I've always been a crotch watcher, so as everyone started to walk out the gate I just did what came naturally to me, not thinking that one of these guys was going to be my potential new boss. As luck would have it, the guy who really made me stare... the one with the huge basket and tight suit pants, the one that I was almost drooling over, turned out to be the guy I was interviewing with...
When I realized who he was, I stammered my hello and tried not to keep looking at his bulge. It seemed as though he was used to the attention and just smiled at me and introduced himself.
"I only have about 2 hours," he said. He explained that he had a VIP pass to some airport lounge that we could use as an office for the interview and we walked down the long hall past the gates until we reached the lounge. He swiped a card and we walked in. We were greeted by a host that obviously knew him and we walked on towards his office. he asked if I would like a drink with him and I told him that I would. After the drinks arrived, we started to talk about the position that I was interviewing.
As we talked, he was moving around from the desk to the bar to the desk again... loosening his tie, getting in and out of his brief case... while he asked me about my experience, etc. I was sitting on a comfortable chair facing his desk. From time to time he would sit down on the couch next to the desk and and have drink. he had a real moose Knuckle in his pants and it was hard for me to keep my eyes off it.
Then he opened a door that turned out to be a bathroom. As he continued to ask me questions, he walked in and whipped out a huge piece of meat and proceeded to take a long, hard, loud piss that I had full view of. I tried to keep answering his questions, but I know I was stuttering and stammering as I stared at his fat cock gushing like a fire-hose. He chuckled a little under his breath because he knew that he was working my nerves. I really was having a hard time remembering what it was I was there to do. He finished, shook his cock absentmindedly, with drops flinging around the bathroom, then stuffed his meat back in his pants and sat down behind the desk as he asked me more questions.
I tried to concentrate on his questions, but I could tell that he was up to something back there.
Then he pushed back a little and I about fell out of my chair when saw that he was giving his crotch a good rubbing."I get the feeling that you like dick," he said.
"Is this part of the interview," I asked, finally starting to understand what was going on.
"It's a really BIG-PART of it he said with that same shit-eating-grin of his.
I walked around behind the desk and knelt down in front of him. His cock looked very cramped in his pants and I undid his belt and pulled down his zipper. I started to lick and sniff at his crotch as his dick continued to grow and pulse.
I was amazed at the trophy he had sticking out of his pants and I worshipped it with my mouth and throat. As I worked his stiff prick, it just kept on growing growing and growing.
Getting thicker and thicker
I slobbered and sucked and stroked as he moaned and pumped my face. He continued to drink his drink and somewhere in the middle of my cock worshipping he lit a cigar and told me what a good a cocksucker I was as he blew smoke in my face. Finally, he stood up and pumped a bucket load of jizz in to my mouth and all over the front of me. I cleaned up the best I could and licked up the last drops off his cock.
"So, do I get the job," I asked as I was getting myself together.
"Not the first one you interviewed for," he said. " I pretty much knew that you were not getting that one right away." And now that I know how you suck dick, I couldn't have you around the office... it would be too distracting. But You got the job as one of my cocksuckers for sure," he laughed. He grabbed one of my cards and told me to expect his call. It was the first time I was ever glad to not get the job.
