CHAPTER I
I was sat in a busy bar, although I had a full suit on I had taken off my tie and unbuttoned the top button for more comfort. I was tired, but I couldn't take the smile off my face. A long day of meetings with a potential new client but it paid off in the end.
I had just signed on a big new client that will bring in a lot of money for the company my wife and I started nearly 8 years ago. We were only 30 when we started it, and to be honest neither of us expected it to go as well as it had.
Now we knew the whole don't mix family with business but for us it just worked. So when we started a sales company in the steel industry we just worked together well. In only a year we grew large enough to have 10 staff members.
Anyway, I was sat at a table, celebratory drink my hand. I had just gotten off of the phone to Harriet to let her know they have signed the contract and I was just going to have the one and then go home.
I didn't even realise how late it was, already nearly 10pm.
The bar was buzzing with life of all sorts of people. Music was blaring and although I wasn't one to go on the dance floor, I enjoyed watching all the half dressed girls dancing there. What, I would never sleep with another woman, but I was allowed to look!
Then, someone else caught my eye.
Right in the middle, on their own was a young man.
I can't explain it, but something about him just dragged my attention.
He wasn't that tall, maybe 5 foot 9, skinny looking thing. He also wore very, very tight jeans and a tight white t-shirt. He could almost pass for a girl with that body. He also had medium length blonde hair that swayed as he danced.
And his dancing, although it was nothing sexual, the way he swayed his hips had me entranced. His ass that was hugged tightly by his jeans, I couldn't take my eyes off of him.
Now I can honestly say that in my entire life I had never had a thought about a man in that way, but something about the way this guy moved just had me hooked.
I must've been watching him for 15 minutes, completely enthralled with the way his body swung. His arms lifted into the air and with it, his shirt rose and I got to see his smooth, flat stomach.
Occasionally when he turned around I saw his face. I knew he had to be at least 18 to get into the bar but his face looked younger, so smooth!
I was your regular man's man. 6 foot , muscular from going the gym 4 times a week. I had dark black hair all over me and a smart and tamed beard. Pretty much the opposite to this guy.
As I watched his body move to the music I suddenly noticed the tent in my trousers.
Wait a sec, am I getting turned on by watching a guy?
As I thought about that, I realised he had locked eyes on me.
My heart stopped.
I knew I should turn and look away, or even act like I wasn't looking at him, but I couldn't. He kept swaying his girl like hips in such a seductive way that I ended up just staring at him as he stared at me. Then he flashed me a smile and my cock twitched in my trousers.
He very seductively reached out a hand and pointed for me to join him. But that sort of shocked me back to reality.
What the hell am I doing?!
I downed the last few drops of my beer and quickly exited the bar. Jumping into a taxi and going home.
Although as I sat there, looking out the window into the night sky my mind was wandering.
Why was I watching him dance? There were so many beautiful women there, why did he get my attention?
Even after the 20 minute taxi home my cock had not gone down. Then when I entered our house and realised that Harriet was asleep, I thought I'd take the opportunity to get some self release.
Harriet and my sex life was pretty good, considering we had been married for a long time. But I knew better than to wake her up this late just to try and have sex with her.
So I slipped into the downstairs bathroom and started to read a few lesbian stories on literotica. I couldn't put porn on and risk her hearing it.
Fishing out my 6 inch cock, I slowly stroked it as I read about two girls fucking each other. But as I stroked, I realised I wasn't even reading the words on my phone, I was thinking about that guy.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
I couldn't do it, there was no way I was actually going to wank whilst thinking about a guy! So I reluctantly put my cock away and went to bed with my wife.
Then 2 weeks passed, sure, that guy occasionally came into my head but I saw that as a momentary blip in my otherwise strictly hetro life.
I was sat in the office, reading through my work emails when Harriet knocked on the door. Our office was pretty big and her and I had separate ones to ourselves.
"Hey, you got a minute?" She asked, poking her head through the crack in the door. Her long, black hair falling down, a mix of smart and sexy at the same time.
"Sure, come in." I said and sat back.
Harriet walked in, she was dressed in a pencil black skirt and a white blouse. Again, smart and sexy, and then sat down opposite me.
"We have the new person starting today, do you want to do the induction?" She asked.
Oh yeah, we've got a new employee.
Now, except for Harriet, our office was only men. We didn't purposefully do it like that, it's just in our industry we only really had men apply for the jobs.
We did have a young, beautiful woman once, however another guy in the sales team made a few crude comments to her which led to her leaving and suing us! Something I did not want to happen again. A lot of sales companies near us had a bad reputation for that kind of thing and I didn't want to get seen like them.
"Erm, yeah, sure." I told her.
"I can do it if you're busy?" She asked.
"No, sorry, it's fine," I said with a smile, "when will he be here?"
"He's actually in the reception now." She told me.
"Perfect, what's his name again?" I asked.
"Erm, Carl Smith." Harriet replied and stood up.
"Carl Smith, okay, I'll be out in a sec." I told her.
I couldn't stop myself from watching my wife's toned ass as she left my office.
Finishing off a quick email, I stood up and went to the reception.
Okay, quick induction, this guy can't be any worse than our last employee,
I sighed to myself. Remembering Hank, the guy who fell asleep on his first day!
As I opened the door to the reception and saw the man sat on the sofa waiting for me, my heart nearly jumped out of my chest.
What the fuck!
It was him! The guy from the bar! That was dancing!
Come on, what are the fucking chances?!
He looked up at me and I just prayed that he didn't recognise my face. It was a dark bar and a couple of weeks ago to be fair.
Then he smiled, that smile that made my cock flinch. His blonde hair was combed smartly to the side and he was wearing a navy blue suit. It wasn't like the tight, sexy outfit he wore at the bar, but you could clearly see he was a skinny lad. Even up close he looked young still.
"Hi, you must be Mr Taylor?" He said and stood up to shake my hand.
I got a glimpse at his eyes, they sone light blue. It was like looking into ocean as I looked into his eyes.
Snap out of it!
I thought.
I reached over and shook his small, girl like hand.
"Please, call me Martin, we're not that formal here." I told him.
I had to act like a boss and hopefully, if I didn't raise any suspicions then it would stop him from recognising me.
"I will do," He said and let go of my hand, "thank you again for this great opportunity."
His voice, it was a little high pitched but soft and tender, you could melt just listening to him.
"No problem, I hope you're not afraid of hard work." I joked.
"Not at all, I'm ready to get stuck in." He told me.
