His Journal

Our first episode focuses on 19-year-old Conner Bradshaw of Jacksonville, Florida. This young man had completed his first year in college and school was out for the summer. He was originally hired to work as a waiter in a downtown restaurant which was far from ideal. After enduring antagonistic behavior from co-workers, Conner felt he had no choice but to resign. After quitting his job, he would soon find work at a printing facility. It seems to be an improvement from his previous job. However, it would not be long until Conner finds himself in a very compromising situation. This is his journal...

The Night Shift

Journal entry July 2nd: Freeeeee!! That's what I'm feeling right now. Today was the last day working at Pete's. I just feel sorry for the next poor soul who's hired to work there. That place ought to have a greenish-brown cloud hanging over it since it's so toxic there. Rude customers are expected at times, but the kitchen cooks are fucking awful. They always made homophobic remarks toward me and racist remarks toward my friend Damien who also worked there. The fact that the General Manager continues to refuse to do anything about it was the last straw. Damien had already left that place before me and is pursuing a career in real estate. I have all the faith in the world that he's gonna be a big success. As for me, I may have money saved up, but I gotta work. I'm gonna turn in some online applications and hopefully, I'll get a call back soon. Fingers Crossed...

Journal entry July 5th: I just got back home from a random date from Grindr. WORST. DATE. EVER. This guy Eric, if that's even his real name, seemed like a decent guy when talking to him on the internet, but up close.... well, this guy is such a dick... and not in a good way. He's older than me at 25, and yet, he did not spend one dime on this date. Instead, he insisted that I pay for his drinks at a bar that I'm not even old enough to be in yet so that he get fucking hammered and for me to be the designated driver. Sure enough, I made sure he got home just fine after all was said and done, but he was expecting us to fool around tonight. No thanks, bud. I'd say he should sober up and let the next sap deal with his shit.

On a lighter note, I have a job interview on the 8th which is this Friday. I'm so excited because this job is for a place called Page Turner Printshop. It's a place that specializes in many types of prints as well as binding, laminating, poster printing, etc. Being a business major, this could be a good opportunity to see how this can benefit me. We'll see how it goes. For now, I am worn out from dealing with that asshole tonight, so I need to catch some good Z's. Nighty night.

Journal entry July 8th: I had my interview today. The manager I spoke with is Cynthia Bates. She's really nice and the interview went great. There is a problem, however. Overall, the place was hot as balls. The commercial air conditioner had stopped working, and the main area for production only has those large standing fans to keep the place as cool as possible. Cynthia told me an electrician is coming in to fix the AC on Monday, so hopefully, the place has a working AC by the time I start working with them. That's right... I'm hired! Yay!

It's important to mention that this job is definitely temporary. I am to cover their night shift, but get this: they normally do not employ an evening worker. As it happens, a company had placed in a huge amount of prints for standing banners, mounted posters, and booklets; hundreds if not thousands of them. This company is preparing for conferences in various places around the country that would take place for another year. Therefore, there was plenty of time to get this done. Page Turner wants to get a major head-start and that's where I come in. I'll be responsible for mounting the posters they have printed during the day and I will be the sole worker for this night shift. Seems easy, but we'll see.

Journal entry July 15th: For the past week, I worked at my new job at Page Turner Printshop. I was learning a lot; printing, copying, binding, and my main responsibility, the mounting. The AC was still down, and there were delays in getting someone to fix it. They finally succeeded in getting an electrician who had ordered parts to fix it. The conveyor belt had snapped, so everything is to be fixed this Monday evening, which is also the night of my first evening shift, unsupervised. I am pretty worried though and it's not because of working by myself and the amount of work involved. Here's the thing, and this is gonna sound pretty crazy. Carol, one of my new co-workers and who is also a very nice person just like everyone else working there, took me aside to have a private chat with me. She told me something that was very alarming: there is this guy named Steve, who happens to be the electrician who's fixing the AC. She went on to explain that while she was covering the evening shift, she was left alone with Steve and during that time, Steve had his penis peaking through the zipper of his pants while doing his job. Carol is very certain that he did this on purpose and therefore is certain that Steve is a serious perv. “That's crazy!” I said to her. I asked her if Cynthia knew and if this guy was caught on camera. She told me that he has not told Cynthia yet, but the place does not have surveillance cameras, so proving it was not gonna be easy. She said if this guy should do the same thing while I'm working on Monday evening, to let Cynthia know so that we could report him together.

So, it seems I left from one unprofessional situation to another. This was taken to a different level in my eyes because you hear so much about sexual harassment in the workplace. Anyway, I thanked Carol for giving me the heads up.

Journal entry July 18th: I had just got home from my first evening shift at the print shop. I'll skip boring details about the work itself and get to how things went with our special visitor. Tonight was the first night I had ever seen this Steve fellow. As I was going about my work, Steve knocked at the main door for the production area of the shop, and I was, of course, supposed to let him in. I got a look at him for the first time: he's an older man, maybe in his mid 30's. He's a red-head with short hair, light facial hair, blue beady eyes, and was slightly shorter than me. After opening the door for him, he took a quick look at me and then looked right inside before he even introduced himself... “Hmm, interesting. Looking for someone?” I thought to myself.

Skipping the pleasantries, he got right to work and so did I. To this guy's credit, however, he is hot! He was wearing a white tank top shirt, showing off some nice biceps. He also wore short denim jeans, showing off a nice pair of calves. Those must have been the same shorts he wore when he allegedly kept flashing Carol. Ten minutes after he arrived, he asked me if Carol was working tonight, to which I responded by telling him that Carol has returned back to work the morning shift. “That's ashamed,” he said and nothing else. As time went by, he was on this back tampering with some wiring... you know, like plumbers do when tinkering with the kitchen sink pipes. Anyway, I was continuing with the mountains of mounting for the posters printed from earlier today. During this time, I got another look at Steve. Truth be told, I am already smitten with this guy. As horrible as it was in regards to what happened to Carol, I could not help but check him out. A hot daddy for sure. A huge part of me was hoping he would once again get comfortable with the zippers on his jeans.... wink wink. But... he caught me staring. Awkward! He did not say a word about it or anything else until it was time for him to leave, but he knew I was checking him out. I guess I'm the perv now. Well, I have to go back to the shop tomorrow to do some more mounting (head out of the gutter).

Well, on another note, Cynthia and the others have been impressed with the amount of work and effort I've been putting into this, so it's a matter of keeping the momentum going. I just need to focus and remember to keep my head in the game. No distractions. As far as the here and now goes, I am just gonna conclude this night with a quick jerk-off and head to bed. By the way, Damien has been hired with Jeff Corey's Real Estate! Yay! I'm so happy for him! We're gonna have an amazing dinner when we celebrate with friends this weekend.

Journal entry July 19th: As I'm writing in this journal, I am doing so with a sore yet satisfied asshole. That's right, I just had sex. With whom? The electrician Steve. We did the nasty. I'm still freaked out by what I just did at my new job. Nevertheless, I am giving the juicy details. Steve had arrived one last time to finish replacing pretty much all the necessary parts for the commercial air conditioning. At this point, I had already spent about four hours mounting a total of... maybe fifty posters, so I was due for a break. Despite not eating anything for the entire day, I wasn't really feeling all that hungry for some reason, so I just settled for sitting in the lounge room, fan blowing in my face, and having a cool bottle of cherry coke. When I was done, I went back to the production room and my eyes could have popped right out of their sockets after what I saw. Steve was still doing his thing, but did so without his pants! He was pretty much naked from the waist down wearing only his usual tank top, baseball cap, and sneakers! “Sorry”, he said in his deep voice. “It's hot in here, ya know?”. I mean, at the most, he could have just removed his shirt.

There was no way I could focus on my work. I had already fucked up four posters and had to reprint them. But things escalated when I saw Steve's erection. I was sitting at one of the desks when I discovered this. I stood up, in shock, and taking a deep breath, I said... “Hey Steve, you have, uh....” Before he went on to say: “Again, Sorry. Guy's got needs. But... considering you were staring at me last night, I'd figured you wouldn't mind”. Now, I'm just speechless. He stood up with that huge curved boner of his and my sights had zeroed in on that big dick flopping left and right when he approached me. “Job's all done,” he said. “AC should be working within minutes. Anything else you think I should take care of?” Fuck, I just could not take it anymore! I got down on my knees, removed my glasses, and sucked on that curvy meat. This red-head daddy removed his tank top, thus becoming butt-ass naked save for his sneakers and the cap he turned backward. He was tweaking the nipples on those beautiful pecs of his while I was still going down on that monster. I was hearing light growls from the sounds he made from his reaction to getting sucked off; having such a deep voice. I looked up at him, and Steve had his chin up, eyes closed, mouth wide open as he was obviously enjoying things.

He got me to bend over the desk where I was working on the reprints for the posters I messed up. I was full commando with a pair of sweat shorts since I really do like to wear underwear. He pulled down my shorts, my rear naked ass exposed. After assuming the position, he eased that big dick right inside me. It fucking hurt. I had not been fucked in months, so I had to adjust. What I liked about this the most was that while I was moaning from taking a pounding, this red-head daddy told me how I had a nice “phat” ass. He had me remove my shirt, getting me naked, and used both of his hands to caress and... pretty much massage both of my shoulders while he was still fucking me. We were in this same position the entire time that fucked. After maybe five minutes, Steve was close, so he had me get right back on my knees and after several seconds of stroking his dick, his cum splooged right on my face. Whatever semen remained in his dick, I just sucked it out. “Ah, yes!” he moaned out loud. Almost immediately, however, Steve told me he had to leave after he “got off”. Before he left, he gave me his business card with his name, number, and business address. He told me not to hesitate to call him in case I want to switch jobs... or something else.

So, I certainly got more than what I bargained for. To see cock is one thing, but getting fucked... it never even occurred to me in the slightest until it happened. At this point, there is no way I'm going to tell Cynthia or anyone about what transpired. I would definitely lose my job. As I conclude this entry, I'm looking at the business card that Steve gave me earlier. I'm pretty conflicted at this point. I've already gone too far by hooking up with someone who is pretty much promiscuous... but then again, I had sex with him so who am I to talk? Also, to leave a great job for this man whom I hardly know? Probably not such a good idea. But... I really don't mind seeing that red-head daddy again. What to do...

Although Conner did not leave his employment for Steve, the two have had a sexual relationship, and briefly so. Conner would soon learn that he hit the nail on the head when referring to Steve as a promiscuous individual. Because of his sexual advances toward others, Steve has found himself to be in trouble with the law; with numerous charges as a result of his behavior. Thankfully, Conner is kept out of Steve's troubles, and for his own sake, he had decided that it was best to never see Steve again. Because of his performance at his most recent job, Conner is considered for a long-term position with Page Turner, specifically as a part-time worker while attending school. We wish him all the best in his future success. That concludes this first Chapter of “His Journal”. Until the next entry...