There in the JB sat some 8-10 guys on this enormously large sofa. They were all very nervous about their interview. Most of them were perhaps appearing for an interview. They all were 18-21 years of age. The owner of the bar had surely got some nice bait!
Rohan entered the owner’s office. There sat this man I had seen. “Hi, I am John. How do you find JB? Hey do you know JB means John’s Bar.”
Rohan, “Ohh JB’s a nice place sir. It would be my pleasure to work here. In fact I don’t know anybody in this city. I need a job badly.”
"So, what's your work experience?" John asked as he glares up and down
the fine body of the 20 year old Adonis before him.
Rohan talked about some of the jobs he'd had. But John barely listened as his cock is already itching to fuck the shit out of Rohan. As Rohan
finished his brief resume, he stood there in silence, observing that stud. John licked his lips, stared back at Rohan, and said, “Do you know what the actual requirement of the job is.”
“Uh, a waiter..”
“Well, I need somebody who cannot wait..”
“?” Rohan was very confused. He would
have otherwise got angry but this man in front of him had an empowering effect on him.
“Somebody who cannot wait to be my slave and my customers’ b##ch.”
Without waiting for an answer, John unzipped his jeans, reached in and
pulled out his big boner. With hands now crossed on his chest and a
broad smile on his face, he jutted out his hips, as that monster cock flopped out before him, dangling dangerously between his legs. Rohan was now the one to lick his lips. His eyes showed both fear and amazement and his mouth was wide open as John began to move his hips, side to side, that huge black monster swaying heavily before its intended victim.
"Agar yahaan kaam karma hai toh ise sambhaalna padta hai. Mere chaar waiters din-raat yahi karte hain.. par kya karein, meri mardangee
ko chaar se jyaada chaahiye," John demanded. "Get down on your knees,
I need to test that sweet looking mouth."
Now Rohan is kneeling before Top Dawg and sticks out his tongue to reach the monstercock. As tongue meets hungry flesh, John sighs. Rohan then opens wide and chomps down softly, savoring the silky and tender mushroom head. John puts one hand on Rohan's head while holding the thick base of his ass buster. It isn't long before he is rocking his hips, pushing his cock in deeper by the second.
"Yeah, suck that cock," he demands. "I need to feel it sliding
down your
throat."
Rohan looks up. John just smiles back. The sight of his massive
meat going to this sweet Rohan’s mouth and a clear-cut flash of fear in his eyes just drives him on further.
"Yeah, take that cock. Take it all," John tells his prey.
He can see Rohan forcing back his gag reflex as his cock head slips into those tight confines of a slick, gripping throat. Still he forces it down.
With his hand planted firmly on Jamal's head, Top Dawg groans as he watches and feels his cock sink in balls deep.
He feels Jamal's nose pressing up against his freshly trimmed pubic hairs and grinds himself tightly into his face.
Now, John starts feeling drops of tears from Rohan’s eyes on John’s balls. “Aeee jaan, roti kyun hai? Yahaan pe rehna hai toh yeh karna padega.. din bhar ke kaam ke baad mard ka ras peena sehat ke liye achha hota hai. Ab chup chaap pi naa yaar.”
“Ahh, yes… you have one nice mouth boy.”
“Aur andar jaane de.. aaah, aur andar le..”
“Man, I want to fill your stomach with my cum.”
“You want my cum don’t you baby. Say yes..”
Rohan had gone crazy. He was crazily slurping the big mean cock that mouthfcked him. He nodded his head wildly.
“Ha ha.. that’s like a good boy…”, John said. “Aaah.. here comes your first dose of mancum boy…”
Minutes later Rohan was seen walking out of the bar. He had a big smile on his face. He had got the job. And he had been given two sets of uniform, one set to be worn 8.30am to 10pm and the other set to be worn between 10.30pm to 2am… After the maindoor of the bar was closed.
