Date: Sun, 25 Sep 2016 14:13:00 -0500 From: Charles Smythe Subject: An Inside Job-[GF-46]-part-1-of-1 An Inside Job Part-1-of-1 I work at a men's clothing store in the Burlington outlet mall. It was nearing closing time last night and the mall was dead as usual on a weekday near closing time. So as usual my co-worker Chuck and I started early doing our nightly store closing routine. He cleaned up the display area and I grabbed the vacuum cleaner from the back room and gave the carpet its quick nightly once over. All seemed normal. When I was done with the carpet I wrapped up the chord and headed to the back room to put the vacuum cleaner away. I heard the store security gate that covers the front of the store come down, which was odd, but I didn't really think anything about it. I was only thinking about meeting up with my girlfriend, Debbie at Buffalo Wild Wings in twenty minutes. With any luck, she'd be in an amiable mood and we'd have sex. It'd been two weeks, a life time for a testosterone driven twenty year old. Once in the back room I put the vacuum cleaner in the usual spot and just as I started to turn around the lights went out. Since there were no windows in the back room and the emergency light near the rear exit was broken it was pitch dark. Suddenly I felt a hard object against my rib cage and a calm but stern voice tell me, "Stay quiet and don't move." Damn, a fuckin robbery, I though as my heart rate went from 78 pm to 140. I froze. Next the mysterious voice said, "I've been watching you. Do you think I'm stupid?" I was confused about where this question was going but not wanting to get hurt I said, "No. I don't think you're stupid sir." "Well, we're going to see right now if that's true," the mysterious voice said. "We're about to get to the bottom of this right now." Then a short pause and he said, "Get on your knees." I am scared shitless. I was thinking `is this it? Is this how my life ends? Another retail murder of an innocent employee raced through my head like the Hanes Clothing Store, Brown's Chicken, and Burger King.' Quickly getting down on my knees I start pleading, "Please don't hurt me sir." The mysterious voice said, "Shut up...Now open your mouth." I open my mouth, anticipating the cold steel barrel of a gun to be shoved in it. Instead, with his free hand the mystery man grabbed my chin and with the other he guided in the biggest hardest cock known to man into my mouth. A million things race through my mind...I'm not gay, my girlfriend, Dad, grade school, fag, salty, thick, etc. Then the mysterious voice said, "I told you we were going to get to the bottom of this bullshit. I've been watching you and I know that you want this. Now prove if I'm stupid or not." Suddenly it was no longer quite so mysterious, I recognized the voice. It was the voice of Mr. Russell my manager. In my mind I pictured how strong and virile Mr. Russell looked. He was much older than I, around forty six and tall...six feet to my five foot eight inches, salt and pepper hair, dreamy brown eyes and a mustache. He weighed around one hundred and ninety pounds and was always neatly dressed. Always impeccably dressed, he'd been wearing a Navy blue double-breasted pinstripe suit of soft Italian wool, a silk floral tie, white cotton shirt and tasseled black Italian loafers when I'd gotten to work today. With lips clamped tight and my mouth moving up and down his hard shaft as I sucked, Soon I found myself getting really turned on. The eroticism started controlling my movements and actions. Slowly I worked my tongue around the base of matt's cockhead. Moving my head back so that my tongue could lick the tip I felt my own cock getting hard. Next thing I know my hand had reached up and grabbed the base of Mr. Russell, we the employees called him Matt's his long thick cock. I started feeding on it, sucking with a passion I'd never experienced before with Debbie my girlfriend. I sucked on it like I'd always imagined a really great blowjob should be done. Sliding his cock between my lips, I held the base of the head with my fingers. Nibbling on the shaft, I stroked his cock while taking his ballsack in my mouth and working his balls around with my tongue. The feeling was an awakening, a new beginning for me and I was excited for this new direction my life was suddenly taking. With each passing second I became hungrier and hungrier for Matt's cock. I sucked on the head as if I were trying to suck his balls dry. Greedily, I wanted it all. I started feverishly sucking matt's cock in and out with my wet and hungry mouth while my fingers tickled his balls. Matt's hands grabbed the tuffs of hair on the back of my head and he started controlling the speed and the bobbing motion of my head. All of a sudden he let out a groan, "UUUGGGGHHHHHH," and I felt his balls draw up tight in my hand and his already big cock swell up even fatter in my mouth. Next was an explosion of cum that initially shot down my throat and filled my mouth. I was surprised when I didn't try to spit it out. I just swallowed and swallowed, and matt he just kept cumming and cumming in my mouth. The taste of his cum it was hot, thick, and salty and wasn't any thing like I'd expected, it had an acrid peppery taste and it kind of burned my tongue, but it didn't take long for me to get use to it. I felt like I was drowning but I didn't want to come up for air. I gagged a little and that seemed to bring on an extra squirt of creamy cum. I felt hot thick cum running out of the corners my mouth and oozing down my chin. I caught the drippings in the palm of my hand. Soon the stream ceased and I was able to enjoy the fruits of my labor. I swallowed what was left in my mouth and sucked on his still hard cock to coax out every drop. Fingers still gently twisted in my hair, Matt said, "Well, Bob, it looks like you were telling the truth after all. I'm not stupid. You did want it." I agreed, "Mmmmmmm" as I still sucked on his semi-erect cock. When I finally let it slide his flaccid cock from my mouth I licked the drippings off my palm before they went to waste. Zipping up his pants, Matt said, "We better go." I stood up, grabbed Matt's strong arm and asked, "Oh shit where is Chuck? He was helping me close up?" Matt said, "Don't worry. When I saw you go to the back room I told Chuck that he could leave early because I needed to talk to you. " Then I said, "Actually I'd been watching you." "Well," he chuckled, as he cupped his balls meaningfully, "I hope you can watch me a lot more." Licking my cum coated lips, I replied, "Count on it." And so started my life as a cocksucker. The end... PS: I met my girlfriend, Debbie at Buffalo Wild Wings as planned. When I kissed her I wondered if she could taste Matt's cum on my lips or smell it on my breath.