It was just a joke. Just us shit-talking and goofing around. One thing I liked most about Alec was his ability to be so out of pocket.
On the way to the meeting that morning, I did my best to put any inappropriate thoughts of Alec out of my head so I could perform. I couldn’t be on top of my game if I was side-eyeing my boss, filling my head with horny static when I was supposed to be laser-focused on our potential clients.
Besides, even if part of me acknowledged Alec was objectively attractive, he wasn’t the kind of guyIfound hot. Okay, I did, unfortunately, think he was hot, but not in the jerk-off-thinking-about sort of way.
Our waiter was more my type, slim, high-pitched voice and a little flouncy. He’d look fantastic on the end of my cock. Not Alec. I couldn’t even see him giving head, let alone bouncing in my lap. Or letting me hold him against the wall while I tried to nail him through it. Which were some of my most potent fantasies when thinking about guys.
No, the truth was, I might’ve found him hot, but he was untouchable. For all the practical reasons, like him being my boss and a married straight man, but also the physical. We wouldn’t mesh well. The most we’d end up doing is jerking off next to each other, neither wanting to cede control or reach out to touch the other. That isn’t a fantasy I could cultivate. By the time we were at dinner, whatever infatuation I had with Alec that morning had waned.
Waned, not vanished. As I considered if Alec was touching himself under the hot water, I got hard under the covers. If Alec was getting off in the shower, why couldn’t I? I was pent the fuck up. It would take me all of twenty seconds to blow. Why not slip my hand into my briefs and take care of my need…
No. No fucking way. That was too weird. Not only would there be HR repercussions if he caught me, but it made me feel gross. Alec was busting my balls, saying shit after a few bourbons to get a rise out of me.Notthat kind of rise.
I grabbed my phone off the nightstand and opened my favorite gay dating app,Flare. I liked that one more than the others because all the locations were obscure. You could use GPS to find guys, choose your location yourself, make it known, or keep it private. Perfect for my incognito needs.
I had never, and would never, meet a random man for sex. I’d never sleep with another man, period. But I liked the attention. That app was full of guys who felt the same. Swap some pics, have them call me daddy or sir, command them to do things to get me hard. Then we both nut and fall asleep happy.
Endless blank profiles filled my screen—my bread and butter. Easy to talk to. Not into meeting up, but down for nudes and dirty talk. I sent “hey” to a few of them. I liked collecting chats when I was away. Sometimes, I’d find one who just got it. It was like sowing seeds for when I was home and in the mood. It felt safer knowing they were far away, would never want to meet, and knew no one I did.
Before I got a response, Alec cracked the bathroom door to let out the steam. I was too focused on my “hey” seedlings to notice the water shutting off. From my position, I could see into the bathroom via the long wall mirror, and the mirror above the sink. I only looked for an instant. Just catching movement in the corner of my eye.
What I saw had me rolling over, wide-eyed and raging hard. Alec had one foot on the toilet, drying his leg. His bits swung freely as he did so. What a set he had on him. Big fucking nuts that hung lower in the warmth than mine ever had, and a long, thick, soft cock nestled nicely on top. Alec might not like to trim his body hair, but it looked like he tended his bush. What could have been a jungle was neatly trimmed. All swaying back and forth as he dried his leg.
I’d never been so affected by such a quick glance in my life. My heart raced. I could feel my pulse in my dick, and the wet spot at the tip as I lay on top of it. It was a struggle not to grind it into the mattress.
I pretended to be asleep when he came out. It took me a long time to pass out. I knew I’d have to wake up early for a long shower come the morning. There was no way I could sit next to him on a flight with balls that blue if I didn’t.
Chapter Three
Alec and I went right from the airport to the office the next day. We didn’t need to rush, but he insisted. He had this irrational fear of being late. It was a Friday, and by 10:30, no one had done a damn thing. Not a call. Not an email. Not an open laptop in the whole department. Instead, we bullshitted. Another reason I loved working there.
We were arguing about fantasy football. No one was yelling or getting upset, just giving each other shit. The number two sales rep, Lisa Sullivan, had won the league the last three years. To some reps, winning the fantasy league mattered more than earning the title of top sales representative.
Lisa was charismatic, attractive, and could be anywhere from twenty-five to forty-five years old. She let out a long, breathy laugh. “That’s why we’ll never see your name near mine or Alec’s on the year-end sales goals. You’re shit at picking marks.”
“Fuck off, bro. I get the shittiest leads here, and I’m still only a few places below you,” Luke, a Sr. Rep. a few years older than me, responded.
“Oh honey, you could only wish to be below me,” Lisa said, causing the gathered group to laugh. Then, she decimatedhim with, “And we get our own leads. If yours are shitty, what does that say about you?”
That was typical banter for the FinCrest sales crew, but far from normal anywhere else I’d worked. Luke may have been a Sr. Rep., but Lisa was considered his superior since she’d been there longer. Telling anyone to fuck off would be unheard of when I sold toilets. Then again, what she said would’ve caused an HR intervention.
“Not all of them!” Luke said, laughing with everyone else. “You know what I mean!”
Alec put his hand on Luke’s shoulder. “Nah, man. Gonna give this one to Lisa.”
Luke wasn’t mad, and Lisa wasn’t preening maliciously. I couldn’t say it was the healthiest working environment, but it was a hell of a lot of fun.
“Fucking laugh it up, jackasses,” Luke said with a funny face. “We’ve got a sit down with Compact Communications next week. And when we score that deal, you’ll be begging to kiss my ass.” He turned to Lisa, “Are you okay being beneath me? Or is Alec the only one allowed to top you?”
Alec and Lisa exchanged a glance before the group erupted with questions. Compact Communications, or CompComm, was legendary in our little corner of the financial software world.
With eighty thousand employees worldwide, CompComm was a giant, B2B, communication infrastructure conglomerate that used finance software from the 2000s. For such a large company to not be in bed with Intuit, Oracle, or even Microsoft was unthinkable. The rumor was their Chief Financial Officer, a famously crotchety old guy who didn’t like change, once used a program in the ’90s that glitched out and caused a seven-figure error. They were our micro-industry’s white whale.
Alec’s voice dropped an octave, and set his brow firm. “Meeting as in a pitch, or are you having lunch with someone’s admin?”
Luke’s face paled. “Well, she’s the admin for the new VP of Global Technology. She said she could get us a spot on her calendar. And if we’re as good as we say, and undercut Oracle enough, she thinks her boss can force the CFO’s hand.”
I felt bad for Luke. He was a good guy and a blast at happy hour, but he should’ve kept his mouth shut. The group burst into laughter. Among the accusations of trying to sleep with this admin, who was a grandmother, his ability to sell water in a desert was called into question.
