EXTRACT FOR
Part of the Job
(Jack Brighton)

"Come on. It's Friday, and there's a pint with my name on it waiting to be drunk, so we don't have much time. You've had enough of my oxter. Get your mouth around this."

With the belt unfastened, along with some flies, Mr Brogan pushed his jeans and boxers down to his thighs. Out sprang his cock. And a fine big erection it was as well, in keeping with the rest of his sizeable body, and as hard as the man he presented to the world.

I could scarcely believe it. 

Not the size of the dick, although it was very impressive. It was the fact that it was hard, and gloriously so, in the presence of another man, with my 'not so straight' boss demanding it be sucked. That's what I was finding difficult to credit, despite the evidence before my eyes. I wasn't complaining, though. It looked fantastic. I got a good view of this erection for a couple of seconds, then spoilsport Billy got in the way. First with his hand as he grabbed the hard meat. Then with his head as he sank to his knees and set about giving it a gobble.