The Job Interview

[likedaddies]

It was bound to happen eventually.  My private sex life finally crossed into my normal everyday life.  From the outside the world saw me as a typical straight acting, skinny, furry, late twenties gay guy, they would never have suspected that I was such a slut.  Until I applied for a job at the truck wash.

 

I had seen the job posting online for a night cashier at the truck wash a few exits down from where I lived and had applied for it by sending my resume in an email.  Unfortunately, just as I hit send and there was no way of retrieving my email I realized that I was sending my resume using my hookup email, takeloadsfromdads@yahoo.com.  I tried in vain to press stop before the screen changed, but I just wasn’t fast enough.  I tried everything I could think of to recall the email, but it was no good, it was out there.  I imagined that some thick middle-aged human resource lady would take one look at the email and just delete it based on the email address.  But what if she didn’t?  I couldn’t reapply for fear that she would realize what it meant.  If they contacted me I had already thought of a way to spin it into a freight meaning, I just had to think of what the acronym ‘dads’ might be.

 

I let it go and kept applying for jobs the rest of the night.  At some point I fell asleep at my desk and woke up around 11pm.  There in my in-box was a response from the truck wash.  My heart practically jumped out of my chest as I clicked to open the email.  There was only one line of text, “If you really want the job, come down tonight before 4am.  Craig”  Now my heart was really racing.  Had he noticed my email address?

 

Deciding I needed the money more than my pride, I took a shower, then put on a pair of jeans, a pac-man t-shirt, socks and my leather boots.  I would have put on underwear normally, but as I was tight for cash I didn’t want to spend money on laundry.  I printed out a copy of my resume, put it in a folder and headed out.

It was almost 12:30am when I got to the truck wash.  It sat behind a truck stop next to the fuel island where the big rigs fill up.  I parked my pickup and went to the window where the truckers pay for their washes.  Behind the window was an older guy with tats, a grey fu manchu moustache, wearing a worn out Harley tank top.  He didn’t smile or act like he gave a shit if anybody was at the window.  He didn’t really even look up; he just knew somebody was standing at the window as he counted the one dollar bills in his drawer.  “What.”

 

“Hi, I’m looking for Craig.”

 

He still didn’t look up.  “Who are you.”

 

“I’m Adam.  I-I-I’m here about the job.”

 

One eyebrow went up and he suddenly took an obvious interest in me.  “Go around the left and knock on the door that says manager on it.  Stay close to the wall in case the washer starts.”

 

“Yes Sir.  Thanks.”

 

He grunted and I could feel his eyes on me as I walked away.  I walked in between the machinery for the car wash and the brick wall that made up the structure.  About half way down there was a door that said ‘manager’ on a well-worn plaque that was intended to be used in such damp conditions.  I knocked and waited just as a rig started pulling into the bay.  A man in his late forties with a little bit of a beer gut and a full beard just starting to go gray opened the door and motioned me into the office.  To the left was a desk with a bunch of filing cabinets behind it and two non-descript office chairs facing it. In front of me was a couch that looked as though it had been there since the place opened in the early eighties.  It was orange with wood accents and looked like it had never been cleaned.  To the right was a two-way mirror that looked out onto the gruff man that had given me instructions and a door into his little area.

 

I didn’t realize it until the glare of the fluorescent bulbs in the wash bay were on the other side of the door, but the office was pretty dark, most likely to make the two-way mirror more effective. 

 

“So you’re Adam.  Here, sit down, let’s talk.”  He pointed to one of the stationary chair facings his desk.

 

“Thanks for getting me an interview so quickly.”

 

He sat directly in front of me on the corner of his desk.  He was wearing a cheap button-down shirt tucked into a pair of very old and worn jeans.  There was a big worn spot over his left front pocket where his keys must have usually been.  Due to how low I was and how high he was, my line of sight was pretty much at his crotch.  I either had to strain my neck to look up at him or stare at the bulge in his jeans.  “No problem.  Have you done this type of work before?”

 

At that point I started to relax and the situation went from hyper-sexual in my mind to just a normal interview.  We chatted for about twenty minutes about my work history, all the time I kept glancing at his crotch.  Every time I would look I would see something new.  First I noticed that the thinness of the fabric allowed me to see the definition of his cock and balls.  Then as a I kept answering questions and glancing I noticed the ridge around the head of his dick. As we talked and he adjusted himself I noticed he had a PA in the head of his cock.  This got me so excited I had to cover my crotch with my folder to hid my semi-erection.

 

“Well Adam, you certainly sound like what we are looking for.  I just have one more question.”

 

“Yes Sir.”

 

“What’s that email address all about.  Takeloadsfromdads?”

 

I could feel myself get instantly hot and flushed.  He just laughed a little, got up off the desk and locked the door that I had come through.  I sat frozen in my chair as he moved behind me and sat on the couch with his legs spread wide.  “Come here.”  I got up with my folder still in front of my completely hard cock that was dribbling pre-cum in my pants and stood in front of where he was seated.  He snatched the folder away from me.  He felt my erection under my button-fly.  “Looks like you could use some more room in there.”  He yanked my well-worn jeans open and my six inch dick jutted out at him like a flagpole on a skyscraper.  “Nice.” 

 

In an instant his hot mouth enveloped my dick.  As he sucked my cock he pulled my jeans down, took off my boots, slipped my jeans off and put my boots back on me.  His thick weathered fingers cupped my ass cheeks as he pulled me in and out of his mouth.  Slowly and methodically his fingers inched towards my asshole until he was probing my ass up to his first knuckle.  Feeling how tight my ass was he spun me around, bent me over and started deeply tonging me.  He was so into eating my ass his drool was running down my taint and dripping off my tightening balls.  His beard felt amazing against my hole! 

 

As he got my hole wetter and wetter he started getting one finger after the other into my ass until he had three fingers probing me.  His rough knuckles were better than any anal beads that had ever been used on me.  When he had my hole open and pliable he turned me around to face him.  “Get on your knees and suck my cock.”

 

“Yes Sir.”  I lowered down onto my knees between his legs and undid his fly.  He lifted his ass up, allowing me to pull his pants down.  His thick uncut cock was only partially hard so the excess of his foreskin was loose and hanging from the end of his cock, held slightly open by the piercing through the head.  His balls were huge and almost hairless.  I pulled them out from between his legs, tongued them, rubbed them against my face and watched his cock get rock hard.

 

“So you take loads from dads?”

 

“Yes Sir.”

 

“Where do you take them?”

 

“That’s up to your Sir.”

 

“Good boy.  Get your feet up on this couch and stick that ass in my face.”  I put a foot on the outside of either of his thighs as he grabbed my waist, pulling me towards his face and his tongue entered me.  I was just able to bend over enough to play with his piercing and foreskin with my tongue.  He guided my waist down until I could feel his thick cock and piercing pressing into my hole and then he let go of my waist.  “Sit down on it.”  I slowly felt the piercing and his cock push past my sphincter and gasped a little as my hole went past his thick mushroom head.  “Come on whore, you can do better than that.”  I tried getting more in, but it was so thick and my hole felt so stretched.

 

Craig must have felt my resistance and was tired of waiting for me to get used to his pulsing cock entering me.  Suddenly he grabbed my calves and pushed them out from under me, slamming my ass all the way down on his cock.  I couldn’t help but scream from the intense pain.  I could barely catch my breath.  To take my mind off the pain in my ass Craig took both my nipples in his hands and twisted them hard.  I screamed again and continued to try and get a footing or ahold of something that would let me lift off the enormous cock in my hole.  “Stay still boy.”  He grabbed my cock which was still hard and covered in pre-cum.  “Looks like you like a little pain.”

 

I don’t know if it was my internal programming or if I really did like it, but my answer was “Yes Sir.”

 

He picked me up off the couch and tipped me over onto the dirty grey industrial carpet.  My hands and feet were on the floor with my ass in the air.  He leaned over, got the leather belt from his pants, looped it under my hips and fastened it behind me, effectively making a handle to use me with.  With the feeling of spit hitting the juncture of his cock and my hole he started pounding away at my hole.  The girth of his cock coupled with the minimal amount of lube that was drying up at every moment made me scream with every stroke.  Every time he plowed into me and I screamed I could feel his cock swell with the pleasure of my pain.  It wasn’t long before I could feel his warm seed flooding my ass and dripping out of my hole. 

 

He held me tight as his cock continued to pulse and push out the last remnants of his cum.  He took his cock out of and yanked me around by my hair.  “Clean off my cock.”  Even in the dimly lit room I could see a slight hue of red from the damage he had inflicted on my hole.  I could taste blood and cum as I sucked his cock clean.  Once he was satisfied that his cock was clean, he pushed me back on to the floor.  “Good boy.”  I started to get up and was pushed down again.  “You’re not done.”  He put his pants and shoes back on and headed to the door that led out to the booth with the gruff cashier.  “Stay.”

 

“Yes Sir.”

 

Craig went out to the cashier area and with very few words alerted the gruff man in the Harley tank top that something was waiting in the office.  The man got up as Craig took his place behind the window.  He walked in and found me on the floor.  “Nice.”  He patted his thigh like he was calling a dog.  “Come here boy.”  I crawled on my hands and knees over to where he stood.  He patted me on the head with one hand while the fingers on the other hand probed my ass full of Craig’s cum.  “Craig opened you up good.”  He wiped his cummy fingers in my hair and on my face. 

 

“Undo pants and get my cock hard.”  I unbuttoned his fly and pulled his cock and balls out.  It only took a few strokes of my tongue and his cock was hard, resembling a long beer can.  He pulled my mouth off his cock.  “Go on boy, get up on the couch and stick that ass out.”

 

“Yes Sir.”

 

I got up on the couch with my knees on the cushions and my arms against the back.  He slapped my ass hard.  “Put your feet on the couch.”  I put my feet on the cushions, but I apparently still wasn’t in the desired position.  He grabbed my balls with one hand and lifted me up while pushing my feet to the deepest part of the couch, making my ass stick way out and keeping me off balance.

 

Without any warning he shoved his beer can cock up my ass and fucked me hard and fast.  I screamed for the first two minutes as he pummeled my ass.  Once I got used to his pace I started to enjoy and want his cock in me, but all to soon I felt his cock explode in my ass.  Once he had pounded his last drop of cum in me he took his cock out, wiped it off with my t-shirt and headed back to his position in the booth as he buttoned he cock back into his pants.

 

Craig came back into the sad little office as I tried to catch my breath.  He fingered my hole, feeling the huge amount of cum in me.  “Damn, Danny really filled your ass up.”

 

“Yes Sir.”

 

He kept playing with my hole and rubbing his cock.  Before long I was hearing the sound of the fly of his jeans being pulled apart and then feeling his cock stab into my worn hole.  He fucked me fast and quick.  It only took a few minutes before I felt more cum being left in my ass.  As before he had me clean off his cock before putting it back in his pants.

 

Craig threw my cum covered shirt and my pants at me.  “Get dressed.”

 

“Yes Sir.”

 

Once I was dressed I stood in front of his desk.  “Did I get the job?”

 

He looked up from his computer and smiled.  “Come back tonight for your second round of interviews.”

 

“Yes Sir.”

 

With that I exited his office, got back in my pick up and drove home.  All the way I kept thinking how hot it was going to be to squeeze the three loads out of my ass and use it to jack off and finally blow the load that had been building up through three fuckings.

[sam_puppy]

Fuck that was hot

[TTFN]

Now that is the kind of job interview I would like.

Please let us know how it goes tonight.

[sleazebugga]

Fuck yeah. Very hot story!