From Boss to Boyfriend, Chapter Seven

Obviously, there was an original reference for Mike, but if you’re interested in who I think of for John, it’s somewhere between Roger Sterling from Mad Men and Daddies by EZE’s Matt 2.

“So,” John broke the stunned silence, “I suppose you were a bit too busy to notice my email.” The slender, silver-haired man just smirked as Mike stammered unintelligibly and I bent down to pull up my briefs and trousers, feeling the warm cum dripping from my ass soak into the fabric. 

John raised a halting hand and said, “Calm down, Mike. Can’t say I blame you for punching a hot ticket like Avery Appelbaum, and my lips will be sealed, as long as his aren’t.” He unzipped his fly and fished out eight inches of cock as pristine as the man himself, unblemished shaft rigid as steel and an engorged mushroom head glistening with potent precum at its end.

“Fuck,” Mike and I muttered in unison, but our tones diverged. My mouth watered at the sight of the handsome man’s married meat, but Mike scowled and possessively gripped me by the shoulder. He stepped between us and said, “Come on, John, he’s not a toy I can let you play with. He’s my… uhh…”

“Well,” John frowned and sucked at his teeth as he propped his hands on his hips, “that’s a bit of a sticky wicket, isn’t it? Busting a nut in the hot boy down the hall is one thing, but being romantically involved with a subordinate is risky business these days.”

“You know it’s not like that,” Mike protested.

“I could be convinced,” John reminded him, craning his head to meet my eyes. “How about it, son? I bet you wouldn’t mind one bit.” His combination of looks and charms was almost intoxicating given my taste in men, and my silence was deafening.

Mike turned to look at me, crestfallen, as he loosened his grip. “You don’t mind?” He asked, almost sounding hopeful that I’d protest.

“What choice do we have?” I reasoned, trying to stifle my heightening anticipation. “It’s just a blowjob, after all…”

“There’s a good boy,” John said as he tapped his Oxford shoe impatiently, “get on your knees before I change my mind. That ass did look rather fuckable…”

Mike’s face reddened with a mix of rage and shame as he let me pass and watched me sink to the floor at the silver fox’s feet. I could feel his eyes burning the back of my head as I looked up at a grinning John and leaned forward to plant my lips over the shining tip of his swollen rod.

“Aww fuck,” he sighed, sliding his fingers through my hair, “that mouth is an absolute marvel, son.” Goaded onward, I let my mouth open wide around his mushroom head and tightened my lips over his shaft as they dragged down its prodigious length. As soon as my face was buried in his soft trousers, John boasted, “You know, I can’t wait until the next time I run into your father, knowing I’ll have busted a nut down his son’s throat.”

I winced a bit. The Laffertys did tend to run in the same circles as my own family, despite the distance between their New England origins and our own on the West Coast. Still, I was glad I’d buttoned up my pants because the sordid notion was embarrassingly exciting to me.

“Jesus, John,” Mike exclaimed. “Don’t be an asshole.”

“Hey, you had your fun and now I get to have mine. Besides, it looks like you’re almost ready for an encore just watching your golden boy toy polish my knob.” I angled my head as much as I could with John’s hips pumping his cock between my lips, and he wasn’t lying. Mike’s wrinkled trousers were drawn taut around his revitalized cock. “He’s quite the insatiable little cocksucker too. Perhaps we’ll have to do this again sometime.” John teasingly winked down at me.

“Just get this over with and bust your nut, dude.”

John chuckled, “You’re eager for me to feed your boy a nice, hot load of Lafferty jizz, huh?”

“I’m eager to be done watching my boyfriend suck another man’s cock.”

“Oh, ho, ho!” John exclaimed. “So he is your boyfriend.” I blushed as he pushed my head back until just his tip was between my lips to look up at him. “You hear that, Avery?” He taunted, shivering with pleasure at my mouth sucked at his tip. He looked back toward Mike with a grin and said, “Your boyfriend certainly seems to love sucking another man’s cock.”

Mike let out an animal growl, so feral it momentarily pierced even Lafferty’s interminable confidence. But John managed a diplomatic smile as he said, “Come on, Mike. We’re not fucking neanderthals. There’s nothing to be so jealous about. Hell, if you can truthfully tell me you’re not turned on by the sight of this hot little queer sucking my cock, I’ll zip up and leave you be right now.”

I hoped Mike couldn’t tell how I sucked that much harder at the prospect of being denied John’s load, but there was no doubt the man himself noticed as he rolled his eyes back and let out a little sigh. Mike was quiet for a long moment before he finally said, “Sure, it’s hot in a certain way.”

“There’s a good sport,” John encouraged. “Come on, I only got a glimpse of that big dick of yours. No sense just standing there…”

Behind me, I heard the telltale sound of a zipper lowering before the older man above me grinned and exclaimed, “I’m not one to be easily impressed, but damn if that isn’t a marvelous cock. Come on and let your boy see how hard he’s making you.”

Mike’s heavy footfalls came closer until I felt the warmth of his body right behind me and he pressed his still-wet meat against the side of my face, as rigid as ever. His voice was husky when he asked, “You like sucking that cock, Avery?”

With a nod and a moan, I buried my lips down over the base of John’s shaft and made him groan with sudden pleasure. Mike’s hand joined John’s on my head and urged me on as he stroked his fat dick against my ear and dripped in my hair.

“Fuck yeah,” John rasped. “He’s really going for it now. Keep urging him on.”

Mike’s hand gripped me hard as his crotch pressed against me, jamming me back and forth along John’s big dick as he growled, “That’s it, bitch. Choke on that fat cock like the little queer you are. Make him bust a big nut down your whore throat.”

I trembled with pleasure on my knees, gagging on a gushing manhood, between the two suited men as they grunted and groaned above me. I could feel John swelling as he leaned back against the door and leaned his head back, but hardly realized what was happening when Mike circled to stand behind him and squeezed his cock tight right below the knob of his head. 

Mike spurted huge globs, of the same cum still dripping from my ass, all over my face and into my hair just as John’s hands clenched my ears and buried his member down my throat to shoot two thick ropes straight into my esophagus. He loosened his grip just enough for me to pull back and let that spewing cock fill my mouth while I struggled to swallow. Inside and out, I was sprayed down by my boss and his own boss with the whole office on just the other side of the door behind them.

And still, after it all, the thing that had made my heart race quickest that day was the moment Mike called me his boyfriend.