"You know what to do" Boris said, "And make sure you watch the teeth"
Lear unzipped Boris's pants, and slid them along with his underwear to Boris's ankles.
Boris's hot turgid cock sprung out and flopped on Lear's face, pulsing gently as it hardened.
Taking the tip into his mouth, Lear began to gently suck on the bitter rod.
"Oh yeah, that's nice" Boris said, sending another pang of pain through Lear's heart
"Try licking it up and down, like a candy cane"
Lear did so, going from balls to the head, pausing at the tip to swirl his tongue around the sensitive pink helmet.
"Argh, you're taking too long" Lear heard Boris say, before he felt Boris's hand grab the back of his head, and pushing downward. Forcing his head onto Boris's cock, Lear began to choke and cry a bit.
"Oh yeah, I like it better when they cry"
Lear, now with tears streaming down his face, felt renewed vigor to become Commisioner and have HIS dick sucked, now threw himself into his work. As in working that shaft. Sucking twice as hard, and taking Boris's cock twice as deep, and going twice as fast, Lear sucked a meaner dick than the most experienced hooker in Las Vegas.
Under this onslaught, Boris couldn't hold out long at all, and finally blew a wad to rival the greatest of pornstars into the back of Lear's throat. Lear dutifully swallowed it all, not missing a drop.
As Boris's orgasm subsided, Lear stood up, wiped his mouth, and asked
>"So, do I have the job?"
Boris was still out of breath and was fanning himself with his hat, so it took a minute for him to answer, but when he did, Lear's heart was elated
"Goddamn, anyone who can suck a dick that well was MEANT to head the 4CCC. Damn straight you got the job."
>"Thank you sir, thank you so much!"
Lear bounded out of the office, and went to get himself some ice cream to wash out the taste of Texan dick from his mouth.