The problem wasn’t just his sudden success. You see, his looks had changed, too. Maybe the others didn’t remember him as well. But I’d looked down on his upturned face while he sucked my c**k; I’d pressed my body against his, rubbing my naked balls along the crease of his hot groin. I’d had a little more time and opportunity to study him, hadn’t I? Intimately.
“What’s up with your eyes?” I asked him. It was a Wednesday lunchtime, and I lit the cigarette he had cupped in his hands, the pair of us huddled in the cold backyard where they banished the anti-social smokers. My initial hostility had taken a bit of a backseat since he re-joined the company. He was trying to stay one of the staff despite being the boss, and I was curious to know how he was going to keep it up. And as the last smok
