By Larry C. Kephart
Begun September 19, 2006
There was a knock at my office door. “Come in.” I said. It was the Floor Foreman, Sam Reynolds. “Sir, it’s about that new kid on the production line, Ron Lovell.” “What about him, Reynolds?” I asked. “Well, at first he caught on to the work really well, and has been keeping up with and even surpassing the older employees in quotas.” He reported. “Lately he has been slowing down and looking really agitated and nervous. He told me he has been having some personal problems at home.” He continued. “I told him that his personal problems should not follow him into the workplace.” The Foreman concluded.
“Send him to my office, Reynolds. I’ll find out what’s going on with him. I used to be a teen counselor in my college days.” I stated. A few minutes later, a soft knock on my door announced the young man. “Enter.” I called out. “You wanted to see me, Sir?” The young man said sheepishly as he eased in the room. “Have a seat, Mr. Lovell.” I said matter of factly, without looking up from my papers. “I’d rather stand, if you don’t mind, Sir.” His voice cracked as he spoke. “Okay. What’s been lowering your production quotas?” I asked as I looked up at the young man. He was standing behind the high-backed chair, with his hands folded on the top. His forehead was creased with worry and fright. “I hear you’ve got some personal problems at home.” I said before he had a chance to respond.
“Well, Sir, it’s really personal and I can’t really reveal it here.” He said nervously.
“You know you are still in your six month probation period. If you want to keep you job get it out of your system and do it quick.” I said with authority. “Now, sit down!” I insisted. “Yes, Sir!” He said as he moved around the chair and plopped down. “Ow!” He cried out. “Sorry, Sir. I told you it’s real personal. I have an awful stiff member and can’t get any relief.” He confessed. “No sex at home? Why not? Your wife got a permanent headache?” I pumped him. “I’m not married, Sir.” He lowered his head as he answered. “Your girlfriend mad at ya?” I probed. “No, Sir. No girlfriend either.” He said with a tremble in his lips.
“Well, can’t you just masturbate?” I inquired. “I tried that often at home, but it doesn’t help. I need more than that, Sir.” He said with tears forming in his eyes. He looked so innocent and pure. He was like a child who had spilled some milk and knew his parents would be mad at him. His face was moist with beads of sweat. His brown eyes were cast downward as his light brown hair fell across them. His cheeks were flushed and pink. He was really adorable and handsome at the same time. His skin was a medium tan color like a surfer kid. He had an average build, but his muscles stretched his shirt like it was a size too small. His breathing was ragged and his chest heaved with worry.
“What did you do before this problem arose? (I chuckled.) “Sorry about that!” I apologized. “Well, Sir, that is the problem. My boyfriend always gave me head.” He sobbed. “He left me for a big black stud about a week ago. I can’t get an orgasm without his hot mouth on it.” He blurted out. “He was so talented with his lips.” He said as he wiped his eyes. I called my secretary on the intercom, “Margaret, please hold all my calls, I’ll be in a conference for a while.” I grabbed some tissues from my desk and handed them to the troubled young man as I locked the door.
As I sat back down behind my desk, I asked Ron to show me his problem. His head rose slowly as he stared at me in disbelief. “You want to see my cock?” He asked as if it were an impossible task. “Yes! Come on around next to me. I want to get at the root of the problem, quickly.” I said in a business-like tone. Ron slowly raised himself from the chair and limped the few feet to my side. His boner was rock-hard and pushed his pant leg forward obscenely. When Ron was near me, I placed my hands on his belt buckle. His hands quickly covered mine. His eyes pleaded for me not to go further.
“It has to be done, to save your job. Don’t you see? I was once young as you are now!” I explained. His hands fell to his side as I unbuckled the belt. Ron closed his eyes as I unfastened the snap and lowered the zipper. It was difficult getting the pants down over the jutting boner. He had a bikini cut swimsuit with a very prominent pouch. It was filled with plum sized balls that rose and fell with each heartbeat. His cock was sticking out the left leg opening, but was tight against his abdomen. It was leaking pre-cum like a fountain. I grabbed it gently and pulled it away from his body. He moaned out loud.
I caught the dribbling stream on my tongue before it fell onto the floor. “Oh, Mister Silvan!” Ron sighed. He grabbed my head and eased it towards his aching member. My mouth was ready. I took the entire eleven inches down my throat in one thrust forward. It was a thick one, stretching my orifice to the limit. I used my tongue as best I could to tickle the underside back and forth. I eased off the log a few inches then used my “Hoover” action to bring it back in. His crotch hairs tickled my nose as I twisted from side to side, maximizing the stimulations. In and out, side to side, suck and release!
Ron only lasted a couple of minutes before he blasted my tongue and throat with a thick river of salty and sweet treasure. He squealed in his orgasm and held my head on his exploding shaft. I swallowed hard and fast. He had a lot to give and I wasn’t going to let it get wasted. He literally collapsed on top of my back, exhausted. When he recovered his strength, he stood and slowly withdrew his spent cock from my ravished lips. He was about to pull up his pants, when I stopped him. “This conference has not concluded yet!” I said as I wiped my mouth with my sleeve. I reached over and felt the weight of his balls. “These are still ripe and full.” I explained. “You need more therapy to get full relief of your problem.” I counseled.
I called Margaret on the horn and had her send Sam in to our conference. I let Sam in and relocked the door. I told him of the employee’s progress, so far. Sam gave him a glance and went over to where he was still standing.
Ron looked a little stunned as Sam began to undress in front of him. Sam was a big man. He was authoritative and strong as a lumberjack. His muscles were huge, but well proportioned. Not like those body builders who pop every vein at competition. His body was mostly hairless, except for the middle of his chest, his pits and crotch areas. His hair was jet black and cropped close to his head. He had a little curl on the side of his forehead. His nose was broken in an accident and bent to the right a bit. His face was very handsome, like a cross between Cary Grant and the young Elvis. He had a thin moustache gracing his upper lip. His hands were large and sprinkled with black hairs. They went down to his flaccid ten incher. It wasn’t flaccid for long.
Sam went over to Ron and fell to his knees in front of the lad. He cupped Ron’s orbs in his grip and squeezed them lightly. Ron squirmed and moaned as his cock started to swell to rigidity once again. Sam engulfed Ron’s dick as I had. He went full to the root in one swift movement. “While Sam is attending to your main problem, is there anything else your ex did to help you reach orgasm?” I asked Ron. “Well, he usually fucked me a lot after sucking me.” Ron confessed again. “I had a feeling that might be the situation.” I told him as I took off my tie. I quickly got out of the rest of my clothing and revealed my own body to Ron. He let out a deep sigh as he beheld his boss in the buff.
I stand well over six feet tall and am packed with muscles from working out each night at the gym. My abs are slim and ribbed with knots and valleys. My butt is full and round, but not flabby. My legs are thick and strong to support my nine and a half inch, log jammer. My sack contains two tennis balls, loaded with juice. I am a fucking machine. My cock is wet from anticipation as I slip on the oversized condom from my desk. I grab the canister of lube and move behind Ron.
I spread some lube on his tight hole as he whimpers and bends over Sam. Ron supports himself on the edge of my desk as I stick my digits in to loosen him up. One, two and then three fingers go in. I would try for four, but my dick is ready to fire off any minute. I warn Ron to hold tight. I position the head on his opening and shove forward. Ron bites his lip as he muffled his cries. I hit home! Ron is stretched wide, but satisfied by the pummeling I am giving. He is gasping for breath as Sam sucks the second load out of his man-sack. I hug Ron’s chest with my large forearms and nuzzle his neck with kisses. My abs are getting their workout early as I thrust forward and back in Ron’s ass.
“I am coming!” I say as I withdraw and remove the rubber. Sam immediately takes my cock in his maw and receives my cream. There is a lot, and some dribbles from the side of his mouth. Sam lets my cock go and stands. He grabs Ron by the arms and gives him a big kiss, passing the mix of cums into his mouth. Then I wrap my arms around the both of them and let my tongue mix with their kissing. “Men! This conference is only in the first stage.” I stated. “We will continue tomorrow at the same time. Now, we have quotas to fill, so back to work.” I commanded.
Ron is now a much happier and more productive employee. Mr. Reynolds and I have a daily conference and I have a new plaque on my wall stating: “There Is Always Time For Employee Relief.”