New Hire Onboarding

His fingers wrapped around Carl's neck as he thrust his thick cock deep inside Carl's inviting hole. The sounds of their lovemaking filled the bedroom. His balls slapping against Carl's tight mounds, the bed squeaking on its hinges, and Mr. Kane's own grunts as he felt connected to Carl. Both men lay on their sides, with Mr. Kane holding onto Carl's waist as he thrust forward and upward. His cock disappeared then reappeared in rapid succession between Carl's butt cheeks and into his tight, young hole.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum again! Shit!" yelled Mr. Kane, who emptied more cum inside of Carl.

"Oh my God, I can feel it!" replied Carl, whose own cock spewed out a load into his palms and onto the sheets beneath him.

Both men stayed as they were for a few seconds, catching their breath and basking in the intense pleasure of being together like this. Sweat dripped down their bodies and stained the soft bedding beneath them. Mr. Kane slid his flaccid cock out of Carl's hole, and the bed became stained with a river of his cum.

"What's the point of soft sheets if you can't ruin 'em every once in a while, eh?" joked the older man who rolled over onto his back and stared at the plain white ceiling. Carl rolled over and rested his head onto Mr. Kane's chest.

"We've been having sex since last night. I think we passed ruined sheets five loads again," he said, joking but revelling in the fact that he could make Mr. Kane cum so many times. Carl stroked his fingers through Mr. Kane's generous helping of silver curly chest hair.

"Yeah, well, you just bring it out in me, I guess," said Mr. Kane, who wrapped his arms around Carl, holding him close against his skin. "You know, Carl, I've never done this with anyone."

Carl scoffed. "Mr. Kane, are you really trying to tell me you're a virgin right now? After the way you fucked me?!"

Mr. Kane laughed heartily, shaking his body - and Carl - before smacking Carl's bottom playfully. "No, silly. And please, call me Marc. No, I meant that I've not had sex with someone for hours like this before."

Carl felt butterflies in his stomach and couldn't help but blush at Marc's confession. He sat up and met Marc's gaze before planting a soft kiss on the older man's lips. "I haven't done this before either, Marc."

Marc smiled, wrapped his arms around Carl, and pressed his lips against his young paramour's. The two men rolled around in the wet spot of the bed, intertwining legs and arms, interlocking lips, and holding each other close.

"Marc, is it crazy that -" Suddenly, Carl's phone rang. He hesitated for a moment, but once he saw the name that flashed on the screen, he slipped out of Marc's lustful embrace and slid off the bed to answer the phone.

"Hello...No...Yes, I-I am...Okay, five minutes." When he hung up, Carl looked back at Marc and sighed. "Sorry, I should go."

Marc sat up abruptly, sighed, and looked at Carl. "I see. So, your boyfriend?" Marc looked on as Carl hastily gathered his clothing from last night and tried to get dressed. At one point, his foot got caught in the leg of his boxer briefs, and he tripped, falling onto the foot of the bed. Marc leapt forward to Carl.

"Oh shit, are you okay, Carl?" Marc's face was contorted with worry as he helped his lover to sit on the edge of the bed. Carl pulled his underwear up, grabbed his pants from off the floor, and, more carefully this time, slipped both legs through. Once he got fully dressed again, he started to exit the bedroom when he turned around and looked at Marc.

"It's just..." Carl stopped, walked over to Marc, still sitting up on the bed, and planted a kiss on his lips. "Trust me, it's not a boyfriend." With a smirk and a wink, Carl left the room, and Marc listened for the sound of the front door closing. He sat there, alone in the bed that he just shared with Carl, and an unfamiliar sense of emptiness filled the room - and him. Marc got up, stripped the mattress of its bedding, and tossed the sex-stained sheets in a corner of the bedroom. Now that Carl wasn't there to occupy his mind with lustful machinations, Marc found himself naked and his body aching with cravings for food, water, and knowledge of the outside world. He walked over to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water, uncorking the bottle and drinking down the cold liquid. Slowly coming out of his cum-stained fugue state, Marc went back into the bedroom and checked his phone. Multiple work emails and text messages populated his notifications. He was swiping away, dismissing each notification based on the sender and how much he important they were to him, when he noticed a message from an unknown number. Curious, Marc tapped on the notification and was greeted with the words "DON'T INTRODUCE CARL TO D. HE'S TROUBLE."

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"You overstayed your time limit," said the driver as Carl got into his car and closed the door. "That is very unlike you." The Driver looked at Carl through his rear-view mirror, waiting for an answer, but Carl didn't respond. He buckled himself in and stared out of the window and up at Marc's apartment. Sensing he would not get a response, The Driver sped off.

"He was...not what I expected," said Carl after a few minutes of riding silently in the car, to no one in particular. "Wil was exactly what I expected, sure, but Marc? Marc was..." Suddenly, Carl started giggling, which attracted the attention of The Driver.

"Remember why you are doing this," he said in a stoic tone that felt like ice-cold water on Carl's face.

"I do," Carl snapped back, "I will NEVER forget why I'm doing this!" His eyes welled up with tears, though none fell.

"Good. We would not want all of this work to have been for nothing," said The Driver, who reached behind his seat and attempted to caress Carl's leg. But Carl swatted his hand away.

"Not anymore, remember?"