led
him Mr. Goughler, but he insisted that I call him Daddy in
private. It bothered me when I heard his employees called
him Mr. Gobbler behind his back. But I had to admit that his
behavior was very homosexual.
It didn' t take long for me to bee fortable
sleeping with my boss. He slowly became more physical with
me. He would walk around the house in the nude and would
place his hands on his genitalia and lift his package up. When
we went to bed his kisses became more than just a pe
the cheek. One evening he placed his mouth on mine and
gave me a wet kiss, with tongue. It shocked me, but I didn' t
object.
That must have emboldened him, because he placed
his hand on my chest and started rubbing my chest like my
mother used to do when I had a cold, and she rubbed Ben-
gay on my chest. It made my nipples hard, and my dick got
hard. Before I k his big paw of a hand was sliding down
my body to my crotch. When his chubby fiouched my
penis responded by jerking and it felt like it was harder than it
had ever been before. To me it seemed to be twice as long as
it had ever been.
I almost panicked wheook hold of my penis. He
started milking my penis, and I was seating like I was in a
steam-room. I lay there on my back afraid to move. He
pulled on it for a while, but I couldn' t cum.
Just when I thought he was going to give up, he moved
his ponderous body around to lean over me, and took my
coto his mouth. He sucked on it like the meical
milking maes used ba the farm to milk cows. While
he was sug my cock, he used his right hand to play with
my s. At one point he moved his hand down further
between my legs and stuck a chubby finger into my asshole.
The shock of his a caused me to untably squirt cum
into his mouth.
All my