After graduating from college with an engineering degree, my first job was with a large telecommunications manufacturer that sold phone systems all over the world. I quickly moved up in the company. Even though, just in my mid twenties, I was becoming the "go to" guy, when it came to troubleshooting problems with our systems. Especially those with high profile customers and critical installations. I thought things were going great, then one day my boss, Erich, and the president of the company, Tom, called me into the office.
"Peter, we just wanted to tell you, you're doing a great job," said Tom, the President of the company. "We do have one little thing to ask."
That little statement perked my ears up and whatever it was, it didn't sound good to me.
"Our customers tell us you always solve the problems we send you to fix. But they also say things like, you're too serious, sometimes distant, even aloof. We'd just like you to learn to relax a little," said Tom.
"I'm sorry, I admit once I begin troubleshooting a problem, I just can't focus on anything else but the solution. But I'll try."
"OK, OK, it's not a demand. We just want you to work on your customer relationships a little." He slid an envelope across the desk to me. "Open it up and look Peter."
I opened the envelope and grinned with surprise. One was a bonus check for twenty-five hundred dollars and the other was notifying me of another large pay increase. I looked at both men and said the only thing I could think of, "Thanks."
"No problem son, you deserve it. And you lucked out, because your next assignment is Bill Kirk , one our largest customers in the West. He's a serious guy too, so he won't be pressuring you to be friendly. Now off you go." said Tom.
The next day I was on a plane to Denver. I arrived and picked up my rental car, then went to my hotel. I checked in and it was still fairly early, so I went to the customer's place to let them know I was in town.
The girl at the front desk asked me to go right in the owner's office when I checked in there.
Seated at a large wooden desk was a man in maybe his sixties. "Hi, I'm Bill Kirk." He stood and held out his hand to shake.
"Peter, Peter Brantley." I shook his hand and he sat back down motioning for me to sit also.
"I'm sorry for staring," he said. "I didn't realize you were so young. Your bosses told me you were their best engineer so I assumed you'd be older."
"That's OK, I get that a lot when I travel to customer sites."
He explained the problem they were having with one of their customers who owned several systems all tied together over a large telecommunications wide area network. From his description of the problem I already had a good idea how to solve the problem.
I went back to my room and worked out in the hotel's exercise room, then ate an early dinner and retired to my room.
The next morning I went to one of the customer's sites and after about two hours and some re-programming the job was finished and the problem I'd been sent to fix was solved.
I went back to Bill's office to let him know everything had been solved and his customer was happy. It was close to lunch, so he offered to take me to lunch where we mostly talked business. During lunch, a couple of times while talking, Bill would touch my arm or wrist when he would say something. I'm sure for him it was innocent, and just a way to get my attention when he said something he thought was important. But every time he did that it almost felt electric to me, my whole body feeling it. Especially my cock.
"So Peter, Tom tells me you're also a computer guru, along with being a telecommunications guru?"
"I know a little about them."
I learned early in my career the word guru could get you in trouble, especially if you started believing it. I always felt it was best to remain modest.
"Perhaps when we get back to the office you can look at mine? It's been acting strange, locking up and going to the wrong web page sometimes."
"Sure"
We got back from lunch and he left me alone in his office with his PC, while he went to a Friday afternoon staff meeting. I ran some quick checks and realized he had some type of virus. I removed it. Always curious about files on computers, I poked around in Bill's PC. I noticed he had a bunch of hidden files but he didn't make them password protected or secure, so anyone could look at them. Most were photos and when I opened them up I noticed they were of naked men. Many of them young men in their twenties, about my age. They were in all styles of poses from just standing, to some with a cock in their mouth. Some were younger and older men kissing. I felt myself getting excited. And without thinking, my hand touched the growing bulge in my dockers.
Bill walked in and startled me. I quickly closed the photos before he walked around his desk. I was hoping he wouldn't look at my crotch as I got out of his chair, so he could sit down at his desk.
"Did you fix it?"
"Yes, you had a virus on your hard drive."
"Great!"
He started moving his mouse and that's when I noticed I'd forgot to close one of the photos. He clicked on it and it opened. It was a picture of an older man kissing a younger man and he had the younger man's hard cock in his hand. His jaw dropped as he looked back at me.
