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After searching the job listings, Chad felt he had found the ideal job as a Day Porter. It was just a fancy name for a locker room boy, but it was at the swanky country club and that meant easy tips. He had to get something that made him some extra cash but also allowed him to study. Most of the places on or near campus were snatched up so he had to widen his search to a more snobbish area where, hopefully, the tips would flow.
The ad read:
Locker room / Day Porter job – $15 – $18 per hour.
The primary duties include:
· Maintaining cleanliness of Laundry Room, Squash and Fitness areas, bathroom facilities, shower area, sauna and steam room.
· Members’ laundry to be collected, brought to the Laundry Room and placed back into lockers once completed.
Chad was a bookworm. He didn’t have a clue how to use gym equipment and hadn’t been in a locker room since he was a freshman in high school. Even then, he didn’t spend any more time there than he had to. He did, however, know how to do laundry, plus stock and clean a bathroom; his mom made sure of that before he left home to go to college.
He clicked the link to fill out the online application quickly; he knew jobs that easy would go fast. The next day, Chad got his response: an official offer letter with a date and time to interview! This wasn’t Chad’s first job but it was the first one he had outside his small town of Quincy.
Chad made sure to dress like his mother taught him with any job interview: for success. Chad wasn’t muscled up, as you could expect, having no athletic background. He was a thin guy with shaggy thick black hair, beautiful blue eyes and a bubbled ass––a direct result of having to walk everywhere he needed to go in that small town. He slipped on his best tan Dockers, light blue dress shirt, a yellow tie and bounced out the door.
By the time he got off the bus at the country club, his Apple Watch showed he was running about 10 minutes late. There were better ways to make an impression, and he still had a few blocks more to get to the gates. Chad ran as hard as he could, cutting into the time he was late by a few minutes. At the gate the security guard walked out to block him, putting a hand out to motion‘stop’.
“Slow down there, kid!” the guard called out. “‘Where you off to in such a hurry?”
Out of breath and gasping for air, Chad replied, “I…I…late…interview…”
“Ya, alright there, buddy.” The guard interrupted. He was a thick-necked, a guy that could have easily been in the NFL. Chad continued to gasp for air. The guard gave him the quick once-over and walked over to him –– it was apparent Chad was an omega.
Putting his large hand on Chad’s shoulder, the guard observed the showing signs of sweat. Not to mention the boy’s flesh was giving off a scent that made the guard’s cock start swelling. It was that young athletic locker room smell; it resonated in the mind of the guard briefly before pulling Chad upright. This little omega wasn’t going anywhere until he had a taste of him.
“Just catch your breath a bit– come into the booth here and sit down.” Chad obeyed, walking into the air-conditioned small booth, taking a seat on a chair in the corner.
“I can’t be late, sir,” Chad explained. “It’s not a good first impression, but the bus was going so slow, and I didn’t estimate…” The guard quickly cut him off.
“Now don’t worry– I’ll call up to the main office and let them know I kept you talking about the Mets,” the guard chuckled. “Perry’s the HR guy and he loves baseball, so that’ll be a good thing. Trust me.” He smiled down at Chad and gave him a winning smirk to ease him. “I’m Jake by the way. What’s your name kid?”
Chad looked up at Jake and smiled. “Gee, thanks, sir.” Chad’s eyes began to dart around the small booth. “Chad – my name is Chad.” It was only large enough for two guys, with a computer and phone on the wall. It was a typical guard booth with windows on the front and sides and a Dutch door entrance. The sound of the small A/C unit buzzed in the air; it was in the side window opposite the door.
After scoping out the booth, Chad found his eyes refocused on Jake’s face. Startled by Jake’s direct eye contact, Chad diverted his eyes quickly away to rescan the small booth.
“It is hot as hell out today, huh, son?” Jake ran his hand up his chest and cupped his beefy pec, sliding it up and down to display his hard nipple. Jake knew how to appeal to this omega boy.
“Huh, uh, yeah!” Chad stuttered, glancing back to Jake and watching him rub his chest earnestly. Entranced, Chad’s eyes were captivated by Jake’s chest rubbing. His eyes followed the tight buttons of his shirt down to his other hand clutching his thick security belt. Jake’s hands were large, wrapping around the belt with ease. Jake naturally caught Chad’s eyes and gave his growing cock a quick pulse just to see Chad’s reaction. Almost in unison, Chad’s eyes caught the flex and widened at Jake’s pulsing cock muscle. Jake nearly thought he heard Chad gasp slightly.
“What job are you applying for, kid?” While Jake wanted to continue this cat-and-mouse activity, he also wanted to keep the temperature high for Chad. Chad’s eyes shot back up quickly to Jake’s face.
“P…porter, sir,” Chad responded.
“Porter? What the hell is a Porter?” Jake asked, half laughing.
“It’s a locker room boy, but with a fancy title.” Chad smiled, feeling more comfortable now.
“Ok, well,” Jake pointed at Chad’s shirt, “That shirt is going to get worse if you don’t take it off, grab that towel over there and pat off some of that sweat.” Chad looked down and began to fidget in his seat. “Now don’t worry, I’m gonna give the office a call now.” Jake reached for the phone on the wall by the door. “Ain’t nobody gonna see you. Just slip it off and put it in front of the A/C vent –– you can grab that towel to wipe off.”
Chad stood up, obeying Jake, and slipped out of his shirt and tie. He placed the shirt on an empty hanger already over a hook near the vent to dry the small sweat spots quickly.
“Who’s this? Casey?” Jake responded to the person on the other end of the line. “Ya, this is Jake down at the gate.” Jake kept his eyes on Chad’s slender nude chest as the boy wiped and patted the sweat from his pits. “Let Perry know his new boy is here, but we got caught up chatting about last night’s Mets game.” Chad’s scent was now flooding the small room with his shirt off, and that only made Jake’s cock harder. Reaching down, Jake gave his throbbing rod a quick squeeze, biting his bottom lip as he looked over Chad’s tight, bubbled ass. “Ya, that’s right, he’s a good sport,” Jake shared, staring at Chad’s ass. “I think he’s gonna be a great fit. Tell Perry I’ll send him right up in a bit.” Jake hung up the phone just as Chad turned around to briefly catch Jake’s hand sliding across his now throbbing hard cock. Chad zoomed in on Jake’s bulge and swallowed loudly.
“Ya know, I work out here after hours.” Jake offered up, watching the boy’s eyes remain locked on his cock. “It’s a perk of the job.” Chad was only partially listening at this point, watching Jake pulse his hard thick cock against his tight slacks. “There are, of course, other perks of the job.” Chad was still staring at Jake’s fingers sliding slowly over the ridges of his thick cock, defining its outline in his slacks.
Realizing Chad was locked down, Jake reached over and closed the bottom Dutch doors of the booth.
“Gotta save the cold air, right?” Jake smiled, looking down at Chad. By this point, Chad’s hands were clasped together in his lap, covering his crotch as he gave the impression of a well-behaved church boy, minus the gaping mouth. More importantly, the booth was now filling up with the scent of both men’s sweat. “If you don’t mind, I’m gonna slip out of this shirt since it’s slow and let it breathe a bit.” Jake began loosening his tie and unbuttoning his uniform shirt. “These rich guys never start pouring in until the noon hours anyway.”
“Oh,” Chad reacted, recalling where he was. “So, it’s really slow at night and mornings?”
“Sure is,” Jake answered, pulling his shirt open and exposing his white tank undershirt. “Why? You plan on goofin’ around instead of working?”
“Oh, no, sir,” Chad answered. “I promise I will work really hard.” Chad hopped up from his seat in his eagerness to defend his honor.
“Ha!” Jake laughed, reaching out and placing a grip on Chad’s shoulder. “I’m sure you will.” Jake guided him back down to the stool and took several steps forward leaving little space between them. “Mr. Perry’s a mean son-of-a-bitch to boys who don’t do as they’re told.” Jake’s hand returned to shift his hardon in his slacks. At this point Chad’s face was a mere two feet from Jake’s throbbing cock. All Jake had to do was lean forward.
“I can do what I’m told.” Chad instinctively responded. Chad’s eyes were locked in on Jake’s fingers moving along his cock.
“What about secrets?” Jake inquired seductively. “Our customers have a lot of money and they need us to protect them. Can you keep a secret?”
“Yes, sir, I can keep a secret.” Chad pleaded, still captivated by the bulge in his face.
Jake moved closer, realizing Chad was ready. His large fingers slipped into the flap of his slack’s zipper and slowly pulled the zipper down. Chad didn’t move; he just continued to watch. Only the sound of the A/C buzzing could be heard around their heavy breathing.
“I got a secret. You wanna see?” Jake inquired. Chad nodded in a yes motion. Jake reached into his pants, pulling his entire cock from the hidden folds of his slacks. Chad’s omega mouth fell open at the sight of such a massive cock. It was like nothing he’d ever seen before. The smell of Jake’s sweaty balls and meat flooded the booth, overpowering any scent of body odor that had lingered prior. Jake let his thick cock hang in the air, flexing it occasionally for Chad. Jake gave his rod a couple of good tugs, allowing a tiny clear crystal gob of pre-cum to pour from his piss hole and begin cascading toward the floor.
“Catch it!” Jake barked. Without a word, Chad lunged forward, taking a knee and catching the string of clear cum on his tongue. Looking up at Jake, their eyes locked. “Obedient little fucker, huh?” Jake smiled down at Chad, impressed at the speed he took to submission. “Now let’s see how good you are at holding your breath boy.” Jake reached down, cupping Chad’s head, and pushed his face over his cock. Chad’s mouth slid over his meat like an extra sheath of skin, not resisting or fighting. “Oooooh, FUCK YEAH!” Jake moaned aloud.
Chad’s nose was buried in the mix of fabric and pubes. Jake flexed his meat. Chad could feel it pushing against the walls of his throat. His airway was blocked entirely by the large fleshy cockhead buried deep in his throat. He needed air, but he didn’t dare attempt to pull away from Jake’s pleasure, not until he was allowed.
Seeing his face turn shades of pink to red, Jake released Chad’s head, allowing him to fall back towards the chair on his ass, gasping and choking for air.
“Get the fuck back up here, boy!” Jake commanded. “You need to finish this fuckin’ job.” Chad struggled to get back on his knees and wrap his mouth around Jake’s cock again. He was clumsy and Jake was impatient. “NOW!” Jake barked.
Quickly, Chad gained control and took to plunging his throat with Jake’s rod again. This time, no hand was there to hold him down –– he had to prove to Jake he could do it himself. Forcing himself down on Jake’s rod, Chad fought to swallow as much cock as he could into his throat. He wanted nothing more than to feel Jake’s hairy pelvis against his lips.
“Now that’s a good fuckin’ boy.” Jake moaned out loud, more impressed by Chad’s hunger. “The guys are gonna fuckin’ love your faggot ass.” Jake propped his elbows on the counter of the booth and began thrusting his hips back and forth to feed his meat in and out of Chad’s mouth.
Chad took to the rhythm of Jake’s hips quickly, locking his jaw open and balancing himself with a hand on Jake’s thigh. With his free hand, Chad fumbled with his belt and was working to get his cock free from his own pants.
“Oh no you don’t!” Jake called out, recognizing Chad’s attempt to free his cock. “You don’t get off until I get off, fucker. Get your damn hands off your pants and focus on getting my nut son!”
Obedient as always Chad gave up his attempts and focused on the task at hand.
“That’s it boy.” Jake coached. “Open that fuckin’ pussy-ass throat of yours. Show me how bad you want that fuckin’ job boy.” Jake continued to pump away at Chad’s throat, enjoying the sounds of his gasps for air. Chad’s spit had flooded down his bare chest and began to puddle on the floor.
Bracing each hand on the sides of Jake’s thick thighs, Chad held on to his hips tight as his head bobbed up and down without regard to oxygen. Chad wanted that nut as bad as Jake wanted to bust it. He could feel Jake’s cock stiffen harder and took note that his nuts were no longer slapping his chin, a sign Jake was close to busting.
Looking up toward Jake’s face, Chad enjoyed the view of Jake staring forward, deep in ecstasy. His strong hands were tweaking his stiff nipples.
“Yeah boy that’s it!” Jake howled. “Get that nut fucker!” Chad quickly picked up his speed and squeezed down his throat as hard as he could on Jake’s fat flesh, sending Jake into a cascade of orgasms.
“HOLY FUCK!!!!” Jake let out a booming call to anyone in earshot that he’d just dropped a large load into Chad’s throat.
Chad relaxed his throat, allowing Jake’s cock to pump his cum into his belly. Chad may not know the taste of Jake’s cum today but if he got that job, he would definitely find out later when he was working.
After what felt like an eternity to drain the last drop of cum from his shaft, Jake finally pulled himself free of Chad’s mouth.
“You’re a good sport there buddy,” Jake smirked as he grabbed the towel to wipe off the sweat he had accumulated from the action.
“Thanks, Mister,” Chad replied, wiping his mouth with his arm. He slowly stood up, waiting his turn to use the towel. Jake shifted the towel from his pits and chest to sop up the spit and sweat from his crotch.
“Better clean up.” Jake tossed the towel to Chad. It was coated in Jake’s body secretions but Chad didn’t care. He would love nothing less than to wear Jake’s scent all day.
Realizing Chad was standing there and staring, Jake reminded him he had an appointment. “You better get up there buddy.” Chad’s eyes quickly darted to Jake’s face. “You need to make sure you get that job, right?”
“Oh, yes…yes, sir.” Chad pulled his shirt off the hanger, now mostly dry, and slipped it back on. Jake stepped aside but did not leave the doorway. This left only a little more than a foot of space for Chad to slide through. Chad turned his back to Jake and began to slide through. Just as his crack aligned with Jake’s bulging cock, Jake gave it a quick thrust forward, digging it into Chad’s small crack.
“I’m gonna enjoy stretchin’ out that fuckhole of yours boy,” Jake spoke sternly into Chad’s ear before the boy quickly squirmed loose. Turning briefly to gaze upon his new master, Chad smiled and promptly headed through the gate toward the clubhouse.
Chad didn’t know what to think. He had never had a guy do that to him before, but he sure did like it a lot. He couldn’t stop thinking of how big Jake’s cock was and how much cum he had swallowed. However, he had a job to get first and walking in with an enormous hard-on was not likely to impress the new boss. Or would it? Chad tried to think of dead things and old ladies but his cock was at full throttle, so he shifted it to line up with his zipper in hopes to disguise it.
The place was swanky and sure to be an excellent spot to make some fantastic tips. The best part was it didn’t appear to be busy at all. The receptionist directed Chad to where he could find Mr. Perry’s office. Locating it, Chad knocked on the door gently.
(To be continued…)
Author: Jack Allen
Artwork: Frankie Nunez