Date: Fri, 12 Apr 2013 17:15:11 -0400 From: Max Roberts Subject: Max's Older Bears - Part 3 - Part Time Job This story is purely a work of fiction. Any resemblance to person's living or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely coincidental. This story is for adults only. If you are under 18, please exit this page immediately. The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except by the web sites to which it has been posted, without the consent of the author. The author welcomes comments or suggestions at MaxRoberts@usa.com. Max Roberts Once I got home, I went right up to my room, stripped down and looked at myself in the mirror wearing only Mr. Wilson's cum filled jock and well worn socks. I was so turned on that I cranked out my third load of the day. Being with Mr. Wilson has really opened my eyes about how much I think about big, older, hairy men and how turned on I am by their socks, jocks, and underwear. When I got to school on Monday, I saw a sign about part-time work in the summer and it said if you were interested to see Mr. Wilson in the guidance office. Not only was I interested in earning some money, but I was very interested in seeing Mr. Wilson again. At lunch time, I skipped the cafeteria and went to the guidance office. I told the secretary that I wanted to see Mr. Wilson about the part-time job. She checked to make sure he was free and then sent me in. I closed the door and sat down. "Max," he said, "it's not that I don't want to see you, but if you keep showing up at my office, folks might wonder why." "It's okay, Mr. Wilson," I said. "I saw the sign about the part-time job and was interested in that. Well, not just that, but I am interested." "Hmmm ... well that job is cleaning up the school over the summer. And I can put your name in the applicant pool. But I might have a better idea - one that might be more in tune with your interests seeing how you reacted to my feet here the other day and my socks this weekend. My friend owns Berman's Shoe Store. I think he's looking for help. Why don't you go there after school and tell Mr. Berman I sent you? I'll call him and let him know to expect you." "That sounds way better than cleaning up the school. Thank you so much - for that and everything. Um ... Mr. Wilson, can I help you out at your house again this weekend?" "I won't be around this weekend, but I'll let you know when I have more work for you." He winked at me and added, "for now, just enjoy the jock." After school I ran home, changed into nicer clothes so I'd look good asking for a job, and went to the shoe store. I asked for Mr. Berman and an older man with brown hair, a clean shaven face, and the build of football center who'd grown a big belly came out. "You must be Max," he said as he put out his hand for me to shake it. "Come on back to my office." I followed Mr. Berman back to his office. I noticed that he closed and locked the door. He sat down at his desk and I sat in the chair next to it. "Mr. Wilson tells me you are looking for a part-time job and he seems to think you'll be good. He actually told me quite a bit about you." As he said that, he slipped off his loafers and put his big, wide feet up on the desk right in front of my face. He had thin, black dress socks on and I could smell the mix of his feet and the leather from the shoes. He saw me sniff and continued, "I've already decided to hire you based on Mr. Wilson's recommendation. You don't have to do anything to get the job, but I sure could use a foot massage." How could I resist. Here was this nice older man with his big feet practically right in my face. I leaned over and took one foot in my hands. It was warm and the sock felt a little damp from sweating in his shoes all day. I pulled the foot to my face, inhaled, and then stuck his toes, still in the sock, right in my mouth. "That's it, Max. Massage my foot with your tongue." I continued to work on his foot, sucking his toes and using my hand to rub the rest of it. Then I switched to the other foot. After a little while, Mr. Berman pulled back. He said, "Wait here for a minute Max. I'm going to make sure everything is okay out there, then I'll be right back. He slipped his loafers back on, got up and went out into the store. While he was away, I looked around his office. He had lots of pictures on a bulletin board. Most were him and employees. One was with his bowling team - a whole group of big hot guys. I didn't see any with a wife, but I noticed one of Mr. Berman at the beach in just his swim trunks. He was not as hairy as Mr. Wilson, but he had a broad chest and a big firm belly that was getting my attention. I was standing looking at that photo when he came back in. "Oh ... that's not such a great picture. I should pull that down so everyone isn't looking at my fat belly," he said. Without thinking I said, "I don't think you're fat. I think you're hot, Mr. Berman." I was so embarrassed, but he just pulled me into him and gave me a big hug. He was so much taller than me so my face was in his chest and he smelled so good. He leaned down and gave me a kiss. "I'm glad you think so. And I'm glad Mr. Wilson told me about you. He also told me you're good at keeping things secret. I'll trust you will." "Oh, I will, Mr. Berman." With that Mr. Berman took my hand and put it on his crotch. I could feel his hard cock and he said, "I think you're pretty hot, too, Max. Can you tell?" I knelt down and Mr. Berman's bulge was right in front of my face. He undid his belt, unfastened his pants, pulled down his zipper and slowly lowered them. I reached up and felt that magnificent belly as he revealed a hard cock inside tight bikini style briefs. I pulled those briefs down so they wedged under his hairy balls, grabbed his chunky ass in both hands and pulled him toward me taking his cock right into my mouth. His cock was longer than Mr. Wilson's but not as thick and it slid easily to the back of my mouth and down my throat. My lips were at the base of Mr. Berman's cock and I pushed forward to take as much as I could while Mr. Berman moaned softly. I couldn't believe how nicely it fit and so I started to pull off his cock and then push all the way back down enjoying the feeling of that cock head entering my throat over and over. I was so turned on sucking my new boss's cock that my cock was trying to bust out of my pants. I reached down, unbuttoned them, and yanked them down along with my boxerbriefs. Mr. Berman suddenly pulled back. "I don't want to cum yet. Let's get more comfortable and take our time. I told the floor manager I'd be busy interviewing you, so no one will miss me." He reached over and unbuttoned my shirt then felt my chest and pinched my nipples. I moaned. "You like that? Me, too. My nipples are connected directly to this," he said as he cupped his balls and cock in his hand. I quickly pulled the rest of my clothes off letting them drop to the floor and leaving me naked. Mr. Berman took of his pants and shirt folding them neatly and putting them on his desk. He was so sexy in just his bikini briefs and long dark dress socks. He bent over to pick up my clothes. His ass looked beautiful in those bikini briefs and before he could move to put my clothes on the desk, I went up and hugged him from behind - my arms reaching around so I could feel his belly with my hands and rub my cock against his ass. Mr. Berman pushed his ass back against my hard cock and started rubbing it up and down. I was leaking pre-cum like crazy and it was leaving a mess all over his underwear. I remembered what he said about his nipples, so I reached up to his chest and pinched them. "You don't have to be gentle he said. Work those nipples." I pinched harder and he moaned, "that makes me so horny I'd do just about anything." Feeling brave I said, "would you let me fuck you?" He didn't answer at first. He just squirmed out of my arms, pulled down his underwear and bent over his desk. "Go for it Max, but you'll need to loosen me up with your tongue. I don't have any lube here." I didn't need any more invitation. I dove in and started rimming Mr. Berman's big, beautiful ass. He'd been working all day and even though he was clean, be smelled musky like a man should. I licked up and down his crack, but wanted to really get in there and get him ready for my cock so I said, "I'm going to lie down on the floor. Sit on my face so I can really get in there." And we did. I was in heaven with this big man's ass right on my face and my tongue darting in and out of his hole. He reached down to my cock, gave it a few strokes and rubbed my pre-cum all over the head. He must have licked it off his fingers because he said, "Oh, Max ... that tastes so good. Let me get a better taste. While I'm at it, I'll get it slicked up with my spit and ready for action." He bent forward and took my cock in his warm wet mouth. It felt great except It pulled his ass off my face. As least I got a view of his backside and those hairy balls hanging down. Suddenly he got up, turned around and sat right down on my cock while facing me. There I was lying on my back looking at this hulking bear of a man impaled on my cock, pinching his own nipples and moaning in ecstasy with his long hard cock sticking out proudly. His eyes were closed and he started raising his ass off my cock and then sliding right back down. Wow. This man probably three times my age was fucking himself on my cock and loving it. I felt my balls tightening up and said, "Mr. Berman, if you don't stop I'm going to cum." "Do it, Max. Shoot your boy load right up my ass. Come on, boy. Let me feel what you've got." The feeling, the sight, his words ... they were all too much and I started to blow. Mr. Berman must have felt it because he just sat down with my cock as far up his ass as it could go and let me shoot. And he kept sitting there. And I stayed hard. So he started riding my cock again. He kept one hand pinching his left nipple and used the other to stroke his hard cock. I just laid there and watched while feeling the soft warmth of his ass, and my own cum inside it, massage my cock I heard him whisper, "Oh, Max, I want this to last, but I'm too close." With that, he got up, pointed his cock right at mine and shot a huge load of man cum all over my cock and balls. My cock, covered in both our cum and fresh from his ass was sticking straight up and he dove down and took it in his mouth. I grabbed his head and guided it up and down until I shot my second load right down his throat. He collapsed on top of me. The weight felt good on my body and I loved the way my sweaty new boss smelled after sex. I could have laid there all day, but Mr. Berman said, "that was great - still we better get ourselves together before anyone wonders why this interview is taking so long." He pulled a towel out of a gym bag on the floor and used it to clean up and wipe away the sweat and then handed it to me to do the same. When he started to put his underwear on, he caught me staring. "Oh, yes ... Mr. Wilson told me about that, too. I think I have an extra pair in my gym bag if you'd like these." He tossed them to me and I put them on. He found his extra pair and we both got dressed. "That was wonderful," I said. "I know I'm going to like working here. "Now, Max. Don't forget this is a real job. Most days we won't have any chance to be alone like this. But we'll see what we can do. And remember, I trust you to keep this between us." "Got it, Mr. Berman. And thanks for everything." "Can you start Friday after school? I'll have someone teach you how we do things around here and on Saturday you can start selling shoes." "That's perfect," I said. "My whole weekend is free." Mr. Berman gave me another kiss. It was deep and long and I could taste our cum on his tongue. Then he straightened himself up, made sure we both looked presentable, unlocked the door and we walked out of his office. As I made my way home I couldn't believe how lucky I was. I just got my first real job and my second older man - and I was wearing his underwear home. Just thinking about it made my cock plump up again. I'd have to figure out how to control that when I saw him at work. But for now I could just enjoy it and replay the scene in my head. Send comments or suggestions to the author at MaxRoberts@usa.com.