Drive Thru

In the dim glow of the Drive Thru office, hopeful new-hire Peter Marcus settles into the chair across from General Manager Dakota Rivers. Dakota scans the application, his brow furrowing at the blank space under experience. No food industry background. Peter leans forward, voice steady. 'I'm a fast learner,' he says, 'and I'm eager to please.' Dakota's eyes narrow, a sly smile curling his lips. He wants proof of that eagerness. 'Show me,' he commands, guiding Peter down to his knees. Dakota unzips, unleashing his thick cock, heavy and demanding. Peter, hungry for the gig, wraps his lips around it, sucking with fervent skill, tongue swirling over the pulsing shaft. Dakota tests him thoroughly, thrusting deep into that warm mouth. Satisfied with the oral audition, Dakota spins him around, spreads those cheeks, and drives his tongue into Peter's bare hole, lapping and probing until it's slick and glistening with spit. No more teasing—Dakota positions himself and slams his meat inside, filling Peter's tight man hole in one firm push. Peter gasps, gripping the edge as Dakota pounds from behind, each stroke a raw claim. Then Peter climbs onto the table, legs hoisted high, inviting deeper invasion. Dakota delivers hard, powerful thrusts, his cock drilling relentlessly into that yielding heat. The onslaught overwhelms Peter; he erupts, blasting thick ropes of white cum across his furry torso, muscles clenching in ecstasy. Dakota pulls out, stroking his own hefty load right onto Peter's winking hole, marking him with hot spurts. When the haze clears, Dakota zips up. Peter straightens his shirt. Sorry, kid—no job for you.