The Big Boss Vol. 1 New Position

Release Date:-
17 July 2026

Studio Notes:-

More than a little irritated, I went to the door and there he was. Actually, he wasn’t even there. For a second, I looked straight over his head. Then I look down and there’s this young guy, all 120 pounds of him. He had this nervous grin on his face like he was selling newspaper subscriptions or Boy Scout cookies. Then he said he was there for the interview. This was my potential new intern?!

He was just too sweet and vulnerable not to invite him in for a chat. Like I said, I’m busy, but I figured I could give him ten minutes to feel like he had been heard. I can be an asshole, but not a total asshole. It was time for a coffee break anyway. So he comes in. I thought he looked like he was playing hookey from school. I asked about college, and he said he had just graduated… from high school! I asked for his driver's license. You have to be over eighteen to work in the industry. It was his fucking birthday!

So he says he’s interested in making movies and being around “all this stuff,” but he knows he can’t be a model. I’m thinking that’s about all he could be. If he wasn’t so timid he might be a good one, but asking if this kid was innocent was like asking if vanilla extract tastes like vanilla. The more he sat there squirming in his chair trying to impress me, the cuter he was. Maybe he had potential after all. At least, I decided to see how far I could push him before he backed out.

I had him go down the hall and bring me coffee. Just the way I like it. I started naming chores, and he said he was fine with them. I asked if he would come to my house and feed my dogs? Yeah. At night? Yeah. With me there? Yeah. I really wondered if he even got my innuendo. He looked like he'd never even been kissed.

I leaned back in my chair, spread my legs and propped my feet on the desk, my crotch on display, and said, “Take my boots off.” He looked surprised, but he did it. Then I said, “Rub my feet.” He did it. Well, he tried. I'm thinking the first task in his training is watching some YouTube videos about foot massage, but he didn’t run for the door. I asked him what he wanted. He said, “To serve you, sir,”

Right answer. And the sweetest words I’ve heard in a long time. I still expected him to run. I said, “Come here.” He got up, but I pointed to my desk. Damn, if he didn’t crawl across it. Laying there on his belly yet. This was getting better and better. I leaned back and slowly removed my belt, giving him a chance to back out. When I opened my fly, he actually reached out to touch me. I’ve got a big dick. A big uncut horse cock larger than a lot of our models. He was more transfixed than intimidated.

I nodded at him. By this point, however inexperienced he was, he knew what to do. He leaned down and started sucking me. Not the best blowjob, but he’s seriously been paying attention to our movies. I fuck a lot of cute young guys in my line of work. A lot. They are experienced, though. I’m too intimidating for virgins. It looked like we were both going to have a first, and I couldn’t wait. I leaned back and let him worship my dick with that sweet innocent mouth. He was getting better and better.

Finally, it was time, though. I stood him up. Took his pants off and asked him if this was what he wanted. Consent is important, of course, but I just wanted to hear him tell me to take his cherry. I bent him over and started eating his ass, like the best dessert I ever tasted. Because it was. There really is nothing like knowing you're the first. Knowing he’ll remember this the rest of his life. I also wanted him as open and relaxed as possible. My dick isn’t easy for a professional to take. When I had him limp on my desk I knew it was time.

I asked him again what he wanted. He looked back at me with just the right mix of fear and desire in his eyes and said, “Please, sir.” I lined the head of my cock up with his hole and pushed. He opened up like a flower. I could tell it wasn’t easy for him, but he took me. Balls deep. This boy was going to get the ride of his life. And one of the biggest loads I’ve ever shot in mine. After that, I would need a fresh cup of coffee.