This is a true event that occurred many years ago when I was 18.

After my A levels I decided I wanted to try backpacking through Europe. Needing funds I had to try and find a job, but they were scarce. Eventually though I found out about a factory that was always hiring unskilled casual staff.

After a quick interview I started there the following Monday, along with a dozen or so other new recruits, mostly boys and girls around my age.

I soon found out why they were always recruiting, as a combination of crap wages, poor conditions and mind numbing work meant the turnover was huge. Of my group of joiners one didn't come back the next day and 3 more had gone by the end of the week! I was determined to make some cash though so just stuck it out.

The job involved sitting at a conveyor belt sorting plastic widgets into one of three containers. Ear defenders were essential, so no one could chat, so the only socialising was in the canteen on our lunch break. Most of the permanent staff were older women, so I started sitting with a lad my age called Paul who had joined a week or so before me. He seemed pleased with the arrangement as he hadn't made any friends, possibly because he was quite well spoken and a little camp.

Its worth mentioning at this point that I had drifted away from the swinging scene and was no longer seeing my lecturer. Apart from the occasional hook up with a stranger my sex life was pretty stagnant. I had assumed Paul was gay from the outset, and once I got to know him he confided in me that he had a boyfriend. My preference was always for older men though, so I was not interested in him as anything other than a friend.

I had been there a month or so when Paul let slip that he was working overtime on a Saturday. I was surprised at this as it was not offered to us casuals. Paul was reluctant to talk about it but, sensing a chance to earn extra cash, I pestered him until he told me he had been asked to come in to work in the paper sorting room by one of the factory managers, Graham. This was even more surprising, as the paper room job was so easy it hardly warranted overtime, and Graham was not in charge of our section, so how had he found Paul?

I was never short of confidence so, after work one evening I went over to the main building and found my way to Mr Wright's office. I had never met him before, but found that he was exactly what you would expect a factory manager to look like. Late 40's, thinning on top and although not fat, was carrying some extra weight.

After I introduced myself I explained that I was a mate of Pauls, and he had told me all about the overtime he was doing, that I was really desperate for the money, and wondered if I could get a few extra hours. I think I also said that I would be willing to do anything, meaning of course any job in the factory.

He looked at me with a thoughtful expression for a moment, then only spoke to ask if Paul had told me everything, to which I of course said yes! There was another pause whilst he gave me a look up and down, then told me that he couldn't have me in at the weekend, but might have a few hours after work. I jumped at the chance and said that anything would be great. He told me he would give me a trial in the paper room that Thursday night, and to come and find him after 5.30pm.

Thursday shift ended as usual at 5pm, so I hung around for a bit before going over to his office at the agreed time and knocked. He came out, led me out around the back of the now empty factory and into the paper room. This was an outbuilding with a large roller door. This was shut however, so we went in via a side door which he opened with a key. It took 2 mins for him to explain my duties and, having watched me break down the first box, said he would come back in an hour to see how I was doing.

It was easy work and I wanted to impress so got stuck in. By the time the door opened again I had cleared almost three quarters of the piles. Graham said I had done well, and suggested I took a break. Nodding over to a door at the side of the room he told me to follow him. First though he used his key he lock the outer door. The room was a small store cupboard, but all the space was taken up with a battered old sofa, an office chair and a side table. On the table was a kettle, some mugs and a bottle of vodka.

“Fancy a drink?” He asked as he gestured for me to sit on the sofa. “Haven’t got any water or milk so it’s going to be this” as he poured us both a stiff measure into a mug. I have never been much of a spirits drinker, but Graham took a decent gulp of his.

“So Paul has told you all about how this works has he?”. I was clueless as I had no idea anything was happening. “Yes, he told me you gave him Saturday in here”. He chuckled and told me that was why he couldn’t have me work the same day, “too much of a good thing and all that”.

He put his cup down took a step towards me to take mine out of my hand. The room was so small he was only a few inches away from my face, close enough that his suit trousers were brushing my knees.

“Your a good looking lad” he said, and then reached out to stroke my hair. “better take your tee shirt off, so we don’t make a mess”

It was like the reverse zoom moment in Jaws, or when you finally get one of those 3D seeing eye puzzle pictures. All the elements fell into place and I realised that there was a noticeable bulge in the front of Grahams trousers.

He let go of my hair to grab at my tee shirt and instinctively I raised my arms to allow him to pull it over my head and drop it to the side. Graham let out a guttural groan as he checked out my body, letting his hands run down my shoulders and arms before caressing my chest. As his fingers touched my ever sensitive nipples I let out a gasp, and this made him even more excited.

“Get my trousers off, get em down now, quickly” he ordered me and I fumbled to obey, my excitement rising at this unexpected treat. As soon as I had his belt undone I quickly unzipped him and pulled trousers and underwear down in one.

My reward was his very erect uncut cock pointing straight at me, average in size but so delicious looking and already wet with a sticky silvery coating of his juices. “Open your mouth and suck it” Graham told me. As my lips came into contact with his hot flesh I breathed in the delicious musky smell of him, a mix of sweat, piss and, best of all, sex.

Graham groaned loudly again and started to grab my hair to push himself into my mouth. I however wanted to excite and entice him before letting him use me, so I resisted and instead ran my tongue all over the hot wet skin of his glans, then licked my way down the shaft to the base, buried in a thick crop of black pubes.

The effect on Graham was amazing. He groaned, moaned and gasped at every new thing I introduced, and as I sucked one of his sweaty low hanging balls into my mouth he almost convulsed in shock. Finally I sucked and licked my way back to the now dripping wet head, and after taking another moment to breath in his musk, I took him fully into my mouth.

As I began to take him deeper and faster he gasped out “you’ve done this before, haven’t you”. I broke off for a moment to tell I had, and that I loved it, before taking his engorged prick back. He was matching my bobbing head with thrusts of his hips and after a short time I felt the familiar swelling pulse throb through his dick.

Before he could cum though Graham, pulled back and wobbled over to the office chair. after kicking his shoes, trousers and underpants off he sat down, spread his legs wide and ordered me to kneel.

His cock was now rigid, and I took it in my hand to savour the feel and the heat. Graham pushed my head down and ordered me to lick his balls again, which I was happy to do, and in this new position I had much better access so really went to town.

He was loving this so much I was wondering if he was going to shoot his load. He must have had the same idea as managed to gruffly order me to get his dick in my mouth. I had only just resumed sucking when he started to pull back and mumbled about cumming, but I pinned him in place so that he had no choice but to shoot his hot musky, salty load into my mouth. It had been a while since I had swallowed someone else’s cum and I savoured the taste and sensation of it, taking my time to milk him, enjoying how impressively hard his prick remained as I extracted the last dribbles of spunk.

After we had both got our breath back Graham said thank you and stood up to gather his clothes. I wasn't sure what the deal was but it seemed we were done, so put my t shirt back on and waited for him to get dressed.

Once he was back in his suit he said “That was great. You can get off home early and I'll make sure you get the full 3 hours.".

"Are you going to want to do this again? I'm free on Weekends as well". He laughed at that and replied "No, I'm keeping Saturday for your little pal, but you can have 3 hours on a Tuesday and a Thursday. Same as today, get a good hours work in and take care of me, then you can get off home”.

This started a mutually beneficial arrangement that lasted the rest of my time there. Although I found out that he was not married I didn't know if he was gay or bi, and he certainly was not out. Although I tentatively suggested we could do more if he wanted he only seemed interested having his cock sucked, and didn't even want to see me naked. Paul and I were also certainly not the first of the staff that he had done this with, although I had no idea how he managed to choose his targets.