Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
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A few days later, I got a call asking me to attend for an interview, so I dressed sharply and cropped my hair back to a no1 grade. The job was for a store a few miles from the house, closer to the city, but it was something I was experienced in. I was told that the regional manager was conducting the interviews and he was travelling over especially, so I made sure I was there in plenty of time. I was to be seen in a hotel, rather than at the store itself. After giving my details to the receptionist, I took a seat and waited.
Shortly after, a man came striding across the lobby towards me. He had an air of authority about him and, it must be said, looked damn fine in a suit. He was very broad and tanned, with short dark blonde hair and a handsome face. I put him to be in his early forties. I quickly wondered to myself if I was going to find every man on earth attractive, before he held out his hand.
"Hello, you must be Smith?" he asked.
I shook his hand, impressed by his strong grip. "Yes Sir," I replied.
He smiled. "It's ok, you can call me Dan."
We proceeded into a small room where Dan asked me about my work history and my current situation. He nodded and listened attentively and seemed impressed by what I had to say. He explained that the company had outlets all over the country and said they were looking to open a new store on the West Coast, where he himself had travelled from. Although Cal and I were going great guns, I did say that I was willing to relocate. He told me a bit more about the business and then the interview was over. I asked how many more people he had to see, and he told me that I was the last on the list for that day.
"Now I'm able to find myself some trouble to get into," he winked at me.
I laughed and glanced at his left hand, noting the absence of a wedding band.
"What kind of trouble did you have in mind?" I asked, flirtatiously.
"I don't know yet. You know this town. What kind of things could be on offer?" he asked, his smile broadening.
'Me' I felt like saying but didn't feel quite brave enough.
Dan started to put his paperwork away and said, "So, Smith, what you got planned for the rest of the day?"
"My time's my own now, got no plans," I replied.
"Ok, well here's an idea. Why don't you come up to my room and have a coffee while I get changed, then you can show me around. I rarely get to see any of the towns I stay in," Dan suggested.
The only thing I wanted to show him was the one I was sat on, but I nodded and followed him to the elevators and up to the third floor. He let us into his room, took off his jacket and sat on the edge of the bed.
"The coffee making stuff is over there," he pointed, whilst rolling up his shirtsleeves and loosening his tie. I sat on a chair opposite him.
"I don't really want coffee, but thanks," I said.
He smiled at me. "What would you like, Smith?" he asked, his hand resting in the fork of his crotch. He gave it a brief squeeze and I knew in that instant where the afternoon was headed.
I got up from the chair and knelt in front of him, removing my suit jacket as I did so and flinging it away. Dan grabbed my tie, twisted it in his hand and pulled me towards his crotch and soon my nose was pressed up against the front of his tented trousers. I could smell him through the material, a musky mix of fresh sweat and dick. I took off my shoes and socks, whilst Dan ground himself into my face. I wanted him to reveal what he had down there and wanted it in my mouth.
"You want my cock, don't you, son?" he grumbled.
I moaned. "Yes, Dan," kissing the material that it was encased in.
He tightened his grip on my tie, gently choking the air from my throat. "I want you to call me Dad," he instructed.
