Richard Williams sat in his big leather chair behind an expansive...and expensive-looking... desk. I'd never met or ever even seen him before. Coach Conrad had told me they wanted to talk to me at the company owned by Robbie's dad about the tutoring program. I had been directed to this office by the receptionist. I smiled at the attractive older man as I shook his big strong hand, and then settled into the chair across from him, my bag on my lap. I was mesmerized as I looked into his dark brown eyes.
Richard was a very attractive older man, but looked rather young to have a twenty-something year old son. His modern tailored suit enhanced his toned v-shaped body. His slightly salt-and-pepper hair was parted and gelled back, and what few wrinkles he had were in the very corners of his eyes. He could be as much of a model as his son.
"Very nice to meet you, Kent. I don't get a chance to meet many of Robbie's friends," the older hunk said, giving me a big smile and leaning back in his chair. He rested an elbow on one of the armrests and toyed with a pen in his hand; his other hand, I assume rested in his lap. "I've talked to James Conrad and he says your work with the team has been exemplary. We're...Jim and I, with the other coaches, thinking of expanding the tutoring program to the other teams."
"Thanks, Mr. Williams," I replied, excited this hot older man was giving such great news.
"Call me Rick, please," he responded, shifting his weight in his chair. "We're both adults here." He loosened his tie and unbuttoned the top button of his shirt. "Of course, we'll pay you more..."
"As long as it doesn't start interfering with my studies and all...Rick," I interrupted.
"Oh, no," he said straightening up and leaning forward. "You can continue tutoring but we've discussed putting you in charge of interviewing some others to do the tutoring too. Maybe organizing schedules, paperwork, that kind of thing. No, we don't want to take up all your time. We still need you to help keep Robbie making good grades and all." He gave me a wink.
We talked for awhile about the specifics of the program. I noticed beads of sweat on his forehead. The room had gotten a bit hot.
"Sorry...just a second. I've got to take off this jacket," apologized Rick. He stood up and pulled off his jacket and lightly threw it onto a nearby leather bench below a bookcase filled with books, sports trophies, and various awards. He then pulled off his tie as he stood there. I noticed his trousers were unzipped, just the white of his briefs showing a bit. He pulled at another button on his shirt as he sat back down.
We talked some more, until he looked at his watch.
"Hey, can we continue this on the way downstairs? I'm usually in the gym by this time everyday. It's 'chest day'... and when you get old like me, you can't miss even one workout." He stood up and bent over the desk toward me, his palms flat on the desktop. "Sound good?" He gave me a wide, white-toothed grin. Fuck, he was hot.
"Uhm, sure," I said, grabbing my bag and standing up. I was a bit confused and a bit excited. If nothing else, I might get to see him half-naked.
We walked out of the office to a small elevator marked with a small "private" sign. Rick punched something into a keypad and the doors open. He ushered me in and then followed. He pressed a button and the elevator started. As we traveled down, he pulled his shirt out of his trousers and unbuttoned it. The white t-shirt underneath was molded to his well-built body.
When the elevator stopped we walked out into a bright hallway. Rick pointed to a set of double doors framed by a bank of windows at the end of the hall.
"That's the exit, by the way." He then pointed behind us toward what was the lobby of the business, closed off from us by another set of double doors set in a large wall of windows. "That's access to the lobby and the rest of the building. This is my private area - gym, small apartment, pool.....perks of being the big boss around here," he chuckled.
We approached a blue door and he punched on another keypad. The door opened up into a spotless complete gym. Every workout machine, weights, mirrored walls, carpets...a very nice set up. We walked to the back into a small plush locker room. Rick pointed to a bench and I sat down.
"That fucker, Jimmy Conrad, has told me a lot of good things about you," Rick said with a laugh as he pulled off his t-shirt, revealing a thick hairy chest. "He couldn't say enough good things about you." He pulled off his belt and unbuttoned his trousers before sitting down beside me to take off his shoes and socks. He leaned forward and placed them in the empty cubby hole. "He said I should get to know you a little better." He lifted himself up slightly off the bench and pushed his trousers and briefs off in one go. He roughly folded them and placed them above his shoes and socks. "Whatcha think?" he asked his arm resting on his thigh, his hand dropping in front of a huge dangling cock.
My eyes traveled up and down his fit older body. He could have given Coach Conrad a run for his money. He ran a hand over his furry chest down and over his tight abs to his meaty thigh. His finger caressed the tip of the long fat horse cock lolling against his thigh.
I didn't even think about him being married or even being Robbie's dad or whatever. All I thought about was how much I wanted that big tasty-looking cock.
