The flame from the single candle on the table seemed to sway back-and-forth with the music. I stared at the couples on the dance floor. The room was so dark it took some time for it to register in my mind that I was looking at men holding, caressing and dancing with boy's who were half their age, maybe younger.
"Johnny, sit closer to me," I heard Mr. Steele say.
We were sitting in a semi-circular booth. He was against the back wall. I slid over until I was close to him, but still a comfortable distance separated our legs.
His deep voice gave off a melodic, soft laugh. It was a friendly laugh; I liked the rich baritone of his voice. I felt his arm go around my shoulder.
"Closer Johnny, I want you right next to me," he said.
I moved to him until our thighs were touching. My heart began beating faster. His hand squeezed my shoulder and began a soft rubbing on the back of my neck.
He leaned close to me and said, "Good boy."
I inwardly bristled when he said 'boy' – I'm a man, dammit – I turned twenty-one just last week.
I took a large swallow of the wine he'd ordered for us and began coughing. I didn't like the taste of it but I certainly couldn't tell him.
He laughed again and his hand began a more insistent massaging of my neck.
This was all very, very strange to me. I had no clue as to why he invited me to his club.
Sure, as the mailboy for his company I'd seen and spoken with him many times for the past two-and-a-half years, but it was always small talk and he'd never shown the slightest interest in me or my job performance.
Like I said, this was very, very strange.
"You know, son," he began talking. "You've been working for me for over two years now and I've followed your progress in the mailroom. You've come a long way. I think you might be ready for a promotion. Would you be interested in more responsibility and more money?"
"Ah, I...ah, yes, I would...what job do you have in mind?" I stammered. His hand on my neck was so gentle and it felt so good it distracted me.
"Well, son...I'm in need of a new personal assistant...do you remember Roger?" he asked.
I nodded.
"He served me well and I sent him off to college – I'm paying his full tuition and his room and board – plus he's still on my payroll and receives enough money to buy some luxuries...I'm thinking of you for that position. Would you like to be my personal assistant?"
"I-I don't know - what would I have to do?" I said, even though I fully understood what Roger's 'responsibilities had been.
A cold shiver ran up my spine.
One of my duties as a mailboy was to deliver mail to all of the departments in the company. That was my favorite thing to do. I heard all of the juicy gossip. People told me all sorts of strange stories as though I was a psychiatrist or bartender. I felt honored they trusted me enough to tell me these things.
The worst kept secret in the company was that Roger was Mr. Steele's 'butt-boy'. I was so naïve that one day Maggie in accounting had to explain it to me.
"Johnny, they're both gay," she'd said, "I think you can figure out what being Mr. Steele's 'butt-boy' means...."
"Well, son," said Mr. Steele. "You will take care of my scheduling, travel plans, you'll run errands for me, but best of all – you'll accompany me on all of my trips, and you should know that I travel quite often...does that sound like something you would be interested in pursuing?"
I was keenly aware of what he was asking of me. I didn't know how to react. Should I be angry that he thought I was gay? Should I get out of the club and leave him sitting there?
Suddenly, his other hand began lightly stroking my thigh. He gently pulled my head closer to him and I felt his hot breath in my ear. His tongue slowly darted in and out of my ear. My penis stiffened in my trousers.
"Johnny," he whispered in my ear. "I find you very attractive...you are one hot and sexy boy...."
Pre-cum stained the front of my bikini briefs. When his hand completely encircled my erection and squeezed it hard I cried out and nearly came in my pants.
"You respond well," he said, releasing me and sitting back. "I think you'll make an excellent 'personal assistant'."
My head was reeling with uncertainty and confusion. I had never 'been with' another guy, but I never dismissed the possibility from my mind either.
I'd had sex with a couple girls and easily admitted to myself I was not much of a lover. In fact, I more or less considered myself a 'non-sexual' – I could take it or leave it.
Mr. Steele sensed my apprehension and tried to put me at ease.
"You know, Johnny," he said. "I would never force you to do anything you didn't want to do...."
"No – no, it's not that," I said quickly. "It's just that...well, I've never done anything with a guy before...I don't know what to do...."
I heard his beautiful laugh and he put his arm around me again.
He kissed me on the cheek. His big hand took hold of my much smaller hand.
There I was: sitting in an odd, but interesting club, sitting close to my boss and holding his hand and it didn't repulse or sicken me.
He took my hand and lowered it to the front of his slacks until I felt his erection. He pressed my hand firmly on his cock and told me to stroke it with my fingers. I did as I was told.
I ran my fingers and hand the full length of his long erection. My breath caught in my throat when I realized I loved the feel of his hard cock pressing against my hand. My own penis throbbed inside my briefs.
"I will teach you everything you'll need to know," he whispered in my ear.
Suddenly I realized his hand was no longer on mine, and that I was stroking his cock on my own.
He turned my face to his and kissed me on the lips. He had surprisingly soft lips; it wasn't at all what I thought kissing a man would be like. The kiss made my heart flutter.
"Johnny, you are the sweetest boy I've ever met," he said gazing into my eyes. "Is it all right if I call you 'Sweetie'?"
His words warmed my heart. Nobody had ever said anything so nice to me. I loved receiving his full attention.
"I think I'd like that," I said softly.
He kissed me hard, taking my breath away then pulled back.
"Sweetie," he said, "open my slacks and take out my cock, okay?"
His words stunned me. How could he say such a thing to someone he barely knew?
