The Promotion

“Fitz. Hold up,” Dixon said, jogging behind his buddy trying to catch him before he entered the elevator.

Fitz stepped in but turned and held the door open.

“Ride down with me. I have a meeting on 2nd floor in ten minutes,” said Fitz.

“No problem. It’ll only take a minute,” Dixon promised as he entered the elevator. It was just the two of them, so he was happy for that. He didn’t want any other ears to hear this conversation.

Fitz was balancing a stack of files as he hit the 2nd floor button. “What do you need, newbie?” he teased.

“That’s what I need to talk to you about. Dude, I’ve been here for six-months and I’m still in data processing. It’s entry level and I’m over-qualified.”

Fitz smiled and chuckled while watching the numbers descend above the door as the elevator traversed down.

“What? What’s so funny?” asked Dixon.

“I thought you would have figured it out by now.”

“Figured what out?”

“How to get promoted.”

“That’s what I want you to tell me.” Dixon held out his hands in frustration. “I’m doing everything I can. It’s like Douglas doesn’t even notice me.”

The elevator stopped at the second floor. The doors opened and Fitz gestured him to follow him. Dixon followed him into an empty conference room. Fitz was a kiss-ass so he was always early so he could impress Mr. Douglas, their hard-ass boss.

Fitz turned around, shut the door and faced his friend and co-worker. “What I tell you stays right here, you got it? I’m not fucking around. If I tell you, you have to promise to keep your fucking mouth shut.”

Dixon was a little taken aback at the sudden tone change in Fitz. Dixon was relieved that he was about to learn the secret to promotion. Fitz had been working for the company for nine months and seemed to be soaring up the corporate ladder.

“Of course, man. My lips are sealed.”

Even though they were the only two in the room, Fitz started the conversation at a volume just above a whisper,

“Douglas has certain…criteria for promotion.”

“Criteria?” Dixon asked with a confused expression.

Dixon could tell Fitz was nervous as he drew in a deep breath and blew it out, preparing for what he was about to tell Dixon.

“You have to let Douglas blow you.”

Dixon was silent for a few seconds trying to read Fitz’s face, waiting for a punchline of an obvious joke. Then he broke out laughing. “Fuck you, Fitz. Tell me for real.”

Fitz’s face was serious, not even a smile. He put his hand on Dixon’s shoulder. “Dix, I’m not kidding. You have to let Douglas blow you.”

Dixon froze, hoping this was still a joke but Fitz wasn’t showing signs of deception.

“Wha…what?” Dixon stuttered.

“Yeah, Dix. It’s fucking hashtag-me-too all up in here.”

“So, Douglas is…”

“Gay?” Fitz finished Dixon’s question. “I guess.”

“You guess?” Dixon repeated in disbelief. It seemed obvious to him that Mr. Douglas was gay. “Isn’t he fucking married? With kids?”

Fitz shrugged his shoulders and then continued to speak quietly, “Yeah, but I guess maybe he’s bi or something. Maybe in the closet, I don’t know.”

Dixon was speechless. Mr. Douglas did not strike him as the type to suck dick. The guy was a type-A, brutal asshole and pure alpha. In the time Dixon worked there, he never saw the man smile. But Douglas sucking cock? Sure, the guy was handsome, very well quaffed, wore expensive tailor-made suit. For a guy in his late forties, the guy was stacked. The company took over a whole floor in the tower and Douglas put in a top of the line, high-tech gym. It even had a spa. Dixon had seen Douglas working out and knew the guy was ripped and in prime condition. He had the body of a 25-year-old, and he was proud of it. Dixon and Fitz were straight out of college, both 23 years old and still into their college workout routine. The two young co-workers were studs in their own right, but Douglas was definitely the alpha in the building.

Dixon looked into Fitz’s green eyes and decided to ask the question that popped into his head. “So, Douglas blew…you?”

Fitz rolled his eyes. “What do you think? I was like you, stuck at the bottom. Then one of the guys in accounting told me what I needed to do. So, Douglas told me he was going to blow me, I mean, he didn’t ask. You know how he is. He blew me and the next day, I got a pay raise and better office.”

“He gave you a raise? How much?” Dixon asked with large eyes.

Fitz chuckled again, “Ten thou.”

“WHAT THE FUCK? He gave you a ten-thousand raise?” Dixon exclaimed with a flinch.

“Yep,” smiled Fitz. “Listen, if you want move up in the world, you have to do what it takes. If it takes getting a blow job from your asshole boss, you close your eyes and let him suck.”

“So, who else knows about this?”

Fitz laughed loudly before he gave a pat on Dixon’s cheek. “You’re lucky you’re pretty,” he laughed.

“What does that mean,” asked Dixon half offended and half appreciative of being called pretty. Dixon could be a fitness model and actually toyed around with doing it, but it would have conflicted with school and wanted to graduate at the top of his class. He was driven and focused and that’s how he thought he got this job but now he wasn’t so sure.

“Think about everyone in the office. Notice anything?”

Dixon thought for a second assuming it must be an obvious thing. “Um…no women?”

“And?”

Dixon continued to think. “I guess we’re all under 30.”

“And?”

Dixon was getting flustered because he always thought he was very observant. But he couldn’t think of anything else.

Fitz grinned. “Dix, all of us are hot.”

Dixon stopped, confused as he ran through a mental roster of all the guys in the office. Fitz was right. How could he be so dumb. He did notice that all the guys worked out and all were attractive but now he knew about Douglas, this all made sense.

Fitz could see by the look on Dixon’s face that he had finally admitted that he understood the secret.

“Why do you think he put in a gym just one floor down? And we’re the only ones in the building that get to use it? He’s recruited attractive guys under 30, except for some guys on the Board, recruiters and other big wigs. He’s recruited us and then takes advantage of us in order for us to keep our jobs. You let him blow you, you stay employed.”

Dixon was frozen, taking in what Fitz just told him, wondering if he could do what his college buddy had done. Hell, what all the guys in the company did, apparently.

“So, was he good, at least?” Dixon asked reluctantly.

Fitz crossed his arms over his chest and smiled a shit-eating grin. “Dix, the best blow-job I’ve ever had. Douglas is a professional cocksucker. He may be a big macho fucker, but the man loves the D.”

Dixon couldn’t help but chuckle at the amusing description of their alpha CEO.

“So, open your mind, do what it takes to get those bills. Use what you have, Dix. You’ve got the body, use it to get ahead. Ok, buddy?”

Dixon nodded his head without saying anything. Just then the big oak doors behind them opened and who walked in but their boss, Anson Douglas.

“Hello, sir,” Fitz greeted him, a little eager to please.

Dixon’s body tensed up and his hands trembled. Knowing what he knew now about Douglas, he didn’t know how to act. Not that he interacted with his boss ever, he clearly was nervous.

“Fitzgerald,” Douglas nodded and then turned his attention to Dixon. His eyes traveled down the newbie’s body. He didn’t say anything as he made eye contact with Dixon’s blue eyes. His stare was intense and made Dixon’s six-foot-three muscular body tremble.

“Sir,” Dixon nodded in greeting. Douglas nodded slightly. The look on his face looked like he didn’t know who Dixon was.

“Dixon.” Dixon said reminding the imposing man.

“I know who you are Mr. Monson,” Douglas said as if reprimanding him.

“Of course, Mr. Douglas. I would never imply that you…” Dixon was suddenly petrified as Douglas interrupted him, obviously not interested in what he had to say.

“What are you two conspiring about?” asked Douglas as he put a hand in his pocket of his impeccable suit pants.

Dixon started to explain, “Nothing sir…” but then he was interrupted by Fitz.

“Dixon was just curious about the best way to get promoted,” Fitz said with a smile. Dixon snapped his look to Fitz’s with surprised shock in his eyes. He was appalled and petrified. His heart dropped into his stomach.

“Really? I appreciate your candor, Mr. Fitzgerald,” Douglas noted as he looked at Dixon with disappointment that he hadn’t spoken up on his own. “What sage advice did you tell Mr. Monson, Mr. Fitzgerald?” he asked sarcastically, not taking his eyes from Dixon’s face.

“I told him to man up and just ask,” Fitz said with a shrug.

Douglas’s eyes darted down Dixon’s chest, over to his arms. He leaned back to get a full view of Dixon’s tall body. After all, it is the reason the kid got hired.

“Is that true, Mr. Monson? Are you ready for a promotion? Your time here has been short, after all.”

“Yes…yes, sir. I’m ready to go to the next,” Dixon’s mouth was dry, and he cleared his throat, “next level.”

Dixon couldn’t believe what he was agreeing to. Although it was unsaid, there was no doubt that Douglas knew what he knew.

“Usually, I would take your lack of initiative to ask for what you want as a sign of weakness. But I find myself curious about what you have to offer, how you can add to the success of the company. After all, if I succeed, you succeed.”

“Yes, sir. Thank you, Mr. Douglas,” Dixon groveled with excitement, temporarily forgetting what this all meant.

“Come to my office at 5:00 and we can…talk.”

“Yes, sir. I’ll be there,” Dixon said as he exited the room. He walked out in the hallway and leaned back against the wall next to the elevator. He looked up at the ceiling and took in a deep breath. All he could think about was how he was going to do this. He was going to let a dude blow him. What if he couldn’t get hard? What if he freaked out? He’d lose his job, that’s what would happen.

Later in the afternoon, Dixon walked into Fitz’s office and shut the door. Fitz looked up, leaned back in his chair and put his hands behind his head. “Congrats Dix,” he said with a grin that Dixon wanted to punch.

“Dude, what the fuck do I do? I’m freaking out, Fitz. I can’t do it. I just can’t do it,” Dixon’s voice was higher than his usual deep baritone voice. He was obviously so petrified that he couldn’t think straight.

Fitz stood up and came around to the front of his desk then leaned back on it. He folded his big arms that were straining his white dress shirt over his chest. “First, sit down and calm down.” Dixon plopped down in the plush chair and buried his face in his palms. “Second, Dix, it will be ok. The money alone is worth it.”

Dixon raised his head and then shook it in defiance.

“Dixon. Here’s what you do. When you get in there, you’re going to sit it back, close your eyes and picture the hottest girl you can think of and picture her sucking your dick.”

“How will I get hard?”

“You’ll be fine. Trust me, you’ll get hard. He has his ways.”

“That’s awfully…vague,” Dixon stated.

Fitz stepped over to the door and opened it, a signal for Dixon to leave. Dixon stood and slowly slumped to the door. Fitz put an arm around his shoulder and squeezed. “You’ll be fine. Text me after the meeting.”

Anson Douglas waited patiently for Dixon Monson to arrive at his office suite. It was almost 5:00 and most of the guys should be either heading to the gym or home. He’d hoped someone would’ve told Dixon about the promotion process at Douglas Inc. He’d had his eye on that kid for six months. He watched him workout in the gym and admired the tall, very handsome man with an athlete’s physique. Anson had seen the way Dixon’s suits fit; dress shirts snug but not too tight and his suit pants were fitted to his stunning bubble-ass. The kid was a looker and what Anson liked most about him was he was how exuded masculinity, broad shoulders and a thin waist, a cocky swagger and bright white teeth, square jaw and roman nose. There was something about Dixon that separated him from all the other men he’s employed. Something that drew him to the handsome younger man. Dixon was definitely his type, but he was something more. Anson found himself more attracted to Dixon than to any other guy in his life. Dixon was his dream man.

Anson loved the fact that the large guy was scared shitless of him. He loved to see men bigger than him cower when he walked in the room. He was a driven, hard-working, perfectionist who demanded the best from all his guys. It showed in his attitude, his body, his clothes and his money. He married for show, for his inheritance. He had kids to take over the company when he retired. If he retired. But otherwise, he was a rich, powerful gay man who preyed on his male employees, straight or not. He always gets what he wants. He’s never failed at bedding any man he’s wanted.

Anson poured two glasses of water and set them on the table between two large leather wingback chairs. He opened a small brass tube from his pocket, he dumped its powered contents into one of the glasses of water and watched it dissolve. It wasn’t anything harmful, just Viagra and a tiny bit of ecstasy. He needed it when dealing with the straight boys and their apprehension to gay sex.

He heard a knock at the door. He stood in front of his humongous glass windows that looked out over the city, his back facing the door, his hands folded over his chest. His stance was wide, intimidating. He was not wearing his suit coat so Dixon would see the man’s wide shoulders and developed back stretching the tailored shirt.

“Come,” Anson called out.

The door opened and Dixon stepped in.

“Close the door, Mr. Monson.”

Dixon closed the door gently and then stepped into the middle of the massive office suite. Anson was quietly standing at the window. Dixon felt clammy and his mouth was dry. He cleared his throat nervously and stood perfectly still.

“Mr. Douglas,” Dixon said in uncomfortable greeting.

Anson turned and looked at the younger man. Dixon was nervous even though he was standing up straight, chest puffed out, hands crossed in front of his crotch, waiting like a good little sub. This is how Anson liked his boys. He enjoyed watching them try to assert their masculinity with posture. He couldn’t help but take in Dixon’s beauty, his model good-looks and imposing build. He was going to have fun with this one.

“Mr. Monson, right on time.”

“Yes, sir. I always like to be on time,” Dixon said with a smile. However, Anson was not smiling.

“One thing you need to learn, Mr. Monson, is that if you are on time, you’re late.”

Dixon broke into a sweat and his chest thumped. Note to self: always be early.

“Come, sit,” Anson said as he waved his hand to the two chairs.

Dixon walked over and sat down in one of them. Inside he was hoping he didn’t just sit in Mr. Douglas’s chair or worse yet, maybe it was a test. Maybe it meant something, which chair he chose.

“You look…uncomfortable, Mr. Monson. Have some water.” Anson handed him the spiked glass of water to which Dixon swallowed it whole in two gulps. His mouth was so dry, and it was a godsend.

“Thank you, sir. I needed that.” He set the glass down on the table. Anson noticed his hand trembling as he did so.

Anson sat down in the opposite chair, sat back and crossed one leg over the other and said nothing. He wanted to psych the kid out. Make him squirm.

Dixon looked around nervously trying to avoid the laser eye contact that Anson was holding relentlessly. He shifted in his chair and rubbed his palms together. He noticed himself becoming relaxed, a little buzzed maybe.

“Mr. Monson, tell me why you’re here,” Anson asked the suddenly calm young man.

“Like we talked about earlier, I’d like to move up in the company. I’m overqualified for what I’m currently doing. I think my expertise would be better served in a different position,” Dixon told him as he sat back in the chair, his nerves calmer than they were a few minutes ago.

“You think you’re ready for the next step, do you?” Anson asked, doubt in his voice.

“Yes. Mr. Douglas.”

“And I’m assuming Mr. Fitzgerald filled you in on my…criteria?”

Dixon’s mouth went dry but yet he was so relaxed. “Yes, sir. He did.”

“Mr. Fitzgerald, or…Fitz? That’s what you all call him? Fitz is quite the go-getter. Granted, he’s a suck-up but he is a valuable asset.”

“I’ve known him for a long time. We were roommates in college. He’s a good guy,” Dixon said quietly, his body feeling electric, the feel of the leather armrests felt good on his fingers.

“You’re a very attractive young man, Dixon,” Anson commented. Dixon took notice that Anson used his first name for once. “Almost the most attractive employee I have. You’re tied with Fitz,” Anson informed him with a slight smile. The first time Dixon had seen the handsome man smile.

“Thank you, sir,” Dixon replied. His hands running slowly back and forth over the smooth leather. The drug was taking affect and soon the kid would be like putty in Anson’s well experienced hands.

“Tell me, Dixon. Have you ever…experimented with another man? High school? Frat house?”

Dixon heard the question, but he was feeling high. He was slow to answer, “No, sir.”

“Ok. Let’s discuss the parameters of your situation. What happens here will stay here. The men under my employ know what goes on in these occurrences of a young handsome man like yourself being asked to my office after hours. You have nothing to worry about with discretion.”

“You know they all know?” Dixon asked with a confused look.

Anson gave him an amused smile. “Of course, I do, Dixon. Most of them have been through this so there is nothing to hide. I doubt they sit around and discuss it. That’s why it took so long for you to find out. They know better to spout off because I pay them to well not to.”

“Yes, sir.”

“All you need to do is relax, sit back, do what you need to do and enjoy. I assure you it will be the best you’ve ever had.”

Dixon swallowed hard. “Yes, sir.”

“Good boy,” Anson said as he left his chair and stooped down in front of Dixon. He reached up and slowly unbuckled Dixon’s suit pants. He pulled down the waistband of his tight boxer briefs and fished out Dixon’s cock. The moment Anson’s warm hands made contact with Dixon, his cock reacted, it stiffened. Anson slowly stroked the stiffening cock causing it to harden even more. Dixon looked down at the handsome man as Anson looked into his eyes while skimming the fat cock. The more Anson skimmed; the harder Dixon got. This confused Dixon and he was shocked to see is own cock harden as his boss lowered his head.

Dixon gasped as he felt the warm mouth engulf his engorged cock. His body tensed and his cock was hard as a crowbar. He tried to close his eyes and picture some random girl sucking on him, but the curiosity got the best of him. He opened one eye and looked down and watched his boss swallow him whole, his nose nested in Dixon’s trimmed pubes. Dixon gasped again and his ass came up off the chair. It was, no doubt, the best blow job he had ever received. He didn’t know if he could hold back much longer. Anson sped up his stroking and hummed around the fat cock.

“Sir. Sir. Mr. Douglas… I can’t hold back,” Dixon warned him.

Anson lifted his head off his dick, “Then don’t, Dixon.” Anson dove back down again, swallowing the perfect cock and taking the opportunity to run his hands up and down Dixon’s muscular quads. The material of his suit pants was smooth, and it made Dixon moan at the touch.

Dixon couldn’t stand it any longer as he tensed his legs making his quads flex and bulge, he grasped the armrests, gritted his teeth and growled as he let loose his load into Anson’s waiting mouth. Anson deep throated the cock and sucked in every ounce of stud cum. Dixon continued to rage as he shot again and again into Anson’s mouth. When he was done, his body relaxed. Anson looked up at the man and licked his lips where cum had splattered out. He tasted it and smiled at Dixon, clearly satisfied with the taste of the gorgeous man’s cum. Anson stood and moved back to his chair and took a drink from his own. drug-free water glass.

Dixon was breathing hard, and his cock was still hanging out. He reached down and tried to put it away inside his pants, but it would not soften. In fact, his cock was so hard it almost hurt. The head was much too sensitive to even graze with his thumb.

“Fuck,” Dixon said with a little frustration that his dick wasn’t behaving normally.

Anson stared at the kid and reveled, wondering what the kid was thinking. What was going through his head? This was the ultimate mind-fuck and he loved it. Usually, the straight ones, they went right to the question of are they gay because they got hard while a man blew them. Some acted like it didn’t happen. Some liked it so much that seriously questioned their sexuality. Of course, none of them knew they had been given some “liquid encouragement”. Well, they didn’t know it their first time. Only some of the lucky ones that got a second and third blow job still needed a little help. Some just accepted that was the only way to get ahead. He especially liked the ones that were very driven and willing to do anything and step on anyone to get to the top. Those men were willing to go farther, straight or not. Those who were willing to fuck were the ones who climbed the corporate ladder that fastest.

“Well, Dixon?”

“Christ! That WAS the best I’ve ever had,” Dixon said with a slight slur.

“I told you.”

“I’m still so hard.” Dixon took his cock and grasped it, squeezing the swollen member. “My god, it’s so hard,” Dixon moaned as he stroked his cock. He didn’t even care he was doing it in front of his boss.

“I suspect you will be for some time. Of course, I can help you take care of it, again,” Anson said, his voice low and sultry.

“Really? You’d do it again?”

“Oh, Dixon. You have no idea,” Anson replied with a devious look on his face. “Your cock is perfect. A perfect cock on a perfect man.”

“You think I’m perfect?” Dixon continued to stroke his eight inches.

Anson leaned forward and replied, “Yes, I do, Dixon. The most perfect man I’ve ever seen.”

They both held eye contact. Dixon was feeling quite good, like he was floating. He liked that a man like Mr. Douglas thought so much of him. It made him feel warm, special.

While he stroked his thick cock, he looked at Anson and pleaded, “Please, sir. Can you do it now?”

Anson stood, reached over and took Dixon’s hand. He pulled him out of the chair. “This way,” he said as he led the horned-up frat boy into the next room of the suite. There Dixon saw a king-sized bed.

Anson led him to it, turned him around so his back was to the bed and then roughly pushed Dixon making him fall back onto the bed.

Dixon’s eyes became large, his jaw dropped and as he watched Anson undo his own tie and throw it across the room. Then Anson crawled up onto the bed next to him. Dixon was leaning back on his elbows, watching the alpha male replace Dixon’s hand on his cock with his own.

Anson plunged down again onto the throbbing cock. It was so sudden that Dixon gasped loudly and threw his head back. Anson’s hands slowly skimmed their way up Dixon’s thighs, grabbed the waistband of his slacks and yanked them off the rest of the way and threw them on the floor. Dixon was now naked from the waist down except for his black nylon socks that molded to his muscular calves. The drugs and the blow job made him susceptible to the will of the older man.

Anson marveled at the sinewy muscles of the ex-jock’s built legs. He saw the look of ecstasy on the sexy man, his head thrown back revealing a square jaw with a slight five o’clock shadow. The thick neck straining the collar of his starched shirt. His own cock was rock hard, and he felt like it was the hardest it had ever been. Yes, there was something extraordinary about this Dixon. Something that really sent him into overdrive. He knew he had to have this kid. He needed to have him and own him.

Dixon lay back flat on his back. He was panting and moaning and soon his hands found the top of Anson’s head. His fingers intertwined in the thick dark hair. He gripped tight and pushed Anson’s head down.

Anson looked up with surprise. Rarely did anyone ever dare handle him this way. It shocked him but at the same time, seeing the hunk of perfect man take the initiative and take control did something to him. Anson was always the aggressor and always the alpha. But Dixon was so fucking sexy and seeing him react the way he was to the expert cock sucking made him want to cum all over the smooth tan legs of the kid.

Dixon continued to pump his cock in and out of Anson’s mouth. Anson actually gagged a few times, something he wasn’t accustomed to. It just made Anson want to see the man cum even more. He couldn’t wait to see Dixon’s body flex and swell when he came.

Anson didn’t have to wait long. Dixon lifted his head and watched over his chest, as Anson sucked hard and faster. He let go of the older man’s head and with a huge swallow of air, he let it back out in a booming howl. And with that howl came a gush of cum that Anson was happy to digest. It gave Anson an adrenaline rush to see how much pleasure he was giving the beautiful younger man.

Dixon’s body locked up in a frozen flex of muscle. He tensed as he continued to shoot down the throat of his boss. He sat up and without thinking, he reached down, hooked his hands under Anson’s armpits and hauled him up on top of him. With his brute strength, he rolled Anson onto his back and climbed on top of him. Anson was a little frightened at the move. None of the other men that worked for him carried on this way. Dixon lay on top of him and suddenly attacked Anson’s mouth with his own. The kiss was aggressive and wet. Their tongues wrestled for dominance. Anson ran his hands all over Dixon’s strong back.

Now, Anson wanted to take control back. He rolled Dixon off and onto his back. He crawled on top of him and ravaged the kid’s mouth, his neck, his ear. He reached under and stroked Dixon’s raging crowbar cock which made Dixon even more uncontrollable. They began to roll around on the bed.

Dixon couldn’t help himself. The blow job was so good, it felt amazing. He didn’t even care it was a dude who blew him. All he knew was he was getting off and he liked it. Kissing Mr. Douglas was not in the plan but in the heat of the moment all he wanted to do was go crazy and do whatever his body told him to do. It was telling him to rough it up with this man and get off doing it.

They continued the wrestling match until this time, they both came. That was three times for Dixon. When they finally stopped, they were laying side by side, chests heaving, breathing hard, sweaty shirts and mussed hair. They lay there looking up at the ceiling quietly.

“What just happened?” Dixon thought he said to himself, but it was actually out loud.

Anson turned his head to look at Dixon and he grinned. “You deposited three loads of cum down my throat.”

“I did. Didn’t I,” Dixon said after a long pause.

“Yes, Mr. Monson. You did,” Anson laughed as he turned back to look at the ceiling.

“Holy shit,” Dixon said with shock in his voice. “Holy shit. I just dumped three loads down my boss’s throat. Oh my god!”

“I assure you, Dixon, it was my pleasure.”

“But…but you’re my boss…and I just…,” Dixon stuttered, didn’t know what to say. “Then I made out with you.”

“Yes, that was a surprise even to me,” Anson commented.

Dixon looked over at his boss. “But…but I’m not gay.”

“Dixon don’t think of it as gay. It is what it is. What happened, happened. The question is, did you like it?”

Dixon contemplated for a long time. Anson was worried the kid was getting too deep inside his own head.

Finally, Dixon said, “I did. I did like it.”

Anson patted him on the thigh. “There. You have your answer. Now, it’s getting late, and I have to get home for dinner. Go ahead and use my bathroom to tidy yourself up.”

Dixon came out of the bathroom a few minutes later and went back into the office. He found Anson standing, bent over his desk writing something. He watched the older man, taking in how handsome he really was. He remembered what his body felt like. It was hard and masculine.

Anson stood up and turned to Dixon. “Well, Mr. Monson, I hope this wasn’t too traumatic for you.”

Dixon ran his fingers through his hair and to the back of his neck, massaging it, deep in thought. “I will say, it was not what I expected.”

“I have to agree with that.”

Dixon turned towards the door and Anson followed him but before Dixon opened the door, Anson took his elbow and turned him around. He stared up into the kid’s blue eyes, he brought his hand up and cupped his head bringing it down slowly until their lips touched. It was a sweet kiss. Just pressure, no tongue. Dixon let it happen.

Anson let him go and opened the door for him. “I’ll see you tomorrow…Dixon.”

Dixon, in a state of bewilderment, nodded his head and said, “See you tomorrow…Mr. Douglas.”

The next day, Dixon was working out before work and his phone beeped. His bank app told him he had a new deposit. It was payday so he didn’t think anything of it until he saw the amount. He looked around and then back to the app thinking he was hallucinating. Then another amount popped up. He quickly went into the company’s intranet and found his profile dashboard. He lost his breath. His salary had been doubled and he received a separate ten-thousand-dollar bonus.

“I trust you approve of your new promotion?”

Dixon looked up to see Anson standing above him, freshly showered and suited.

“Uh…yes Sir. I mean…yes, Sir.” He looked around and then quietly he said, “Thank you, Mr. Douglas. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate this.”

Anson lay his hand on Dixon’s shoulder. “You don’t have to tell me. You can show me,” he said with a serious face.

Dixon swallowed hard. “Show you?”

“Come to my office at five o’clock. I’d like to talk about your future here. And then you can show me your appreciation. I’ll just let you think about that…all day. Five,” Anson reminded the shocked man as he turned to leave.

“Yes, Mr. Douglas.”