The Intern: Day One

I start a new job at an engineering firm today. I'm a junior in college so it's only just for the summer but I'm excited nonetheless. Engineering is difficult but rewarding because I'm learning how to improve peoples lives. I'm a little nervous but I think it'll be a good day!
I dressed up in a nice light blue business casual shirt and some black slacks to keep it simple. I've always been a little conscious about how my.. uh... bulge shows up in these pants but I'm sure no one will notice.
"These are a bunch of nerds probably like me so they're too focused on work to care," I thought.
As soon as I walk into the door, a woman at the front desk says, "Good morning! Are you here to see someone?"
"I'm actually starting my first day as an intern!"
"Oh wonderful," she says, " please have a seat and I'll go get your manager."
As I sit and wait, I look around the office to see who works here. I notice many older men probably in their 50's that seem like seasoned professionals, a couple of younger guys who look very tired from being overworked, and what looks like some college aged interns like myself.
Not too bad. I can do this...
From the corner of my eye, I see a man walking up to me. A very handsome man. The definition of tall dark and handsome, he's an Arabic man with salt and pepper hair, oddly fit for someone who works in an office. Not too fit though, he seems to have put on some weight probably from the stress of the job. You can tell how hairy he is from the light beard that almost trails down his neck and the forest on his forearms revealed by his rolled up sleeves.
I stand up probably a little too quickly and stretch out my hand for a shake.
He grasps it firmly and, with a pat on my back, says with a stunning smile, "Hi I'm Rashad, I believe I'm your manager for the summer!"
I felt my bulge starting to swell up. His grasp was firm yet inviting. His hand on my back felt both friendly and domineering.
"Good morning! I'm Peter, and I can tell already that it's going to be a great summer!"
"Thats the spirit champ! I'll show you to your desk so you can get settled. Then I'll come around and get you started on some training."
As we're walking over to my desk, I notice how his ass looks so firm and prominent in his pants. It's almost like he wants to show off.
"Have to stop thinking about this... he's my manager. It's weird and I need to focus on this job," I kept telling myself.
"Alright here we are! I'll be right back, man." He says with another pat on the back.
Fuck. I felt my bulge start to grow. Something about a man in his position...thank god I'm at my desk so no one can see.
I start turning on my computer and getting some things settled. I have a picture of my dog and a few knickknacks that I like having around.
One of the younger employees comes up behind me, puts a hand on my shoulder and says "Hey new kid, welcome to the team!"
He's dark haired with some scruff, looks a little overweight but has firm arms. He's got some Italian features but is clearly American.
Is everyone at this job hot?
"Hi uh I'm Peter. Junior at Texas A&M. Nice to meet you."
"Hey Pete - can I call you Pete? Anyway I'm Marcello but you can call me Marco."
You can call me whatever you want. Wait, stop! Why am I thinking that?
"Oh yeah Pete is fine haha. Are you an EIT?"
"Yeah I'm on my way to getting my license here soon. This is a great place to work! You made the right choice!"
"Oh that's nice to hear and good luck getting your license! I just got here and Rashad hasn't came by yet to give me any tasks. Got anything I can help with?"
"Oh for sure man, I've got too much work and too little time," he says with a tuzla escort little chuckle.
"Well that's what I'm here for! To help your team out in whatever way I can."
"Whatever way, huh? I'll keep that in mind. Come over to my desk and I'll show you something we're working on."
We walk over and maybe it's a trick of the light or something, but I can almost tell that Marco might be... very well endowed. Not surprising for an Italian man.
I sit next to him and as he's showing me some drawings, Rashad shows up.
"I see you've met Marco! Thanks for showing Peter around. Get him up to speed and come see me in my office after you've given him something to do."
Marco almost had a twinkle in his eye after he said that. A bit odd but it was quick and probably nothing.
After he's done, I head back to my desk and see Marco go into Rashad's office. His office is in the back and almost a bit hidden from everyone else. The door shuts and I focus back on my work.
A few moments later, I see Marco come out of Rashad's office. He looks a little different. His hair looks a little ruffled and his clothes don't quite fit the same. I wonder what happened...
Marco comes over to me and asks, "How's it going? Have any questions?"
As he does, he's a little too close to me and maybe it was an accident but I could feel his bulge pressing against my elbow. He smells familiar now. Cologne for sure... but something else...
I shake it off and let him know that I'm doing fine and if he needs anything to just call me over.
The day goes by and Rashad comes over to tell me I'm doing a great job before he leaves. His clothes looked a little looser too.
Marco walks over.
"Rashad gets to leave kind of early because he has a family. But some of us gotta stay late to get the job done if you know what I mean!" He says with a crooked smile. I can tell he's tired, probably needs some stress relief.
"Oh well I hope that me being here relieves some of your stress."
"Hm... speaking of which. Why don't you come with me to Rashad's office. I've got something to show you."
A little weird but ok. Maybe they've got a new project that's under wraps and needs some help with it.
The office is mostly empty but there are a few stragglers.
We walk into Rashad's office and Marco shuts the door and... locks it?
He crosses his arms, leans against the dark wooden desk and says with a more serious tone, "Alright be real with me. I've noticed you checking me out. I've been subtle but I have a feeling you might've been picking up what I've been putting down if you know what I mean..."
"Uh um what? I... I don't know what you mean. I'm just here to work!"
"Really? You'll help 'whatever way you can?' You hope that you 'relieve some of my stress?'" He says making quote marks with his fingers.
"I mean.. uh yeah. I'm an intern, that's what I'm here for."
"Well I have a way you can help me. Take your clothes off except your underwear and get on your knees."
"What?!!? Are you joking? Why would I-"
He puts his hand over my mouth.
"Shut the fuck up and do as I say. I know you want this, so stop playing around."
I feel weak. Weak in the knees. My bulge is swelling up, there's no hiding it now. I take my shoes and belt off, remove my shirt. He's watching me... rubbing his crotch. One hand playing with his nipple over his shirt.
I slide my pants off, revealing my red briefs.
"Fuck that's hot. You're so cute in your briefs with your hard cock, blushing and uncomfortable."
I don't say anything. I get on my knees and he walks over.
"Take them off. I know you want to."
I üçyol escort unbuckle his belt and slide it off. His cock is clearly hard as a rock already, making a very obvious outline in his pants. I slide his pants off and he grabs my hand and starts rubbing himself with it.
"We're gonna have a little fun with this. Feel me up."
I grab his cock through his underwear and it's so fucking thick. I start stroking it and reach my hand around the back to grab his ass.
"Oh you like this don't you? Grabbing my ass too? I knew it."
His cock starts to leak through his underwear. Without him even asking, I lean over and lick it.
"Fuck I knew you were a little faggot the moment I met you. No hesitation, straight to licking my precum."
It's salty but almost... intoxicating. I remove his underwear and his cock bounces out, full mast. He's eager.
I grab the base of his cock and see his balls. Large, hairy and fitting for a cock this size. I gently hold them while I moved my hand up and down his shaft. I lick the precum as it leaks out from the tip.
"Quit playing around and wrap those pretty lips around this cock."
I'm fully erect as he says this. I almost feel like I'm starting to precum and I'm not even touching myself.
I wrap my lips around the tip and with my tongue on the bottom, I slide down halfway.
"That's it? We're gonna have to train you better."
He grabs my hair on top of my head and forces me down a little more. I grab onto his thighs and feel myself gag. I'm only 3/4 of the way down now. I try to release but he holds me down. I can't breathe and feel snot coming out of my nose and I'm choking on Marcos cock.
I'm choking on Marco's cock and it's only day one?!
After he feels me struggling, he releases and I sit back, coughing and trying to catch my breath.
"You're almost there. We'll make sure you're well trained before you leave here.... What's that?"
He reaches his sock covered foot to touch my crotch. His foot caresses my cock as I'm leaning back in my arms.
"Cute. You're hard from just having a cock in your mouth. You're going to fit in very well here. Maybe even get a permanent position after you're done with school."
I blush and start to get up but he pushes me back down.
"I didn't tell you to get up yet. Take your underwear off."
I shyly slide my briefs down, revealing my 6" cock. I've got a large head and im a little girthy, but nothing like Marco's. He's at least 8" and thicker.
"Good boy. Now get your pretty mouth back over here."
I start sucking his cock again, this time with more enthusiasm. I still can't go all the way down but I'm hearing him moan as my lips tighten before I go up, and as my tongue swirls around as I go down.
"You're pretty good at this. I can tell you've done it before."
He's right. A few times actually. But nothing like this.
He's playing with his nipples as he strokes his cock with my mouth. My lips and jaw feel sore from being stretched wide for so long. His thrusts start to go slower.
"I want you to savor this moment, Petey. My thick cock filling your mouth on your first day of work. You'll never forget this. I know you're enjoying it too because I can see your little Pete leaking like a fountain."
He's right, my precum was pooling on the floor at this point. I couldn't help it, I was so turned on by Marco and his demands. He starts to thrust his hips faster and harder, choking me.
Fuck he's gonna damage my throat at this rate. I can take it but it's making me gag and I can't let that happen now. I reach my hand to one of his nipples and look up at him. He smiles and grabs the side of my face as he pushes his cock ulus escort into my mouth.
"Fuck, man. You're gonna make me cum. You want it on your face or down your throat? Ah nevermind, you're just an intern. You don't make decisions" he says with a smirk.
His pumps get faster, his moans are soft but masculine, making sure no one hears us. He grabs both sides of my face and pushes me down on his cock, stuffing me. I'm still not able to go down all the way, but that doesn't matter to him. I feel his cock throb in my throat, pumping his warm Italian cum into me. I can't breathe but at the same time, I'm in heaven.
He slowly takes his cock out of my mouth, cum and saliva dripping off my lips and his tip. I lean over and bring it back into my mouth, making sure to suck off every last drop of Marco's cum.
"God Petey, with a mouth like that and your eagerness to swallow cum, you'll be a star here in no time."
Not sure what he means by that... not everyone can be like Marco here right?
"I know what you're thinking. Not everyone here is like this."
Shit how did he know??
"But there are plenty of guys here that like a hot piece of ass no matter who they are. I won't say anymore though. You'll have to find out for yourself, Pete."
Tired and with the taste of his cum on my tongue, I lean back, trying to catch my breath.
"Well I don't like to leave my boys hanging. Come here, I'll finish you off."
Is he for real? I stand up in front of him and he spins me around, bringing my naked body close to him. I can feel his half soft cock against my cheeks, his fuzzy stomach behind his shirt against my back. My cock is throbbing from the feeling of this man holding me so close.
He starts to kiss my neck, taking one hand across my chest and feeling my nipples. Another slowly moves down my stomach. Then my thigh. Then my pubes. Then I feel his hand wrap around my cock. I shudder and moan, the feeling of his touch being almost too much. I've been with men before but never like this. Marco was so dominant but so sensual. He knew how to make me quiver, how to control me. And he only just met me.
He licks a finger and plays with my nipple as he strokes my cock from behind me. I can feel his cock growing again.
I moan a little too loud and he puts his hand over my mouth.
"Shut the fuck up. There's not many people left but we still don't want anyone to know."
My moans turn into soft whimpers. His finger pinches and rubs and pulls my nipple, making me squirm. His hand, now covered in precum, never releases from my cock. I feel it coming.
"I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum!"
"Cum for me Petey, I want to see you spray your load all over Rashad's floor!"
My cum shoots out in 6 pumps, strings and sprays all over Rashad's office floor. Marco covered my mouth to make sure my moan wouldn't escape.
"Now that's a money shot!" Marco exclaimed.
I relax against him. His hand flopping my cock to make sure nothing else comes out. His cock is hard against my ass now.
"Don't worry kid, I won't do anything more with you today. You did good. Really fucking good."
I blush. "Uh yeah... thanks? I'm uh.. glad I could help." I say softly.
"Go ahead and clean yourself up a bit. I'll take care of the office and make sure nothing is left behind. You can go home now."
I quickly put my clothes back on as Marco slides back into his pants. When he's done, I open the door slightly and hear Marco say:
"Thanks Peter! Excited to have you on board. I'll be sure to tell Rashad how well you're doing already. Take care. See you tomorrow!"
His personality was so different once the door was open. Less domineering and more friendly. But what did he mean by he will tell Rashad? Is he in on this? Can't be, that would be ridiculous. He's our boss and he has a family. There's no way.
"Thanks Marco. I'm glad to be hear!" I wave and head out the door.
When I get home, my roommate asks me how my first day went.
"It was great honestly. I can tell I'm going to be very busy this summer, though."