“I understand that you met Dumphry,” Johnny Cee said. He had called Cullen up to his office one day.
Cullen sweated and shifted his weight in his seat. Am I in trouble? He couldn’t tell. Johnny Cee was so hard to read. He sat there in his cheap suit, staring Cullen down. Today Johnny Cee was sloppy, compared to how he usually was — his tie was crooked, and he looked unshaven. He normally had a thick mustache but an otherwise smooth face. Today that bristly mustache was joined by a layer of fuzz over his chin and cheeks.
“Oh. Yeah,” Cullen said. I should have told Johnny Cee about Dumphry. He’s going to be furious. Cullen gulped. “Look, uh, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you he was sleeping here. He said he’d move on, that he’d find somewhere else to live.”
Johnny Cee glared at him. “No. You should not have. I do not accept your apology.”
“What?”
“You ain’t livin’ in yo’ whitebread world no more, young man,” Johnny Cee said, his more formal accent suddenly disappearing. He sniffled. “We don’t squeal around here.”
“So you wouldn’t want me to-?”
“Nah. Don’t tell me nothin’ I don’t need to know. If I ain’t gotta know where some nigga be sleepin’, don’t tell me. I can’t get in trouble for some nigga breakin’ in to sleep e’ry night,” he said.
“Oh.”
“So you done good. Did Dumphry ram you right? Huh?”
Cullen blushed. “Yeah.”
“Good. Did he give you a reacharound?”
Cullen’s eyes bulged out. “What?! No!” He couldn’t tell if Johnny Cee was joking or not. “Of course not, man.”
“What? He should’ve. Why you got a face like that? Do white people not do reacharounds?”
“No, I mean… Dumphry does that?”
Johnny Cee scoffed. “Boy, you don’t even get it. Niggas do it different than whiteboys. It’s just a handjob, and there ain’t nothin’ better than cummin’ in some asshole while that man you is rammin” is cummin’. I love that, and I bet Dumphry love it.”
“Really?”
He nodded. “Man, when I was in lockup — that was a long time ago, I was a young buck then — I wouldn’t ram no bitch unless I could get him off. I take all night to make him get used to my dick in his ass so I could ram that orgasm into him. It might take hours, but it’s worth it.”
Cullen nodded — was Johnny Cee serious? He seemed serious; he always seemed serious. But Cullen couldn’t imagine he really thought that way. “Oh. Well, no, he didn’t gimme a reacharound. I didn’t ask. I didn’t… It’s not a big deal. It’s okay.”
There was a long awkward pause. Cullen blushed and struggled not to fidget. Johnny Cee stared at him, his dark eyes drilling into Cullen’s soul.
“Okay, stand up and take off your pants,” Johnny Cee said with a sigh as though Cullen was forcing him into this.
“What?”
“I’m gonna do it. I can tell you got a crush on me. You have since I hired you,” Johnny Cee said. “It’s fine. My wife is makin’ me sleep in the office right now, on account of this girl I know — I don’t cheat on my wife, but I can’t stop them from talking to me, ya feel me? I can’t make ‘em not send me pics of they tits. Well, my wife won’t fuck me right now. So, y’know… I don’t wanna cheat on her.” He stood up and took off his jacket and tie. Then he glared at Cullen. “Well? Come on. Get your pants off. I got shit to do today.”
“Oh. Okay.” Cullen was excited, though scared.
Johnny Cee got naked quickly, tossing his suit onto the floor. He stood there and jogged in place, stretching, letting his massive cock flop around. When Cullen wasn’t fast enough, he snarled, bent Cullen over the desk and pulled his pants down.
“Don’t mess around. I let my wife go slow and tease me and shit because she got a pussy, and she the mother of my child,” Johnny Cee said. “You? You I just wanna get this over with, make you stop looking at me like a piece of meat you wanna eat up.”
“Can I taste your dick first?”
He paused. “Fine. But you best deep-throat me, right? I’m gonna ram ya throat real good, boy. Don’t complain about it.”
“Yes, sir, please ram my throat,” Cullen said.
Johnny Cee wasn’t kidding. He cornholed in a formal, business-like way. When Cullen grabbed his dick to put it in his mouth, Johnny Cee stopped him. He first carefully took all of his clothes and folded them neatly on his desk. Then he drilled his dick into Cullen’s mouth.
“No hands.” That was the only instruction he gave. He held Cullen in position, while Cullen’s hands flailed, and Johnny Cee rammed his dick into his throat. He tasted clean and soapy — Cullen could tell he used a coconut-flavored soap — and his dick got hard almost immediately.
He drilled his dick in and out, each thrust of his hips being equal in power. He pinched Cullen’s nostrils shut to help him swallow the whole cock, making him fill his gullet with that veiny shaft.
Johnny Cee showed no signs of enjoying this part of it. Cullen made eye contact with him and blushed. Johnny Cee’s face was placid and stony. He pounded Cullen’s throat as though he was obligated to do so, like there was something he needed to touch deep down there. Cullen knew he must feel good since he had gotten hard, but Johnny Cee showed no external signs of it on his face.
Then he pulled out. “You may take a breath, young man,” Johnny Cee said, as though that was a major accommodation he had been reluctant to give.
Cullen hoarsely gasped for air. He bent over, but again Johnny Cee forced him into a particular position — with his legs straight, folded over the desk. He even told him where to grip the edge of the desk with his fingers.
“You want somethin’ to bite down on?” Johnny Cee asked.
“No, sir, I want to-“
“Yeah, you do. Here.” He flopped his cock against Cullen’s ass while he put his ropy-muscled forearm in front of Cullen’s mouth. “Bite on my arm when it hurts.”
He didn’t wait for Cullen to respond. He jammed his dick in, making Cullen howl and bite down on his arm. Johnny Cee didn’t respond to the bite, he just kept forcing his shaft into Cullen’s ass. Every time he felt resistance he sternly clucked his teeth, slapped Cullen’s cheeks and pushed a little harder.
Finally he reached around and grabbed Cullen’s dick. Once again, he moved like a businessman, not a lover. He had made an agreement to jack Cullen off, so that was what he did. He wrapped his hand around Cullen’s cock, which was already hard, and began stroking.
“Alright, yeah, there you go…” For the first time, Johnny Cee’s voice betrayed the pleasure he felt. He moaned and shuddered.
He had been raised to believe it was okay to give a reacharound, but Johnny Cee would never admit he also enjoyed it. He was constantly coming up with new excuses to do it because it would be embarrassing if people knew he actually enjoyed handling men’s cocks.
The thing he loved most about it, however, was making them both cum at the same time. Cullen was so aroused by Johnny Cee’s cock slamming into his prostate again and again that it was easy to coordinate them. Johnny Cee slowed down his handjob until he was on the edge of his own orgasm.
And then he finished Cullen off just as he finally crossed the line into his own climax. Johnny Cee grunted and smiled. Cullen screamed as intense pleasure wracked his body.
They went on like that for eons, Cullen thought, spraying his own cum over Johnny Cee’s hands. Cullen bit his lip hard enough to draw blood. The most potent orgasm of his life ripped through his body, while he shot a massive load that puddled on the floor beneath him.
Cullen’s ass filled with Johnny Cee’s creamy hot cum. It was thick and sticky, and Cullen could feel it seeping into his flesh. He licked and sucked on Johnny Cee’s muscled forearm. The more that poured into him, the more Cullen needed it, the more he rubbed his face all over Johnny Cee to relieve the tension, like a stressed-out cat. He gasped and suckled on his firm skin, and he slurped up the sweat that collected there. It was tangy and warm.
The heat from Johnny Cee’s body seeped into him slowly, more and more with every passing moment. Cullen wasn’t sure if he was still cumming or not. It was impossible to tell because he had shot such a huge load.
Finally they were both done, utterly spent, and Cullen could do little more than gasp for air beneath him. Johnny Cee pulled out of his ass and sighed. He rested his dick on Cullen’s spasming asscrack, chuckling as Cullen squirmed underneath him. Cullen’s ass dimpled and squeezed around his shaft.
“You satisfied, whiteboi? How was that?”
“That was amazing, sir. I think I love this job.” Cullen giggled. He took a deep breath. “I’m so glad I work here.”
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