The Internship

It was interview day and I was late. As I ran past St Paul’s Cathedral, its pillars and domes looming ominously over me, I wondered what had possessed me to go to a house party the night before my interview - and further still, why I had thought it smart to drunkenly hook up with a stranger in the bathroom. It was just making out and a blowjob, and he was super fucking hot, but now that I was this late, and terrified that my breath smelt like tequila and dick, I knew it had been a mistake. 

Somehow, I arrived in the lobby of Goldsmith and Fyne with 4 minutes to spare. I made myself known to the receptionist and then popped to the bathroom to straighten myself up. As I stared in the mirror, I was pleasantly surprised to see that my hair still looked artistically styled and not like I’d just run a mile. My suit was a little wrinkled, so I tucked my barely fitting shirt back in and hoped I’d cool down enough to not need to take my jacket off. In fact, I thought I looked pretty good. Strawberry Blonde, clear skin, tight twinky body with just that beginning of muscle. Not to mention a great bubble butt (not that this was a date, it was an interview. But still… couldn’t hurt to look my best).

As I emerged from the bathroom, the receptionist called for me.

“Sebastian Gower, you can go on up. 14th floor. Room 1403.”

This was it, my chance to start my post-uni life off right. I was 21, a week away from graduating, and this was the final stage interview to intern with one of the best PR firms in London. A year here and I would be set for life. Don’t fuck this up, I whispered as the lift climbed higher and higher. Don’t fuck this up.

The doors opened onto something akin to a scene from The Devil wears Prada. There were gorgeous men and women of all ages flitting around like they were all a month past deadline. There was enough going on that I could have stood and watched for hours, but I didn’t want to be late again, so I turned down the hall in search of room 1403.

As I was about to knock on the door, a trio of men walked past me and I could have sworn at least two of them were checking me out. I mean, I’m cute, but I’m basically a boy. These were hot men. Suited and styled to perfection, stubble and hair aloof and manly. Then my stomach dropped. The one in the middle winked at me and I realised I had seen him before. The night before, in fact. He was even more handsome in daylight and when I wasn’t on my knees. But it was definitely him, the guy I had blown at the party. He had shoulder length brown curly hair and a tight cropped beard. I almost licked my lips as I stared at him, I opened my mouth to say hello just as the door in front of me opened.

“Sebastian? I’m David, we spoke on the phone. Come on in.”

We sat down opposite each other and he offered me some water and a coffee, both of which I accepted.

“No need to be nervous.” He said kindly

“Pardon?”

“Nervous,” He repeated. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

I snapped myself out of whatever fluster I was in and turned to face him.

“Sorry, no. I’m fine. It’s just quite the overwhelming operation here.”

“Yes. Fridays are always chaotic. So Let’s get down to the interview, shall we?”

We chatted for over an hour and it became clear that the job was almost certainly mine, though you never can tell with these things. David, who was also rather good looking, about 45 and clearly well-gymned, laughed at all my jokes and seemed impressed by my predicted grades. He kept using the word potential, which made me smile. As we were wrapping up, there was a knock at the door.

“Come in.” David said.

I turned to see the guy from the night before standing in the doorway.

“Maxim, what can i do for you?”

Maxim, whose name I hadn’t asked before I sucked him off, smiled in my direction and simply said,

“Just wanted to catch you before you were done. I met this one earlier… in the lobby… good guy. Definitely Goldsmith and Fyne material, in case you were struggling to make up your mind.”

“Ummm… thanks for that Max. As it happens, I had already made up my mind and was about to offer Mr Gower the internship… before you so kindy interrupted us.”

“Wait, what?” I said, realising what David had just said. “The job is mine?”

“If you want it.” he said, reaching out to shake my hand. “You start next Monday, after you finish Uni classes.”

“Oh my God, yes. Thank you so much.”

“Someone from HR will email across all the paperwork this afternoon. Congratulations. Now, Mr. Rodriguez, perhaps you will escort Mr Gower back down to the lobby.”

I stood and made my way out the door, I couldn’t believe I had done it. And after I’d been thrown off by seeing Maxim too. I was elated.

So much so that I didn’t notice that Maxim and I were suddenly in the lift alone together. He turned to me and smiled. Fuck me, he was gorgeous. His teeth were crystal white and his skin was such a gorgeous olive color. I swallowed hard, trying not to seem nervous. I didn’t know what to say. Then he reached across me and pressed the emergency stop button.

“Look at that, all alone again.” he said as he pushed me back against the wall and kissed my neck.

“Aren’t there cameras?” was all I could think to say.

“Haven’t worked in years. Trust me.”

He pressed his lips against mine and my mouth opened to his touch. I couldn’t believe this was happening. And right after getting the job of my dreams. He reached around and placed his large hand on the small of my back. Pulling away from the kiss he gasped

“That was one epic fucking blowjob you gave me last night. I feel like I should return the favour.”

He reached down and began to undo my belt. I could see the bulge in the front of his trousers and remembered the sheer size of his dick and my mouth began to water. I loved to suck dick. And I loved when a guy came in my mouth, like Max had. But I wasn’t all that keen on getting blown. Just didn’t bother me. I wonder if Max knew this, because he pulled down my trousers, spun me around, got down on his knees, and buried his tongue deep into my pink hole.

“Fuck Look at this twink ass. I would have done this last night if I had known you had such a  gorgeous cunt.”

He dove back in with his tongue, licking and kissing and working his way into my slowly loosening hole. I began to feel lightheaded. I had never been rimmed like this before. He slowly started to dart his tongue into my puckered asshole. I could feel my dick oozing precum and could only imagine what his massive cock must be doing in his suit trousers.

I didn’t have to imagine for long. He stood up and I heard him unzip his trousers behind me. A moment later I felt it smack against my arsecheeks, wet with precum. He pushed me forcefully against the wall of the lift, his dick sliding between my cheeks. My hole was soaked from the rimming I had just received. I wanted it, I needed it. Now.

I reached back and grabbed his dick, feeling its sheer size for the first time since last night. It must have been 9” and girthy as hell. But I wasn’t scared. I was too turned on for that. I guided the head of his dick to my pulsating hole and almost screamed as his head popped past my sphincter muscle and began to slide deeper deeper into me. His chest was now pressed against my back. Maxim pulled my head back and placed a passionate kiss on my lips, grabbed my tie from around my neck like a leash then lent into my ear and whispered.

“You ready, slut?”

He didn’t wait for an answer. He just began to thrust in and out of my twink hole. I kept my back arched like a good boy, I couldn’t help but gasp and moan as he rammed away at me. He was passionate and aggressive, but there was a tenderness too, like he wasn’t just using me, but wanted to pleasure me too. Not all tops were like that. As he pushed into me, I could feel his heavily loaded balls slamming back and forth with every rut.

Suddenly there was a buzz and the intercom in the lift spoke.

“Can’t see any issues on our end. Seems someone accidentally tripped the emergency stop. Hope you’re ok in there. Bringing you down now.”

The lift jerked into motion and I was suddenly terrified as the numbers on the screen began to descend. But Maxim didn’t stop. He only picked up the pace. Thrusting harder and harder, a hand over my mouth so we wouldn’t be heard. I could feel his dick swell and knew he must be close, but we were almost at the ground floor.

Suddenly he pulled out, pulled up my trousers and then his own and tried to conceal his massive erection. We were just finished reorganising ourselves when the doors opened and a technician stood before us.

“Everything ok in there?”

“Perfect” Maxim responded calmly whilst I just stood in silence. “He must have just leant on the button. First day. I’ll make sure to show him the ropes.”

The technician laughed and we walked away from him towards the building exit.

Maxim shook my hand and congratulated me on the job. Then, with my hand still in his, he pulled me closer and whispered once more in my ear.

“I’m barely holding this load back. That boycunt is magic. Text me, new guy.”

As he walked away, I looked down and he had smoothly left a business card in my hand. I looked down and slowly read Maxim Rodriguez, Project manager, Goldsmith and Fyne, with his email and mobile number beneath.

As I walked from the building, I got out my phone and rang my housemates to tell them the good news. About my job, that is. What happened in the elevator was Maxim and I’s little secret… for now...

To be continued.