More Than a Suit: John

More Than a Suit: John By J.D. Walker “Harder! Please!” I begged as my ass was shown no mercy, doggy-style. “You think you can take more, you little slut?” Bruce something-or-other grunted as he plunged into me, repeatedly. He was one of the guys I’d picked up that night at the club. The other guy, Tony-whatever, was on his knees in front of me, stroking his fat c**k as he waited for his turn to pound into me. “Yeah,” I panted through the harsh rhythm. “I can take it. Come on, man.” I loosened my grip on the blanket to place my hands on the thighs in front of me. Tony grabbed my hair to jerk me forward a little bit so my mouth lined up with his c**k. Bruce paused long enough for me to take Tony’s c**k inside my mouth. Then, working in tandem, Bruce f****d me from behind and Tony from the front. I was completely in my element, the holes that kept on giving. It was so good, being a sandwich, being stuffed at both ends. When it was this hot, I didn’t need anything else to make me come. And I did, all over the bedspread beneath me, squeezing Bruce hard enough to make him come with a shout. I swallowed around Tony’s c**k so that he yanked me off of him quickly and spurted all over my cheeks and nose. Best facial ever. All three of us collapsed on the bed and each other after everyone pulled out, Bruce holding the condom so it didn’t slip off in my ass. He threw it unceremoniously on the floor. I landed in the wet spot, of course. Bruce and Tony arranged themselves on either side of me, breathing heavily. I closed my eyes as I let loose the grin of the well-f****d. I napped a little, and when I woke up, my s*x gods were gone. Oh well, maybe I’ll get a cuddle next time. Men and s*x—my favorite pastimes. I enjoyed going out to clubs, staying out late and getting f****d as many times as possible, something I didn’t see changing any time soon. Though I will admit to the wish of waking up in someone’s arms the next morning, every once in a while. But life was too short to worry about things like that, wasn’t it? So many men, so many condoms! I got out of bed to clean up in the bathroom. Looking in the mirror at myself in the harsh overhead light, I noted my tired eyes and the c*m that had dried on my face. I looked well-f****d, but worn out. Maybe getting laid so many times in one weekend was a bit much. Especially since it would be Monday morning real soon, and I hadn’t finished my analysis for my boss and friend, Tobie Mendez. s**t. With a sigh, I washed up, changed the bedsheets, and wandered into the living room to turn on my laptop. I had work to do. * * * * “You okay, chico?” Tobie asked as he watched me guzzle yet another cup of hot, black coffee. We were sitting together in the break room mid-morning on Monday. “Eh, a little tired, but okay.” “Those numbers looked good, by the way. Thanks for getting that done.” “You can always count on me. You know that.” “I do. But I always worry about you, too. Burning the candle at both ends is a young man’s game.” “You saying I’m old?” “I’m saying it’s getting harder for me to get up in the mornings, and I don’t go out as much as you do.” “I’ll be fine. I don’t need as much sleep as a lot of people, even though I will admit to being really tired after a long weekend.” “I don’t know how you do it.” Tobie shook his head. “Anyway, I have a fun assignment for you.” I glanced at him and saw the evil smile on his face. “Whatever it is, no.” “You’ll like this, I promise.” Skeptical, I just stared at him. “Fine, don’t believe me,” he huffed. “Go on,” I said. “Lee Pearce is one of the two interns we’ll be getting for Acquisitions. Remember those days?” “God! I’d like to forget, thank you very much.” I thought back to the weeks of worrying whether or not I’d measure up enough to score a permanent position. The competition was fierce because EnerGen International was a highly sought-after company with very exacting standards. That’s why it had lasted so long in the business. “Yeah, I know. So, the other intern, Ross Haven, will be working with a senior analyst. He starts next week. I want you to be Lee’s mentor.” Okay, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad having a minion I could corrupt. “I haven’t met him yet,” Tobie continued, “but from what I’ve read in his file and the buzz in HR, he’s pretty smart. Should keep you on your toes.” “I’d like to see him try,” I said with a smirk. “Just be gentle with him, okay?” I smiled enigmatically and kept drinking my coffee.