View Author's Copyright Information I was working my first internship at college. Those were the days when I thought that being a lawyer would be one part "Paper Chase" and two parts "L. They had a steady supply of free labor coming in from the university and rather than being the "star intern," I was just another face in the crowd. Or so I thought. During my morning rounds as I was delivering mail to the executive offices how glamorous , I was keeping my head down and going in and out of the offices as quickly and quietly as I could as I had been directed.
I was amazed when one of the executives, Mr. Beechem, took the mail directly from me and said, "Thank you, Michael. We hadn't been introduced -- though I had been greeted officially at a Friday afternoon all-office gathering along with all of the other interns. Beechem was a handsome man in his fifties. He had salt and pepper hair and his clothes were perfectly tailored.
If I had to choose one word to describe him, it'd be immaculate. I noticed that his nails had been buffed to a fine sheen as they took the mail from me.
It felt like Mr. Beechem was saying much more than just "good morning" when he spoke to me. Oddly, throughout the rest of the day, I kept coming back to that moment and it stirred something foreign inside of me. The next morning, I was particularly excited to do my rounds again. The idea of seeing Mr. Beechem again was intriguing to me. He was there and he thanked me again for the mail.
As I started to walk out of his office, Mr. Beecham spoke to me again, "Oh, Michael I'm having a get together tonight. I was wondering if you would be interested in attending. He wrote down his address on the back of his business card and handed it to me. I was surprised to find that I was the only guest. Beechem's servant showed me in to the drawing room where Mr.
He was a bit less aloof out of his office and definitely more relaxed in his dress and manner, though he was still immaculate. He offered me a glass of wine which I happily accepted. I don't know what I had expected in terms of this get together, but it wasn't being alone with one of the heavy hitters in a legal firm that some people would kill to work for.
It took everything I had to not chug my wine. There's something about you that makes you really stand out," Mr. Beechem said, his eyes boring into mine. He said it with such seriousness that I had a hard time not looking away. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. This was terrific news! There will be a lot of jealousy if anyone knows that I'm sponsoring you. Do you want my help? What would be marvelous," I said, gushing a little more than I would have liked.
As he began refilling it he added, "All you have to do is ask. Beechem handed me my wineglass. He smiled at me as he sat down. Will you give yourself over to my guidance? Beechem asked it, there seemed to be much more to it. Beechem adjusted himself in his chair, making me realize just how close he was sitting to me. I really want to help you, Michael, and I think I have a lot to teach you.
Beechem reached out and put his hand on my knee, startling me. He continued, "I took the time to familiarize myself with all of the personnel records of the interns at the firm and you stood out. Something about what I read and what I've seen told me that you will be open to my tutelage. I felt very uncomfortable by his familiarity but, at the same time, it felt nice.
And, to get this kind of one-on-one time with Mr. Someone to protect you, and to fight for you. Someone to make you feel safe. Doesn't that sound nice? Breathless, I nodded ascent. His hand continued, going up my leg and pausing slightly as he discovered my erection in my pants.
I'll make you know it. All that I ask is that you trust me. Do you trust me, Michael? It was if he were tracking every vein and sending electricity straight from my penis to my brain. As soon as I said the words, his mouth was on mine and his tongue was exploring my mouth and his hand now squeezed my erection harder.
Beechem kissed me long and hard, his free hand going through my hair and gripping it tightly. It was as if he grew to three times his normal size. I felt absolutely tiny in his hands.
Leaning over me, he began pulling me down to the floor, laying me down on the plush rug that dominated the room. Laying next to me, Mr. Beechem quickly had my belt undone and was pushing my pants down before he moved his hands up to unbutton my shirt. His strong fingers found my nipples and he began touching one and then the other.
The sensation was unbelievable. I felt like I was melting beneath him. This only intensified as he moved his mouth from mine and to my neck.
Biting and sucking, I moaned aloud and this seemed to spur him on even more. Breaking for a second he said, "Tell Daddy that you like it. Oh, Daddy, I love it I surrendered to him completely. I was giving myself to him and he was taking me. As good as he was making me feel, I wanted to make him feel too.
I reached out for him, trying to find where his penis could be in his pants. Just be a good boy and let Daddy do what needs to be done. Beechem was practically on top of me now as he put his tongue into my mouth once again. I don't know what possessed me, but I began sucking on his tongue. He could feel my suction and began drawing his tongue in and out of my mouth, as if he was making love to it.
His fingers wrapped around my bare erection and he began stroking me in time with his tongue. That's something Daddy' s going to enjoy. But, there's something Daddy needs to take care of first. I grabbed the back of my thighs to help keep them up, not sure what was going on. Beechem undid his pants and freed his penis from his pants. As small as I felt before, I felt even moreso now. This was a man's penis I was seeing.
It looked thick and veiny, the head was practically purple and the tip dripped clear liquid from it. Beechem spread this liquid around the head, adding a bit of his own saliva to the mix.
I didn't know what was coming next until he put the now-slick head level with my asshole. I knew the truth about this just as I now knew that he was about to fuck me. I belong to you. I gasped and felt suddenly full in my behind. It felt like he was going to tear me apart with his manhood.
I need you to fuck me. I need to serve you. I didn't know but they kept coming as he kept pushing deeper inside of me. I want to be the perfect boy for you.