I have to be honest about Oliver. I had my doubts. He was awfully young and completely inexperienced and naive. He was a very good fuck, but I have plenty of ass when I want it. He was eager, though, and motivated. That is worth a lot. You can learn skills and gain experience, but engagement can’t be taught. In the end, I’ve never regretted hiring him for a moment. The truth is, I don’t know how I was getting by without Oliver. I can’t imagine what I would do if I lost him. I don’t see that happening, though. Like I said, he is totally engaged. He will never have another job like this one, or another boss like me. I work hard. I get paid well. I give myself the best of everything. Fresh ground gourmet coffee every morning, and Oliver knows exactly how I like it. Lunch from my favorite restaurant. Oliver orders takeout and picks it up himself, so it’s fresh and hot. And Oliver's five-star premium ass whenever my balls feel full. I fuck Oliver at least once a day, twice if I don’t have time to swing by Carnal House and find a twink. What can I say? I’m a “high T” guy. I need relief on the regular, and I can’t concentrate on business if I’m horny. I fuck Oliver right there on my desk. It’s convenient for me. As for Oliver, my dick is another fringe benefit. I suspect he gets a kinky thrill from it, too. But it also keeps our relationship defined for both of us. Oliver is a workplace convenience, not my boyfriend.The other day, I was on the phone. Oliver came in with a fresh cup of coffee. I hadn’t asked for it, and I suspect Oliver was just looking for an excuse to check up on me. It was about time for his morning fuck. I pointed at my crotch, and he was down there in a flash. I’ll admit I was looking forward to our morning fuck, too, but work is work. Truth is, I like getting sucked off while I’m on a business call. It reminds me that I’m a pornographer. I can get away with crossing lines. I’m also the boss. My company, my rules, my fuckboy assistant.So, Oliver has my fly spread open, working my fat dick into his throat. He’s gotten much better, but it’s not going balls deep, no matter how hard he tries. Asses stretch, but throats don’t. Unfortunately. I end my call as soon as I can. I need more than a blowjob. As soon as I can hang up, I’ve got Oliver on my desk. On his knees. I swear, if I had a desk custom-made for fucking that boy, it couldn’t be a better height.I dive in, working my tongue into his hole, my dick so hard it’s aching. Damn! What this boy does to me! I work my way in. I’m getting up to speed, and Oliver is moaning and panting like the little fuckboy slut that he is. Then, the phone rings. It’s Legrand. I don’t ignore his calls. On the other hand, I don’t have to stop what I’m doing, either. He knows me well, though, and figures out what’s up right away.I just turn on FaceTime. We share a laugh, then I hold the phone down so that he can see Oliver, on his knees, ass up, on my desk, his hole getting plowed. Oliver just grins and waves and says, “Hi, Dr. Wolf!” That is training! My boy has come a long way in the past few months. The highlight of my day is hearing my assistant gasping and begging, Please! Breed me, Sir!” What a life!