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Big Dumb Dick: Chapter Two - The Interview
The bus incident was so embarrassing, but it reminded me of a similar situation that happened a couple months ago when I tried to get a Summer job. During Summer Break, my dad would hound me every day about being lazy, and constantly suggest I get out of the house. He'd also wish that I would stop hanging out at Garrett's house, "He looks at you like you're something to eat", he'd say. I just assumed that my dad was being homophobic or something; there's no way my best buddy Garrett would treat me like a piece of meat.
I did take my dad's advice though. The next day I put on a button-up shirt and some nice khaki shorts and walked into a hole-in-the-wall burger joint down the street from my house. People often told me that the only thing I'd be good at in life would be flipping burgers, so I figured this place would be perfect. The spot was pretty small, which contrasted pretty starkly against my huge, athletic frame. I looked around nervously then walked up to the front counter.
"Hey, what can I get for you?" The cashier asked me.
"Hi!" I grinned. "I'm here for an interview."
She blinked. "Mark didn't tell me we had any interviews today. Did you fill out an application online?"
I gulped, not knowing that I should have notified them beforehand. I stepped back, prepared to leave the restaurant, but that was when a guy, who I assumed was Mark, emerged from the kitchen behind the counter. He was a bit short, probably about 5'6, and had a mop of shaggy blond hair. He had a handsome face, and looked to be in his mid-20's.
"Oh, Mark!" The cashier began. "Did you forget to tell me you had an interview today?"
Mark looked at her, puzzled. "What? No. I'm not looking to hire-", he stopped abruptly once he locked his eyes on me. He sized me up, then his confused demeanor changed and he grinned, almost mischievously. I looked down at him and smiled back.
"Actually, I did forget. Right this way, big guy," he said, then looked back at the cashier. "Maria, tell everybody I'll be busy for the next thirty minutes and to not bother me, no matter what."
She giggled, "Have fun, you two." I looked at them both, not sure what was so funny, but I didn't have time to think about it as I followed Mark into his office.
It was a pretty cramped space, and Mark had to squeeze past me to get behind his desk. His butt brushed against my crotch and I could've sworn he paused for a second to savor my jock bulge being pressed against him, but Mark seemed straight to me, so maybe it was just an unfortunate accident. Stuff like that happens to me all the time.
Mark sat down behind his desk and motioned for me to have a seat as well, so I did. I spread my legs to sit comfortably (my big dick never allowed me to sit with my legs close together), but my bulge had been pretty prominent that morning, and I caught Mark occasionally sneaking glances at it. I chalked this up to him simply being curious, not gay or anything.
He asked if I had been to the restaurant before, which I said I had not. He then asked if I ever had a job, to which I replied no. He squinted, asked if I had any skills that would be integral to working in a fast food restaurant, then laughed when I asked him what "integral" meant.
"You're not that bright, are you?" He said.
I laughed, "No, not really."
"That's okay." He grabbed the cup of coffee that was sitting on his desk, then stood up and walked over to my side of the desk. "Not everyone is smart. Besides, I'm sure a beefcake like you has other uses."
I made eye contact with him, wondering why he had come over to stand next to me. I then watched in horror as the coffee in his cup spilled out, hitting me directly on my crotch. It was lukewarm, but I still yelped out of sheer surprise. My shorts were soaked, and now clung obscenely to my thick, kielbasa sausage.
"Oh shit! Sorry, dude! Here, let me help you." He reached over and grabbed a tissue from a box on his desk. I froze as he began patting my crotch with it. He dabbed the area, but when he saw that it wasn't working that well, he began wiping up and down the length of my shaft. I shifted uncomfortably as he repeatedly moved back and forth, almost as if he was giving me a handjob in my seat.
"Mark, it's okay really. You don't have to-"
"It's fine, bro. It's my fault. Wow this stain really is soaked in deep. Stand up really quick."
I did as he said, and was horrified as he roughly yanked down my khaki shorts before I could object. He was now on his knees, staring deeply at my bulge through my wet boxers. He reached out and gripped my long cock.
"Yup, even these are wet." He said.
He took another tissue and began the process of wiping again. I wanted to tell him that it seemed like he was succeeding more at jerking my donkey dong instead of getting a stain out, but I was too nervous. My cock throbbed in response to Mark's touch, and I couldn't help but flex it and watch as it jumped and smacked Mark's face.
He laughed it off and said, "That's a long pole you got there, guy. Almost poked my eye out." The whole time he said that his hand moved around it.
"I wonder if your dick is stained too." With that, he put his fingers into my waistband and pulled. I blushed as my trouser snake bounced out of his cloth prison and stood out, proud for everyone to see.
It was a bit sticky from the coffee, which Mark had noticed immediately. He looked up at me from down on his knees and said, "Yeah we might have a problem, dude. You don't want any sticky substance like coffee to come in contact with your genitals for long. You could get an infection or something."
"Are you serious? Oh my God, what are we gonna do, Mark?" I had never heard of coffee causing an infection, but I felt like I had no choice but to trust Mark.
"Tell you what: since coffee is meant to be drunk, why don't I just get it off with my mouth? That seems smart, right?"
He didn't give me time to respond before he took the fat mushroom head of my dick into his mouth. I felt his tongue swirl around it, and I hoped that the taste of the coffee overpowered the undeniable taste of my meaty jock cock. He licked the tip some more, before swallowing some of my beer can-thick cock's length.
"Mark," I huffed, "are you sure this is right? Maybe there's another way-"
He silenced me by taking more inches into his mouth, and I moaned as I felt the tip begin to breach his throat. He still had a good amount of inches before his nose reached my bush, though. His mouth was so warm and wet, and he even used his left hand to massage my full balls. Not sure what that was for, but maybe Mark did this for another straight, jock friend so I didn't object.
He began to gag as more inches breached his throat, so I patted his head in an effort to calm him down. I guess he misinterpreted this somehow, as he then started to furiously bob up and down my thick dick.
"Oh fuck," I moaned. Mark was really good at this. He must have been really sorry for spilling coffee on me, because he was working hard to clean up my shlong. I decided that maybe I should help him out, so I grabbed his head on both sides by his ears and began to pump my dick in and out, skull-fucking him deep. Wet, sloshing noises filled his office as I held him down and fucked his face pretty roughly. In hindsight, I guess I was overzealous, but I had to admit that it felt good and it was Mark's idea in the first place.
His eyes were puffy, and he was gagging pretty seriously now, but I kept going. If an infection really was possible, I didn't wanna take any chances. I felt Mark struggle as I pulled his head down my dong's full length, his tongue now touching my balls. I didn't believe it was possible for someone to take all of my massive dick into their mouth, and yet here Mark was, writhing as my cock assaulted his throat.
"Yeah, Mark, you got it. Keep going. Fuck, I can feel it coming out." I wasn't sure if I was talking about the coffee on my dick, or the huge load of jizz stored in my nuts, but I decided it was best to not worry about it and continue the cleaning process. I continued to pump Mark's mouth, his mouth becoming slack as my donger lodged itself repeatedly into his esophagus.
The pleasure of his mouth on my cock was pushing me over the edge, and I couldn't help but pick up speed as I felt my orgasm coming. Mark's glossy eyes were locked with mine, and his face was layered with his saliva. My balls slapped loudly against his chin, and his nose was repeatedly buried in my pubic bush.
Using my superior jock strength, I held Mark's head firmly in place. My final thrusts were slower, but were still just as deep. I moaned loudly as my dick pulsated, shooting the first few thick wads of my load down Mark's throat and straight into his stomach. An audible pop could be heard as I pulled the supreme length of my cock out of Mark's mouth. My dick hadn't finished shooting, so several ropes of cum landed directly onto Mark's handsome face. I continued moaning, feeling completely euphoric as shot after shot painted his forehead, eyebrows, and chin.
When my orgasm had finally subsided, Mark stood up and shuffled past me to sit down behind his desk. I grinned sheepishly, cock still out but now deflating, and asked Mark if I had gotten the job.
Mark grabbed a couple tissues and wiped his face, then looked at me and said, "The position's full. Sorry."
End of Chapter Two
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