Joey the intern

I looked up from the mountain of paperwork on my desk when I heard a knock at the door. I saw Mitchell, the managing attorney, pop his head in the door.

"Hey Blake. Got a minute?"

"Of course, Mitchell, what's up?"

"I just wanted to introduce you to your new intern."

As we shook hands, he quickly glanced down at my crotch. He was stealthy about it, but I caught it. I wasn't surprised; my 8 inch thick cock was sitting heavy in my jockstrap that day. Normally, I didn't wear it to work, but I was in a hurry that morning and hadn't done laundry. Now I was glad that I had. I had seen that look plenty of times, both in and out of the office. He wanted it - he might not have realized it then, but he wanted it. He might not have been gay, he could've been bi, maybe even just curious, but either way he was going to get it. I didn't give any clue that I had seen his glance. Why spoil the fun, especially in front of the boss?

"Well, I have to go, Joey," Mitchell said as he exited, "but I leave you in Blake's very capable hands."

I let him talk while I soaked him in. I watched the way he moved his lips, licking them between sentences. Damn, I couldn't wait to get those lips wrapped around my cock. The more he talked, the more I spread my legs. I wanted him to be getting just as good of a look at me as I was getting at him. His eyes kept darting between my face and my crotch. I reached down and adjusted my growing cock, causing Joey to pause mid-sentence. Oh, yeah - this twink fucking wanted it.

Normally, I didn't fuck at work. Don't get me wrong, I had in the past, but I was trying to be more careful. But at that moment, I was in the mood to fuck. And not just fuck, but destroy. I wouldn't have been so brazen off the bat, maybe waiting until at least after lunch to ruin this twink, but work had me stressed out, and I needed to blow off some steam.

"Nice," I said, snapping out of my daydream. "Well, as you know, interns get the shit used out of them around here, getting run in all sorts of directions without complaining. I'm hard on my interns because I expect them to be the best, not to make me look bad. Is that going to be a problem?"

"No, sir," he said immediately. "I aim to please, and will be the best you've ever had. You won't hear a single complaint about me."

He had no idea how much I'd make him eat those words.

I reached around and grabbed his crotch. Just as I had expected, he was rock fucking hard. This just made me grind my cock against him harder. I gave his dick a squeeze and he moaned even louder.

"I couldn't hear that, did you want me to stop?"

"I- ugh, fuck..." he moaned helplessly. This bitch was as horny as I was, he couldn't even think straight.

"God, no, please... Don't stop, I've just- I've always had a fantasy like this... The moment I saw your muscles popping out of your shirt, I-" he moaned, still unable to finish his thoughts with how much he was enjoying himself. "And your bulge, I wanted you to take me right that moment."

He reached around and squeezed a hand between us. I let him get a good feel of my rock hard cock before removing his hand.

"You're my intern, boy. You do what I say, remember?"

"Yes, sir," he panted back, cheeks flush.

I let go of his cock and ran my hand up his body until I got to his mouth. I ran my fingers over his lips and he instinctively opened his mouth. I slid two fingers in, quietly ordering him to suck while I continued grinding against him. He took no time sucking on my fingers, getting them nice and wet, not even gagging once. He was a hungry little fag, and I was ready to feed him. While he was sucking one hand, I used the other to undo his belt and unbutton his pants. With one motion, I pulled them down. Pleasantly enough, he was also wearing a jockstrap. I withdrew my fingers from his mouth as I took a step back.

I turned him around and pushed him down to his knees. He immediately reached up to grab my belt. I pulled him back by his hair, forcing his face up towards mine and slapping him with my other hand.

He got a little over half of it down his throat before gagging. He tried to pull away, but I grabbed him by the back of his head and forced him to take the rest of my cock. My balls hit his chin and I held him there for a few moments. Without letting go of his head, I pulled my cock almost all the way out before shoving it back in. He gripped my thighs as I began to facefuck him. Tears and spit were running down his face as I used his pretty boy mouth like my own personal fuck toy. I did this for a few moments more before releasing his head, pushing him off my cock and grabbing him by the chin.

"Open that mouth, boy." He did it with a smile. I spit into his mouth and let go. "There's some lube in my top desk drawer. Go get it." I made my way back to the couch and sat down. My 8 inch cock was standing straight up, shiny from Joey's spit and throat juice all over it.

"Go ahead, bitch. Get daddy's cock nice and wet for that pussy."

Joey opened the lube and coated my cock even more. He jerked me off until it was slick as fuck.

One... Three... Six... Nine shots of cum flooded his guts, and I collapsed on top of him.

If I wasn't afraid someone would come to check on him, I'd be using my cum as lube for round two. I walked over to my desk and pulled out a rag to clean myself up. then threw it over to Joey who was still panting on the couch.

"Clean yourself up, boy. We've got work to do."

"Yes, sir," he said with a weak smile.