Date: Fri, 20 Aug 2010 22:22:27 -0400
From: Greg Camsucker <greg.camsucker@gmail.com>
Subject: Professional Cocksucker: Part 1 - The Interview

Author's note: This is the true story of my job.  I posted about it to a
website, and I thought Nifty readers might enjoy reading about it.  The
original posts varied in length.  I've combined some of them into longer
installments, but there will be some shorter ones as well.

Last week I had a job interview at a company near my house. I got ready, put
on my suit and tie, got my resume and things together and headed out. I
timed it so I'd be about 5 minutes early, and the receptionist told me to
take a seat and that "Mike" would be right with me.

Well, there are a lot of guys named Mike, and I didn't think anything of it.
Until the door opened and out walked...Mike, who's been a regular feeder of
mine for about three years. He's married, about 6'2", heavyset but carries
it well. He has a perfectly-shaped 6" cut cock that I can never get enough
of. I silently cursed, because I knew there was no way I'd get the job, even
though I was perfectly qualified.

Mike acted like he was meeting me for the first time, and of course I
followed suit. We walked into his office, and he offered me a seat. He then
closed the door behind him, turned around, and locked it. He now had the
hugest grin on his face. I knew where this was going, and my cock sprang to
full hardness. He sat down in his chair, dropping his khakis as he did. He
wasn't wearing any underwear. I had expected to fake my way through an
interview, pretending I'd never met him. Instead, he said what he always
says when he comes over to my house: "Here you go, cocksucker."

I was in shock to say the least, but I am his cocksucker and I don't have
the right to say no, no matter what the circumstances. I got on my knees in
front of him, and started sucking. I love working Mike's cock, and he loves
the way I do it, which of course I'm grateful for. I held onto his office
chair with my hands, since hands are not a cocksucker's tool, and I gave him
20 minutes of hot, wet head. He's a quiet cummer, so when he finally
rewarded me with his cum, it was unlikely that anyone heard him. I always
keep his cock in my mouth when I'm done sucking him, and I generally suck
him for twice as long after he cums than I did before. With one exception
(that I should write about sometime) he never cums again, but once he gets
past the initial sensitivity, he is in pure ecstasy and I am in focused
cocksucker bliss.

It didn't quite work that way this time. Recently Mike has started getting
rough when I suck him off. He's generally pretty laid back, so at first he
was a bit reluctant to ask me if I would be OK with it. Once he brought
himself to ask, though, and I told him that of course he could smack me
around a bit if that was what he wanted ("of course" because I'm that kind
of submissive cocksucker), he let go of his inhibitions and started using me
hard when he felt like it. So as I began my usual post-cum routine and began
to nurse his cock back to an erection, he backhanded me and said "I don't
have time for that, cocksucker. Get up."

I got up. As Mike zipped up his pants and got himself in order, he pointed
to a box of kleenex and told me to clean up. I didn't leave any of his cum
behind, of course, but I had drooled all over my beard and his chair. I
wiped up, and asked him if he was as surprised as I was.

"I know your address by heart, dude. Why do you think I don't have underwear
on?"

HR had forwarded him my resume, and he knew it was me from the address. He
knew all along that this wasn't an interview, that he was going to be
getting his cock sucked. When I was done cleaning up, he pointed to the door
and told me to leave. I was pleased that I was able to service Mike and give
him pleasure, especially in a place like his office, which was clearly very
exciting for him. But like I said before, I was bummed out that I wasn't
going to get the job.

I walked out, a bit self-conscious because I wondered if the receptionist
had heard anything or if I looked like I had just been on my knees sucking
her boss's cock. I was rock fucking hard the whole way back home, but I
never jerk off after I take a guy's load. His orgasm is pleasure for us
both, and I feel disrespectful if I use his pleasure as a jerkoff fantasy
right after I suck him. It feels to me like I'm using him to get off instead
of the reverse.

The next day, I sucked off another regular, and again I didn't jerk off. The
day after that, I finally reached the point where I was crawling the walls
and I had a long, slow jo session of the sort that leaves me hot and spent
and sweaty. I tend to just lay in my bed for a half hour or so when I have
that kind of a session, and after about 20 minutes my phone rang. I looked
at the caller ID, and it was Mike's company. So laying there in a puddle of
sweat and cum, I answered the phone. I still don't believe that it happened:
I got the job.

I am definitely qualified to do the work, but I didn't have any kind of an
interview. I was wondering what the deal was for a while, until Mike called
me later to talk to me about coming in to discuss some project stuff. I told
him I had been wondering about the whole situation and I was shocked that I
was hired. That was when he told me that he had gotten to know me well
enough over the years to know that I could do the job and I'd be a good
employee, so he didn't need to interview me. Then he made clear something
that I still haven't wrapped my head around: Yes, he expected me to do the
work that the company thinks I was hired for, but guys, I just got a job as
a cocksucker!

[addendum]

I start work next Monday. The main reason Mike only came over once a week
was that he didn't have the time to get away. I'm expecting that I'll be
required to service him every day. It's hot just thinking that at any minute
of any workday, I could be called to his office to suck his cock. Not only
*would* I never say no, because I'm a cocksucker, but I also literally
*can't* say no. If you get called in by your boss and tell him he's going to
have to wait, it's going to raise a lot of questions. No excuses, no
rescheduling, no nothing. It's going to be suck on demand, just the way it
should be.

I honestly wish I cocksuckers could sign a document waiving our right to
complain about sexual harassment in the workplace. Then we could all put on
our resumes that our skills include sucking cock, and companies could know
that they could hire us and we'd not only do our work, but we'd also keep
the company working smoothly by making sure that the real men who we work
for don't go around frustrated because their needs aren't met.

At least Mike knows that he can use me and there will be nothing in it for
him but the pleasure he requires. He knows my cocksucking ethics and he
knows that I would never let my own irrelevant needs get in the way of a
man's pleasure, or cause a man any difficulty because he allowed me to have
the privilege of servicing him.