billthedrake: drakestories: It was a big deal. Con-Tex Consolidated was my first big client since ta
billthedrake: drakestories: It was a big deal. Con-Tex Consolidated was my first big client since taking the job and under my watch they’d decided to bring all of their subsidiary business to us as well. A huge feather in my cap and one that got me noticed by our CEO. Mark Jansen. All great news for a 32 year old newbie. Things kicked up a notch two months ago, when Jansen had pulled me aside. “Con-Tex can’t say enough good things about you, Driscoll,” he said. “How they’re doing this just because they like working with you. It’s gonna piss Reilly off to no end, but I’m putting you both as co-agents on the sale. You real this one in and you’re splitting a big fat commission check.” I was taken aback. It was unprecedented and more than the money was a vote of confidence from the head honcho. He saw my surprise and excitement and got a serious look on his face. “Mind you, you’re gonna work your ass off for the next couple of months, to make sure I look good when I go out there with you guys for the final presentation.” “Yes, sir!” I answered. Gone was the first name basis Jansen had always asked employees to be with him. It was automatic, an acknowledgment that he was the big boss. I worked as hard as Jansen expected and then put in even more time. I had no social life, no sex even for two months, but sometimes you gotta focus on your career. I guess the steam I’d built up needed a release. And I was ripe for the picking. Especially when we were out West, in that hotel, and Reilly had gone to his room early to prepare for tomorrow. “You need to turn in early, Driscoll?” my CEO asked as we finished a round of drinks at the hotel bar. “No, sir, I feel very prepared for tomorrow.” “You better be,” he said as he signaled to the bartender for another round. Uh oh, I thought, as the beer loosened me up and as I sat less than two feet away from this distinguished executive. He’s hot. Really smoking hot. Tailored suit, trim body, just the right amount of gray hair for his job, the right amount of weathering on his movie-star handsome face. It wasn’t the first time I’d noticed Mark Jansen or had a bone for him. But my sex drought was making these thoughts come faster and harder than they should. If Jansen noticed, he didn’t let on. If anything, his hands made contact with my knee or back to emphasize a point as he talked about the business and the changes that millennials were bringing the company. “The world’s changing and fast,” Jansen said, his eyes now boring into mine as we were engrossed in conversation and I was engrossed in his looks. “I think you younger guys are bringing some much needed changes,” he continued. “Like with diversity. You don’t have the hang ups that guys my age had. Like the LGBT stuff. It’s great we have a corporate group for gay employees. Helps us attract good talent.” He paused and I couldn’t help but think there was some subtext he wasn’t talking about. My horny imagination, to be sure. “We want to make sure we’re doing what it takes to make you happy.” Again, for emphasis he put his hand on my knee and the contact made my dick jump. “Thank you, Mark,” I replied. “That means a lot.” He took another sip of his nearly empty drink. I was making progress on mine, too. “You know, back in the day, guys my age, it was different then. Never had a label for it, or an affinity group. But you wouldn’t believe the shenanigans we got into on business trips.” His eyes looked up into mine. Challenging. “Still do.” I swallowed hard. Fuck, is Jansen hitting on me? How the fuck should I answer. “I bet.” There. Nice and non committal. He held up his now empty glass. “I think I should head up to my room. It’s getting late.” “Yessir,” I said. Realizing I was disappointed this heart-to-heart conversation with the CEO was ending now. At least I’d have something to think about jerking my cock alone that night. He signed the tab and we got up and walked over to the elevators. When we were out of earshot of the other guests and the hotel workers, Jansen spoke quietly. “Feel like joining me, Driscoll?” I looked over, surprised. He had one hell of a poker face. Probably how he got to where he was. I nodded excitedly, hopefully not too excitedly. “Yes, sir.” I could tell he wanted to correct me, to tell me to call him Mark. Instead he smiled and clipped my shoulder with his hand and ushered me into the opening elevator door. Feeling his hand on the small of my back as the elevator rode up sent my libido through the roof. I wanted to attack this attractive man right there, but instead just gave him a dumb horny smile, which made him nod down to his crotch. There, in his suit, he was erect and stroking his rod through his pocket. My CEO, the guy I’d listened to on so many conference calls. Fuck! The ding of the elevator broke our spell momentarily and Jansen stepped out into the hall and strode confidently toward his room, me two paces behind. The click of the door and the whoosh of the air and there we were. In the dark, mouths meeting, his hands grabbing my younger more muscular body as we made out like naughty teens. I was keyed up but Jansen must have been too. Or normally he’s a take charge kind of guy. Cause he reached down with his free hands and unzipped. Hauled out his erect, dripping dick. And pushed his other hand on the back of my neck. Downward pressure. “Please, Driscoll,” he moaned. “Suck my dick.” I didn’t have to be asked twice. Though this is the sort of thing that could make my job or end it. I knelt down and took Mark Jansen’s hard-as-nails 7 and a halfer into my mouth. Or rather opened my lips and let the man push inside. He huffed and gently thrust his hips. He knew how to fuck face without it being too much. He also knew how to go long enough to work up a head of steam and he knew how to let it blow, a thick heavy load of ten spurts into my mouth and throat as I closed my lips around his spurting cock and rode it out. *** So now we sat, across from one another, getting ready to enter the boardroom. Jansen reclining into the leather seat, arms to the side, relaxed, his legs crossed. His handsome smile encouraging me. He was confident, which made me confident. “Let’s win this sonabitch account,” he said to me and Reilly. An oldie of mine -- source link