How To Get The Job

Story by silversnake on SoFurry

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#12 of Commissions & Gifts

Just a little something I wrote for someone who wishes to remain anonymous. I liked it! It's nice to write something without so much dick in it XD

Since it's really short, there's not much to say about it. There might be more explicit sequels if people want it and the other person is ok with it, but who knows, right? For now just enjoy! owo


The elevator's doors opened and Brian stepped out. The large, muscular crocodile nervously looked around as many people walked around the office with hurried steps, their minds too focused on their work to pay any attention to him. Despite his massive size and boybuilder-like build, he felt small.

Brian was a young, fresh out of college lawyer; but he was a shy, humble man, and would most likely deny his title out of his lack of experience. Those who knew him couldn't help but point the irony of such a sweet, harmless man having a mountain of muscles for a body, statements which only made him blush every time.

He felt restrained in the expensive new suit his father had bought for his interview. As an only child, he grew spoiled, but it also carried a bothersome pressure. This was only his first interview, and he was sure his parents wouldn't really mind if he didn't get the job on his first shot, but there was that itching on the back of his head.

"Hey!"he could hear a woman's voice over the hustle; most likely calling for one of the lawyers. The busy air intimi- "You! The huge dude next to the elevator!" Brian froze for a second, blushing like mad before turning his head towards a desk to his far left.

With his head down in shame, the young croc headed towards the waving receptionist, feeling the heavy stares of every person in the room on him. To clarify, nobody was watching.

"You're Brian Cooper, right?" the female receptionist- or assistant, if you will -asked as Brian approached her desk. He had trouble indentifying her species from the angle his head was on.

"I-I am..." he said in a small voice, his head still down.

The female assistant of unidentified species looked up at him. "Well, aren't you cute? Mr. Rockwell is waiting for you inside," she said, gesturing for the door nearest to her desk. Brian mumbled a 'thank you' and quickly made his way to the door, hiding his embarrassed blush.

After the door closed behind him, Brian found himself in a surprisingly humble office. Contrary to the lush and luxury he expected from a law firm partner, the only furniture was a shelf filled with small trophies and plaques, a couch on the corner and a long desk in front of him. But the furniture was the last thing on Brian's mind.

Instead, he was focused on the large, muscular dragon in front of him, one of the few person he had seen were larger than him. A tight blue dress shirt stuck to his massive arms and his wide, hard chest, clearly lining every bump and crease on his body. Dark green scales covered his face, crowned by a short layer of graying black hair and a well trimmed beard, giving him a mature look.

Mr. Rockwell looked up from the papers on his desk and the young croc instinctively backed up at his judging stare. The dragon put his papers aside and straightened on his chair, his folded wings slightly shaking with the movement.

He took a deep breath "Brian Cooper, right?" he said with a deep, rough voice that rumbled from his chest, making Brian melt. He sheepishly nodded, trying his best to look confident. "Have a sit, son," Rockwell gestured and Brian did as he was told, blushing and berating himself over how much he liked being called 'son' by that massive example of manliness.

It had only been a couple months since Brian realized he was gay, and nobody else knew. Coupled with his shy personality, the anxiousness he was going through held him back on whatever plan he had for after graduation. He had spent weeks depressed and had only recently accepted his own sexuality, but even then, had it not been for his uncle's friendship with Rockwell he would still be locked up in his room.

"Something wrong, son?"

"N-No, sir!" Rockwell's voice surprised him. The power behind it was contained, yet he could feel it and it made him shiver with excitement. He pushed those thoughts back in order to focus on his interview, though.

"Are you nervous?" Rockwell asked and Brian could only look down. "Look, your uncle told me what you were going through, and to be honest, between his praise and your incredible resume, you already got the job!"

Brian looked up at him. "That's... great, sir," of course, deep down he knew it was unfair, but the relief that washed through him was enough to ignore that.

"I bet it is, huh?" Rockwell said before stretching, his shirt straining further against his muscles, showing the veins on his pecs and causing Brian to blush and start fidgeting. He didn't notice the dragon's gaze. "Tell me, son... What happened to get you so down?"

"That's... rather personal, sir... And I'd rather not talk about it..."

"Of course," Rockwell said with his hands over the desk, his scrutinizing look making Brian somewhat nervous. "Well, we have a lot of time, so tell me about yourself! Your uncle didn't mention any girl in your life"

"Girls..." Brian kept fidgeting, unsure of his answer. "I'm not really focused on that right now, sir"

"I feel ya, son," Rockwell said, getting up and walking towards Brian's seat. "I myself have divorced plenty of times. Women just don't get guys," the dragon's large hands fell on Brian's shoulders and gently squeezed, making the croc blush and heat up slightly. "Guys get guys"

Brian's breathing fastened as he tried to process Mr. Rockwell's words. Was he interested in men? Was he interested in him? He knew it was most likely the desire in the back of his head to be dominated by such a massive, manly man, but he pushed that thought down. Not only was he still uncomfortable with that kind of fantasy, but this man could be his future boss and he had to stay professional.

"Are you ok, son? You feel tense," Rockwell said as his burly hands slowly trailed past Brian's chest and started unbuttoning the suit's jacket, making the croc jump in surprise. "Why don't you take this off? It'll be easier to relax"

"I-I-I'm good like-

"I insist," Rockwell pulled the jacket off Brian's shoulders and tossed it at the couch. Brian's breathing became erratic as the dragon's hands started loosening his tie. "Don't you feel better now, son?"

"Y-Yeah..." that was a lie. Being undressed by another man had less than desirable effects for the situation, which Brian could feel pressing against his pants. He closed his eyes and focused on calming down, but Mr. Rockwell's hands still resting on his shoulders made the work impossible.

"Do you work out, son?"

"I t-try to do so regularly, s-sir," Brian's breathing became more and more hurried as Rockwell's hands moved along his arms, feeling the defined muscles that hid underneath the thin shirt.

"It shows," Rockwell's hands moved to his chest, and Brian felt the dragon leaning forward to get a better angle, his own body pressed again the back of the croc's head as his hands cupped each one of his strong, round pecs.

"S-S-Sir, I..." Brian tried to talk, but he was too busy holding back small moans to finish a sentence.

"You don't mind this, do you son?" Rockwell's hands started unbuttoning his shirt and Brian felt like he would panic, but the rush of being touched by another man drowned his thoughts. A hand slipped inside his shirt and Rockwell's voice in his ear followed. "There's nothing wrong. We're both guys after all"

Brian's shirt was opened by the dragon's skilled hands and he could feel his chest being exposed and those rough hands squeezing and pinching, getting short moans from his throat. A hand lowered towards his chiseled abs, tracing the creases between them, occasionally scratching his waistline.

"I really admire men like you," Rockwell whispered in his ear. "Men who dedicate time and effort into making their bodies stronger. Those are the ones devoted to what it means to be a man," a brief pain shot from Brian's shoulder as it was bitten by the dragon, but it was followed by an unexpected surge of pleasure and excitement.

Suddenly Brian jumped off the seat, leaning on the desk in front of him, panting and sweating out of arousal. An arousal he didn't want; he couldn't allow himself to want.

"Sir, please..."

"How long have you known?" Rockwell's words surprised Brian. The arousal and confusion dispersed and a feeling of question floated above his head. The dragon's big hands rested on his now naked shoulders again. "There's nothing wrong with you, son..."

Brian felt like he would cry. The feeling of helplessness slowly faded as someone else finally broke it down to him, and was replaced by relief. He was gay, and there was nothing wrong with it. A phrase so simple eased the pain and struggle he had gone through during all those months and he felt understood, if only briefly.

Brian breathed in to calm himself down, not wanting to break down into tears and look ridiculous in front of his boss, but unable to erase that smile off his face. But Rockwell preferred a faster approach and pulled him back, shoving him on the floor.

"Let me help you feel better," Rockwell said as he took off his shirt. Only now, when the dragon stood over him, could Brian actually grasp his sheer size. What the man lacked in definition he more than made up with mass; his massive pecs, the hard gut under them, the enormous arms; all of it adorned with occasional veins popping out was too much for Brian, the tent on his pants already more than noticeable.

"Sir, I don't-"

"What do we have here?" Rockwell's foot rubbed against the bulge in Brian's pants and the croc had to grind his teeth to hold a moan. He could catch a glimpse of his boss slowly licking his lips as his hands worked on his pant's zipper, a bulge far bigger than his coming out of them, only covered by the red fabric of a tight pair of boxers.

Rockwell kneeled over Brain, his hands slowly moving to the croc's crotch, unbuttoning the pants and revealing his the large tent on his black boxers, a noticeable wet spot already forming. Brian could feel his hands being guided up the dragon's body, resting on his chest as their bulges rubbed against one another.

Brian instinctively squeezed Rockwell's shoulders, making the dragon moan low and gently and start humping him, their wet boners rubbing through the underwear. Brian couldn't hold back anymore and started moaning as well, his voice mixing with that of his boss. Rockwell lowered to bite on his shoulder once again, only getting louder moans from the croc.

Rockwell kissed down Brian's neck and made his way to his chest, those meaty mountains of muscles in front of him, and bit into one of them, sending jolts of pleasure up Brian's spine, who could only moan and grunt at the attention his body received. One of Rockwell's hands made it to his remaining pec, squeezing it roughly while the other grabbed his hard-on through his underwear, making the tip rub against Rockwell's own.

For someone as inexperienced as Brian this kind of attention was too much. He could feel himself getting closer and closer, resistance slowly slipping off his fingers as his whole body flared with pleasure and passion he had never felt before.

And just before he could get to the climax of the moment, Rockwell stopped and got up from him.

"S-Sir...?"

"I think this interview has been enough to get to know you, son," Rockwel told him, offering him a hand to get up. A confused Brian took it and got up; his legs spread a bit to accommodate the enlarged member inside his boxers. "Now, this was just a taste of how it is t work here. Perhaps enough to convince you of coming back on Monday"

Brian blushed, the rush slowly fading and his mind slowly coming to the realization. Of course they wouldn't go all the way on an interview; it was only logical, right?

"O-Of course, sir..." Brian stuttered, meekly accepting his clothes from his boss and slowly putting them on. A hand brushed against the bite marks on his chest and he winced, noticing a slight twitch from his crotch. "Monday... I'll be here. Thanks a lot for the opportunity!"

"Thank you, son!" Rockwell offered him a handshake, which Brian accepted, only for the dragon's other hand to rest on the croc's still exposed chest. "It's always nice to get fresh, soft meat..."

"R-R-Right!" Brian quickly buttoned his shirt, trying to hide the blush on his face and made the way to the door. "I'll see you on Monday, sir!"

"Oh!" the female assistant of unidentified species said from her desk, startling the flustered croc. "Seems like you got the job!"

"I-I did... Until Monday!" Brian waved her off and quickly made his way to the elevator, feeling the judging stares from his coworkers (that weren't there) as he couldn't erase that goofy smile off his face.

The female assistant of unidentified species looked as he disappeared behind the elevator's doors. "Poor kid has no idea what he got himself into," she giggled and continued with her work, already waiting for another session of moaning on Monday.

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