I was awake early after hardly sleeping all night in anticipation of my first day on a new job. My boss, Don was going to pick me up and take me on my first service call with him. I’d dressed in tight jeans(no underwear), a tee shirt, boots, and put on a leather jacket in hope I’d be as attractive to him as I’d evidently been the past weekend when he’d climbed into bed with me and taught me what it was like to have sex with a man. There’s a horn! My heart stopped as I looked out and saw his van in the drive. I ran out, climbed in the passenger seat and said with my heart pounding hard, "good morning". He looked at me with that devilish grin and said, "how ya’ doin’?" I smiled back, "just fine" and we took off. I told him that I wasn’t sure how to dress because we hadn’t talked about what I’d be doing, He told me that I looked perfect. We turned down a country road and drove a little while when he said, "you know, you’re on the time clock now and just sitting there. We’re going to be on the road a while and it would sure help pass the time, if your head was laying in my lap with my cock in your mouth." I looked into his eyes and he knew I was ready. His leather-gloved hand went to the back of my head and pull me down to his crotch. I could see he was already hard (so was I). I unbuckled, unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and pulled them down slowly and carefully exposing his gorgeous cock which had shoved it’s way through the opening in his underwear. I didn’t waste anytime taking the head in my mouth and then sucking the whole monster down my throat. "Damn, you’re the best cock sucker I’ve ever had and if you keep this up, you’re in line for a raise." That just made me suck and tongue him all the harder. "God boy, you’ve got me so fucking hot and hard, I’m gonna have to pull over and fuck you!" "Get in the back of the van and get your clothes off." No sooner than I’d stripped, he had the van on the side of the road and was climbing back to join me. He pulled a blanket out of a tool chest, reached under his seat and pulled out a tube of lube, and with a grin said, "I hoped things would turn out this way." I grinned back and said, "So did I." He stripped, stuck his cock back in my mouth and said "get it good and wet, boy," while he was lubing my ass. He grabbed my jacket and propped my ass up with it and with me on my back, he started his decent on my pucker. I was so ready for him, even though I was still sore from the fuckings he’d given me over the weekend, I didn’t want anything to stop this moment or anytime with this hot stud. His cock was against my boy-pussy and I looked up and said, "fuck me, daddy!" Like an animal he buried himself to the hilt and said, "I think you like your daddy’s cock; that turns me on and makes me real hard and happy." I said, "teach me what boys are supposed to do to make their daddy happy." "We’re on our way boy, right now" and he began fucking me like a wild animal. "Damn, you feel good, he said. I’ve not stopped thinking about you all weekend." He pushed me back on my shoulders, shove it in all the way. As he slapped my ass with both big hands, my ass tightened and I felt his load empty deep in my bowels and he kept cuming and cuming until he collapsed on top of me. As soon as his hairy chest and stomach hit me, my throbbing cock started pumping cum between us. "Oh shit, that was good!" he said. I said, "Can we do this every work day?" He answered, "you can bet your sweet ass is gonna be fucked at least twice every day." I answered, "I’m ready anytime you are!" This similar routine went on for the first two weeks. A few variations added a nice spice; like the time he was servicing equipment which was in a ranchers barn and saw a bull-whip hanging on a peg. I watched as he kept glancing back at it. I noticed because I had my eye on it too. Before long, he looked outside to make sure no one was around, grabbed the whip in one hand, me in the other and pulled me to the back of the barn where he bound my wrists with rope, threw it over a rafter and pulled me so I was stretched to the point my feet where barely touching ground. He gagged me with his bandanna and then gently at first practiced bull-whipping me. As he saw I wasn’t complaining, the whipping got a harder and he got a little braver on the his whipping style. When he was so hard he was about to burst, he undid my pants letting them drop to the floor, opened up his pants, grabbed my hips, and shoved himself in. Fucking the hell out of me while I still hanged from the rafter and danced on my toes. As he shot, he said, "I gotta get us a whip!" On Friday of the second work week (or play week), he told me he was having some buddies over to play poker on Saturday night and wondered if I wanted to make a little extra money for college by serving them food and drinks and basically helping them out all night. I said "sure, that sounds good." As he dropped me off at home that night, he told me to come over around 6:00 and he’d fill me in on my poker responsibilities. I got out of the van, raised my hand to wave good-bye, and said, "see ya’ tomorrow!" Don smiled that smile, winked, and said, "oh, we’ll have a REAL good time tomorrow night".
