Oliver Lamb is settling in quite well as the movie studio COO’s executive assistant. The young man was almost too young for the job and completely inexperienced, but he had enthusiasm and a willingness to service his boss’ every need. Skills can be taught, but that kind of devotion is a rare quality. Oliver has settled in and loves his job. Especially the afternoon breaks, where he helps his boss relax, relieve the stresses of hectic mornings, and get past that really hard afternoon slump. The other day, Rocky was on the phone. Oliver came in with a fresh cup of coffee. Rocky hadn’t asked for it, and he suspected Oliver was just looking for an excuse to check up on him. It was about time for their morning fuck. Rocky pointed at his crotch, and the boy was down there in a flash. Rocky was looking forward to their morning fuck, too, but work is work. Truth is, he likes getting sucked off while he’s on a business call. It reminds him that he’s a pornographer. He can get away with crossing lines. He’s also the boss. His company, his rules, his fuckboy assistant. So, Oliver has his boss’ fly spread open, working the man’s fat dick into his throat. He’s gotten much better, but it’s not going balls deep, no matter how hard he tries. Asses stretch, but throats don’t. Unfortunately. Rocky ends his call as soon as he can. He needs more than a blowjob. As soon as he can hang up, he has Oliver on his desk. On his knees. If he had a desk custom-made for fucking that boy, it couldn’t be a better height. Rocky dives in, working his tongue into Oliver’s hole, his dick so hard it’s aching. He worked his way in. He’s getting up to speed, and Oliver is moaning and panting like the little fuckboy slut that he is. Oliver works his magic, and the snack he serves up fills Rocky’s hunger and leaves the man satisfied and ready to tackle the rest of his day.
