Dad's Rough Interview

The office of Lance Crawford, a space usually reserved for crafting persuasive pitches and nurturing client relations, had transformed into a sex den. Lance’s son, Jonah, was at the center of the action, bouncing between the cocks of his father and Benjamin Brooks, one of Lance’s longtime colleagues and a man who Jonah had come to consider an uncle. The midday sun filtered through the blinds, casting striped shadows across the room where the scent of cologne mingled with the manly fragrance that could only come from a vigorous nooner.

Jonah Crawford, his tousled blond hair a stark contrast to the polished mahogany of his father’s desk, was bent over the edge, his eyes watering from the sheer force of the dual penetration. Lance, his powerful hands gripping his son’s hips, drove into Jonah with an animalistic ferocity. Each thrust elicited a grunt from Lance. This was a side of the man that Jonah suspected his father possessed, but only now was seeing for the first time. He did not hate it.

“So, Jonah,” Lance began, his voice steady despite his exertions, “tell me why a faggot like you thinks he’d… nnnghhh… be a good fit for Horace and Bright.”

Jonah, his mouth stuffed with Benjamin Brooks’ considerable girth, could only manage a muffled moan in response. Benjamin, leaning back in Lance’s chair, smirked at Jonah, who was giving it his best effort to swallow the most enormous cock he had ever had in his mouth. Benjamin’s hands pulled hard on the young man’s hair, his own pleasure mounting with each bob.

“Mmm, I think what your dad means to ask, kid,” Benjamin interjected, his gaze locked on Jonah’s strained throat, “is how you plan to balance your... aahhh… extracurricular activities with the… aaahhh… physical demands of an internship?”

Jonah’s mind raced, his thoughts a whirlwind of lust and the desperate need to impress the men. He wanted nothing more than to prove his worth, to show his father and Benjamin that he could be an asset to H&B. But was this all the internship would entail? Sexually satisfying both men? Jonah couldn’t imagine that this would be the only thing required of him. Or would it? Jonah started to understand why Lance came home late almost every night and worked most weekends.

As Lance’s pace quickened, Jonah’s thoughts grew more frantic. He needed to answer, to say something that would convey his desire to work alongside, in front of, and under his father. Was it the professional opportunity or his need to become the office cum dump that was driving his ambition? He tried to form the words, to articulate his hunger to learn and excel under their tutelage, but all that escaped his lips was a series of elated whimpers around Benjamin’s long, veiny shaft.

“I think your son has done this before,” Benjamin said, pushing his pelvis forward. “Mmm… didn’t you say he graduated with honors but never studied?”

“Mmm-hmm…” Lance replied, drilling deep into his son. “My wife couldn’t understand it, but I knew how my son was able to keep his GPA high.”

“A slut, just like his old man,” Benjamin laughed, poking his cock down Jonah’s throat. “Well, kid… if we do hire you, you’ve got some big shoes to fill. Aaahhh… we have a habit of being demanding around this place.”

Lance leaned over his son, his breath hot against Jonah’s ear. “You’re doing just fine, boy,” he whispered, a subtle hint of approval in his voice as his balls slapped against his son’s ass. “Show us how much you want this.”

Jonah’s heart swelled with pride, the encouragement spurring him on. He redoubled his efforts, his throat working overtime to please Benjamin, his own sexual needs rising to meet the relentless rhythm of his father’s pointed thrusts.

The room filled with the sounds of slick skin slapping together, punctuated by the occasional creak of the overtaxed desk. Jonah’s vision blurred, his senses overwhelmed by the intensity of the lengthy interview. LinkedIn may have had solid advice on dressing properly and making good eye contact, but lacked on how one should handle being pierced by nearly two feet of cock from both ends. Jonah was acutely aware of every inch of his body, from the burning in his thighs to the fullness in his throat, each sensation a testament to his need to impress his passionate interviewers

As the meeting reached its crescendo, Jonah’s body tensed, a wave of pleasure crashing over him and causing his cock to leak heavily with precum. He fought the need to climax, not wanting to blow his load before his father and Benjamin had shot theirs. This decision was also instinctive and not the sort of thing one finds on LinkedIn. Jonah wanted to show them that he could withstand the pressure, that he was more than capable of handling whatever H&B could throw at him (or force inside him).

With a final, guttural roar, Lance climaxed, his grip on Jonah’s hips tightening as he emptied his seed into his son. Moments later, Benjamin followed suit, his orgasm triggering Jonah’s own, the young man’s body shuddering with the force of his balls finally releasing their warm fluids across his father’s beautiful desk. He had inadvertently soaked a photo of him and his parents that he had gotten for Lance ten years ago.

As the three men gasped for breath, the reality of the situation sank in. Jonah, still bent over the desk, could barely believe what had just transpired. He had not only survived the most unconventional of interviews but had also figured he had left a lasting impression on both Lance and Benjamin.

“How did I do?” Jonah asked, his asshole wet with his father’s cum.

“I’d say round one was impressive,” Lance answered. “Now, we’ll see how you do in round two.”

“Round… two?” Jonah asked, feeling weak in the knees and needing a break. He wouldn’t get one just yet.

Jonah sprawled across the desk, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. The scent of sex hung heavy in the air of his father’s office, a potent mix of sweat and the salty tang of semen. He had barely a moment to recover before the door to Lance’s office swung open, revealing a parade of men who filed in, their eyes burning with horny anticipation.

The first man to approach Jonah was Glenn Deacon, a tall, muscular brunette with piercing green eyes. Glenn was one of the senior account executives at Horace and Bright, known for his ruthless negotiation skills and his insatiable sexual appetite. With a firm hand, he guided Jonah’s head towards his throbbing cock, wasting no time in claiming what he had come for. At that moment, Jonah knew it was going to take everything he had to ace the interview.

Jonah opened his mouth obediently, his own need flaring back to life as the Glen’s thick shaft slid across his tongue. Behind him, another man, this one with a shaved head and a tattoo of a serpent that wound its way up his arm, positioned himself at Jonah’s entrance, his fingers slick with saliva as he prepared the young man for what was to come. Where did he come from? Was he someone from the mailroom, a custodian, or did they keep an escaped convict on retainer for intern interviews?

“Good boy… take that long cock,” Glenn muttered, going in deep and fast. “Fuuuuck… been jerking off all week thinking about fucking this sexy, young throat.”

“Don’t go easy on him, guys,” Lance said. “We need to ensure my boy has the mettle to work here.”

The room buzzed with the energy of raw lust as more men entered, their suits half-open to reveal toned chests and abs, their cocks straining against the fabric of their pants. They watched with hunger in their eyes as Jonah was passed around, his body a vessel for their pleasure.

As the hours passed, Jonah lost track of how many men he serviced and how many loads had been delivered inside his taut body. The aggressive fucking continued without reprieve, each man eager to leave his mark on Lance’s youngest. They took turns pounding their oversized cocks into Jonah’s mouth and ass, their moans echoing off the walls of the office, mingling with the wet sounds of flesh on flesh.

Some men were content to watch, their own cocks in hand as they stroked themselves to completion, adding to the rivers of semen that now decorated Jonah’s body. Others were more hands-on, their fingers digging into Jonah’s flesh, pulling him closer, deeper, as they fucked him with a ferocious intensity that left him struggling to breathe.

Jonah’s body was a sloppy mess, painted with the evidence of the men’s lust for interviewing. His skin shimmered with a sheen that could only come from wild, uninhibited sex, his hair plastered to his forehead, and his eyes glazed with the haze of submission. He was overcome by the experience of taking so many men, including his father. Only then did it occur to Jonah that his older brother Taylor had interned for H&B the previous year? The brothers shared everything, but Taylor never mentioned anything like this to Jonah.

Lance watched from the sidelines, his eyes sharp despite the satisfied smile that played on his lips. He had orchestrated this spectacle, an excruciating test of his son’s endurance and commitment, and Jonah was exceeding all expectations. The young man was proving himself to be an exemplary addition to the H&B family, his body an offering to the collective desire of the agency’s most virile men.

“Hey, honey,” Lance said, taking a call as he stood naked several feet away. “You should see him. The guys are giving Jonah everything they’ve got, and he’s keeping up with them. Yeah, he’s going to fit in around here. Yeah… just like Taylor did.”

As the final hours of the orgy waned, Jonah’s body had been pushed to its limits. His throat was raw from the relentless assault, his ass aching from the hours of being stretched and filled. Yet, despite the exhaustion that crept into his muscles, there remained a fire in him that refused to be extinguished. He craved the approval of these men, the acknowledgment that he was one of them, worthy of the trust and camaraderie that came with being part of Horace and Bright.

With a final, gut-wrenching cry, the last man found his release, his hot seed joining the pool that now filled Jonah’s belly. The room fell into a momentary silence, broken only by the ragged panting of spent bodies and the soft, wet sounds of semen dripping onto the carpeted floor.

Jonah lay there, a mess of bodily fluids and satisfaction, his chest rising and falling in a rhythm that matched the pulse of the room. He had survived the ordeal, had emerged on the other side with a sense of accomplishment that surpassed anything he had ever experienced before.

As the men began to dress and filter out of the office, leaving behind the scent of sex and the lingering warmth of their bodies, Jonah met his father’s gaze. Lance’s approving nod was all the validation he needed, a silent affirmation that Jonah had indeed proven himself worthy of the trials that lay ahead for him.

The door closed behind the last of the men, leaving Jonah alone with his father and Benjamin. As the young jock fought to sit up, his body protesting the movement, Lance approached him, a towel in hand.

“I think it’s safe to say,” Lance began, his voice laced with pride, “that you’ve more than earned your place here, Jonah. Welcome to Horace and Bright.”