Good Will Hunting

During a hunting trip hosted by a customer I roomed with our COO, a 60 year old tough as nails man. As a 34 year old, junior account manager spending some alone time with the COO was the opportunity of a lifetime. I was on my best behavior.

The camp room was small, two single beds. The small bathroom was barely enough for a tiny washbasin, toilet and tiny cold shower. Getting ready for his morning shower he stood in front of me in his undershirt and flip flops, his cock visible from my seated position on my bed where I was getting my socks on. His cock triggered me to the cock whore I am. I lowered my head and took his cock in my mouth.

I expected to be shoved off, but his hand rested on my head as I fell to my knees and enjoyed his magnificent cock. Completion came after I had taken his shaft in my hand and jacked him off while I sucked on his cock.

My name is William, I go by Bill, that morning on my knees with his wet empty cock in my face he nicknamed me Good Will Hunting, his preferred name for me. I always call him Mr. Andrews.