attention with my shorts at my ankles.
“Go ahead and play with yourself. I won’t tell. Just don’t cum. I’ve been instructed to not let you cum.” Marco smirks.
Rashad… he told Bilal and Marco to mess with me until we get to Houston apparently. It’s exciting but incredibly annoying to not cum. I’m guessing he wants a big finish later…
I grip my cock and jerk myself while Marco begins to fuck my face. Drool slips out of my lips as his pubes pound my nose and his hairy balls slap against my chin. Im clearly choking on his cock at this point but I don’t care. I don’t care if we get caught. I just care to make him feel good. My cock is slick with precum by now and my face is getting used like a fleshlight.
Suddenly, Marco stops, pulls out, and puts his cock back into his shorts. He tells me to get up and look decent. I fit my cock into my waistband hoping no one will see my raging, leaking boner.
“Can’t go too far! Boss’ orders.” Marco tells me.
We wash up and head back to our gate. The flight is ready to board and we all gather our things. Rashad was able to get us first class tickets since this was an important meeting. I end up sitting next to him for the flight. I’m guessing he did that on purpose…
“Oh look at that, we’re airplane buddies!” Rashad smiles real big with that handsome face of his. He’s wearing a t-shirt with gray sweatpants that fit his legs perfectly. Impossible to hide his bulge with what I know he’s packing under there. He might not even be wearing any underwear because I could make out exactly how his cock was positioned, balls and all.
“Oh yeah, funny how that worked out!” I reply sheepishly.
“No worries, it’ll be a good, safe ride with me by your side, I can promise you that.” He says, with a firm grip on my thigh.
“I don’t doubt it!”
The flight attendants give their speech and we’re getting ready to take off. They turn the lights off and we end up being the only ones in first class, along with Marco and Bilal.
The flight is pretty quiet for the first 30 minutes. We took off and were coasting for a few minutes until the seatbelt sign turned off. Rashad scooted himself forward a bit, getting comfortable I presume. His bulge became more prominent as he adjusted himself.
“You can touch it. I can see you staring at it. Don’t be shy, Peter. We’re well past that by now.” He nudges me.
I reach over and feel his thick cock through his sweatpants. I can feel his beefy balls hanging between his thighs. His cock starts to grow as I lightly stroke him through the cloth. I pull his waistband down and sure enough, he wasn’t wearing any underwear. His cock flops out, not quite fully hard yet. Hefty as can be. I keep playing with it until he’s fully erect. Rashad makes no sound, leaning back with his eyes closed, enjoying my touch.
I reach over and gently caress his chest, and find his nipple through his shirt. I give him a playful pinch and I feel his cock twitch.
“Careful Peter, that’s a one way ticket to getting bred by me.” He says sternly. But his words were full of lust, I’ve never heard him say it like that before. Something stirred in me, the thought of Rashad breeding me like some animal… I wanted nothing more in that moment. He’s done it before but hearing it from him just felt different.
I keep playing with his nipple as I stroke his fat cock. I look over and see Bilal has started sucking Marcos cock on the aisle across from us. His pretty little hole exposed with his shorts down. I could see his balls hanging but could tell his cock was rock hard as he was making Marco roll his eyes back. Eager to perform, I get on my knees and look up at Rashad.
“Such a good boy. You’re a real star intern, Peter. You’ve got initiative and the charm to back it up. Now suck this cock like the good boy that you are.”
I swallow his head into my warm mouth, tasting the precum that has built up from me stroking him. It’s like nectar to me now, I can’t get enough. I go a little deeper and look up as best as I can. Rashad is staring at me intensely. His tough hands gently grab my cheeks. Then I feel him pushing his cock in deeper. And deeper. I’ve trained myself for this though. I wanted to impress him. His cock reached the back of my throat, no past my throat it feels like. My nose smelling his freshly washed bush. My lips are stretched to the max and I can’t breathe but I hold on for Rashad. My own cock was leaking like a faucet at this point. I couldn’t control it, it’s an automatic response. I’m where I belong and my body knows it.
Rashad finally eases up and pulls himself out. I gasp for air, tears welling up from the lack of oxygen. Marco and Bilal were staring at us, eyes wide open.
“Damn Petey, I knew you were good but holy shit that was hot!” Marco was grinning ear to ear, acting like I wasn’t stuffing my face with his cock an hour ago.
Rashad chuckles and then starts to gently face fuck me. His massive daddy cock glides in and out of my mouth. I reach up and tease both of his hairy nipples as he has his way with me. None of us has cum yet this morning, but Rashad might be different. He’s the boss, he can do what he wants. He grabs the top of my head and my chin, stronger than before. His face is more focused as he speeds up his thrusts. He looks into my eyes with a domineering stare.
“Fuck Peter I’m going to feed you my cum for breakfast. You better swallow every drop or I won’t let you cum later.” Rashad groans. He pushes my head down and I feel his massive cock throbbing as he shoots his load into my throat. It’s too much, I feel it spilling out of the sides of my lips. I begin to choke but he’s still cumming deep in me. He finally lets go and I ease off his cock, resisting the urge to cough. There’s still cum dripping down my chin, down his cock and balls and onto the seat.
“You heard what I said right? Every drop.”
I wipe the cum off my chin and lick it off my finger. Leaning forward, I clean every drop off of Rashad’s beautiful manhood, his hairy balls, and the seat between his thighs. I desperately wanted to cum and had to make sure I don’t ruin my chances later.
“Damn Peter. You’ve got my cock twitching from just watching.” Bilal snickered.
“That was… very good. Exceptional. I knew you were a cum hungry whore the moment I met you and you just proved it to me. You wanted my cum so badly you licked the seat clean. We found a good one, boys.” Rashad caressed my face as I smiled up at him. I felt complete as the taste of his cum lingered in my mouth. I made him happy, relaxed.
I got up and Rashad put his softening cock away. My shorts were now soaking wet and sticky with my precum. Nothing I could really do about it. We sat back and relaxed for the rest of the plane ride.
This was a wild morning already…. I can’t imagine what they have in store for me later.
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