The Boss' Right Hand

They hear the boss coming. Axel Abysse and Seamus O'Reilly bolt to the break room. Seamus drops to his knees. He wants his turn. Axel’s pierced uncut cock hits the back of his throat, thick and hard. Seamus chokes, spit running down his chin, but keeps bobbing. Axel grabs his head and shoves in deeper. When Seamus comes up for air, Axel turns around. Payment is due. Seamus spreads his cheeks and tongues the hole he wrecked earlier. Axel tastes good, but Seamus is already pulling on gloves. He greases both fists and sinks the first one straight in. Elbow-deep now, he works one hand after the other, twisting and driving. Axel pushes back, demands more. Seamus gives it. Faster. Harder. Axel’s rosebud swells, then blooms. His wrecked hole hangs open, red and loose. Seamus keeps fisting the loose gape. Axel’s thick veiny cock erupts, shooting rope after rope across his own chest. Seamus pulls out slow, leans in, and kisses him.