Now that you are finished with college and have your degree, it’s time to be a full-time adult. Don’t let that scare you, it’s not as bad as it sounds. You can still have fun, remember what I told you about taking life to seriously. It may seem like you won’t have time to have any fun, but you just have to make the time. Remember, make memories and not just money. I know it takes money to make some of those memories, but some of your best memories will be the free ones.
Don’t worry that you don’t get the first job you apply for, because you won’t. Just know that you will get a job, and you will learn more from that job than you did in all four years you spent in college, and not just about business. When someone steps on you to get ahead, just get back up and dust yourself off. Keep your head up and don’t stoop to their level…
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I sighed as I opened the second rejection letter that arrived in my mail today. Both interviews that I had the week after graduation had gone well, at least I thought they did. I guess someone else interviewed better than I did. That was what dad told anyway, right after he told me not to get discouraged.
It was hard though, I just knew I was going to end up wearing a paper hat and asking, “Do you want fries with that?” At least I still had my job at Home Depot, they were letting me have all the hours I wanted for the summer. My supervisor knew I would be leaving as soon as I landed a job, Of course the way things were going that could be months or even years from now.
Nate and I had already told our landlord that we would be moving out soon. Nate was going to move in with his girlfriend, and I was looking for a place of my own. I was hoping to have a job first, just so I would know how much I could afford.
After ten more resumes, three more interviews and two weeks, I finally had a job offer. The pay was okay for an entry level position, and it was fairly close to the apartment that I had found. Dad borrowed a truck from the elevator so he and mom could bring down some secondhand furniture and helped me move my bed into my new place. They arrived on Saturday morning and left after they took me out for dinner that night. I spent all day Sunday setting my apartment up and getting ready to start my new job on Monday morning.
The company that hired me was a large national corporation. They started back in the 1920s making soap and cleaning products. By the 1960s, they began to buy up smaller competitors and then moved on to completely unrelated companies. By the end of July 1989, when I started working for them, they sold everything from soap to dog food. In the last five years they have moved into electronics and their latest addition to their holdings was a small appliance company. They made toasters, blenders and electric skillets, that sort of thing.
That is why I was hired; I was going to be part of a new team to work on cost accounting for new products. Basically, my team would take all information that the engineers gave us, and we would figure out how much it would cost to make the product. We would then give that information to the sales and marketing team, and they would decide if they could sell the item at a price that would make the company some money. If it was too expensive, we would send it back to engineering to see if they could find a way to make it at a lower cost. We would repeat this process until we arrived at an acceptable price or determined that it wasn’t feasible. We would then proceed or scrap the project and move on to the next.
On my first day, I was introduced to my team leader, Paul. He was promoted to team leader when the new team was formed. There were three others on my team, Amy, Wendy and Rusty. Like me, they had also just graduated from college, and we were all hired to form this new team.
I knew Amy and Wendy from some of my classes, we even worked on a couple of class projects together. I wouldn’t say we were friends, but they always did their share of the project and did it well. They were nice girls and I was confident that we could work together.
Rusty had just moved to town after he graduated from another college. My first impression was that he was a bit cocky. He sort of had the same attitude that Heath had when I first met him. I guess we will have to see how things go, but I think I should proceed with caution as far as Rusty goes.
I stepped off the elevator on the third floor to see a large room filled with cubicles. It was very typical of corporate offices in the late 1980s and early 1990s. There were large cubicles that lined all four walls, with four smaller cubicles inside those larger ones. Each had four desks with a table and chairs in the center for team meetings. At the end of the desks in the large cube was a glass wall with a door to the office that the team leader would occupy.
In the center of the outer room were two large rooms surrounded by glass walls. One of those rooms was a conference room, the other was a break room. The others that rode the elevator with me quickly scattered, heading for their workstation. Wendy, who had joined me in the elevator, and I both stood there looking around, not sure where to go.
Thankfully, Paul walked around the corner with a smile on his face. I met Paul during my last interview, so I was glad to see a familiar face. As he was shaking mine and Wendy’s hands, Amy walked out of the elevator followed by the man that was introduced as Rusty.
Paul led us to our teams cubicle and told us to take whichever desk we wanted. I thought Rusty was going to knock Amy over as he raced to the desk that was just outside Paul’s door. Amy smiled as we both rolled our eyes. Rusty was already doing all he could to kiss the boss’s ass.
We all had a new computer sitting on our desk with an amber curser on the screen just blinking at us. We spent the next two weeks training, learning what we needed to type at that curser. The first thing we were taught was how to use a fairly new program called Excel. It is a spreadsheet that consists of endless rows and columns. We would use this to put all the numbers that would determine the cost of the product we were working on. We quickly learned the main commands, control S for save, control P for print. There was a command for every operation that we needed to do, thankfully, we were given cheat sheets. By the end of our first project, we were all referring to those cheat sheets less and less. We were also trained on an internal messaging system. We could send messages back and forth to all our team members.
It didn’t take long for us to get into our groove and for the most part, we were all getting along fine. Rusty would always try to claim more credit than he was due, but Paul would always say that we succeeded as a team or we failed at as a team. That still didn’t stop Rusty from sucking up to Paul every chance he got.
As is the case with most coworkers, we were sharing bits and pieces of our personal lives with each other. Both Wendy and Amy talked about what they had done with their boyfriends over the weekend. Rusty would also talk about his girlfriend and Paul, and his wife were expecting their first child. I would sit quietly, not adding much to the conversations. They all knew I was gay, but I didn’t want to make anyone uncomfortable by talking about my dates with other guys.
Of course, I wasn’t exactly setting the world on fire with my love life. I’ve had some dates, but nothing serious had really developed. To be honest, I wasn’t overly optimistic that I would be finding that special person anytime soon. Mom and dad simply kept assuring me that when the time was right, it would happen.
I was still getting together with some of my college workout buddies, at least those that had not moved out of town. Wade got a job in another city and moved away shortly after graduation. The last I heard, he had met a girl, and I think they had even moved in together. I was happy for him.
Everyone keeps telling me that time moves faster the older you get, I am starting to believe it. Before I knew it, I had been at my job for over three years.
We had about two weeks left on our current project as we all arrived at the office on Monday morning.
Amy smiled, “Good morning Jack, did you do anything exciting this weekend?”
I returned her smile, “Nope, you know I have no social life.” We shared a little laugh. I asked, “What about you?”
She held up her left hand, “Kind of, Joel gave me this little piece of jewelry.”
Wendy jumped and squealed, “That is awesome.” She gave Amy a hug.
I added my congratulations as Rusty walked in. When he asked what was going on, Amy updated him on her good news.
He shrugged, “At least I won’t have to worry about that anymore.”
I asked, “What do you mean?”
Rusty sighed, “My girlfriend broke up with me this weekend, I guess she found someone better.”
I was thinking to myself, that really wasn’t a big surprise, but I put on my supportive coworker face and said, “I’m sorry to hear that, Rusty.”
He said, “Thanks, but life goes on.”
Paul came out of his office, and we had a brief meeting then we all got work on our tasks. He reminded us that our deadline was a week from Friday. From the updates we gave Paul in our meeting, I was confident that we would make it with time to spare.
On Wednesday, Rusty followed me into the breakroom at lunch time. We sat across the table from each other as we started to eat.
He asked, “Do you have any plans for the weekend after our current project is due?”
I thought a moment and said, “Not really. Why, what’s up?”
Rusty said, “I’m going camping and my girlfriend was supposed to go with me. I asked my brother to go after we broke up, but he has to work. I really want to go, but don’t want to go alone. If you wanted to go, I thought it would be fun to spend some time together outside of the office.”
I wasn’t sure what to say, other than stopping by the bar for a beer a few times, Rusty had never expressed any interest in spending time with me.
I said, “I’ll think about it and let you know.”
Rusty told me about the campgrounds and that there was a lake for fishing or swimming. He told me he would bring some beer and there was a place for us grill. To be honest, it kind of sounded like a nice way to spend the weekend. Maybe Rusty breaking up with his girlfriend was a good thing. She might have told him that he was too cocky, and he should try to be a little nicer to people. The next day I told him that I would be happy to go camping with him and each made a list of things that we would bring.
We wrapped up our project on time and Paul even let us leave a little early on that Friday. Rusty and I were both getting excited about leaving for our camping trip the following day. He arrived at my apartment at 7am on Saturday morning and after he helped load my gear in his car, we were off on our two-hour drive.
Neither of us a brought up the fact that I was gay, but Rusty assured me that his four-man tent was all we needed, I didn’t need to bring my own tent. Once we arrived, we set up the tent and unloaded all of our gear. We spent the morning fishing from the shore, then made some sandwiches for lunch.
After we ate, we fished for another couple of hours. In the summer heat, we both removed our shirts and were both sitting with our bare feet in the water. We also broke out the beer to enjoy while we fished.
We had not gotten any bites all day, so we decided to put the poles away and go swimming. We stepped into the tent to change into our swimming trunks. I considered stepping out to give Rusty a little privacy, but before I could act, he was already dropping his shorts. He turned and bent down to get his suit from his bag; his bare ass was in full view. And it was a very nice ass.
I quickly pulled my suit on, and we went down to the lake for a refreshing swim. I was trying to get the vision of Rusty’s ass out of my head. I was only partially successful; my cock was slightly swollen as I watched Rusty swimming around and the water cascading down his muscular chest.
After about an hour, we left the water and opened another beer as we lay on the shore to let the sun dry us off. After two beers, we went back to our tent and decided to take a quick shower before we made ourselves some dinner. Thankfully, the showers on the campground had induvial stalls.
We grilled some hamburgers and brats and as the sun began to set, we were sitting next to our campfire enjoying another beer. It really turned out to be a nice, relaxing weekend. We drank our final beer as we let the fire burn down, then went to the tent to call it a night. We both stripped to our underwear and lay on top of our sleeping bags. I tried very hard not to stare too much, but Rusty wasn’t shy about putting his body on display.
He was about the same height and weight as me but had bright red hair and the pale skin that most gingers have. I chuckled to myself, his parents must have taken one look at him when he was born and said, “If he is going to be a ginger, we should name him Rusty”. His legs and chest were muscular and virtually hairless. His thick arms were also dotted with many adorable freckles. I was hoping he would turn the lantern off before my cock grew too much more.
Rusty laid back on his sleeping bag, it was still warm enough that neither of us had crawled inside our bags. He asked, “Did you enjoy the day?”
I replied, “Yes, I did. It’s been very relaxing, thanks for inviting me along.”
He leaned up on his elbow and smiled, “You’re welcome. I’m glad you decided to join me.”
I was starting to feel a bit self-conscience as Rusty continued to stare at me. I was afraid that my growing cock was becoming more obvious. I was trying to think of a way to cover myself without drawing attention to the whole situation.
Rusty completely surprised me when he reached over and ran his hand along the ridges on my abs and said, “You have a very nice body.”
I swallowed hard, the tent in my briefs was now fully visible, I stuttered, “Um… Thanks.”
He continued to move his hands up and down my chest and stomach, pausing only when he reached the waistband of my underwear. He looked me in the eye and then pushed his fingers under the elastic and brushed across the head of my precum leaking cock.
He whispered, “Can I see your dick?”
I couldn’t find my words; I simply nodded slightly. Rusty went to his knees and pulled my underwear past my hips, my erection popped out, glad to be free from the cotton restraint. Rusty gave me another look and then ran a single finger up one side of my cock and down the other. He noticed the drop of precum that had escaped my piss slit and scooped it up and then licked his finger clean.
My heart began to beat through my chest as Rusty slowly moved closer to my pole, his mouth opening the closer he got. I gasped when he stuck out his tongue and licked the latest drop of precum from its perch. My eyes rolled back in my head as he wrapped his lips around my shaft and began to suck.
My hands instinctively went to the back of Rusty’s head as he continued to service my member with all the skill of an experienced pro. I’m not sure, but I do think he may have sucked more than one cock in his lifetime.
Rusty kept his lips locked on my manhood as he pushed his underwear off, freeing his own erection. He pivoted until his cock was within reach of my mouth. I licked my lips, happy to return the favor he was doing for me. His precum flowed as I took him into my warm mouth, sending my taste buds to their happy place.
He threw his leg over my head so that we were now in a proper sixty-nine position. His ginger pubes were brushing my chin, and his cum-filled nuts were bouncing off my nose. I was quickly becoming lost in the moment; I was no longer with a coworker that I thought was arrogant. I was sucking the cock of a hot guy and he was sucking mine.
I decided to see just how far Rusty was willing to go. I already had my hands on his firm ass cheeks, so I started to sneak a finger along his ass crack. Rusty offered no resistance, so I pressed on until that finger found Rusty’s pucker. He let out a moan and sat up, pulling his cock from my mouth. He grabbed his cheeks and pulled them apart, giving my an up-close view of the completely hairless, pink, perfect pucker.
I stuck my tongue out and gave it a quick lick, eliciting another moan from Rusty. He spread his cheeks wider and literally sat on my face. That was all I needed to know, Rusty clearly wanted his ass eaten. I was happy to oblige. I sent my tongue into overdrive, doing my best to please him. A huge drop of precum fell on my chest, only confirming that Rusty was liking what I was doing.
Rusty panted, “Oh God.” Followed by a few other obscenities as I continued to work over his hole. After a few more minutes, he quickly stood up and turned around, still standing over me.
He started to squat back down and said, “I need you to fuck me.”
I asked, “Are you sure?”
He nodded as I reached for my bag. I wasn’t planning on this happening, but a gay guy in his mid-twenties never packs a bag without throwing condoms and lube in. Rusty rolled the rubber on me and coated my dick and his hole with lube. He was soon squatting down again. I grabbed his hips as I watched my cock disappear into that ginger hole.
Rusty again let more obscenities fly as he began to ride me for all he was worth. He was like a man possessed, I had to tighten my grip on his hips just to slow him down a bit, he was crushing my nuts. He took the hint and we were soon into a good rhythm. From the look on his face, we were now at the same level of pleasure.
I felt my seed start to beg for release, Rusty panted, “I’m getting close.”
That was all I needed to hear, I pushed in as far as I could and started to fill my condom. I must have hit Rusty’s sweet spot; he didn’t even give his cock one stroke before he was unloading all over my stomach and chest. One rope of his cum even landed on my lips.
He stayed impaled on my cock as he slowly opened his eyes and looked down at me. He let out a breath as he saw his cum all over me. He reached down and scooped up a load with his finger and brought it to my lips to add to the cum that was already there. I responded by grabbing his neck and pulling him down for a kiss, so he could taste his own cum. He tried to pull away, but I held him tight until we both swallowed his cum.
When I let him go, he said, “I don’t usually kiss.”
I chuckled, “Well, you did tonight. Besides, I like to share, I didn’t want to hog all of your cum.”
We went to take another quick shower and returned to the tent. This time Rusty turned the lantern off as soon as we were in our bags. I tossed and turned all night trying to wrap my head around everything that had just happened.
I didn’t have anything to feel guilty about, after all, Rusty was the one that started everything. He was the one that wanted to be fucked. Then it hit me, did he say that he usually didn’t kiss? That means that I was right in my assumption that Rusty had done this before. Did he actually have a girlfriend? We didn’t spend much time outside of work together, but I had never met her. I have met Wendy and Amy’s boyfriends several times when we went for drinks after work.
I decided that it didn’t really matter, I knew I didn’t want anything to come of this anyway. I could never see myself with someone like Rusty, we were simply too different.
We woke up the next morning, neither of us bringing up what happened last night. After some breakfast, we fished for a couple of hours and then packed up to go home. The ride home was quiet, but I was okay with that, even though I had some questions for Rusty. I knew he didn’t want to discuss it.
I put everything out of my mind after Rusty dropped me off at my apartment. I put my gear away and got ready for work on Monday. I had nothing to be ashamed of; I just hope that things won’t be too awkward tomorrow.
I got to work the next day; Rusty was already at his desk.
Wendy asked, “How was your weekend, Jack?”
I smiled, “It was very relaxing.” Rusty still had not even looked at me.
Amy said, “That’s right, I was your big camping trip. Did you have a good time, Rusty?”
He just nodded, “Yep, it was fine.”
I just shrugged as Wendy and Amy both looked at me. I wasn’t going to say anything about what we did, other than to tell them that we didn’t catch any fish. Paul came out of his office and gave us our next project to work on.
We all went to work; Rusty still did not talk to me unless it was related to the project. Over the next three weeks it became clear that Rusty’s head was not in the game. I got him alone and told him that he doesn’t need to worry, I wouldn’t tell anyone what happened on our trip. I don’t think it helped.
The deadline for our new project was quickly approaching, and it looked like we weren’t going to be ready. Paul called a team meeting to tell us we all needed to get our act together. Wendy, Amy and I all had our portion done, it was Rusty that was holding us up. Of course, Paul didn’t see that, because Rusty was his star employee. Rusty had convinced Paul that he was doing all the work, even if that wasn’t exactly the truth.
After that meeting, I came back from lunch and saw Rusty in Paul’s office. Of course, this wasn’t all that unusual, but this time it felt a bit different. As soon as Rusty went back to his desk, Paul called me into his office, asking me to close the door behind me.
A minute later, I was told that I was not a team player and that I was the reason we were going to miss our deadline. I wasn’t even given the opportunity to present my case. Paul told me I had 10 minutes to gather any personal items, and security would be up to escort me out of the building.
I just turned and stormed out of Paul’s office; Rusty wouldn’t even look up from his computer screen. I put the few personal items I had in my bag and turned to Amy and Wendy, they were both looking at me trying to figure out what was going on.
I said, “It’s been great working with you guys, but that son of a bitch just got me fired,” I pointed at Rusty.
He said, “I just told him the truth.”
I laughed, “Your version of the truth, and we all know how accurate that is.” Just as Paul stood to come out to stop me, I saw security walk in.
I smiled, “Hey guys, don’t worry, I’m ready to go.” I turned back to Rusty, “I hope Paul likes your head up his ass as much you liked my dick up yours on that camping trip.”
His face turned as red as his hair as Wendy and Amy burst out laughing and the security guys followed me to my car.
As we got to my car, one of the security guards started laughing, “I have no idea what led up to you being let go, and it’s none of my business, but that was the most epic exit that I have ever seen.”
The other guard chuckled, “Yeah, and we’ve seen some good ones.”
I smiled as I got in my car, the first guard said, “Good luck.”
I waved as I drove away.
***
…I know you may not believe me now, but this is the best thing to happen to you in a long time. You will find a better job, and you may also find something that you have been looking for since you graduated from college.
You were right about Rusty; he was so deep in the closet that a pair of bell-bottom jeans and a tie-died shirt was hanging in front of him. He never had a girlfriend, and his lies would all be exposed very soon. About a month after you were fired, it became clear to everyone, even Paul, that you, Amy and Wendy were doing all the work. Rusty was so good at getting others to do his job, even you and the girls didn’t realize you were doing everything.
When your replacement asked for a transfer after two weeks and Paul finally had to fire Rusty, he was called into the department head’s office. He was told that he no longer had any control over his team and was demoted and sent to join another team. He chose to resign instead; I have never heard where he went after that. I did hear that Rusty moved back to his hometown to work for his dad.
After he learned the truth, the department head called you and offered you Paul’s job. You had just started your new job and told him you weren’t interested. He also asked you about Amy and Wendy, you told him the truth and that they both were very good at their jobs, Rusty was the weak link. Your recommendation led to Wendy being hired as Paul’s replacement and Amy would get her own team a few months later.
You will like your new job and new direction that your life is about to take.
To be Continued…
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