Like many a young buck fresh out of college with a degree in his hand, I was ready to conquer the world. But with the world not exactly beating a path to my door, I was stuck biding my time at the local affiliate of a computer chain store. Not the greatest job, but at least I get to make house calls to the customers' PCs. And my most recent experience has made the work all the more enjoyable.



Max Parker was the store's most valuable customer, a local entrepreneur who bought thousands of dollars worth of software every month. I remember seeing him on a couple of occasions, but we never had the chance to meet. I was quite surprised to learn that he had specifically requested me for a service call to his home. When I arrived and rang the doorbell, I was not prepared for the way he greeted me.



Evenly matched in height, Max was a powerfully built man with light brown hair and a full, darker-shaded beard. And did I mention he answered the door in a thin but snugly fitting pair of running shorts and tennis shoes? Nothing else--just shorts and shoes. Flashing a brilliant smile, he shook my hand. "Hey, Ryan. Good to see you," he stated. "Sorry about my appearance. I was just going out for my afternoon run." I took a deep breath and tried to regain my composure. "Not a problem," I assured him. 



"The computer's in the den," he said, ushering me into the lavishly furnished room. "Make yourself comfortable. You may be here for a while.

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At the time, I didn't catch the meaning of what he said; looking back now, it's very obvious what he meant. "Take your time. I'll be back in about an hour to see how you're doing." With that, he left the room, leaving the door open.



Wanting to make a good impression, I threw myself into the task at hand, checking cables and plugs. Twenty minutes later, I had reestablished Max's internet connection and ran a diagnostic, making sure the hard drive was virus-free.



Returning to the icon page, I was impressed with the number of files Max carried. When I activated the START tab to shut down the computer, the quarter page menu popped up and my eyes immediately zeroed in on the MY PICTURES option. Quickly glancing behind me to ensure my privacy, I gave into temptation and clicked the mouse. Within seconds, I was confronted with a number of files, all bearing sexually explicit titles. I selected HOT SEX and was rewarded with a thumbnail page of shot after shot of Max having his way with all kinds of totally willing young men. Blonds, brunettes, red heads...this man really loved his work. And judging from the looks on their faces, so did these hot young studs.



The vision of all that sex was practically leaping off the screen, drenching me in sweat. I was subconsciously rubbing the front of my pants, having lost all track of time when a hand touched my shoulder and a voice asked, "See something you like?" I spun around in the swivel chair to see Max, fresh from his run. The heat of the summer day had contributed to his now glistening body, perspiration accenting both the hair on his head and his torso. My eyes automatically dropped to below the waist where his running shorts now resembled the top of a tent.



Despite the crossfire my senses were taking from the picture file and the real thing standing in front of me, I somehow managed to find my voice. "I didn't mean to invade your privacy. I'm sorry. Pl--please don't get me fired, I really need this job."



Max displayed that great smile again and replied,"Get you fired? After all it took to convince your boss to send you here in the first place?" The sudden realization hit me like a thunderbolt as Max stepped closer, his crotch only an inch from my face. My eyes met his and he nodded his consent. I grabbed his hips and began to assault his rigid cock through the nylon. His manly scent filled my nostrils as I added my saliva to his already-wet trunks.



Grasping the elastic band, I slid the shorts down his legs and over his running shoes. Raising my head back up, I bumped it on the piece of lumber sticking out from between his legs. And a nice two-by-four it was! As thick as my wrist, at least ten inches with a foreskin slightly covering the head. Now I knew the reason for the delirious looks on the guys in the photos. As Max thrust in and out of my mouth, I managed to undress myself. Reaching below my ass, he picked me up and deposited me on the desk. He then pulled up the chair and set to work on my dick.



As Max devoured me whole, I grabbed the mouse and began exploring his other picture files. Viewing these sizzling hot images brought me to the edge. When I announced my intention to come, Max clamped down, indicating he was a swallower. I obliged him with a blast of semen and he consumed every ounce until I was drained dry. Disengaging himself, he looked me straight in the eye. "Now it's my turn to get off."



Reaching into a desk drawer, Max pulled out a condom packet and a bottle of lube. While he slipped the raincoat on, I did my part and greased my hole. Settling back, I pulled my legs onto my chest and within seconds, he had entered me. Max was careful at first, allowing my ass to adjust to his size, then he took complete control of me. My sweaty body slid back and forth on the polished desktop with every movement of Max's pistoning rod.



Just when I thought it would never end, Max pulled out, peeled off the rubber and shot his load, painting my chest. Completely spent, he collapsed on top of me, kissing me softly, then giving me a puzzled look. "I'm going to run out of reasons to have you make house calls. My computer can only 'break down' so many times."



"You could always hire me to work for you," I pointed out. "I'm sure you have a position for me somewhere." 



Max smiled. "The only position for you is the one you're already in."



"That works for me!"