Ups and Downs

Second Interview

“Well, Joe, it seems that you have been adjusting to your new environment rather well,” Mr. Block flashed just the hint of a smile.

“It’s a nice place you have here.” It was a totally stupid remark, but I couldn’t think of anything else to say. I was caught between feelings of pride, embarrassment, hope, anxiety, uncertainty, and fear of rejection. Are you going to offer me a job or not?

“As you know, Joe, Rafael graduated from San Diego State this past spring and is moving on in his career. He has accepted a very promising position in Spain.”

“Spain? Wow! I knew he was going places, but I didn’t know he was going that far.”

Mr. Block and Woody both tried to suppress their giggles.

“Yes, his grandparents came to this country from Sitges, a small town about 35 kilometers south of Barcelona, so Rafael grew up speaking not only English, but also Catalan, Mexican Spanish and Castilian Spanish.”

“I’ve read about Sitges. Isn’t that a popular gay resort?”

“Yes. In fact, a major hotel chain has decided to build a gay-friendly hotel and a smaller gay resort hotel there, and when they offered Rafael a management training position, he jumped at the chance.”

“That’s fantastic!” I exclaimed. “It sounds like a great opportunity for him, and I know he will do very well in that job. He’s a natural.”

“Indeed. He has been a tremendous asset to us. We are sad to see him leave, but we are thrilled for him at the same time. Now,” he continued after a significant pause, “we are left with the task of finding a replacement for him. This is not a cushy job, Joe. Rafael has left big shoes to fill.”

“I understand.”

“As you know, Kim is primarily responsible for our kitchens. He not only cooks our daily meals, but he has taken the lead in coordinating parties, banquets, and other social events we host. Ron mostly takes care of the housekeeping, and Rafael was our chief groundskeeper and chauffeur. He has looked after the lawns and gardens, the pool and spa, and also our vehicles. In addition to looking after their cleaning and maintenance, he is also our main driver.

“These chores are not exclusive. Each employee is expected to learn all of the tasks because someone has to cook on Kim’s days off, someone has to keep the house clean when Ron is off, and someone has to fill in for Rafael when he is off.

“I understand that in your work at the hardware stores, you had to be at least somewhat familiar with the lawn and garden tools, automotive parts, pool supplies, and much more. That is why we thought you might be a good replacement for Rafael.”

“I am flattered, sir.”

“It’s not flattery, Joe. If you feel that you are up to the challenge, the job is yours, but you will have to prove to us that you are worthy of this responsibility. You will be on probation for three months, and then we will decide whether or not to make your employment permanent.”

“I am flatt…uh…thank you for your confidence in me. I will not let you down.”

“Good. Now Woody will go over all the details of your employment.” And with that, he rose to shake my hand. “Welcome aboard, Joe.”

“With me,” Woody snapped, almost like a drill sergeant, as he led me through the alcove and into his own office, which was almost identical to Mr. Block’s except for some of the furnishings and accessories. Just like everywhere else in the house, the walls were adorned with homoerotic paintings and drawings from the top people in the field, including at least one by Paul Cadmus.

Woody spent about an hour with me going over the paperwork and more details of my responsibilities. “Rafael has about one more month with us. During that time, you will mostly shadow him as he shows you the ropes, but you will also spend some time with Kim and Ron learning the nuts and bolts of their jobs. And,” he added, somewhat to my surprise, “I want you to spend some time with me as well. I could use some help with some administrative tasks, and with your experience working in the hardware store, I think you might be able to help. We’ll see.”

The prospect of working closely with Woody sent erotic shocks up and down my spine. The guy was so fucking hot, I just hoped I could keep my hormones in check…or maybe save them up to use on the other guys.

“Before I turn you over to Rafael, I want you to do something for me. I want you to go up to your room and lay out all of your clothes—all of them—on the bed so I can see what you’ve got. Go, and I’ll be up in about fifteen minutes. It seemed like an odd request, but Woody always seemed to know what he was doing, so I ran up to my room where I found Raphael waiting for me.

"Woody wants me to lay out my clothes. Wanna give me a hand?”

“Sure.” Then, seeing the puzzlement on my face, he added, “Woody does that with all the new guys. It’s a good thing. You’ll see.”

Sure enough, Woody appeared in about fifteen minutes, scanned the clothes I had laid out—pants, shirts, underwear, socks, everything—picked up a few things to examine them more closely, put them back, nodded to Rafael, and left without saying a word.

“OK, grunt, your ass is now mine,” Rafael mocked. “Let’s get your clothes put away, and I’ll start your training.”

As we walked down the stairs, Rafael said, “There’s one spot we didn’t cover on your tour yesterday,” and with that he led me to the eight-car garage.

“Wow! These are all Mr. Block’s?” I asked, somewhat ridiculously. Of course, they’re his, Professor Tesla. Who else’s would they be?

In addition to the Porsche Panamera that Rafael had picked us up in at the airport, there was a Lincoln Navigator, a Jaguar convertible, a Cadillac Escalade limousine, a Ford F-150 pickup, and three Lexus RX hybrid SUVs.

“The Jag is off limits,” Rafael instructed. “Nobody touches that but Woody. Of course, Mr. Block could if he wanted to, but he never does. Only Woody drives it, but if you’re very lucky, he might let you ride in it sometime. The Porsche is mostly for chauffeuring the bosses wherever they want to go. The pickup, of course, is good for hauling supplies. The Navigator and the limo are used mostly when we have to transport large numbers of people, and the Lexus SUVs are for local driving. We use those when we have to run to the store, for example. You can also use them for personal stuff as long as you clear it with Woody first.”

Jeezus! I think I’m really gonna like working here.

Actually, the Escalade limo was the only vehicle not parked in the garage. It was parked in the driveway where it was being detailed by a couple of guys wearing nothing but tidy whities, which were virtually transparent after being soaked in water.

“You and I are responsible for keeping the vehicles clean and in good running condition,” explained Rafael, “but once you know the procedures, you can tap any of the guys lying around to do the grunt work while you supervise. Mr. Block says it’s good for us to take on leadership responsibilities.”

At that point, I confided in Rafael my secret wish to have sex in the Mercedes that took Woody and me from the Atlanta hotel to the airport. “Well, I can’t give you Woody,” chuckled Rafael, “but I can sort of make your wish come true.” When I displayed a quizzical look, Rafael simply nodded toward the two young men in the nearly transparent tidy whities.

“I appreciate the thought,” I assured him, “but after last night, I don’t think I can—”

“I know your ass is sore,” acknowledged Rafael, “and maybe your mouth too, but they didn’t wear out your dick, did they?”

“Well, not completely, but—”

“Then you’ve got nothing to worry about. They’re both bottoms. Power bottoms,” he emphasized, “so all you have to do is lie back and let them do all the work.”

And that’s exactly what we did. After some perfunctory introductions—Davey and Zac—the four of us climbed into the back of the limousine. Rafael sat facing forward, and I sat facing to the rear—both of us sliding down to the edge of our seats, offering ourselves to the would-be conquerers. The guys pulled off our shorts and then their own underwear, sucked our cocks until we were good and hard, and then impaled themselves on our sabers.

Raphael was right. They were power bottoms. Naturally, I wanted to pump my little boy toy hard, but I decided to save my energy because he pumped hard enough for both of us.

They were power talkers too. They moaned and groaned from start to finish, and they kept saying things like, “Oh, man, you’re so fucking hard. What a fabulous hard cock you’ve got. Jeez, with balls like that, I bet you gush like a fire hydrant.” And facing each other, they talked to each other too. “Oh, fuck, Zac, you’ve got a real stallion there. I can’t believe you can take that whole horse cock up your ass. Damn, I love watching you bounce up and down on that fucking pole. That is so fucking hot, man.”

While they bounced on our cocks, they pumped their own dicks vigorously. “Oh fuck, man. I’m gonna fucking come. Ah…ah…ah…oh shit!” When they shot volley after volley of man juice across to the facing seat, I thought, “If they just cleaned this thing, they’re gonna have to start all over again.” I guess it’s a good thing the seats were leather and not cloth.

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” screamed Rafael, and come he did. He shot so much liquid seed up Davey’s ass that when the guy finally got up, white cream flowed out of his ass, coating Rafael’s still-stiff poker.

The sight of that white lava flow ignited my own orgasm. I thought I would never stop filling Zac’s guts with my man cream, and the same thing happened. When he rose up from my dick, my juices flowed back onto my cock.

Nothing to worry about, though. The guys switched places, and Davey slurped up my pudding while Zac gobbled up Rafael’s. It was so hot watching them kiss and swap our cum back and forth. Of course, some dribbled down onto the floorboard of the limo—more work for these guys, but they didn’t seem to mind at all. I wouldn’t be at all surprised if they volunteered regularly for car-washing duty. I wonder if Mr. Block and Woody ever fuck guys in here.

That thought got me hard again instantly, which led Davey and Zac to attack my dick with a vengeance. It was like they were competing with each other to see who could siphon the most batter out of my ball tank. Those boys alternated between sucking my cock and tongue fucking me with deep kisses. I could taste the residue of cum—Rafael’s and mine—on their tongues, and some even dribbled down my chin. Just when I blasted my second load, the limo door swung open, and there stood Woody.

To be continued..