Date: Fri, 9 Oct 2009 16:56:54 -0400
From: Peter Rodman <pdrodman@gmail.com>
Subject: JOB INTERVIEW SUCK-CESS Part 2

JOB INTERVIEW SUCK-CESS
Part 2 (of 5)
By Peter D. Rodman    pdrodman@gmail.com
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SUMMARY

Part 1 -- A job applicant arrives for an interview as an executive's
personal assistant. An important requirement is daily sucking off the
executive. The applicant has to blow the gay personnel director who'll
select the three best semi-finalist mouths to return to perform on the
executive (the one who gives him the best head will be hired). Straight
until now, the applicant gives it his all and makes the cut. He goes home
for blow job lessons from an experienced gay man.

Part 2 -- The applicant returns a week later and gives the executive the
best blow job he's ever had.

Part 3 -- The executive summons the personnel director whom the applicant
blows again via a glory hole while the executive watches.

Part 4 -- The executive takes the applicant to lunch.  Before dessert
arrives the applicant sneaks under the table and gives the executive
another blow job.

Part 5 -- The applicant's hired. While meeting with the personnel director,
this time the applicant (who now realizes he's really a gay man) receives a
blow job from him.

[The strong emphasis on gay male oral sex is no accident --- since it's my
greatest obsession.]  ______________________________

It's the following Tuesday, exactly one week later, and Derek Foster once
again finds himself in the first class cabin of a plane about to land in
Denver. While he expects much of this trip to be similar in many respects
to the one he made the previous Tuesday, still this time he knows in
advance he faces the challenge of an ultimate performance on his part --- a
sharp contrast to the previous week when he was called upon without warning
to demonstrate a skill he didn't even know he had, taken totally by
surprise.

Today his appointment later this morning at Landon Enterprises is with the
legendary Richard Landon Ph.D. himself, the founder and president of the
well known and highly successful Fortune 500 biotech firm. He's in the
final stage of the application process for hopefully being hired as the
executive's personal assistant. In terms of his near (and who knows,
possibly long-term as well) future, there's a lot riding on this interview
for Derek. He's spent the past week doing almost nothing else but preparing
himself for it to the utmost of his ability. He's fully aware that he's
competing with two other highly competent candidates also seeking to land
the position. He wonders if each of them spent time getting ready for his
interview with Dr. Landon like he has, and if so, in exactly what manner.

The circumstances are most unusual and have Derek feeling a complex mixture
of emotions. Last week he met with Kent Lancer, the personnel director, who
took him totally by surprise when it was made clear Derek was expected to
suck his cock. Derek went down on his knees and gave it his all,
suck-cessful enough to become the third and last finalist invited to return
so that Dr. Landon can personally decide which man to hire --- mainly
basing his decision on which applicant is the best and most talented at
sucking off his thick, hard, nine-inch cock. He hit it off well with Kent,
but how will things go with Dr. Landon today?

Being new to cocksucking, Derek went out and recruited a highly skilled man
(Eric Schultz) to give him premium blow job lessons --- since returning to
Philadelphia from Denver last week he's spent the vast majority of his time
(nearly ev'ry single non-sleeping moment) doing little else than sucking
big dicks in a variety of positions, learning to love to eat cum, getting
his face fucked, eradicating his gag reflex, and practicing deep
throating. Driven, dedicated, goal-oriented, and hard working, he's come a
tremendous way in his abilities in a short amount of time. He's going back
to Denver with confidence, yet he's still a little nervous and feeling on
the edge. He's sure the competition will be stiff with each man qualified
and determined. He worries that his competitors may be intense, experienced
pros at cocksucking --- being realistic about his own chances, Derek
understands that emerging as the best of the three when he devours
Dr. Landon's cock with his mouth is no sure thing.

Still, when he took on Kent's dick this way last week and made him cum,
judging by the man's reaction it was a damned good suck off --- miraculous,
really, considering that until that moment another man's cock had never
touched his lips. And Eric, his blow job teacher, kept telling him he was a
natural ("men like you are born to suck dick --- it just took you a while
to get started") --- and only yesterday told him he's not that far from
earning himself "master" status and can for the most part can hold his own
with the best of `em (he fantasizes about a standardized hierarchy, with
cocksucking pros earning levels like brown and black belts in karate) If
Derek didn't believe he had a good shot at giving Dr. Landon the most
memorable blow job of the three finalists for the position, returning to
Denver would be a waste of his time and Dr. Landon's as well.

And there's one important difference between the Derek coming into the
Landon headquarters building today and the one who entered one week
ago. Derek's learned that he truly enjoys sucking big dicks --- something
new he didn't know before. It isn't an ordeal or something to fear --- he
wants to do it --- and when this man intentionally sets out to perform a
task, he intends to do a damned good job. As long as he likes the dick in
his mouth, his own far-from-insubstantial size-wise cock quickly rises and
hardens like a rock --- something that didn't happen a week ago. From
somewhere deep within himself Derek simply knows this shift in attitude and
perspective makes him a better cocksucker and enhances the quality of the
blow jobs he delivers. Doing it as a labor of love throws a new variable
into the equation ---it changes the dynamic --- and he hopes it'll give him
an advantage over his competitors --- enough to tip the balance in his
favor.

Derek wonders why he sought out another man to teach him how to give blow
jobs. Why not a woman? Until Eric sucked him no man had ever done it
before. Was it instinct? At the most basic level it makes sense that the
person best qualified to give a man a great blow job is another man who
knows what it's like to experience those same sensations in his own cock
and balls. Sure, some women are terrific cocksuckers --- but still, overall
it seems logical that another man can personally relate better to the
experience --- at least it does to Derek now.

Once again, because everything's going remarkable smoothly --- the world
does indeed seem to be his oyster today --- he's receiving good will and
positive vibrations from the universe --- a favorable omen --- he arrives
early and finds himself sitting with some time to spend in the pleasant
(some would say gorgeous), sun-filled Landon atrium one enters into from
the street. He settles down with a generous-sized cup of premium, hot,
perfectly brewed black coffee to think. He's not in a hurry and welcomes
the chance to go over his game plan in his head again --- he's given the
matter a lot of thought in the past week. He has to strike the right
balance between really turning Dr. Landon on by being bold and more
aggressive than the other two men, yet at the same time not overdo it and
come on too strong. Of course he plans to show off his newly acquired
deepthroating skills, change positions at least one time, give Dr. Landon's
balls plenty of mouthwork, have him fuck his face the same way he imagines
he must plunge his dick in and out of his wife's cunt (when he gets the
chance to, that is, which if Kent's right isn't all that often), and
greedily swallow all his cum when he lets loose (something Kent told him
the doctor's wife never does). He's also not sure exactly how much time
he'll get to spend with Dr. Landon's stiff dick in his mouth. And he fully
understands he can't march in with an overly detailed, carefully
orchestrated, intricately crafted map of what he'll do and what'll happen
and expect events to precisely follow it in reality. He's learned that a
fabulous blow job is an artistic, organic, evolving endeavor for both giver
and recipient that takes on a life of its own --- no two high quality
suckoffs can ever be the same --- it's a key factor involved in the thrill
of giving great head and a prime motivator for repetition (hopefully
frequent and ongoing) of the act.

Speaking of doing it more than once, Derek strongly feels he needs to blow
Dr. Landon twice today --- coming out of nowhere when he isn't expecting it
the second time. And he's been thinking all along it wouldn't hurt to drop
by Lancer's office at some point while he's in the building to say hello
and suck him off as well. This time the personnel director'll be the one
taken by surprise --- the opposite of what happened last week. He also
wants to impress him with how much more substantial his skills as a
cocksucker are now than they were then --- Derek wants to knock him off his
feet with his mouth. It should help further cement the bond forged between
them a week earlier and solidly keep him in Derek's camp --- as to who
should be hired --- if Dr. Landon consults him before making his final
decision. Derek wants to leave nothing to chance beyond whatever factors
are out of his control.

He also considers the simple fact that these plans and hopes for giving
additional blow jobs in some manner are a reflection and manifestation of
his new obsession with and addiction to sexy dicks --- and specifically,
having them in his mouth. He can't recall any week of his life when he's
changed as radically as he has in this past one. And he senses his life
taking a new turn --- he may soon find himself driven to actively seek out
other men who'll let him suck their cocks. In the past the very idea would
have seemed absurd, but not now. He still enjoys receiving a great blow job
himself as much as ever, but so far Eric's the only man who's ever done
that. He wonders if it'll stay that way for long.

On time and as ready as he'll ever be, at exactly ten-thirty in the morning
Derek enters Dr. Landon's suite on the top floor. Miss Simpson, his
secretary, is a stunning, well-dressed blonde --- she exudes crisp
competence besides wild waves of what most men --- or at least straight and
possibly bisexual ones --- would consider extreme sex appeal. And Derek
realizes something's changed in him and for him in a major way --- the
little charge, the spark, the jolt of sexual electricity that previously
most likely would have been present for him simply isn't there now. And
even more surprising, he finds he isn't upset about it and doesn't miss
it. Living the past six days totally focused on nothing beyond men sucking
other men's dicks has indeed affected his core being and how he views and
relates to the world and other people in it now.

Letting her boss know over the phone, Miss Simpson escorts Derek to a door,
opens it, and allows him to enter the next room. Dr. Landon rises and steps
over to greet him and they shake hands. The office is spacious and
impeccably and tastefully furnished. There are large windows, a sitting
area with a fireplace, his solid desk is remarkably free of any clutter,
and besides the one he entered through Derek notices several other doors.

The man himself looks better in real life than in his pictures --- if that
could be possible. Tall, slim but solid, dark and handsome, dressed in a
carefully tailored, expensive Italian suit, he's a fine figure of a man in
his mid-thirties. His smile dazzles, his eyes penetrate, and he gives off
an aura of solid confidence. This is a man of real presence, with his own
impressive, charismatic style.

He invites Derek to one of two comfortable swivel seats in front of his
desk, and they spend some time pleasantly chatting --- the usual and
predictable stuff --- about the weather, Derek's flight, the positive
impression he left with Mr. Lancer, and the like. Dr. Landon mentions he's
had several high level employees with Wharton School backgrounds who've
always been outstanding, creative workers. When he says how impressive his
resume, recommendations, and qualifications are, Derek believes him,
getting the impression the man has really read them himself rather than
just hearing about them from the personnel director.

There's only so long this kind of conversation can go on before it wears
itself thin, and at last a point comes where Dr. Landon picks up the
cordless phone to call his secretary. "Jennie, hold any calls for a half
hour --- no interruptions. Thanks." Derek hears him say. Looks like show
time's about to commence, and he's glad since he's actually been sitting
here inwardly worrying about the time taken up with this small talk
decreasing the minutes left for him to appreciate Dr. Landon's dick, a
challenge to which he's looked forward the last few days with eager
anticipation. The moment of truth is finally here upon him.

A half hour! That should be plenty of time for a good --- make that great
--- blow job. Of course, as Eric explained several times, timing a blow job
to last a specified number of minutes can be tricky. It's something that
can't be learned in only a week. It's especially challenging if it's a new
cock you're exploring and sucking for the first time. In that case, you're
sort of feeling your way as you go, working a lot by instinct --- this is
where experience can make a big difference. When you suck the same man off
more and more, you come to learn how he responds to your manipulations,
making it easier for you to maintain control of things and steer them in
the direction you desire.

Pacing, rhythm, and tempo can be critical factors in the overall
experience, and gaining expertise in their use doesn't happen
overnight. Eric kept reminding Derek how important it is to pay attention
to a man's body language --- both overt and subtle --- when giving him a
blow job.  If one reads the signals well, one ought to reliably know what
other parts of the man's body are experiencing without necessarily always
having to directly see them. Eric says a sucker should never have to depend
upon the man's he's blowing telling him when he's about to cum. If the man
delivering the blow job's adept at reading the signs the body he's working
on gives off, he should know without an announcement when the guy's gonna
climax.

And Eric insists it's really bad form for a sucker to look at a watch or
clock. Yes, being aware of time can help with strategy for how to proceed,
but when the guy being blown sees such a furtive glance to a timepiece he
may think the sucker isn't fully invested in what he's doing, instead
wondering how much longer `till it's over. Eric says with experience a
sucker'll develop a reasonably accurate intuitive feel for how long he's
been at it.

Dr. Landon continues, saying "One wouldn't realize it to look at it --- and
that was purposefully done at additional expense --- but this is a totally
soundproof room. I could say something trite like `I scream when I cum' ---
as is often the case --- but I do highly enjoy the freedom to let loose and
make as much noise as I want under any circumstances." Hearing that, the
thought quickly flashes through Derek's mind that Kent lacks that ability
in his own office, as he recalls how hard the man struggled not to make too
much noise when he came in Derek's mouth a week ago.

"Things have been set up so that I can easily push a button in a control
panel and shades will lower to cover all the windows if I want." He stops
to do just that, and blinds smoothly and quietly slide down from above to
hide the glass behind them.  "Admittedly the odds of someone looking in and
seeing something that should be private are small --- but still, I feel
better knowing un-necessary chances of discovery are not being taken." He
pauses for a brief moment before continuing. "Another button instantly and
silently locks all the doors providing access to this office. I've just
pushed it."

Then the elegant Dr. Landon looks Derek straight in the eyes. "We both know
the real reason you're here. Please show me now how well you can minister
to my needs."  Dr. Landon rolls his chair back from his desk, giving Derek
plenty of room --- he repositions himself with his groin area at the very
edge of the seat and spreads his legs apart to provide direct access. The
word `minister' makes Derek feel he's participating in a religious service,
here to worship the holy trinity (cock and two balls) with his hands and
mouth --- in this case --- rather than heart and mind.

"My pleasure" Derek says with a grin. "I was starting to think maybe you
changed your mind."  At the same time he takes off the coat of his suit.

"No way!" Dr. Landon answers. "I'm expecting this to be the highlight of my
day."

"You got it!" Derek's bold enough to respond as he goes to work, scurrying
over and getting down on his knees before the crotch he's about to
tackle. Working with excitement but still at a calm pace, the young man's
hands are busy unbuckling the older one's belt, unzipping him to open his
fly and slightly lowering his slacks. An impressive bulge is evident and
growing beneath the exposed boxer shorts. Thank god for boxers, Derek
thinks --- they're so much easier to pull a big one along with the balls
out of than briefs. The best are the ones with snaps at the waist --- they
can be opened and come apart for easy access to the treasure. But most
boxers aren't like that, including the ones Derek's dealing with now.  He
puts his hands to work grabbing, pumping, feeling, stroking, squeezing, and
massaging the hard sword he feels beneath the cloth. Next he starts licking
the cloth still covering the prize. After several minutes of that he sticks
both hand into the open fly, working one down to starting exploring
Dr. Landon's balls --- they feel plenty big --- while the other first comes
into contact with his actual dick flesh. The doctor gives a small sigh and
subtle moan of delight.

Derek's the one delighted next when he pulls the man's cock and balls out
of the boxers. Simply put, it's a magnificent dick. In the past week
Derek's learned to truly appreciate great dicks. This one seems huge ---
there's plenty of girth to go with the length --- and there's a big
mushroom head on the shaft in full glory with the foreskin already
retracted. Mushroom heads make Derek think of big lollipops on sticks,
there to be lusciously licked. Derek's thrilled to find the shaft rough,
rugged, and deeply textured, full of connecting networks and ridges of
prominent pulsing veins --- they way a cock like this feels when a tongue
explores and stimulates it can be so extra exciting (a mostly smooth shaft
seems dull and bland in comparison).

A week ago a monster dick like this might have left him paralyzed, hesitant
and unsure how to tackle it (where to begin? how to start?) --- but not
now. Derek grabs the base of the shaft with one hand and cradles the balls
with the other as he engulfs the head with his mouth and tightly wraps his
lips around it, busy happily discovering what he's taken in with his
tongue. He takes time to use his tongue to actively play with the foreskin
for a while. He repeats the motions over and over, sometimes rapidly,
sometimes slow and languid, frequently using the hand on the shaft to pump
and stroke the lower end of it up and down while the other hand plays with
the balls. Now and then he withdraws to run his tongue down, up, around,
and all over the shaft, being sure ev'ry single square millimeter of it is
licked. At other times he focuses on mouth-balls contact, joyously licking
and sucking on them. The balls are too large to both fit inside his mouth
at once, so he has to take them in one at a time. Seemingly in no hurry, he
takes his time and rotates constantly between concentrating his efforts on
the dick being in his mouth, attention to the shaft, and stimulating the
balls. Unless the danger of discovery by others nearby (which can add an
exciting dimension) means you need to be soundless, Derek's into wet,
messy, sloppy, noisy (lip smacks, suction sounds) blow jobs, with copious
amounts of salivary flow.

Dr. Landon's absolutely loving what's happening --- and doing his best to
remain neutral, soundless (for the time being, anyway), still, and
expressionless.  A highly competitive man by nature, he sometimes imagines
himself at such moments in a battle of wills --- the sucker's working his
magic to make him lose control, while he's battling to oppose him and
maintain his outward decorum and calm demeanor.  Of course, if the sucker's
any good a time'll come when the contest is lost, and Dr. Landon will find
his body involuntarily respond to the good vibrations being produced in ---
and radiating outward from --- his crotch. A time arrives when Dr. Landon
gives up, goes with the flow, lets loose, and allows his body to respond as
it will. Naturally as a scientist, Dr. Landon appreciates objective data
--- measurements and numbers. Evaluating the skills of a cocksucker is the
opposite, something totally subjective. But Dr. Landon does like to note
how much time elapses from the start of a blow job until that moment when
he has to capitulate --- the better the cocksucker, the shorter that
period'll be.

Now Derek starts the process of gradually lowering his mouth further down
along the length of the shaft, bit by bit, with each down and then back up
and then back down movement taking more of Dr. Landon's dick deeper into
his mouth.  By the time his lips connect with his hand gripping the base of
the dick, the tip of it's passed his tonsils and started to enter his
throat. Dr. Landon's wildly excited, enthralled, in ecstasy --- no one's
ever done this to him before --- it's one of those "I've died and gone to
heaven" moments. Derek removes his hand from the dick and keeps on
going. Soon he's swallowed all of it. He pauses and keeps it down for an
extended period without distress --- no choking or gagging --- he's totally
in charge and in command.

Dr. Landon lost the fight to maintain decorum some time ago. He's started
to shake, tremble, pant, softly moan, grimace, squeeze his eyes shut, grit
his teeth, twist his head from side to side, and the like. And with each
passing moment it's all becoming more pronounced, stronger. He's uttering
and repeating little bits like "jesus, jesus" --- "ohmygod" --- "oh -- oh
-- oh" --- "suck that cock" --- "lick my balls" --- and so on , with the
words becoming louder, more shrill, more desperate and intense. His face is
becoming flushed, and he's starting to breathe harder and heavier and
quicker.

With a ball in each hand, Derek launches a deep throat assault now. Over
and over, he goes all the way down, pauses, and then withdraws `till only
the tip's still in his mouth --- and then he plunges all the way down
again, banging his chin into balls and burying his nose in pubic
hair. Sometimes he repeats it rapidly and sometimes takes it slower. And
his hands aren't merely holding the balls --- they're actively at work
playing with them. Dr. Landon's body is churning, on fire --- he's
delirious --- his pulse is racing, his heartbeat rate's dramatically shot
upward --- the grunts and groans are fervent and passionate.

And then Derek ups the ante with a surprise --- at least it is to
Dr. Landon --- move. He slips his hands beneath the cloth of the t-shirt
(in turn beneath the dress shirt) the older man has on and slides them
upward (encountering a moderate amount of fine hair on the way), along his
abdomen and chest, to find the nips adorning the pecs, grabs hold of them,
one in each hand, and starts manually stimulating them while he's still
deep throating with his mouth. Each hand rubs, strokes, squeezes, kneads,
pulls, twists, tweaks, pinches, and otherwise plays with the large nip it's
found. Without seeing them Derek can tell Kent was right last week when he
said they were big, prominent, sexy ones.

The surprises keep on coming.  After a lengthy period of the combination
deep throat / nip manipulation treatment, Derek withdraws from all contact
with Dr. Landon's body. "Time to shift gears," he says as he loosens his
tie and undoes the top button of his shirt. "Your need to catch your
breath. Things are heating up in here." And then he stands up, giving
Dr. Landon a good look at Derek's crotch. There's a huge bulge there ---
his pants look ready to burst open from the stress and strain in that
area. Totally turned on by what he's doing, Derek's own dick is as hard as
it's ever been.

"Remember," Dr. Landon tells him, "I can scream like a banshee and no one
will know. And if you keep this up I will."  He's still buzzed from how
incredibly good his nips and his cock were feeling, and in his head he
keeps chanting silently to himself `I can't believe he ate the whole
thing!' --- he's absolutely stunned and amazed.

"I'm just getting warmed up," Derek teases as he lies down on his back on
top of the large desk.

"What are you doing?" Dr. Landon asks.

"Changing positions," Derek responds as he moves his frame so that his head
and neck hang unsupported off the edge, tilted far back and downward. "I
love it when a big dick fucks my mouth this way. I'm gonna rest and let you
do all the work for a while. Don't hold back --- pretend you're thrusting
in and out of a woman and go for it --- as hard, fast, and rough as you
want --- all the way --- I can take it."

For a moment Dr. Landon pauses, speechless and motionless. He can't believe
what he's just heard.

"Come on!" Derek prods him. "Get over here --- shove it in and fuck my
face. And don't cum in my throat --- if that happens I can't taste it."

That's all it takes. Thrilled and eager to comply, Dr. Landon moves with
agility --- in a flash he straddles Derek's low-hanging head between his
legs and guides his huge dick back to where it belongs in the hungry,
waiting mouth. He starts the familiar pumping, in and out, back and forth,
thrusts just like he'd be doing if he was fucking his wife, and doesn't
hesitate to shove the entire length of his dick into the willing opening
with the inward stroke of each repeated cycle. Derek's ample flow of saliva
works well as a lubricant, and the doctor's grunting away with each
forceful plunge and working up a sweat.

After five or so minutes of this Dr. Landon withdraws, mainly because he's
afraid he's gonna cum soon if he doesn't. Derek takes this opportunity to
get off the desk and position himself back on his knees in front of the
standing Dr. Landon. He starts off slow as he continues sucking
Dr. Landon's cock. He gradually builds up speed and intensity. He moves on
to another deep throat phase, and then pauses and lets Dr. Landon make the
movements fully in and out again for a while --- this time the man firmly
grips the back of Derek's head with both hands, and he loudly chants "yes!"
each times he thrusts his hips forward to push the end of his dick down
deep into Derek's accommodating throat.

Not fully skilled at monitoring time yet, Derek figures he's been blowing
Dr. Landon --- who's giving ever louder short squeals and screams of
pleasure now --- for about twenty minutes. Eric's taught him that in ev'ry
blow job there comes a moment where it's finally time to go all out ("go in
for the kill"), speed up and intensify the momentum, and put the guy out of
his sweet misery --- in other words, to finally make and let him cum. Derek
sets out to end this one with the devastating (rare indeed is the man who
can stand it for very long without shooting his load) hand-mouth
spiral-twist combination stroke --- at least that's what Eric calls it (he
also said some call it "the stroke of death" --- since it's the death of
not yet having the orgasm). At first he's using one hand toward the base of
the shaft with the other one along the middle, leaving the rest of the dick
for his mouth. Then he removes the hand in the middle so there's more cock
available for his mouth to plunge up and down along during the rapid,
intense, corkscrew-like, spiraling, twisting strokes. In a steady and
ever-quickening rhythm, he continues doing this for several intense
minutes.

And then he moves on to the ultimate, final coup de grace maneuver beyond
"the death stroke" to end it all. He wraps both hands around the straining,
pulsing dick and pumps like a maniac while his lips and tongue rapidly
stroke, rub, and stimulate to a frenzy what he knows in most men is the
absolute most sensitive spot of all on their entire bodies --- the magic,
special place where the edges of the head come together and meet on the
very back of the shaft near the very top. He's always been surprised that
there doesn't seem to be a special term for this spot.

Dr. Landon's hysterical and frenzied, trembling and heaving all over, a
great deal of his skin flushed deep red in color, his breathing quick and
pronounced, his heart racing and seeming as if it'll burst. And when he's
on the verge --- on the ultimate, absolute edge of losing himself in final
release --- Derek fully withdraws and quickly grabs the pulsing, throbbing
cock and aims the head toward his widely open mouth (he could take the cum
directly into his mouth closed around the cock, but Derek figures
Dr. Landon'll enjoy seeing his cream blast into his mouth from outside of
it). Dr. Landon does scream to high heavens as the massively strong spurts
of a gut-wrenching, convulsive orgasm take over --- huge bursts of thick,
white, gloppy, ropy cum strands dramatically explode with volcanic
intensity out the end of the straining dick, flying through the air,
shooting into the open mouth before them, accurately hitting their intended
target ("bull's eye!"). It's a sight to behold, and the doctor finds it
tremendously exciting. Derek's amazed at how much salty-tasting cum there
is --- it just keeps cumming and cumming. He closes his lips around the
dick head and the spurts don't quit. His mouth is flooded --- cum is
surging everywhere inside it --- and he struggles to swallow fast enough
without spilling any to make room for the more that keeps arriving. Where
does the man keep it all? He must have a hollow leg! A moment later Derek
wishes he'd counted the cum spurts, but realizes he probably couldn't have.

As things wind down the doctor has a hard time remaining standing --- his
body, so spent and exhausted, tired and utterly drained, wants to go limp
and collapse. He falls back into his desk chair, and Derek stays with him,
keeping the cock in his mouth.  Derek gently licks and strokes it as it
gradually softens --- it takes a long time for the erection to fully
subside (the same is true for Derek's own unrelieved hardon as
well). Dr. Landon's body is drenched with sweat. He's tired and immensely
happy and pleased. It's clearly one of the greatest, strongest, most
intense orgasms he's ever experienced, and no one has ever sucked him off
as superbly as this. But he's not ready to reveal that to Derek --- not
yet, anyway.

Derek's amazed and overwhelmed at the sheer magnitude of the shattering,
brutally intense orgasm he's just delivered to Dr. Landon. He's given it
his all, his best shot --- if either of his other two competitors does
better, he won't be let down by any lack of trying on his part. But he's
feeling extremely positive about his performance and his chances.  He knows
he gave Dr. Landon an incredible orgasm. If Eric he could have seen it he'd
be damned proud of him (his parting words to Derek being "remember
ev'rything you've learned --- you're a great cocksucker --- let me know how
it goes --- I wanna hear all about it").

Finally Derek's mouth and Dr. Landon's flaccid cock separate (even limp
it's still substantial enough to impress). The men look each other in the
eye and break out smiling. Dr. Landon's the first to speak.

"That was . . ." and he pauses, at a loss --- "beyond words, anyway." He
stands up, puts his dick and balls away back into his boxers, tucks in his
shirt, zips up, and starts buckling his belt. "I feel like I've had a full
workout in the gym. There is one in the basement, by the way --- staffed
with highly qualified trainers --- they give total body massages, too."

"And I feel like I've had a full meal," Derek says. "Actually I have ---
extremely full. You were really pumping it out at the end. It was a
challenge to swallow it down fast enough."

Dr. Landon doesn't really respond to that. "I have a private apartment
beyond that door," he says next, pointing to one --- "I call it my inner
sanctuary --- a home away from home. Sometimes my assistant does what you
just did in there. I'm going in to take a quick shower and change clothes
--- it seems necessary.  I suppose that's a testament to what you've shown
you can do. I won't be long."

Then he points the opposite way to yet another door. "My assistant's office
is that way. You're free to look it over while I'm gone. It's a pleasant
space with its own bathroom --- if you feel the need you can clean up a bit
in there." Derek immediately wonders, does this mean I'm the one? But he
stops and realizes that wasn't made clear and he shouldn't make
assumptions, jump the gun, and rush to conclusions. Dr. Landon may simply
be offering the use of the bathroom with nothing more to it than that.

As he's about to leave Dr. Landon presses the buttons to raise the shades
and unlock the door through which Derek came in that leads to the entry
office where Miss Simpson works. Sunlight floods the room as he leaves to
enter his inner sanctuary, closing the door behind him.