“You are. I’m just saying it’s your whole deal right now, man. You’re not acting like an idiot, and if I didn’t know you, I’d never pick up on it, but I can tell you had a few whiskeys at the bar.”
Did Alec know me that well? I’d known him for two months. I couldn’t remember his wife’s name. But also, why was he saying that?
“I did, yeah. They’ve got good shit here.”
“Bet they do,” Alec said with a look I couldn’t place.
Soon after, our coworkers came back from the bathroom. Alec didn’t mention my drunkenness again. The next time I went to get a drink, I looked for Ernesto to apologize, but he was gone.
In the cab on the way home, I pulled up Flare and looked for Ernesto. I couldn’t find him. I sighed. Maybe I was a bigger dick than I realized. Or maybe he found someone else to fuck his ass so hard he’d be sore for a week.
I browsed the app. Most of the same profiles I’d seen before. And the smattering of blanks. I was looking forward to getting home and busting a load to be done with this several-day-long lust for guys.
A blank profile messaged me, and I responded in kind. We traded messages back and forth until I got home. Once I did, I crawled into bed and sent the dude a picture of my cock covered in cum. He didn’t return the favor.
Chapter Four
There were three types of trips in my field. The shortest, a single night to give a pitch. The longest were expos and conferences, which could last a week. But the middle—a few nights for launching a new customer’s services, or various pitches in the same city—were my favorite.
Alec and I were on our third middle trip, and the first launch of service—for the same company we closed on our initial trip together. It was exciting, even if it meant sitting in a stuffy conference room for hours on end with shit all to do.
We'd been on countless single-night trips in the months since. Having a travel-heavy job was better than expected. I’d have been a travel influencer if I were a different person. Who knows, I still might. But I loved how well Alec and I worked together, not just on the job. Our habits and eccentricities meshed well with each other.
My attraction to him didn’t go away, but it was muted. I still thought he was hot and would peek when I got the chance, and so did he, but I wasn’t lusting after my boss anymore. The impracticality and overall impossibility of it got to me. Alex was my boss, not a jerk off fantasy. How could I expect to master anything if I couldn’t master myself?
However, my trip to Dudetown was longer than expected. I got the urge to flirt with a guy and send dick picks more over those few months than the prior few years combined. Or I’d flip the little gender switch on a porn site. Since that first trip with Alec, almost all of my masturbatory fantasies involved men.
We were back in the hotel where it all started, in an identical room. It didn’t hit me until we got ready for bed after our late night flight. Alec and I wore underwear to bed and changed in front of each other daily in the field. So, I thought nothing of him stripping down to his boxer briefs to slip under the covers.
Time stood still as I watched Alec drop his sweats and kick them towards his bag, and shed his T-shirt with both hands. He scratched the hair on his belly, staring at the bathroom, maybe considering if he was too tired to brush his teeth, before getting in bed with a humph.
Once he was under the covers, I was hard under mine. And stayed that way throughout the night. I dreamt about Alec submitting to me. Not fawning and begging, but doing what I told him. Sucking my cock like a goddamn master before I pounded him into the shitty hotel mattress like I was trying to break it.
I woke up on my stomach and ground my steel-hard cock into the sheets. It felt so good, and was in such need of release, that I had to stop myself from moaning. I contracted my hips again, ready to feel the pleasure, but stopped. There was a non-zero chance I’d be tempted to play with it, and that was a hard line I’d never cross.
The only way to get rid of unwanted morning wood without ejaculating was to take a piss. But Alec’s bed was between me and the bathroom, and he woke up earlier than I did. I didn’t want to flaunt my hard on in front of him. My undies are small and tight, and I’m blessed enough that flipping it up inmy waistband would expose half my boner, but I’d have to risk it. Being caught with some morning wood was better than jerking off or peeing the bed.
I rearranged my cock as best I could and got up. My luck held. Alec was still asleep. Just as I passed him, he said, “Mason? What time is it?”
I stopped to answer. “Not even five. You’re good.”
Alec needs glasses, but never wears them. Even in the dim light through the drawn curtains, I saw him find the obscene log of my erection stretching up to my hip. I continued to the bathroom, but I was so hard, it pulled the tight waistband away from my pelvis, and he knew I caught him staring.
When he spoke, he had the appropriate amount of laughter and mild disgust that a guy is supposed to have when accidentally confronted with their subordinate’s erect penis.
“Go fucking piss man. Jesus.” He laughed again as I disappeared into the bathroom. “Almost poked my damn eye out with that thing.”
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It was the second time I had been to that restaurant for almost the same reason. Since I had been crucial in closing the client, Alec let me lead the product deployment. It went very well, according to him.
“Just over half a year, and you know the product like the back of your hand. Well fucking done, Mason. One hundred percent fucking effort.” Alec clinked his whiskey to mine. “Or, you bullshitted so good you had me fooled.” We both laughed.
“Here’s to hoping you don’t find out until it doesn’t matter,” I said, clinking his glass again.
Alec laughed harder than he needed to and shook his head.
The steak was better than the last time, and so was the company. Knowing Alec for half a year, I felt like I could let my guard down around him more. They say a new employee hits their stride at the six-month mark, but from how Alec and I were carrying on, you’d think we’d worked together for decades.
