Perks of the Job

Author's Note: Hi everyone. It's been a while since my last story, but I tried to write a few and nothing was really clicking. I've decided this new story will start off with a different tone than Coming Home, but I hope that you all still enjoy it.

Pulling up to the front of the house, I already knew I’d made a big mistake. Not only was the place palatial in size, but it was swarmed with dozens of young people milling about, drinking, and having a grand time. I’d parked just down the street, but I could hear the whoops and shouts from some drunken frat boys running across the lawn after a sudden victory in their multitude of drinking games.

It isn’t that I had any resentment towards the drunken festivities, I’d just grown out of them over the past year. There are plenty of nights seared in my memory that resembled the scenes before me, although, the backdrop was certainly different. Walking through the front gates, I had a much better appreciation for the mansion sprawled out in front of me. Even though it was just outside the Chicago city limits, the home was gigantic and the real estate alone was worth millions, regardless of the huge, modern mansion sitting on top. Dozens of windowed walls and hard angles made for a cool style, if a little off putting.

I’d been invited to the party by some of my friends from school. They were a year behind me and celebrating homecoming week tonight, and since I was staying on their couch for the time being, they’d asked if I wanted to tag along.

I’d recently moved to the city in search of a new job and having a place to stay was amazing, so I didn’t wanna turn down their hospitality. Although, I can’t say I put up too much of a fuss when they mentioned it was going to be at Sean Hill’s house. Sean was easily the most popular guy on campus, with his incredibly good looks and friendly personality, he managed to be friends with many people without developing a douchey personality that often went along with popularity. However, while I’d always appreciated his nicely style brown hair, neatly trimmed facial hair, and his muscular physique, he was painfully straight.

I on the other hand, not so much. I’d been out since high school and had a fairly easy time of it, considering I grew up in a pretty progressive part of the Midwest. I was on the shorter side and while I kept in shape, I’d say my body was pretty average, something my ex liked to constantly remind me of. Fortunately, he was out of the picture and I was determined to have a nice time tonight. I’d just plastered a somewhat genuine smile on my face when I saw one of my friends at one of the tables outside, piled high with food.

James waved me over and gave me a side hug, careful not to spill his plate loaded with chips and cookies on me, a feat I’m sure he had much practice at after attending so many parties.

“Fuck yeah, Jesse, wasn’t sure you were gonna make it!”

I gave a slight shrug, “How could I say no to all this,” I said, giving a small chuckle as I motioned around at the opulent setting.

“Dude, I know! Sean and his dad really went all out with the party stuff huh?”

“You can say that again,” I replied, reaching over and snagging some of the chips from his plate before he gave me a gentle slap away.

“Well, I’m not sure where the other guys are, I think some of them went inside a bit ago.”

“I’ll go check it out, and thanks for the invite again. I know it’s difficult with me staying with you guys, but I really appreciate it,” I said, feeling the tinge of red seep into my cheeks from slight embarrassment of needing their help.

“Don’t even mention it, we love having you there dude!” he said, slightly distracted by one of the girls nearby. I laughed it off and encouraged him to go talk to her before wandering deeper into the party by myself.

I did manage to find my other friends after some time, but it was pretty much the same routine each time. Say hi, thank them for the invite, and watch them wander off to talk to another group or attempt to score a hook up for the night. I knew this might happen, but still, it hurt a bit to be a third wheel on multiple bikes and it only got worse when I ran into Sean.

I know, I know, you’re not supposed to fall for the straight guy, but I couldn’t help it. He was so lively and fun, I couldn’t help but have a little crush on him over the past few years. As I was slowly making my way towards the stairs, he caught my eye and strolled over to me. God did he look good tonight. His shirt clung tight to his chest, revealing the rippling muscles underneath. He’d clearly been working out even harder now that he was gunning for a pro football offer and I won’t lie, I very much enjoyed seeing the payoff before me. I shook those thoughts from my mind and greeted him with a bro hug, the standard greeting amongst guys like him.

“Jesse, good to see you man! I didn’t know you were coming,” he said with a genuine smile on his face.

I laughed a bit, “Neither did I to be honest. I just moved back and some of the guys invited me to come, so I figured I’d drop by.” I said, matching the warmth and excitement he was giving off.

“Well, I’m glad you did,” and he seemed like he was getting ready to start a longer conversation when he looked over my shoulder. He held up a finger to whoever was behind me and I felt the warm feeling in my stomach sink. I glanced behind and saw the attractive, dark haired girl beckoning Sean over with a slight look of annoyance on her face.

“Sorry about that, Emily’s been dying to introduce me to some of her out of town friends, but I can see them in a minute,” he said, but I quickly cut him off, holding my hand up.

“Sean, really, don’t worry about it. It was really nice seeing you again, go, I’m sure she’s excited to show you off,” I said, laughing a bit.

While I was hoping to see some hesitation from him, it hurt even more when I saw the relief in his eyes. “Thanks, man. She’d chew me out for hours if I missed out on them again. I hope you enjoy the party!” he shouted at me as he was quickly walking away.

I could feel that sinking feeling in my stomach and I really just needed a break for a moment. I looked towards the yard, but could see far too many people out there to find a pocket of quiet. Looking back to the stairs I’d spotted earlier, it seemed like no one else was going upstairs, so I quickly slipped away from the crowd. The noise was easily muffled even just on the second floor, but there were still people on the small landing above the party, talking quietly with each other or waiting for one of the bathrooms to open up. I went further down one of the hallways and found another stairway going up, climbing them two at a time desperate for some peace.

The third floor was nearly silent, with only the gentle thump of the music able to be heard so far up. There weren’t many rooms up here and I could only see one that was open, so I gently opened it, before closing it shut and leaning against the doorway with a deep sigh. I rubbed my hands over my face for a few seconds, staving off the tears I could feel forming there. I knew it was stupid, but every anxiety, sadness, and fear I’d held inside came crashing down on me at once. The feeling of being forgotten by my friends, the worry I had about finding a job, and even the sadness I thought I’d buried long ago over Sean.

I took a deep breath and steadied myself, finally taking in the room around me. It was a massive library, every wall filled with all manner of books and several free-standing shelves that made it difficult to gauge the true size of the space. I moved around the room, lit up with a dull glow, and just let my fingers run along the spines. As I edged closer to the far side, I heard a voice speak out from behind me.

“You know, I think this is the first time one of Sean’s guests has strayed this far from the party.”

I jumped and gave a startled, “Jesus Christ!” as I swiveled around to see who spoke. I’d been so preoccupied I didn’t notice the figure sitting away from the entrance in one of the chairs facing a large fireplace. The man was older, with salt and pepper hair that gently framed his handsome features. He had a strong jaw, outlined in a thick stubble that continued up his face and met his well-groomed mustache. Even in the dull light, I could see his beautiful hazel eyes behind his glasses, and I would have recognized them anywhere. Sean had the exact same eyes and it was clear I was looking at Mr. Hill. He sat before me, looking cozy and dressed for the night, as his flannel robe was gently tied around him as he read by the firelight.

After my startled reaction, he gave a gentle and quiet laugh, his calm, deep voice resonating within the stillness around me. “I apologize if I frightened you. I assumed you knew someone else would be in here since the light was on.”

The handsome man glanced up at me from his seat and I was a bit tongue tied before finding my words. “Sorry sir, I wasn’t really thinking straight. I…I just needed to get away for a minute,” I said shakily.

He gave a smile and motioned towards the seat across from him, “Well, why don’t you come and sit down,” he said before smiling even more, “I’ve been told I’m an excellent listener.”

I hesitated for a moment, not wanting to interrupt his peace and quiet, but I figured since he’d asked it was okay. I sat down across from him and sunk deeper into the cushy, leather chair.

“Ha! Most guys your age would have protested a bit, but I’m glad you accepted. Now, what seems to be the problem?” he asked, turning towards the table beside him. I watched as he lit up a large cigar, taking a deep breath before blowing out the smoke towards me. I gave a slight cough, not expecting it, before he spoke up.

“I hope you don’t mind, I find these to be a bit calming,” he said, before taking another long drag and very blatantly blowing the smoke towards me again.

I gave a slight shiver, as the warmth of the smoke and his breath ran up the exposed skin on my arms and face. My reaction elicited a wide grin on Mr. Hill’s face, the cigar wedged between his teeth making the upturn of his mouth even more apparent.

“I…I uh…I’m not sure how much to share exactly,” I said quietly, not quite making eye contact with him.

“Just share what you need to boy, I’m all ears.”

To be honest, I have no idea what exactly made me open up to him. Maybe it was his calm vibe, the hectic night of disappointments, or even just the cigar smoke going to my head, but I let everything out. I told him about graduating and having trouble finding a job that truly meant something to me. I told him about moving back with my friends and feeling like an outsider in the group despite being so close with them just a year ago. I even told him about how I felt about his son, which truly surprised me.

Throughout this whole conversation, he asked a few questions, just filling in the gaps of my story, but he continued to smoke. Every time I glanced up, the burning embers at the end of the cigar caught my eye and it was like I was transfixed, telling this complete stranger all about my troubles. After about ten minutes of talking, I just looked up once more and met the gentle, but stoic face of Mr. Hill as he took another deep inhale.

“Well, I’m sorry about how your friends treated you tonight, especially my son. I know he loves that girl, but still, he should have been kinder to you. If I might ask though, what is it about Sean that you enjoy so much?” he asked, quietly, eyes boring deep into mine.

“Oh, uh, well…” I stumbled on my words once more.

“Spit it out boy, you can say it.”

“Well, he’s very attractive, okay, there! But, he’s also kind and funny and smart. I don’t know…I guess I just liked how he treated me.”

His eyebrow raised up at that point, “Oh? And how exactly do you like to be treated?”

I gave a confused glance at him for a second before responding, “I…I’m not sure. I just liked that he didn’t act weird around me like all the other guys.”

Mr. Hill looked on, continuing our slight stare down. Another hot, smoky cloud gathered around me as he blew, before he leaned a bit forward in his chair and ever so quietly spoke up. “No. That’s not it.”

I sat there stunned for a second. “Excuse me?”

“Boy, you didn’t care about the way he treated you. You liked the idea that he might have found you desirable. You liked the feeling that someone wanted you, even though it was all in your head,” he said, matter of factly, before leaning back in his chair once more.

In a huff of indignation, I rose from my chair and looked down at him, “That’s not true. I liked how he didn’t treat me like a… like a thing like everyone else does!” I said, nearly shouting at him.

He slowly rose from his chair, gently placing the still burning cigar on tray nearby. I took a half a step back as I truly took in Mr. Hill for the first time. He was far taller than my 5’7” frame, easily 6 and a half feet tall, but he was also much wider than me. Unlike Sean, who was all lean and muscled, his father was built thick and rotund. His barrel chest filled out his robe well and his arms and legs were easily twice as large as mine. He was a true vision of masculinity and he now towered over me.

“I think you’re lying boy. It wasn’t that you disliked being treated like a thing, it was just the fact that you wanted a specific person to treat you like a thing,” he said, eyes locked on mine below him.

I could feel my body trembling as he glowered down at me. Not out of fear, but out of something far more exciting.

“It’s okay to feel like that boy. That’s normal for guys like you.” He said, reaching down and putting a hand to my face. He gently traced a finger down my cheek before whispering, “Say it. Tell me what you want, boy.”

I was still trembling, and his fand on my face made things so much worse. I was struggling, wanting to speak up, but still not ready to admit it.

“Come on boy, I know you have it in you.”

Ever so quietly, I responded. “I wanted to be his…”

Mr. Hill’s grin grew wider, “I’m sorry boy, I couldn’t catch that.”

Digging down deep inside, I steeled my resolve and stopped the shaking. I was tired of not getting what I truly wanted. I reached up my hand and grabbed his as it rested on my cheek, my eyes meeting his in a direct challenge. “I said I wanted to be his, but now I think I want to be someone else’s.”

He looked shocked for a split second before replacing the expression with a big smirk. “Good boy,” he said, as his other hand reached down to the belt on his robe, “but how about you show me how much you want it. I’m tired of talk.” The front of his flannel robe opened and I gasped at the view before me. He was shirtless underneath, his upper chest covered in dark hair that just added to his deeply masculine presence. My eyes traveled lower, following a thick treasure trail down his stomach and into the pair of bulging white briefs he wore, the front of which seemed to have developed a growing wet spot from his obvious excitement.

I knew what I wanted and as I sank to my knees, I reached up to my own shirt to take it off, but Mr. Hill stopped me, his large, mitt like hand coiling around my wrist. “No, boy. Not tonight.”

I’m not sure why, but his demands went straight to my cock, and sent pulses of excitement through my already rock hard dick currently trapped in my shorts. I liked him taking control and for some reason it was exciting to still be in my clothes while it happened. As I sat on my knees, I leaned forward to get closer to his cock, but he grabbed the back of my head and quickly shoved my face in to the large bulge at the front of his briefs. I gave a loud moan at the sudden warmth on my face and there was a deep groan of pleasure from above me.

“Fuck yeah boy, I want you to take a deep breath. See what a real man smells like.”

And I obeyed. It wasn’t exactly hard to do, considering my nose was shoved directly into his crotch, but it surprised me how much I enjoyed his scent. He had a deep musky smell to him, a mix of sweat from a day of work and a deep, rich cologne he must have sprayed on earlier in the day. I got lost in the feelings around me and as I continued to breathe him in, I started to kiss the front pouch of his underwear. Spurred on by even more groans from him, I continued my onslaught and started to suck on his cock through the fabric, my tongue getting tantalizing tastes of what awaited me with the real thing.

However, I was quickly cut off from that, as Mr. Hill pulled me head away from his crotch by my hair. His grip wasn’t painful, but it was firm as he growled down at me, “Boy, I don’t remember giving you permission to kiss my cock yet. Do you?”

I was a bit thrown by this as I figured he enjoyed the sensations based on the loud moans of pleasure, but I replied, “No sir, you didn’t.”

“That’s what I thought too, boy. But what to do for a punishment, hmm?” he said more to himself, as he let go of my hair and stepped away. I watched as he sauntered back towards his chair and sat down, throwing open his robe even more as he went, before beckoning me over. I made to stand up, placing my hands on the ground about to push my weight from the floor, before I thought better of it and waddled over to him, still on my knees. I knew I’d done well from the beaming smile on his face.

“Good boy, now come here. Press your face to the floor and push your ass up, arch your back as you go.” He spoke with such an intensity that I didn’t dare stray from his commands, not that I’d want to anyway. I knew what was coming, and I closed my eyes waiting for the inevitable sting, but it didn’t come. Mr. Hill placed his meaty hand across the fabric of my shorts and rubbed small circle across my ass. Even through the material of my shorts and underwear, I trembled with excitement as this sexy man was playing very close to my hole, and I moaned deeply into the carpet below me. Closing my eyes in bliss, I sank into the feeling before I was torn away with a hearty slap to my left cheek.

I gave a slight yelp and felt the force of the blow shift my whole body forward a bit, but that didn’t stop him from continuing the process on the right cheek. I was more prepared this time and held my tongue as I felt a number of slaps strike my ass, the odd sense of pain from the stinging numbness that was quickly setting in mixed with the pleasure of Mr. Hill’s hands on me. It was never enough to bring tears to my eyes or cause me to truly cry out for him to stop, but after several minutes of this, I felt him begin rubbing those small circles across my cheeks once more, mixed with breaths of hot hair as he blew his steamy cigar smoke across my backside.

“Sit up, boy,” he called to me from up above. I slowly made my way back to my knees, the pressure from holding the position for so long evident in my slow, jerky movements. I felt him reach down and with seemingly little effort, he lifted me from the floor and on to his lap, my legs straddling his thighs before I wrapped them around his back. I could feel his hard cock twitching through his underwear as it made contact with my covered ass. He gave a single thrust upwards and I moaned deeply, but I was still sore from the spanking, and my face fell forward into the crook of his neck. I expected him to pull away, but I soon gave a gentle whimper as I felt him nuzzle the side of my face.

“Fuck, you really were a good boy, huh? Was that your first time doing something like this, baby?” he asked, the words soft and gentle, right next to my ear.

“Yes sir,” I answered in a breathy whisper. I was still gently moaning into his shoulder as he began to gently squeeze and rub his hands over my ass cheeks, all while continuing to kiss my neck. The scratch of his thick mustache felt amazing against my overly sensitive skin, but I felt him lighten up and pull away. I leaned back and met his gaze.

“Well, I must admit, you were quite good for a beginner, but tell me: do you want to do more with me, or are you still holding out for my son?” he asked, his eyes piercing through me, as if he could already see the answer.

“I want more of you sir, if you’ll have me.”

That same grin played over his features once more, “Good boy,” he said, before clearing his throat gently, “but unfortunately, I have an early morning, so we shall have to cut this short.” He gave two gentle slaps to my ass and I understood the message, as I detached myself from him and stood up awkwardly from the chair. I must admit, I was surprised by the sudden end to everything as neither one of us really finished, but I continued on, watching as Mr. Hill walked over to another one of the tables in the room and scribbled something on a paper nearby.

“Tomorrow, you will head to this address and be there at 2 o’clock sharp. I expect you to wear something professional and be presentable,” he said, placing the small slip of paper in my hand before he reached down and firmly grasped my still hard cock through my shorts. I gave a yelp of surprise, while he just chuckled. “And perhaps we can take care of this more, but for now, I must wish you a good night,” he said, before pulling me closer by tugging on my hard on. He whispered in my ear one last time, “You might want to wait a second before heading down to the party. I don’t want anyone else to see what is mine. And I must ask one last thing of you,” he said, as he gently stroked me through my shorts. I was trembling from the unexpected pleasure and nearly shot my load into my underwear as he continued. “Do not cum before we meet again tomorrow. Believe me, I will know.”

And with that, he let go of me and strode out of the library, the door swinging closed behind him as he went. I stood there for a moment, the pressure in my cock pulsing with each heartbeat and I had to steady myself as the pleasure coursing through me hadn’t fully subsided. I stood there, with the only thought on my mind being how I was going to make it to tomorrow without thinking of what awaited me with Mr. Hill.