By trade: Cum Swallower Part 1

After being fired, I felt useless and despised. Four years of my life dedicated to that company, giving it my all, only to end up like this. Long working hours prioritizing profits and productivity over my own well-being. I always left later than I was supposed to, answered calls at all hours, and sacrificed weekends. I felt like I was part of the company, as if it were mine. One good day, my profile no longer fit with the new management, and they believed my future lay elsewhere, where I could contribute all that I knew. They thanked me for my services and, with a forced smile, invited me to leave the offices as soon as possible.

From that moment on, my life took a turn. I had all the time in the world for myself, could do whatever I wanted, but I didn't know how to live like that. I needed to find a job, not just for my economy, but also for my mental stability. What I never imagined was that I would find the job of my life, where I would finally feel fulfilled. I had lived years thinking I was in the right job, doing what I did best, and that I couldn't feel more fulfilled, but nothing was further from reality.

Finding a job in my field was practically impossible. After a long search, I lowered my level to less qualified jobs, but I didn't have much luck either. There was always something in my resume that didn't fit the job. So, I lowered my expectations to a more basic job. I found one in a cardboard factory. There, I was in charge of cleaning, with a mop, broom, and all kinds of products to do my job. The uniform consisted of a blue jersey with the company logo on the chest. I perfectly remember the day of the interview. A guy about 25 years old, well-dressed and attractive, attended me with great kindness. I, at 43 years old, didn't think I would meet the requirements for the position, but they called me.

I'm a nervous guy, so I had a pretty bad time on my first day of work. They took me to meet the boss, who was waiting for me in his office. I sat in front of his desk, attacked by nerves. My boss is a man about 50, somewhat short, with very masculine features and a hipster beard. A bit of a belly, but strong arms. He always dressed in a shirt and dress pants. He was cordial, but very strict and meticulous with work.

"Welcome, David. My name is Pablo, a pleasure." He shook my hand with a lot of force, making it clear he was in charge. I liked him physically and couldn't help but imagine him naked.

"Thanks for the opportunity, sir." I replied, touching my bruised hand. "I won't let you down." I looked at his strong arms and big hands. His nipples were visible in that shirt, which seemed a size too small.

"That's what I hope, David. In this company, we take work very seriously. Cleaning is important; don't think it's just anything." He said seriously. He adjusted his package, moving his huge bulge in front of my attentive gaze. He must be well-endowed. I tried to control myself; he was my...