I'd been out of a job for my fifth week, and I didn't know what to do. I went to school to pursue a career in Marketing, but I guess they don't have a need for the next Don Draper. I'm Jason Wade; I'm 26 years old, brunet hair, brown eyes and fairly muscular. I'm 5'6". Since there was no way I could get a job in my field for the time being, I decided to apply for a job at GreenCorp. It wasn't my dream job, but I guess beggars can't be choosers. I woke up at 9:00am to make sure I was ready for my 2:00pm meeting. I live alone, so I don't sleep in anything. I went straight to my dryer to look for underwear, and found some of my favorite pair: black boxer-briefs that are one size too small. I pulled those on along with some OTC black socks and a pair of khaki pants. I went back to my room and chose a black v-neck. I did all the essentials: brushed my teeth, washed my face, etc. I grabbed my messenger bag and left for some coffee.

I headed to the nearest Starbucks to get my fill. It took 3 tries to get a taxi. I hadn't had the time or the money to get a car.

"Where to?"

"38th street."

"You got it."

When we got there, I fumbled in my pockets for my wallet and realized I left my money on my dresser. I tried reasoning with him to catch a break, but he was having none of it. I saw him reaching in his glove compartment when someone knocked on the window.

"Excuse me sir. What seems to be the problem," the man inquired.

"This man will not pay me for my service. I do not stand for this!"

"How much does he owe?"

"Sixty dollars"

"You were going to kill him over sixty dollars?"

"Shh. Keep your voice down." The strange man gave the driver (presumably) sixty dollars and motioned for me to exit the taxi. I left the car and proceeded to shake the man's hand.

"What were you thinking getting into that taxi?"

"What do you mean," I replied.

"Didn't you see that green lettering on it?"

"Yeah, what's wrong?"

"If it has green lettering, they're part of a gang. How didn't you know that? How long have you been in this town?"

"I just moved here."

"Well...welcome to the area. Where were you heading?"

"I was going to go to Starbucks, but I don't have any money on me, so I'm gonna have to head back home for my wallet."

"Don't worry about it. I'll take care of it."

"Thanks bro, but you looked like you were in a hurry. You don't have to wait for me."

"I said don't worry about it. I got you covered."

"Thanks! Could I ask your name?"

"I'm Evan." He ordered my coffee and asked where I was heading.

"I'm heading back home. I have an interview coming up soon, and I'm a bit underdressed."

"Where are you interviewing?"


"Oh you're dressed fine. Trust me. I'm actually heading there now. I'll walk you there." As we were walking he asked when my interview was. I told him, he checked his watch, and said, "We have time." We walked to a hotdog stand. "This is the best hot dog stand in Cali."

"You remember I don't have any money right?"

"I guess you aren't good at realizing you're on a date." He smirked. He proceeded to buy me a hotdog.

"Who said I wanted to go on a date with you," I asked.

"You're still here, and it's 2:30."

"Fuck! I gotta go. I'll call you!"

"You don't have my number, and I have a car. Let's go." I'd already let my chances of this job go. I wouldn't hire anyone late for an interview. Why should he/she hire me?

"So why are you dressed up?"

"I have to head to my job. By the way, I hear the guy at GreenCorp doesn't show up until 3:00 tops."

"That's a relief." But it was pushing 2:45 and I had onion on my breath. Conditions were not good for me. We arrived at GreenCorp and I shot out of the car. I rushed up five flights of stairs, found a row of seats, all filled with nicely dressed men looking for the same job I wanted. After finding a seat, I checked my watch.

"2:50. Perfect." I waited in anticipation. Minute by minute, second by second, my interview was coming. 3:00 came and the door opened. I guy in a suit eating a hotdog appeared.

"Jason Wade?" Evan was going to be my boss? I didn't know how to take it. I was just on an impromptu date with him and kinda blew him off for this interview...which he is administering. I walked in, résumé in hand. "Take a seat...," he looked at the résumé, "Jason. So what brings you here today? Why do you want to work for GreenCorp? What are your strengths, weaknesses, goals, aspirations, skills, blah blah blah. I've seen how much you cared about being here. I know you'll work hard, but I don't think you want this job. This one is just filing papers. I think you'll like this one better." He got out of his chair and peeped his head out of the room and into the other. "Lorraine, you're fired. You've been late way too many times and you don't fulfill your duties. The company's moving in a different direction. Unfortunately, it's without you. Thank you for your service. Bye," and he just shut the door. "You're in luck. There's an opening as my assistant! You start tomorrow."

"I don't know what to say. Thank you!"

"Don't mention it. Also, I'll let you know now that you didn't get this job because of my attraction to you. I know you'll be perfect for this job."

"Again, I can't thank you enough. Let me take you out for dinner. My treat."

"No. I couldn't..."

"I insist. You saved my life; you got me coffee and a hotdog, the best one I've had it a while... The least I can do is buy you some dinner."

"Okay. When did you want to meet?"

"I'll pick you up at...7:30?"

"Sounds great!"

And with that, I left. Behind me I heard, "Don't worry. He got a different job. Come on in."

When I got home, I called my friend Jeff. We'd been friends since college and I couldn't resist calling him up after the day I had. After recounting all that happened he replied, "Jase, I can see you're crazy about that guy. So what are you gonna wear to your date?"

"You're straight. You don't care about what I'm gonna wear! Thanks for the effort though."

"Yeah, I'm still new to this 'my best friend's gay' thing. I'll get better with that type of small talk in the future."

"I bet you will. But you don't have to. I'm still the same person I was before. Just replace the 'her's with 'him's"

"So tell me how this man's tits look."

"Ooh big and busty," we joked. We laughed a little more about how my date just so happened to have dick.

"So where did you meet him?"

"I bumped into him at Starbucks and found out he's my new boss. He literally drive me to the interview."

"He's your boss now, huh," he inquired. He began singing, "secret lovers!"

"Shut the fuck up, man."

"But seriously, with all jokes aside, be careful. In pretty sure the office won't like the 'boss fucking the secretary' scenario."

"Thanks for the advice, but I doubt we'll be telling anyone. But I have to get going. What I'm going to wear actually is an important topic. I'll talk to you later."

"Same to you, bro."

7:00 rolled around and there was a knock on my door. I came to the door to find Evan with flowers in hand.

"Wow. Old school kinda guy, huh," I asked smiling.

"Yeah I was taught to never show up to a pretty girl's, or...erm...a handsome guy's apartment empty handed."

"Thanks, but I'm pretty sure I was supposed to pick you up."

"Well, I thought I'd save you the cab fare."

"That's awful sweet of you. But how am I supposed to surprise you if you're driving?"

"I'll close my eyes."

"No you won't!"

"Just give me directions. I'll totally be surprised."

"I'll trust you." We headed out and made our way down street by street until we made it.

"Miniature golf?"

"Yeah. I thought you might want a little game."

"Sure. I'm game for anything." During the game we found out we were both extremely competitive. "So let's put a little wager on this game."

"Do tell..."

"Whoever loses has to give the winner a night cap."

"I'm down." And we were off. Neck and neck for the duration of the game. At the end, however, I won-by one point. We went back to his car for more directions. We came to a pizza shop.

"I love this place! How did you know?"

"I didn't! I love this place too." He grabbed my hand and walked me in. We ate two large deep dish pizzas and had 3 pitchers of soda. (Obviously we aren't on diets.) When the check came, he pulled out his wallet. "Oh no. I already had it taken care of. I paid for it before we got here."

"Well you just thought of everything, didn't you?"

"Don't I always?

"Well I am beat."

"Guess we should head back to your place then."

"Look like we should." He drove us back to his place. My god that place is big. He had a three story mansion--modern, sleek, and expensive.

"So this is how much GreenCorp pays?"

"Well, they'll do what they can to keep me around."

"What exactly do you do?"

"I kiss ass and seem moderately agreeable. I, somehow, shot up the corporate ladder. These guys want a couple of yes men. But...it pays the bills."

"Well if this is what pays the bills, I wonder what success looks like." With that, he motioned to the kitchen where I sat at a marble counter top. He brought out some scotch and poured a couple glasses. "Wow, you really are old school." We kept conversing; we kept drinking. It was all on a loop. Out of habit, I accidentally started tuning him out as he continued talking. Leaning forward, I forced my lips upon his, guiding my tongue inside his mouth. Our hands ventured across each other's bodies, groping everything that turned us on--asses, arms, legs, cock. We stayed in that state for minutes, only breaking for air.

"Let's move this to my room."

"Sure, tell me where it is," and as we stood, I swooped him off the ground and made my way for the stairs. As we arrived at the top, he motioned me to the right into his room. His room, lined with ceiling to floor windows on one wall, was magnificent. After setting him down on the bed, I began to undress him as fast as I could. As he reached for my belt buckle, I slapped his hand away saying, "I'm taking control tonight." I took off his pants, and subsequently, his underwear to reveal...well, I don't know how to describe it.

it was big.

It was soft.

It was hard.

It was long.

It was mine.

I started stroking his dick and I watched him become overwhelmed with pleasure. Then I took it up a notch. His dick didn't stand a chance as I attacked it with my mouth. Engulfed in me, his cock was hot and throbbing.

"Keep going. Don't stop," he would say between moans. His hands travelled to my head, but he didn't begin thrusting. He just ran his finger at through my hair as a blew him. No, I didn't blow him. I made love to his dick. I moved back a little to just tease the tip and then deep-throated his length. My hands roamed to two places-his ass and his balls. After a while he pulled out and apologized.

"I'm sorry, if we kept going our night may have ended early."

"Trust me, I know how to keep the night going. Do you have any lube?"

"Top drawer." As I turned around to retrieve it he grabbed my arm. "By the way, who's the lube for?"

"Umm, both of us?"

"No, I mean...who is it for?"

"I'll show you. Just trust me."

"Okay." With that, I made out with him once more, exploring his mouth with my tongue and him acting in kind. With my hand on his thigh, I guided his legs apart and began rubbing his hardon again. While his attention was on his dick, I gave my asshole some attention.

"Hey. Close your eyes."

"Sure babe." As his eyes closed I placed my leg so either side of his body and took all of him in me. Evan thrusted into me, reaching deeper every time. I felt like a bitch in heat, meeting his thrusts with the same hunger and lust he exuded. He later took control and moved me on my hands and knees. I raised my ass to meet his thighs on every lunge. My boss reached around and stroked my hardon bringing it to climax and ruining the sheets below. He began to stop but I quickly intervened, "We don't stop until you cum." On that note, I laid on my side and raised my leg. He inserted himself in my again. Our moans filled the room as we continued making love. I clenched my ass as his dick hardened and splattered my insides, filling me with more of him. I hadn't paid attention to my own dick so it came as a surprise when I came again. We laid there with his dick still in me--him kissing me on the neck--falling asleep. I laid in his arms more at home than I'd ever felt in this city.

The next morning was supposed to be my first day of work...let's see how that works out.

Thank you for reading! If you liked it, comment down below for a second part.




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