Deuce slipped my trousers down to my knees as I just sighed and said, "I'd rather get paid a few more dollars an hour, but this sort of "raise" will do, I guess, boss." I was playing with him by acting ungrateful when I knew I'd rather get a good, sloppy blow-job from Deuce right then than any sort of money he could give me. My pecker got stiffer and stiffer as Deuce fondled it. He rubbed his smooth cheeks against it as he softly moaned. I felt his fingers wrap around my balls as my cock "raised" to the occasion, alright, it "raised" to a point of stiffness I hadn't reached in quite awhile. My dick was swollen with anticipation. I was shaking with vulnerability because I wanted to feel Deuce's hot mouth and wet lips around my pulsating cock head so bad that if something were to happen, if he were suddenly have backed away and laughed, saying it was alla joke, I think I would have started balling right then and there because I wanted my cock sucked so bad suddenly, the longing was nearly unbearable. "You don't need me to give you that kind of raise, Bobby, the kind that involves money, " Deuce said, looking up in a lustful daze. "You're such a good token salesman you're bound to make a mint in commisions before the summer's over. I just wanted to "raise" this gorgeous dick of yours," he was grinning from ear to ear, "before I suck it dry." I then felt his hot mouth cover my screaming cockhead and felt the rapturous sensation as it went all the way down the length of my shaft. I just gasped and looked up to the ceiling with my eyes closed, occasionally crying out until about twenty minutes later I started convulsing, my knees wobbling as I squirted a huge load in his mouth. I looked down at Deuce and saw my glistening globs of semen covering his forehead. Some was in his perfectly styled jet black hair. The rest was either crawling down his throat or dripping down his chin.

"Okay, let's get out there and sell some tokens," Deuce said with a laugh, wiping my jizz on his shirt sleeve as he got his composure and started walking out of the office toward the calling room, probably to give the other guys a "pep talk" or something, or to bitch a few guys out who weren't making enough sales. But to tell you the truth I didn't really feel like selling tokens at that moment or, frankly, doing anything that Deuce wanted me to do. Something happens when your boss sucks your cock. I can't really explain it but somehow the work relationship changes.