Fluffers, Inc.

Excerpt:
Charlie shrugged. "I've been here two weeks and lost three jobs."

"What have you tried?" Ken sat on a counter in the bathroom and adjusted his prominent package.

"Waiter, bus boy, valet," Charlie winced at the memories. "Wasn't very good at any of them. So I decided to try my hand at this. I've heard about fluffers, even rented some movies about them, and I got to suck a lot of dick back on the farm."

"Really?" Ken said with surprise. "In Idaho?"

"Sure. You'd be amazed how many men like to get sucked off by a guy. I used to love the harvest season because my Dad would hire more farm hands to help out and they were always hot, hung, and horny." Charlie wet his lips thinking about the men he had serviced in the barn.

"Damn, sounds hot." Ken rubbed his expanding crotch and asked, "Care to give me a demonstration?"

Charlie smiled slightly. "Glad to." He knelt before Ken and slowly unzipped his jeans, pulling them down to the man's ankles. The steadily lengthening cock sprung out as Charlie lowered Ken's boxer briefs and he deftly caught it in his mouth. Ken was long and thick, almost eight inches. His skin tasted salty as if he had swum in the ocean before coming into work and Charlie closed his eyes as the man's dick filled his mouth and eased down his throat. He wrapped his tongue around the bulging shaft, caressing him with his tongue.

"Oh, that's good, Charlie," Ken whispered. "Yeah, just suck gently on it. Oh yeah."

Ken's hips started to pump slowly, slipping his cock out of Charlie's mouth and back in again. His dark, wiry pubic hair brushed up against Charlie's nose and upper lip as his balls swung forward and batted against his chin.

Charlie moved back and focused his suction on the ridge at the base of Ken's head, slurping and sucking on the sensitive mushroom cap of velvet skin. Pre cum leaked out of the piss slit, encouraging Charlie to dip the very tip of his tongue into it. The salty taste of Ken's pre-cum coated his tongue as Charlie reached down and worked his jeans open to release his own stiffening boner.

"Oh, that's it baby," Ken whispered. "Get that tongue up in that piss slit. Oh yeah." He let Charlie work the head of his cock for a few more minutes, then began pumping into his face, the speed of his hips quickening until he was all out fucking Charlie's mouth.

"You've got a hot fuckin' mouth there, Charlie," Ken grunted. "I like how you suck cock."

Charlie groaned around the friction of Ken's cock, the taste of the man filling his mouth and the tangy smell of his sweat working up into his nostrils. He worked his fist along his own prick, the head covered with a slick of pre cum that helped lubricate the shaft.

"Oh, fuck, man," Ken gasped. "I'm going to cum."