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Give till it hurts...and if that's not enough, get with some s&m!
'OFfiCe JOckS FoR DOmiNaTiOn' o9 (bOARd GaMEs)
WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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While Dusan, George and Malik make their way down the L-shaped stairway, they detect a small fracas was taking place.
"Owch, you did it again, Eric!"
Apparently, arm in arm, Phil and Eric were dancing, when one steps on the other's toe.
Malik had been here before, but something entirely different was transpiring.
Generally, no real paperwork type of business ensued, it more becoming hands on approach to Rick's efforts to teach through doing.
Early on, after else everyone had arrived, as Rick's protocol dictated, stripped off all clothing, including socks and shoes, placing bundles on chairs. It connected with the trio, making the connection between piles of threads and guys mulling about in a circle, clapping hands while their junk bobbed around.
"I've died and gone to heaven," George says.
Usually able to keep cool, calm and collective, Dusan says, "agreed!"
Malik, who has witnessed the scene a couple of times, says, "you ain't seen nothin' yet!"
Being he had been there, see that, he takes Dusan and George under his wing, literally an arm over each, in the middle.
"Yep," Malik says, "this is bound to be a board meeting you'll never forget!"
Malik knew his place, that when Rick came over to greet the newcomers, it was his time to depart company.
"Welcome boys," Rick greeted each with a hug.
"Thanks," George and Dusan reply, though their eyes were more on what Rick didn't have covered up!
"Feel free to get comfortable."
They did feel a little clammy, unlike Malik, walking in the deserted upstairs bar & grille, walking from the closet to the stairway. Even though the eatery hadn't opened yet, they did feel on edge, especially when that problem with the electricity had been solved and in the middle of their journey the bright overhead lighting switched on, making them at least grab balls and hide, in case anyone was peering in from the outside.
Of the two still holding their junk, Rick says, "no need for that here," he leads them over to a side table. "Feel free to participate in our board game."
Purposely Rick left, to see what they would do, void of the security of his standing with them.
A young guy, like them, totally naked to the bone, steps in front of them, "hey. I'm Callum, excuse me."
Neither had the chance to introduce themselves, but perhaps something more was keeping their attention at bay, making them forget, George and Dusan eyeing up the nineteen year old college freshman.
George did lean into Dusan's ear and whisper, "like, wow!"
He did go for looks, but also on Dusan's mind were other superlatives, like how well a guy could kiss, like interests, unlike George, which he already has come to know, the tall dark hunk more into tasty morsels on the palate, which is why he nudged the musclehead in the ribs.
'Mr. Supersonic-ears', Rick heard and rather than prolong what could be coming, "did you have something to add, George?"
"Um, no."
With a little built in sadism to his character, not which Dusan wouldn't mind, with the right man, dominate him with certain pain-toys, meant to pleasure, goes the psychological route, "I think George here can get weak in the knees for a ginger-blond guy. I mean, who won't?"
"I see," Rick says, mulling that over, which has him doing that same old thing, rubbing a hand over his beard, thinking it could make him a smart thinker.
It's not often Dusan would slip in something he said, coming out wrong, "wait. That's not what I meant."
Laughing, George puts a hand to Dusan's shoulder, "too late buddy. You've put yourself under the gun too!"
With the commotion behind him, it had Callum's hand in the fishbowl, about to draw a folded up paper from glass sphere with a square top.
Opening opinion to the whole room of naked board members, Rick says, "classic example, of saying what you means, versus losing an important campaign, because you chose to present yourself in a negative way. I know some of you, most of you have been there, but hopefully a mistake in verbal judgement has not made you out to be the loser."
Normally, a board member that's been in attendance multiple times, would be made an example out of, literally punished in some way, which would leave the consensus more educated in what not to do.
"This being your first time here," he addresses Dusan and George, "you're transgressions will be forgiven, although," he zeroes in on, "George, we will be needing to know what you said?"
George's morale sank to an all time low, being he thought he was forgiven and they were going to more on, "uh. Really, it was nothing."
But that didn't stick with Rick, not when he's impressed upon his workers to be truthful and that holding back something might mean, in the business sector, they would be reluctant to share something about a deal they've made, like a kickback?
Right in George's face, he could feel Rick's breath, "c'mon. You're among not only among business associates, that is if you chose to join the ranks, but also friends. That is, if you want to develop a trust, which means, we all share without condition. So, what is it you want to do, George?"
First George felt a hand on his shoulder, which he took as a vote of confidence. The other, his eyes dipped down to see what lurked between Rick's legs.
Before George comes forth to share, Rick says, "it's obvious, George, that being a gay man...you are gay?"
"Um. Yeah."
He cracks a little smile, Rick returning it.
"Then why don't you tell us how much you admire Callum?"
"I didn't say anything about him?"
Never bashful, Rick says, "oh come on George. There's not one man who hasn't had a lust for a young, hot man like Callum. Right guys?"
Another thing about Rick, he could guess, but always did a man-check, which has his eyes perusing the board chamber.
Except for the straight members, he got a verbal and silent acknowledgement of their guilty pleasure of gazing upon random eye candy.
"You see, George, you're not alone, in thinking or confessing their guilty pleasures."
Acting sheepishly, George caves, "uh, okay, well," he scratches a rib, "I didn't exactly say it in words, like a definition, but did find Callum to be, 'hot'?"
"Are you asking me if Callum is hot, or it's within your own opinion, George?"
For certain, all this attention being given to him, he wanted to touch himself, but not wanting to make a spectacle of himself, that maybe he was receiving some kind of jollies from the boss ridiculing George, refrained and let his shaft go about on its own natural course.
Giving up on the cat and mouse play, George confesses, "uh, yeah, I was thinking what a hot man Callum is... and yeah, he is definitely one hot man."
"Did you know you said the same thing twice, George?"
Callum dares to voice opinion, "well, maybe he said it because he desires both, my cock and my balls!"
He laughed, but the room kept silent.
Already having felt fondness towards Callum, and unlike the ridicule others have suffered, instead of reprimanding the college freshman, "see that George? Now there's a man who speaks his mind. Now, it's up to you. Is what Callum here," Rick pats his shoulder, like he's talking about his son, "right on with what your thoughts are, or way off target?"
Thinking Callum's shaft had taken on a couple more inches since this all began, George decides it's time to fess up. One thing running through his mind, all these businessmen, gathered up, stripped to smoothness or hairiness, how hard he's searched to be around such a fine flock, "truth of the matter, my real intentions are that I really dig Callum's beautiful cock and the way it drapes over his two balls. I'm sure, any man who loves a savory piece of meat would enjoy the meal."
It made Callum smile, but also blush.
"I see. Well, thank you for the graphic description, George."
Thinking his punishment could be something like, getting down on both knees and sucking Callum to completion, George says, "trust me, I'm not afraid of punishment, if that is your desire?"
"Hmm," Rick taps fingers to his lips, "now there's a thought."
There's a period of silence and Callum, prolly along the same train of thought as George, says, "I was really saving that for my boyfriend. I mean, if it's okay if you have some other way George can vindicate himself?"
Rick smiles, saying, "lucky Tony. Well, being that in mind, wouldn't want to deprive him, so George, your off the punishment of sucking Callum dry."
"Oh, thanks so much, sir. Whew," George wipes a brow.
"It's Rick, not 'sir'."
"Thanks, Rick," George repairs.
"Saad," Rick calls attention.
Stepping forward, is one of the board members, which suddenly starts reflex juices in George's mouth going!
"What's up, Rick?"
"You don't happen to have any toys in your pockets?"
"You mean something like this?"
LIke the rest, naked, the tall Arabian says, "I do, but I'd have to go retrieve them. Are you saying I get to punish this hot man?"
Little did anyone know, let alone George, Saad had designs on the tanned hunk, from way across the room.
Rick, who wasn't immune to what was taking place while he chatted with George and Callum, "like, how would I know, Saad?"
The others knew Saad could get way longer, bigger, but Saad stands there, guilty, "I can't help it that it shows my true feelings?"
"Why don't you go find your pants and see what you can come up with. And oh, take George with you."
They both disappear. More than pants pockets, when they reach the chair Saad had neatly deposited folded clothing, he reaches underneath, sliding out a flat, black case.
"What's in there?"
Having bent over to retrieve it, Saad pops up to catch George fondling his balls.
"If Rick was here, he would have swatted your hand away. You know how it feels to have your cock and balls swatted around, George?"
He cracks a tender smile, George saying, "depends. If it's you doing it, it might not seem like punishment."
In his pants pocket, Saad did have something he always had handy, in case, "Rick thought you might have a jolt using some jewelry hanging from your pecs. I wholeheartedly agree?"
Of the chain over Saad's finger, two clamps attaches, George says, "I think maybe you and I are going to get along well together?"
"Exactly what I thought. Wait here," Saad leaves and reports back to the other room.
George was on edge, in a good way. He couldn't explain it, but most of his life he's had to put on airs, that he was this tall, muscled tough man, when in reality, when he surrendered to the privacy of his bedroom, he would lay there and make up scenarios in his mind, all to feed the emotion of his hard shaft. A favorite fantasy was being tied eagle-spread, all freedoms taken away, only to have a hot dominant man work his pecs, doing stuff to his nips which would always provide the need to jerk off, tons of goo filling his deep navel, with plenty left over to swirl about his abs and pecs.
While Saad seemed to be taking his time, George dared to set the case on a chair, pop the latches and look inside. What he viewed took his breath away, in both a frightening, yet favorable way.
"Like what you see?" Saad forces the case closed.
"Um, maybe," George replies.
Drawn to George and his hot bod, Saad forces him up against a wall, "how about a little lip punishment to start us off?"
George wasn't given a choice, Saad having his way with him, pressing him backwards till his muscled back became one with the sheetrock.
After Saad backs off from the kiss, George says, "that was nice."
"Good. I'm glad you like it, because," he picks up the black case, latching it closed before he does, "I have a lot of other ways of pleasuring you, if you want to go along with it?"
Maybe George had a let down, sha'OFfiCe JOckS FoR DOmiNaTiOn' o8ring, "you're not going to force anything on me?"
Smart at the bdsm game, Saad says, "do you want me to force things I can do to you and what I can do for you, on you?"
Still free to place his hands on Saad wherever he may wander, George planes hands from the hairy man's shoulders, down meaty, wiry covered pecs, the black hair tightening in the middle of the abs and like a trail, leading below, "I could only dream of having a man like you, wanting me like you do."
More businesslike than pleasure, the kind both can get from willingness to play around, Saad says, "great, George. Let me show you what the boiler room looks like."
"Boiler room?" George stands there one hip higher than the other, a hand place on it, thinking.
After having led the way, Saad turns back around, "unless you want to miss the best moments of your life?"
"Of course not," George replies, thinking Saad has hit the nail on the head, thinking of how he's wanted this his whole life.
Nope, he wasn't about to give up on what the rest of his life could be like!
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His first time there, Callum says, as he dips his hand in the oval sphere, "what happens if I don't like what I pick?"
Rick standing next to the nineteen year old for support, says, "we have to deal with a lot that life has to throw at us, don't you agree?"
"So true," Callum states, as he withdraws a white piece of folded paper.
Rick was glad Callum decided to play along. At the same time he could be guilty of the same offense as George, but chooses to keep it silent.
Opening the white piece of paper, Callum mulls over it in silence, 'name something you wish you had done in your life, but passed it up for work'.
Steppint back, rejoining the board meeting, after having slipped into a private reverie, Rick says, "well, what's on your mind, Callum?"
Callum thought about it, "it says to name something I wish I had done in my life, but passed it up for work," coming to conclusion, "but this would my first real job, other than mowing lawns. I suppose, if I had a choice, other than making what money I could, at doing menial jobs, I'd rather be camping with my father, or if he ever took interest in me, playing baseball. I mean this neighbor, who I cleaned his pool out in the springtime, and when I did such a good job, he hired me all summer. It wasn't the pool owner, but his teenaged son, Evan, who took more of an interest in me," Callum is saddened, "more than my own flesh and blood."
The basement went blank.
Thinking he didn't know how to end this, Callum says, "maybe someone can relate?"
This wasn't a company therapy weekend, one of the biannual events they have yet to sequester away at trailer park campground this year, so Rick let's the question fly, "anyone wish to step up?"
Callum held back his silent grief, a thing which happened, a lump in his throat. Tear ducts were ready to open the flood gates, each time Callum dwelled on the subject. Though he felt some relief that he had successfully made it through without release, crying, and that no one had further provoked him in to telling why. Why Evan was so kind to him, taking him places a sixteen year old, mature teen didn't venture, whether it was to a gay bar, or up and down the expanse of his hairy bod!
"Well," Rick clears his throat, "that's quite some story Callum and I'm sure there's more to it?"
It could go either way, Callum telling more, or as he chose, "oh, there's a lot more to it, like Evan was home for college for the whole summer. He could afford not to work. He made sure I was paid triple and..."
"Triple?" Carter says, and assuming the others were feeling the same, "and was the sex good?" Where naughty thoughts can connect with the male pleasure center, "I'm sure we'd all be interested to hear your story!"
He laughs.
The others chuckled, but Jerome, thinking they could become more than friends, is surprised by the insensitivity, his colleague's back-hand-chop across Carter's naturally tanned bare pec-deck, "that's not funny man!"'
"Oh shit, Jerry!" Carter calls out, bending over, almost like he got sucker punched in the gut, holding his poundcakes. "I was joking, man. Take it easy!"
"Can't you see this is a serious matter? Like, life is not all summer and surfboards
in the islands. Some of us has to work hard to get where we want to be."
With Jerome saying that, Rick decides to definitely let this play out, visually noticing how that back-of-the-hand chop has affected not only Carter's ego, his cock going suddenly from limp to luscious!
Almost always standing by Rick's side, Josh catches his friend with the little quirky smile, which so tiny, only a dear friend would notice, having him, after picking up on a hunch, leans to his bud-for-life, saying, "mm-m."
Callum, not immune to someone picking up on his feelings, didn't hear Josh, but rather some other guy, "thanks for that, Jerome."
He smiles back, "anytime, Callum."
Callum knows the feeling of a person allowing him to vent, as Evan was so keenly allowed him to do, and in reciprocation, gave counsel on occasion. It gives Callum a slight retrospect of the situation, lying in bed, the collegiate wanting to have a little more sex and a little less chat. Callum could sense Evan's feelings and would often end his train of thoughts, derail and move onto the sex part of their coming together.
It's not which he did not learn from his experiences, sharing, "I want to give some of the other guys a chance. Thanks for letting me share."
Callum would have sat down, accenting his bowing out, but chairs were filled with stacks of their clothing, all neatly rounded out into square parcels.
Jerome, sympathetic to Callum, about a father with little interest in a marriage with children, could vent. However, it was something too sensitive to talk about publicly, so to throw off any idea that he indeed wanted to share, "you're young and have a whole life ahead of you. I hope it's helped that you've shared with us this morning. Thanks for that."
That was something about Callum too, anyone showing any kind of concern, interest in what's happened in the past to make him the man he is today, goes straight to his brain and heart, "really? Cool. Thanks for that Jerome, or is it 'Jerry'?"
Developing a sudden infactuation, he gets all smiley, Jerome saying, "oh, anything you can come up with will be fine?"
Carter nudges Jerome in the rib, whispering, "how about bitch?"
Jerome counters and because he knew Carter tried being incognito about his comment, but others on other side knowing exactly what he said, "tonight I'm gonna work your bottom over so good, you won't be able to sit for a week, 'bitch'!"
Clearing his throat, a sign Rick wanted to proceed, even though Jerome's comment became the laughing stock of the board members, "ahem! Seems to me, over the past year a lot of you have done some growing up, Callum and I don't mean an over-stimulated cock, like some of the other members of this assembly?"
"See what you've gone and done, Jerry?"
Keen at things of sight, well as sound, Rick picks up on it, "you have something to share, Carter?"
With all this talk about subjects of a sexual nature, Carter now wishes he has kept his comments to himself. Also, out of experience, he knows, if he reacted right now and covered up his balls and the erection hanging down over them, it would be worse than Rick's gaze to his pubes, so he just left it as, "okay Rick. I'll try not to further make a spectacle of myself."
While the others had taken on a new subject, Rick telling Steve he thinks his deoderant just quit, Jerome cocks his head towards his buddy, "I think it's a little too late for that!"
"Oh shit, Jerry!"
Gazing down upon himself, Carter sees what he did not feel, a bead of semen seep out the tip of his shaft and start to form something like the filament of nylon fishing line.
"Don't say I never do anything for you," Jerome quips.
Carter was beside himself with both fear, that one of the guys would take notice, and the audacity of his buddy, Jerome lifting one shoulder up, the other crunching sideways, lowering, so his hand could make contact with Carter's shaft, finger and thumb making the goo ooze out and like retrieving a fingerful of the stuff. However, Jerome was more secretive with licking his fingers off!
Perhaps the others were more attentive to Rick's badgering Steve about the lack of smelling good, than worrying about wetting up the floor.
Steve, an expert in the flooring field at twenty-eight years old, turns his nose to eat dark-haired pit, lifting each arm, then reports, "maybe you need to take a closer sniff, Rick?"
He laughed his ass off, hoping others would join in the hilarity. Some who have been with the company for a long while didn't see the humor in it, or less were too afraid to share in the joke. Newly added board members didn't picture Rick as some old fogey, wanting to get some humor out of it.
Like Tony, who had been delivering food down the stairway, periodically, enters just in time to hear Steve's joke, "mm-mm, sure could make a meal out of both those pits, Steve!"
Callum, timid before he met this bunch, shows he can be as frivolous as the next guy, "be careful, Tony. Steve might call in your bluff!"
"Oh," Tony giggles, along with his chum, Callum, says, "oh, I wasn't asking, more like offering."
Some guys show disgust, wrinkling up noses as if their nostrils were buried in Steve's pits, like Phil, one of the divorced guys, "oh man, that's so gross, it's gonna make me barf!"
There was no standing arrangement, so new couples stood with each other, which has divorcee, Eric, standing right next to the man he slept with last night, lifts his lover's arm and joke, "I don't see the problem," up goes the arm, revealing not thick, but sufficient amount of ginger-red hair.
He hadn't yet tasted, Phil saying, "ick."
"Looks tasty," Eric reports back.
Being no one was being serious, Phil, even though repulsed by a guy's tongue working up and down a ripe pit, says, "yeah, well just make sure you gargle with spearmint before you kiss me, Eric!"
Rick was entertained, well as some of the others, who thought making oral love with armpits not much different than a guy's fuzzy balls!
Tony turns to the boss, "if you're needing a demonstration, Rick, I'm up for it?"
Rick, knowing Tony and Callum slept together last night and even though he is getting very fond of the nineteen year old, "nah. Thanks Tony, but I'm sure you're wanted in the kitchen?"
Tony hasn't been at the bar & grille that long, but enough to know, Rick hinting, takes the hint himself, "right. I better get back up there."
He gave Callum a smile on the way out.
"I have a question?"
Hiro was just coming out, of things more than being gay, all this pit-smelling new to him, so thought he better ask, before he's next in line to exposed, not opening up about the topic, to which he was curious.
Rick says to the Asian, "this is an informal gathering, Hiro. You needn't raise your hand."
Still in the air, Hiro slowly lowers it, "what I was going to ask is, say for instance I'm at a bar and I see other guys licking pits. Like, do I go ask a guy to lick my pit or...or just how do I get a guy to lick my pit?"
Tommy Rossi was always one of those who stood in the background and like in grade school, hoped the teacher wouldn't call on him. Seemed to work then, so he tried standing behind a couple of guys. Not which Tommy hasn't been to a gay bar. He's been to plenty of them, followed guys home or a couple of times met at a motel. Being he was into finance, he could carry on a conversation with a man from out of town and before long, that man would make it his business to have the destination permanently affixed to his route of travel.
Never pressed to view his opinion and with all the new guys asking questions which didn't get them instantly expelled from the board meeting, Tommy steps forward and boldly renders, "really, from a few feet away, you can't smell a man's pits?"
He hoped the question didn't fall on Rick's ears, even though it was in direct opposition to what the CEO said.
"Are you asking, or making a statement, Tommy?"
At a bar, Tommy's statement was the thick mats of fur coursing across his chest and down the stomach, an embedded trail leading to a deep navel and to top off his good looks, enhanced by a thick stache, at the trail head was one of the thicker juicy steaks, enhanced by big, meaty balls!
After clearing his throat, Tommy, who at thirty-eight, has been with the company since his old man got him the job, under the old regime, decides it's time to stand on his own two feet, instead of the reputation of his father, "I'm making a statement." However, he just doesn't leave it at that, perhaps covering himself, "maybe you happened to get a whiff when you walked by Steve?"
Tommy couldn't deny, even though he used sweet smelling coconut wash in the shower everyday and dabbed his pits with some expensive salve, the sweat he felt could be his downfall, with Rick stepping up to him.
He was about to apologize, only he happens to look over at Callum, who's smiling and giving him the thumb's up!
The apology dissipated, Tommy saying, to the naked CEO, "anyway, that's what I think."
Standing in Tommy's quadrant, whereas Steve is at his left, JT on the right, Rick, staring deep into Tommy's eyes, calls out, "Josh, what position do we currently have Tommy employed?"
Whenever they gathered for 'Board Games', Josh didn't take notes and like the others, had left his cell phone in his pants pocket. Yet, he was allowed to have his laptop present, for moments like this, which all it took was flip open and a touch of his finger to make the screen come alive.
"Ummmmmm," he tabbed this and that, coming to conclusion, "uh, cash office and head cashier."
"Is that so, Tommy?"
"Yeah," he says, but was waiting to be demoted to trash-master!
"Think you can handle being moved up to accounting, Tommy?"
The stare never left Tommy's face, which equally made him feel like he was sweating all that coconut-vanilla wash off his bod and soon, he would be the one ridiculed for smelling like Steve's pits!
"I think I can make a go out of it."
"You'll still be in the cash office, but the responsilibilities of head cashier will go to..."
With his finger pointing, Rick scans the room, puzzled at why one of his men is not stripped down, but dressed in uniform, "you don't work for me?"
Of medium height, wide-shouldered, wearing a navy uniform, patches proclaiming Frascaro Electric, he answer Rick, "nope. Don't. I was informed you were having a meeting down here," he exhales, "and I tell ya, if this is the dress code, I'm submitting my application tomorrow!"
Rick then addresses the mid-eastern man, recognizing the accent as Persian, or part of that world, "I don't just take any Tom, Dick or Harry off the street, y'know, but if you strip down, there would be no harm in an on-the-spot interview?"
"Um, grateful for the opportunity, but I'm on the clock and need to check the wiring down here, to make sure it can pass inspection next week."
Rick just stood there, thinking if this was a man in his employ and knowing he had an important job to do, only to cave in, strip down, "no problem. Maybe you can come back during your lunch hour and my secretary can take your information, um?"
Holding out a hand, he formally introduces himself, after taking the gloves off he wore, "Sebastian Truedough. Nice to meet you Mr. Okley."
No question he was a hot man, even with the clothes on, Rick surely wanted to see more of him, "we don't go by formalities here. Call me Rick."
"Rick it is."
They stood there a moment, staring at each other, until Sebastian says, "I better get going."
Rick says as he cuts through the talkative crowd of men, "see you later for lunch."
Giving Rick a wink, Sebastian dares to say, "I'm sure you'll enjoy it!"
The others catch Sebastian's joke and laugh heartily, the laughing dying down when blushing-Rick says, "who's next to choose out of the fishbowl?"
The fishbowl temporarily lost, they go searching for it.
Rick drifts over by Josh, who says to him, "damn, I'm so hungry I could eat two sausages for lunch!"
Rick, with overtones of being the buttend of Sebastian's joke, says, "just don't get too hard, entering his itinerary into your laptop!"
"That's okay. I'll set my laptop on a table. Wouldn't want to stop Sebastian from seeing how much I care about him!"
Rick had tried undressing Sebastian with his eyes, but looking over and seeing innocent-teen Callum, "hey, how are you liking the board meeting, Callum?"
"It's nice."
"Just, nice?"
A big smile on Callum's face, the nineteen year old says, "well, for one thing, I've never been around so many men. Older men, I mean."
"So," Rick smiles, "us older men are a big turn on for you?"
Callum gets an idea, but is reluctant to share, without getting an idea if it's appropriate, "you mind me asking something?"
Flaiking arms out to the sides, like Rick is trying to flaunt his whole frontal view, "ask me anything. That's what these meeting are for. I don't think there is a question which will get anyone fired. At least no one has had cause to be."
"Ok," Callum says, rubbing sweaty palms together, "here goes."
Rick stands there, arms folded across his middle, waiting, which did nothing to hide his exposed lower anatomy.
"Um," Callum smiles, "before, when you asked me if older men are a turn on for me, well, I was wondering if you meant you in particular, or generally speaking?"
"Interpret as you please."
"Oh wow, then that presents a predicament."
"How so?" Rick questions.
Being put on the spot, Callum feels reluctant, "okay. Here goes, but assure me you're not going to fire me?"
Clicking his teeth, Rick drops both arms, saying, "I thought you were okay with that, but I'm not going to fire you, for whatever you say, okay?"
"Okay. Here goes then. Last night when Tony and me were having sex, instead of picturing Tony sucking me off, your face came up."
"My face came up? Are you saying you were thinking of me, while having sex with Tony, that you weren't thinking of him?"
Callum has the impression like cum stuck in his throat, clearing it, "uh, yeah, I guess that's what I'm saying." Then, realizing Rick likes things to the point, "that's what I'm saying," waves a hand from left to right, "that's exactly what I mean. All I could do is picture your face and...and...then I shot my load!"
More serious than before, Rick says, "well, that's something all right, but I'm just wondering something."
"What's that?"
"You said you Tony jerked you off while you were picturing my face. I just wonder."
"What's that?"
"Being you've seen the rest of me, naked today, do you think you'd be pumping gallons instead of quarts?"
Then Rick was whacked out of his gourd as Callum approaches.
"Hey, you never know how it could have gone."
The think that made Rick go bug-eyed, Callum dared to take his cock in his hand, to drive his point across.
"Wow, you're pretty hard now. My question is, was that because of me or Sebastian?"
"Hmm, there's only one way to find out?"
"Are you inviting me and Sebastian to your place tonight?"
Rick hadn't a clue what he was going to do, awarding Callum, "you're brilliant!"
"Of course Tony's coming with me."
"Of course," Rick says.
Figuring he has Rick in his corner pocket, "and do you think Tommy Rossi can come? I like hairy guys."
"I'm not hairy enough for you?"
Like before, Rick reveals his whole bod.
"Tommy's not for me. I think him and Tony could have a good time together."
Rick loved the idea, saying, "damn, when they made you, I wonder if they broke the mold!"
"What mold?"
"Never mind. It's something my father used to say. Old school."
"So, I guess I'll leave here and go home with you and you can give Tony your address to follow us later."
Rick wonders, "you have this all planned out?"
"No. I'm just piecing it together as I think about it."
"I like how you think."
"Thanks," Callum flashes that innocent teen smile.
Rick loved standing there speaking with Callum. It gave him ample time to allow eyes to gaze upon the teen, yet get a feel for what he is about.
When Rick doesn't respond, like saying, 'you're welcome' or other gratuitous phrase, Callum picks up the slack, "well, I'm guessing that I've passed one of your tests."
"One of my tests?" Rick acts perplexed, taking on that nervous stature, arms folded across his midchest region, right under his fuzzy nips.
"You don't have to play games with me, Ricky, I know very well why you like to stand there and talk to me."
His left arm lifted, a finger placed to his chin, Rick says, "whatever do you mean, Callum?"
Smiling, Callum with a bit of mischief, takes baby steps forward. He doesn't need a visual, only the sensual, the tip of his 7c making fleshy contact with his new boss.
Almost like a gut punch to his midsection, Rick steps back, addressing the nineteen year old collegiate, "Callum Brentwood! What the hell do you think you're doing?"
Rick also peruses the room, noticing the others all wrapped up in the next guy in line to fish out of the bowl. He draws in a sigh of relief.
Frankly, Callum didn't know what the followup should be, thinking that if he went with a gut reaction, instead of a planned assault of words or deeds, he would have lost his nerve.
Being that he reacted to his inner inhibitions, willing him to make a sexual connection, he says, "I'm not sorry for my actions, if you're looking for an apology?"
Taking up the same pose, crossing arms over his upper abs, Callum stands there, waiting for Rick's comeback.
At first aghast, maybe even a bit appalled at Callum's prank, if in a different environment, it could be grounds for termination, any employee sexually confronting another. With the power to hire and fire, Rick would have to outweigh the situation, the man, "now that's a shame," the thirty-one year old exec says. Not which he thought at all Callum would be put in this position, he confronts, "what a shame. I thought it could be interesting to have you on your knees in apology!"
He giggles, showing he's not serious.
However, Callum was not having the same reaction, "you're serious about that? Like, that's how you treat all your employees who oppose you?"
Having a feeling of being provoked, Rick stands his ground, protecting his upper eschelon status, "of course not." He steps within 'touching' distance, "what do you take me for?"
Different subjects seem to cross here, those of business with a mix of pleasure.
Callum smirks, "it's for certain, one thing."
"What's that?"
"An observation," Callum gets technical.
"Yes?"
"I'm glad you agree, that since you've been talking with me, your cock has gone from flaccid to raging hard?"
At least that's the word Callum has perceived, watching all those gay porn vid's, men get their 'rage' on!
Rick couldn't deny the pangs of wanting to poke has been with him since chatting with his newest employee, but to turn the tables, "and you?"
"I knew I was hard when I tried to get your attention. Like, how otherwise would I have been able to activate your sword?"
"Oh, so you want to do battle?"
If Callum kept on this track of thinking, "not here though. I mean, it'd be quite obvious how we've provoked each other, with my shaft erupting and splattering all over your pubes?"
Staring Callum in the eyes, "I think you've been watching too many porn movies, but I will agree," Rick only split-seconds to think about it, "if we want to prove anything to each other, it should be done in a more private location."
Being forward with Rick, something he found out he could induce without retribute, Callum says, "my dorm room can be not at all private, so it'll have to be your house."
Whether it was deemed right or wrong, at this point, Callum having presented the opportunity, Rick feels cornered, yet willing to concede, "how about right after the meeting, that is if you don't have class?"
"Nope," Callum stands there with a smug smile on his face.
Thinking Callum had it in the bag, the job, the conversation, the feelings of him surrendering to a young man's whims, whatever the case, right now Rick was feeling good about himself, about the possibility that an evening alone with a college man, that it could go beyond the sanctity of job compromise, or the rare possibility he could ever find love, "then it's settled. You'll go home with me."
"Are you asking me or telling me?"
One step ahead this time, Rick says, "I'm inviting you!"
"How long are you going to give me before I make up my mind?"
"Silly boy," Rick quips, "you did that a long time ago!"
Callum's jaw drops slightly, before turning into a grin, "yeah, I suppose subliminally, you found me out."
Purposely to interrupt, Josh comes over, dividing the two, "um, the guys want to know if you've scored?"
"Scored?" Rick says, walking back to the group, Josh at his side, Callum behind, but circling around to standing behind Steve.
A feeling of someone being behind his back, Steve says, "hey, if you need someplace to stash that?"
Steve was expecting some snappy reply, instead Callum, who, after watching dozens of porn flicks, could've said something with a joking spin to it, "don't you hold anything sacred, Steve?"
Watching Callum leave and migrate through the masses of nakedness, Steve then realizes he's let his guard down, which also, with disappointment in his thoughts, makes his shaft shrivel up some.
"Hey, Steve, is it?"
From one, onto the next, Steve turns around, "Steve it is," and having paid attention to everything happening about him, keen on details, "and you are, Luca, if I'm right?"
"Right," Luca smiles. "I don't know if this fits..."
Steve, already paying attention to detail, has eyed Luca's flaccid shaft, of ample proportions, "hey, I'd love to try it on?!"
"No, not talking about that, though, all that stuff about liking smelly pits, I'm not an authority on the subject, but does that fit into the bdsm category?"
"Hell yeah, you into kink?"
"No, not me, but my dad, he's gay and has a partner and they're into it."
"Oh man, you've just made my gay-day," Steve laughs!
"Only because my dad and I have had a father and son talk about their relationship, it's that I've found out they like to have parties, involving such and if you want, I could pass the word that you're interested, if you are?"
Steve could tell Luca was nervous, talking about the subject, "sure. I'd love to get tied up or down by your dad."
"Well, it's not that simple."
"Oh," Steve questions, perhaps showing disappointment, "how does that go?"
"My dad will meet you in a public place, then it proceeds from there."
With two things on his mind, one of them, 'problem half-solved', Steve says, "so, is it official, you're on the payroll now?"
"I am, as of today," Luca says and to dispell any rumor, "and I'm not interested things my father is into and I already have a boyfriend."
Steve would be happy settling with the father, but certainly it went unsaid, how he'd love to have Luca drilling his ass, "so, your dad, how do I get in touch with him?"
"You leave your cell number with me and after I describe you and your interest, he'll think about giving you a call back."
Steve's eyes pop up, "dam, I hope I've given you a good sales pitch!"
"Oh, dad doesn't go on what I have to say about it," but being Steve looked kind of hot, masses of dark fur covering him, "but I'll put in a good word!"
Suddenly, all ears were attuned to the blasting of club music.
Moving about, fists pumping to the beat, stepping each leg in opposite motion, worked, magnificent pecs jumping up and down and with music ruling, Tommy can't help but take up more than he's alloted on the dancefloor spacing, his back bumping into Steve's chest.
It wasn't the music, yet the beat infectious, to a guy who can beat the pants off any match, not literally, but when Tommy turns from back to front, Steve was glad he didn't have to coax the pants off him.
Apologizing, Tommy says, "my bad, Steve."
Doing the same kind of dancing, balls bopping to the beat, Steve responds to Tommy's swaying hips, "I like you're bad!"
"Oh? Well, if you really knew my 'bad', you might not be so eager, Steve!"
Both laughed, the music becoming second nature for their attraction to each other. In between working for Okley hardware, the gym was Tommy and Steve's kingdom. Some gym guys loved stealing glances at them, to pick up tips on how they managed to keep their chests tight.
Some found hairy chests and stomachs a turn on.
If gay, patrons would stalk Tommy and Steve's crotches. Of themselves, exercises like deep knee bends could stir up some action. Eyes on hot guys could double that sensation. If they were lucky, the dude might forget to wear underwear and something erotic could trickle out the leg opening!
Steve had to get off this 'bad' subject or else risk showing the whole room how certain themes could trigger his pleasure center, "you go to the gym, Tommy?"
Slowly, wanting to go verbal, without all the twists, turns and arm-pumping, and the drone beat, their dance steps slowed, moving from the middle of the room to where the board meeting table sat folded against the wall.
Others went back to the fishbowl for more scraps of paper, the former round having served its purpose, Tommy the lucky winner, picking a dance partner from the crowd of men, danced his dance with Hiro and now gave his attention to Steve.
"Mike's gym, but I haven't seen you there and surely you didn't get that muscled bod from vitamins!'
Both had a giggle from that, Steve saying, "Planet Muscles, but now think it a crying shame I didn't cash in on that free 7-day pass to Mike's."
They both wallowed in the fact, but also have developed some alike attractions, as hands begin to couple up. Right before Tommy forces a kiss on Steve, "I'd like to explore what 'bad' could mean for both of us."
Steve didn't know what that mean, but holding Tommy's hands and drawing their bods together, the kiss sure did taste sweet. Eventually their hands, coupled at the hips, began to play with each other!
Just as they were getting sweet on each other lips, all activity is brought to a halt, "everyone, I need your attention?"
Josh knew how to make this shrieking whistle, which could rise above any noise. When anyone heard it, they would turn to the instigator, which had all eyes on Josh's bod. Not only the source of the whistle, but they gave 'the old man' the courtesy of checking out the muscle-bear's dark brown bod.
After forming the whistle attention calling, which requires the use two index fingers, those two digits are then pointed in Rick's direction, "we need your attention over here!"
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