In the mid 1970s, I was a 20 year old self-professed straight man, relatively attractive, 6-3 200 pounds with blonde hair and a fit body. With average endowment, I was a sexually inexperienced, somewhat naïve. Pussy hunting was not a priority for me. I worked odd jobs and attended college. I lived alone in a tiny apartment.
I responded to a classified ad for employment and was granted an interview, I prepared myself as best as possible keeping in mind that the wardrobe of a person of my meager means often could be described as shabby. I showed up for my interview with the owner (Steve) who sized me up and then after a few basic questions, asked me if we could finish the interview at his home. I agreed and off we went. Steve was an attractive, confident, well put together male in his late 40s, with a similar body type to mine. We shared some small talk on the short drive to his home, a luxurious house in a wealthy neighborhood near LA. As we entered his home, he continued to size me up and out of the blue decided my wardrobe could use some help, so he suggested I try on some of his clothing as we were essentially the same size. He selected a pair of pants and a shirt and showed me to a room where I could try on the clothing. I proceed to undress as modestly as possible but he never took his eyes off me. As I proceeded to put on the pants with my briefs on. he said “I never wear underwear with those pants; they have a liner. Somewhat confused and embarrassed, I turned my back, removed my underwear, and put on the pants and shirt under his watchful eye. He complimented me on my appearance. I turned around to change clothes with him staring at my cock, as he commented on my shyness.
We talked some more about the job, and my jaw dropped when he said “this job requires commitment, cock balls and all.” He then touched my ass and cupped my dick with his hand. My limp dick came alive, but I endeavored to hide my excitement as much as possible. He then gave me a tour of the house including the outdoor pool. He suggested we go for a swim, to which I responded I didn’t bring a swimsuit. He said he had one I could wear so I agreed. He handed me a skimpy speedo suit that fit me well, maybe too well. His gaze never left my semi erect 6” cock as I squeezed into the suit. He seemed a little disappointed at my size, but that didn’t keep him devouring it later. He continued to stare at my expanding bulge, gave it a little rub, and retreated inside to put on his swimsuit. Steve’s swimsuit was just as skimpy as mine. I couldn’t take my eyes off his handsome tanned body and impressive bulge. He could see me eyeballing his body, especially his cock and we exchanged complimentary words and glances. By this time my cock was fully at attention as we walked to the pool for a dip. We splashed around a little and rubbed each other’s bodies with special attention to our speedo bulges. He reached into my suit and caressed my cock and it took all my determination to keep from exploding. The best was yet to come. We toweled each other off and proceeded to a bedroom for the next scene.
We removed our suits and my eyes were laser focused on his tanned body and beautiful cock. It was a little bigger than mine with an impressive head and nice balls. As we fondled each other, we walked to the bed. We exchanged kisses and after some passionate stroking and oral sex we both spurted our loads. Then it was off to a shared shower for more fun.
We dressed silently and on the ride back to Steve’s office it was as though the preceding events never happened. We bade farewell with assurances from Steve would call me with his decision about hiring me.
I didn’t get the job, but I’ll never forget the interview. Ironically, a few years later a friend of mine told me he applied for a similar job with Steve but didn’t complete the interview. I never divulged the details of my interview with Steve.
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