From where the window was positioned, Mr. Herman’s desk was facing the wall, giving Max a clear view of what was happening. Junior was on the other side, Mr. Herman looking away and unaware he was seeing any of this, obviously enthralled with his stepson, one hand on Junior’s basket, the other wrapped around his ass. Junior wasn’t looking at him, however–he was staring at Max through the window. He smiled, and one of his hands slipped lower the waistband of his shorts, letting his cock free–Mr. Herman immediately guzzling it down. Max’s mouth was dry. How many times had he thought about tasting it, how many times had he tried, only for Junior to deflect? And here he was, giving it to Mr. Herman like…like a fucking whore.
He was angry. Angrier than he’d ever been in his life, but angry at who? At Junior? It was obvious that he’d started it to spite him. At Mr. Herman? He hated him, but no. He was angry at himself. He’d done something wrong, all this time. Junior could have been his, and…and for the first time he realized he might lose him. To someone like Mr. Herman, of all people. Junior let him keep sucking on his cock, while he reached down, and freed the older man’s cock from his pants. It wasn’t large, and yet, as Junior started stroking it, right in front of Max’s eyes, it got hard, and then it started growing. From a modest four inches, it inflated, larger and thicker, until it had to be close to eight–only then, did Junior push Mr. Herman away, spin his chair away from Max, and then sank to his knees in front of his boss, and started sucking.
He couldn’t watch this any longer. He broke away, panting, cock hard and leaking in his pants. His small cock, his tiny fucking cock, and he’d just seen…what the fuck had he just seen? He didn’t know, but he wanted it. He wanted to be in that chair, he wanted his big cock shoved down junior’s throat, and he knew that if he quit, he’d be alone. Junior didn’t need him–Junior wanted him, but he wasn’t going to want him anymore, not if he did this. He ripped up the letter and threw it in the shredder, and tried to get himself back under control, when the door opened and Junior slid out of the office, wiping a bit of cum from his chin.
“How could you?”
“How could I not?” he said, “I think it’s time I went home, daddy. If you want to find me at your apartment tonight, I think you know what you have to do.” He pulled Max around, one hand on his crotch, somehow making his cock feel smaller than it already was, and then gave him a kiss. Not like at home, not even with tongue–just a light brush which left Max wanting him even more than he did already, and yet also doubling as the hint of a goodbye, and he turned and walked away.
Max watched him go, his stepson’s ass swishing off towards the elevator. Was it even his stepson? Max was beginning to suspect that Junior was something else entirely, and yet he wanted him. He wanted him so badly, but he couldn’t. The moment of bravery was over. He looked down at his letter, ripped apart, and felt silly. Quitting was the right thing to do. The moral thing. The thing that good people did.
“Oh! Max, I didn’t see you there,” Mr. Herman said. He was standing in the doorway to his office, face red, shirt untucked, looking positively happy. Max could see the bulge of his new cock pushing against his suitpants. “Have…have you been standing there…long?”
“Oh, uh…no. I just came…there was something I wanted to talk to you about.”
“Oh, I think it can probably wait until tomorrow. I’m leaving early today–I’ve, well, let’s just say I haven’t had to work this hard in a while.”
“No!” he said, and moved in his path, “No, before you go, I wanted to tell you that I decided who, uh…well, I have a plan for cutting costs, like you asked me to draw up last week. I’m sorry I took so long, but–”
“Oh, don’t worry about that. I found some other…fat we can trim, shall we say?” Mr. Herman said, eyeing him. “We can talk tomorrow, Max.”
He pushed past him, and his chance was slipping away. “Wait! Wait, you see, it’s important. I have…I mean, I’ve had my suspicions, but I think I’ve finally found the reason why this project has been stalled. Julian has been talking to headhunters, Mr. Herman. He’s planning on jumping ship.”
Mr. Herman’s usually calm, calculating expression broke for a moment, revealing actual surprise, and then hardened into suspicion. “That’s a serious accusation, Max.”
“That’s why I wanted to wait until I had proof. He hasn’t been filing the patents. He’s leaking information so other companies can file them as soon as he leaves, and there won’t be a thing we can do about it, unless we act quickly. Look, let’s…let’s just sit down and we can talk about this. I don’t think it can wait another day.”
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