"Trey?" my roommate asked me.
"Yeah?" I replied as I slowly pulled my spent dick from his well-fucked and seeded ass.
"You gonna apply for that job with the mayor I told ya about?"
"I told you I would, Man! What's your problem?" I bristled and rolled away from him.
He pulled himself closer to me. "I only meant that it means a lot to me that you'll be the other bruh sharing my bedroom there," he replied. "Like I told ya, he doesn't want me to have to drive to the mansion on a moment's notice. He wants his driver livin' there."
I cooled my jets. "What's he like anyway?"
"He's easy to get along with, not very demanding, until he gets you alone. Then, he's gonna ride your dick until you both nut," he laughed.
"I can handle that, but can he handle this?" I smiled back at him, waving my wet dick at my roommate.
"He's been takin' me for six month pretty regularly without complaints."
"And his wife is the reason he needs two drivers? Won't the citizens be a little unhappy at payin' for her chauffeur?"
"She has more money than God," Martin explained. "She's payin' for it all, the car, the driver, the gas, everything."
"Oh, so I'm gonna be a city employee then? What about you?"
"He promised me the same benefits as you get. But, he was very clear that I'd be sharing the chauffeur's quarters as there isn't more room in the mayor's mansion. The nanny's room is taken up by the second cook," he explained. The mayor and his wife had no children. The city paid for two cooks because of the frequent entertaining they did. If the dinner or party was for political or personal purposes, he reimbursed the city. To eliminate any hint of impropriety, the city auditor (another elected official) made that determination. Although they were of the same political party, they didn't like each other much.
"Why did you decide you wanted to drive for her instead of him?" I asked.
"She's not as demanding as he is for sex," he replied matter-of-factly.
"Can't keep up with him?" I smirked. "You seem to do alright here."
"He's a bottom, so that makes the demands on me a little high to service both of them."
"That's not what I asked."
"Well, the truth is, she wanted me more than he did and he wanted to stay on her good side, meaning her money," he grinned. "I mentioned you would be a good replacement for me."
"You did more than mention me. What did you tell him?"
"I told him that you drive a delivery van during the day and occasionally drive a limo at night and on weekends," he began.
"And?" I pressed.
"And that you're hung bigger than me (that was true as I had a thick 10" dick and Martin had a very respectable 9"), that you're an insatiable top (almost always true, but I have taken Martin on a few times in the year that I've known and roomed with him), and you're the best ass eater I've ever known! He loves that almost more than gettin' fucked," he laughed. He rolled over and showed me his round, hard ass. He pulled his gluts apart and wiggled his butt in my direction. His creamy hole winked at me.
I rolled toward him and buried my face in his ass again. I don't know when I became such a butt pig, but I loved eating out his ass after I'd fucked and nutted in him. It always got me hard again and this time was no exception. I buried my dick between his stretched ass lips and pounded him into our shared bed. He wiggled, giggled, pushed back, and drank another load from my overly full nuts. This time, though, I stayed on top of him and continued to pump away until my dick wilted and slipped out.
After I rolled away from him again, he smiled over at me. "How do you manage to make me nut when you fuck me? No one else has ever been able to do that." He moved to show me that his abs and the sheets beneath him were soaked with his dick gravy.
I grinned back at him. "You're just easy. It ain't my doin'."
"That monster dick hits every button I got," he sighed and stripped a drop of cum from the tip of my dick with a couple of fingers. He licked them off. "Good to the last drop."
"If you didn't have such a hungry ass, I'd let you suck me off sometime," I offered.
"I prefer your big dick up my butt more. I can't take that horsedick in my throat. You're too big."
Before you get the wrong idea, Martin and I aren't lovers or boyfriends. We're fuck buddies who live together. There is nothing romantic going on between us. We figured that out within the first couple of weeks of rooming together. And it made the sex just that much better when we didn't have all that relationship baggage getting in the way of a good time.
The next morning, I called the mayor's office, told them who I was, and why I was calling. The operator put me on hold for a moment. "Please come into our personnel office as soon as possible. Someone there will give you the application form and a blood test," she said. "Bring a résumé if you have one. What time should we expect you?"
"Blood test?" I wondered.
"Just a formality," she replied.
So, I told her to expect me during the noon hour on Monday. She said someone would be there to be sure I filled in all the important elements on the application and someone else to draw blood.
After completing the application and blood test on Monday, I was told to expect a call or letter within the week.
On Friday I got a call from the mayor's office. His administrative assistant asked me to hold while she checked his calendar. "He's available this afternoon at 2 p.m. Can you make that?" she asked. I assure her that I could. An hour later, she called me back and said that the appointment was moved from the mayor's office to his office at home. "Do you know the way?" I told her I did. "Just mention your name. You'll be on the security guard's roster."
I arrived five minutes early and was motioned through the gate after I established my identity (with a smiling guard whom I thought must have known what kind of interview this was going to be). I parked as directed and walked toward the double entry doors. The security guard must have called up to the house as I was greeted by the mayor before I could mount the three steps to the door.
"You must be Treyshawn," the mayor beamed.
"Trey, please," I smiled back and took his proffered hand.
"Come on in," he said over his shoulder as he walked deeper into the house. "My office is this way."
I checked out his muscled ass. It was as hot as Martin had told me. I knew the mayor rode his bike to work every morning and back every night if the weather and his duties permitted. During the winter, he played some hockey and skied. The mayor is in his early 40's, graying at the temples, 6' tall and possessed a well muscled, but not overly bulky body. For a white man, I thought he looked delicious!
He took his upholstered chair and motioned me to a side chair. "Tell me about you," he suggested.
I told him about my driving jobs (without accidents or citations), that I'd graduated from college (with a useless English literature degree), and that I looked forward to driving for him if I got the job. I'd always been interested in the city's future direction. I was laying it on thick when he waved me to silence. "Did Martin tell you about the, uh, other requirements of the job?"
I know I blushed. "Uh, the special requirements of a personal nature?" The mayor nodded and licked his lips.
"I require serving once a day when my schedule permits. If I should want more, it is your decision (not mine) to agree to that. You are under no obligation to agree to more than one per day. Is that acceptable?" I nodded.
"Uh, what kind of reciprocal arrangement should I expect?"
"None."
I stared at him and blinked. "None?"
"I only require that you fuck me and dump a load. Nothing more."
"But, you'd be okay with me kissing you or sucking you off?" He nodded. "How about rimming?"
"Love it!" he answered with a big grin. "Giving or getting."
It was my turn to smile. I loved rimming and getting rimmed. It was almost better than fucking. "Where will this be occurring?"
"Where ever it seems appropriate. The only place it won't happen is in the bed I share with my wife," he added. "Is that agreeable?" I smiled and nodded again. "I think your application and résumé are adequate. But, there is the final exam."
I looked at him questioningly. "Final exam?"
He stood in front of me, unzipped his pants, unbuckled him belt, and turned around, pushing his pants into a fabric puddle on the carpet. He bent over and showed off his beautifully muscled ass. "Damn!" I stage whispered. I fell to my knees and pushed my face into his ass eagerly. My tongue darted out and slithered over his tight pucker. He moaned in appreciation. My hands pulled his hard glutes apart and burrowed my face and tongue deeper.
"Fuck! You're good!" he exclaimed in a hoarse whisper.
I ate his ass for at least five minutes before I stood behind him and began to rub my dripping dick against his ass trench. "Condoms?" I asked.
"We don't need any?"
"What?" I exclaimed.
"That's why you had a blood test. I wanted a man who could fuck me bareback. You clearly passed that test," he explained.
I smiled. I'd been barebacking my roommate within a month of our living together. We'd been tested twice before we dropped the condoms. And I loved that raw feeling!
"You sure you don't want me to pull out before I nut?" I pressed.
"Absolutely not!" he countered. "I love the feel of cum jetting into my thirsty ass; but, only from men that I totally trust. Martin told me that you only top, too." I wasn't about to tell him that I've been pounded a few times, but they were rare. Martin had topped me a few times in the last year, but only when I really needed his fat dick in my ass. Before that, the number of men who had penetrated my ass could be counted on one hand. They had all been with condoms.
All this time, I'd been pushing my wet dickhead more directly at his asshole. Finally, he grabbed my hard flesh saber and impaled himself. "Yeah! Fuckin' huge, just like I knew it would be. Martin wasn't wrong about you!" I pounded his ass for another five minutes before he pulled me over to the sofa and lay on his back. "I wanna see your face when you cum inside me."
"And I wanna see your face when you feel my nut spray hard into you, too," I smiled agreeably. I re-entered him and set up a long-dicking rhythm that had him clutching my big muscled ass cheeks with his hands and pulling me harder and faster into him. "I'm gonna nut!" I warned.
"Fuck me harder! Use me!" he bellowed, flailing hard on his own dick in cadence with my heavy thrusts.
My nuts tightened and my breathing became ragged. I looked down at him and groaned out a warning. "Cumming!" I moaned. I slammed hard into him and pumped fast. The dam was breached and my nuts kicked hard.
"Yeah, Man! Seed me! Fill me up!" the mayor roared. His fist was a blur as he pounded his dick to a frothy climax. "Gawd, YEAH!" he urged. "Fuck ME!"
I felt my dick jerk hard inside him. My balls kicked again and again as more sperm raced down my 10" dick and juiced his ass walls. As the mayor came, I could feel his love tunnel squeeze and stroke my pistoning, spraying dick. I had purposely not climaxed for two days. This load would be huge.
When my climax waned, I pulled slowly out of his ass. The towel he'd draped across his abs to catch his load was now used to clean my dick and his cum-leaking ass. He excused himself and raced for the bathroom. Yeah, I'd really pumped a lot of dick gravy up his ass. He came back a minute late. "Damn, Trey, you totally filled me up. You always cum that much?"
"I do cum a lot, but I had saved for a couple of days," I replied.
"I'm glad you did. We're gonna get along really well," he smiled, as he pulled his pants back up. "When can you start?"
"Well, I should give my employer two week's notice."
"Good, good. That'll give you time to get fitted for the chauffeur's uniform." (Martin had told me about his part and I was okay with it.) I was still standing there with my dick hanging out. The mayor smiled and fell to his knees, sucking my half-hard dick into his mouth. I thought he'd said that he only wanted to get fucked. He put that to rest by saying, "This is part of a good fuck. Gotta clean up, just in case you got some extra dribbles of cum leaking out. We can't have you spotting your new uniform with dried cum."
"Without sounding like an ass kisser, I really enjoyed this, Sir. I think you have a beautiful ass and I'd be more than willing to service it as often as you need it," I fawned shamelessly.
"You seem to be getting hard again," he said with his right hand around my thick dick. "You got more to give me?" he asked, hefting my big nut bag.
"I always have at least two loads, Sir, sometimes three or more," I bragged.
He undid his pants again and bent over his desk. "Show me!" So I did. I ate his ass out again, pounded his butt on the floor, and nutted once more deep inside him. When I pulled out of him, he turned around and licked my dickhead, siphoning the last few drops of sperm out. "You sure taste good," he smiled up at me. "Turn around, Trey," he requested. I turned and felt his hands on my ass. Then, I felt his face and tongue probing my ass trench and channel. I bend over, touching my toes with my hands and spread my ass. He dove in hungrily, eating me out just as good as Martin did (which was spectacular!) "You taste good," he crooned. "I knew you would."
My dick hardened again. It always does when I'm getting my salad tossed. He reached between my legs and felt how hard and big I was again. "You got another load?" I asked.
"Let's find out," I stood and smiled over my shoulder. This time, he went to the sofa and lay on his stomach.
"Use me any way you need to, so you can get that third load into me," he said over his shoulder. He raised his ass as my dick slipped inside him again. I loved fucking in my own cum. That slippery nut gravy is the best lube there is. I thought I'd fuck him for at least ten minutes before I could nut again. But, his talented ass tunnel was more than my equal. I sprayed another creamy load into him within another three minutes. And I was wasted. I didn't even have the energy to pull out. I just left my softening dick inside him until it slithered out.
"We're gonna be great fuck buddies," the mayor smiled. "Great fuck buddies."
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