Job Seeking

I’d been on this highway countless times. I hated the drive, as the rush hour traffic was a pain in the ass. However, today was a little different. You see, my job was eliminated two months ago, and I wasn’t on my way to work. I was just trying to get about 10 miles up the road to go home.

While I was sitting in traffic, I was watching the guy who’d pulled over on the side of the road. He was having some sort of car trouble, but I couldn’t see exactly what, as I was sitting too far back, not moving at all by the way. I could see he was on his cell phone, and it wasn’t a pleasant conversation.

As I inched a little closer, I noticed he was very well dressed, and was driving a Mercedes. Must be nice! I drive a ’96 Saturn. Paid for, but some things aren’t fair, nonetheless. Anyway, he took off his jacket and opened his trunk, and pulled out a spare tire.

I watched him loosen his tie and start to unbutton his shirt. All of a sudden, the traffic wasn’t too important anymore. He took off his shirt and he was wearing one of those wife beaters, and all I could focus on was the hair over his torso, up and over the shoulders, standing a couple inches above his skin. The shirt mashed down the hair it was covering, and I was in awe.

As I inched closer, I decided to pull over to see if I could “help”. If nothing else, it would give me a chance to stare at this guy’s chest for awhile. As I got closer and pulled over, I noticed the thickness of his hair and the combination of salt & pepper. Very dense hair covering. Very thick, with no visible skin. Just my type!

“Do you need some help”, I asked.

He just looked at me, and told me that he called AAA but they wouldn’t be able to get anyone through rush hour traffic for an hour or so.

“I have a meeting in 30 minutes,” he said, “and at this rate, there is no way I’ll get there. This is one of the biggest meetings of my life, and I’m stuck here in rush hour traffic with a flat. I only have four more miles to go to get to the Bayer Hotel and Conference Center”.

OK, so I decided to be the good guy. I had nowhere I had to be today. I had an interview in the morning, but for now, I’m just a guy who’s willing to help.

“I’ll tell you what. If you want, you can take my car to your meeting. I’ll fix your flat, and will meet you at the Bayer Center after I get things fixed.”

He looked at my car, and looked at me. “Hey bud,” I said, “I’m not the one with the problem here. If you don’t trust me, and think my car is a piece of shit compared to yours, then you’ll just have to miss your meeting”.

He looked at me and apologized. “It’s not that,” he said. “It’s just that no one is that nice these days and I’m wondering why you are doing this.”

“I just happen to be a nice guy”, I said, although I imagined tearing this guys clothes off and giving him the fucking of his life.

“Go ahead, take my car, and I’ll meet you later.”

“Thanks,” he said, “I owe you. By the way, my name is Samuel Waterman.”

He hesitated, but thanked me, gave me his keys, put his shirt and tie on and got in my car, and took off.

While cars continued to pass me, I changed the guys tire, and drove up to the next exit to get it fixed. An hour or so later, I pulled up at the Bayer Center, and pulled into the garage. I walked into the lobby, and as I was checking with the front desk, I noticed Mr. Waterman walking down the hall with a couple of other guys, shaking their hand. He noticed me and come up to me.

“Thank you again! If I hadn’t made it to this meeting, I would have missed out on the biggest business deal of my life. Is there anything I can do to repay you?”

Fuck me, suck you, lick me, etc, I thought, but I said, “No, I was just trying to help”.

“Let me at least buy you lunch”, he said. Free lunch? Why not? A chance to continue to stare at this god!

As we ate, I told him about my unemployment. He told me a little about his job, although I didn’t pay much attention, as I was staring into his beautiful steel-blue eyes. He must have been in his mid-fifties. Good looking, well groomed, well dressed, expensive suit, etc.

“So, after she caught me having an affair, she kicked me out”, he said.

I must have missed that part, as I was too busy imagining what it would be like to fuck this guy! Ooh, where my imagination went!

“Listen, I’m really grateful for what you did. Is there anything I can do to repay you?”

I figured I had nothing to lose. I’d never see this guy again. “Well,” I stumbled, “I don’t mean to offend you, but I find you very attractive. I’d really like to give you a blow job!”

I was waiting to see if he’d punch me in the face, but I have this feeling that he wouldn’t.

“You want to give me a blow job?” he said. Here is was, a slow motion punch. “If anything, I should be the one giving you a blowjob. I think I can accommodate that. Let’s go up to my room.”

In the elevator I couldn’t help but stare at him. God! He was good looking! He had a moustache, and was the type of guy who could grow a beard over the weekend if he wanted to. He was that kind of guy who had to shave up past his jaw line. His five o’clock shadow probably started by 2:00 PM. He turned to me, and at the same time, we reached for each other, and he gave me a deep kiss. He smelled so good, and I was starting to get a hard-on. He slid his hand down to my crotch and started to rub. I was hard in an instant! His tongue was so far down my throat I thought I’d choke. Then the elevator stopped. As the doors opened, I staggered out, following him down the hall to his room.

As we got into his room, he began again, shoving me against the door, and jamming his tongue down my throat. I was in awe. I could smell his cologne and felt his muscular body pushing against mine. He started to undo my belt buckle and pants, and shoved his hand down into my crotch. I was so hard! Fortunately, I’ve been blessed, as I have a cock that I’m proud of. It’s about 7” limp and gets to close to 9 ½” when hard. I’m cut, and have a great pair of loose balls. While he’s massaging my balls, I realize what attracted me to this guy in the first place.

I start to unbutton his shirt, while also undoing his pants. Soon, his shirt is off, and I see the pelt I saw before, but now, I want more. I push him back, and turn him around and push his back against the wall. In a matter of seconds, I remove his shirt and see the most beautiful chest I’ve ever seen in my life. Thick hair, at least 3-4” covers his entire torso. As I run my fingers through it, I slide his pants down and reach inside his boxers. I’ve hit the fucking jackpot as this guy is HUNG! Just from sliding my hand up and down his cock, I can tell he’s uncut. I drop to my knees and start to suck on this magnificent piece of meat!

I’ve given many blow jobs in my life, but this was a challenge. I’m not sure how long he was, but he was also thick! I was going for it. I was gonna get that entire thing in my mouth if I died doing it. Slowly I started to suck, and pulled more and more into my mouth. He was at the back of my throat and I was only a little over half way. I kept taking more and more. He started to moan, but I was determined to take it all before he came. I kept sucking harder and pushing further until I felt my moustache reach pubic hair. I had it all! He was starting to shudder, and said he was going to come. He started to pull out, but I grabbed his balls, and sucked even harder. He got the message that I wasn’t going to let go, and he started to come, and cum, and cum! It was going down my throat, and white jizz was soon coming out the sides of my mouth. There wasn’t anything about this guy that wasn’t amazing.

After he was done, he pulled me up and started to kiss me again, with his sweet but salty cum in both of our mouths. He said he wanted me to fuck him. Oh my god! What next! He took me over to the bed, and started to caress me. His hand traveled from my chest slowly down to my crotch. His eyes met mine, and he kissed me again. Then, he turned over and told me to fuck him as hard and long as I could.

As I stared at him, I couldn’t help but notice the pattern of hair on his back, how the hair grew, how the whorls of hair were in a perfect pattern. It went from his back, around his sides, to his chest. Who is this guy? He was nothing but perfect.

He had his hand on my cock and guided it toward his asshole. Slowly, I started to push it in, a little at a time. We hadn’t any lubricant, but my pre-cum did the trick. I massaged the head of my cock against him, and slowly started to slide in. He was so tight, but I was determined to give him what he wanted, so I started to push, and within a few strokes, gave him all of it. He winced, and I could feel his sphincter tighten around my cock. I was going to ride this out as long as I could, although I knew it wouldn’t last long. Soon, I started to come, and I filled him with everything I had. I didn’t know I could hold that much cum.

I pulled out, he turned over and we kissed again, and lay in each others arms. I felt the hair of his body against mine, and although I didn’t have much left in me, I felt my cock tingle at the touch.

In the morning, I told him I had to leave to get ready for my interview. I went home and showered, jacking off in the shower as I thought about the night I spent with him. I had to hurry or I’d be late.

I got to my interview and met with the HR Director. She gave me one of those cursory interviews and told me to wait in the conference room for my interview with the owner. I was nervous as I needed this job. I wasn’t as knowledgeable about the company as I should have been, but I knew they had a good reputation, and I knew my background would be a good fit.

As I sat there, the door opened, and my heart dropped. Samuel Waterman walked in, the guy I’d sucked and fucked the night before. What the @#$% I thought! What is this?

“Sorry, Harold,” he said, “But I didn’t want to tell you last night who I was. In the bar, you told me about your unemployment, and about your interview. I didn’t want to spoil things by telling you who I was. I didn’t want you to think you had to fuck the boss to get ahead. I could tell from our conversation earlier in the evening, in addition to your sexual talents, you are a good businessman and that you’d be a great asset to this company.”

I just looked at him. On one hand, he was the greatest night of my life. On the other, he would be the guy I’d work for.

“I can tell what you are thinking”, he said, “You seem to have some trouble separating the two. Maybe if I would reciprocate, you might see that my hiring you has nothing to do with sex, but what you can bring to my business.”

Later that evening, I met him again in his hotel room, but this time, he performed every imaginable sex act on ME! I knew I was falling in love with him, and it turned out to be mutual.