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Behind schedule, over budget, and never good enough for the client, status quo for a creative director; that was my situation when Sandra popped unexpected and uninvited into my office.
"Somebody has a crush on you." She chirped.
Looking up with an annoyed glare I said, "What are you talking about?"
"Haven't you noticed that our newest team member, Bradley, stand's up straight, smiles, and is such a brown-noser whenever you are around."
I should fire Sandra I thought, but she is a brilliant copywriter. She is always stirring the pot of office politics. I just shook my head and went back to work. Ignoring her is usually the best response. If you don't take the bait she'll move on...and yes there she goes.
"Don't say I didn't warn you." She said as she smiled and continued on her way.
Bradley, or Brad as he prefers to be called, is a production assistant we just hired. I say "we" because he was hired by one of the firm's partners. He came from a small Christian college. I would not have hired someone with that background for our department, but I wasn't asked. Brad is that partner's nephew, so that's the way it goes. Fortunately he turned out to be a good worker and having an extra person helps.
Difficult as it is to admit, Sandra was right. I had noticed that Brad was doing his best to get-in-good with me. As the boss I appreciate that, at 48 and in a fast paced, high stakes job, the last thing I want is to babysit an employee. For someone right out of college Brad is more mature than you'd expect. I took him to the mandatory "lunch-with-the-boss" at the end of his first week and I actually enjoyed it. He is interesting and quick. We shared many of the same interests including a love of bikes and cycling. I also noticed he had deep blue eyes and kind of a feminine appeal to him. At one point I noticed that he held my gaze a little too long but I just shrugged it off.
The next week I was at a photo shoot in our photographer's studio. My wife and kids left that morning for a trip to visit family. Because it was a photo shoot we all dressed casually. That day I noticed Brad in a different way. I don't know if was because of Sandra's comment or something else but he caught my eye. He was wearing a tight fitting T-shirt and a pair of expensive blue jeans with fancy stitching on the back pockets. For the first time in over twenty years I had a strange feeling that I had not had since my college days. The feeling in my loins and the sight of Brad made me think back to a time I honestly had mostly forgotten.
The summer between my junior and senior year, I spent the break at an artist colony on an island off the coast of Maine. I was honored and excited because the application process for the colonies summer program was highly selective. I was an aspiring painter and this was an amazing opportunity. I became a little less excited after my arrival to discover that most of the artists were men over 50. The few younger women there were unattractive, and that was being charitable at best. At the age of 21 I was perpetually horny and the thought of going all summer without some tail was a bit depressing.
My roommate that summer was another college student named Todd. He was a nice guy and fun to hang around with. Like me he was disappointed in the lack of female prospects. We would complain about our situation and our blue balls. Todd would kid me that at any moment he was going to jump Dorothy, the 70 year old program director.
After the first week, I awoke early in the morning to the unmistakable sound of Todd stroking his tool. This became my regular alarm and it didn't help me to ignore my own morning wood. After a couple of weeks of abstinence and pretending I decided to join Todd in his daily jerk off session.
After the third day of mutual morning "pud pulling," Todd looked over at me and smiled.
We started to talk to each other as we masturbated. At first it was just, "Who are you thinking about, and what does she look like?"
I would joke, "I am thinking of Dorothy and she looks sexy when she picks her boobs up off the floor."
It then progressed to, "How does your cock feel? Are you stroking hard? Are you going to cum?"
After a couple of weeks we were both stroking with our cocks in the open. This was Todd's idea. He said it was to "keep the sheets clean." We would stare at each other's hard dicks as we pumped away. Our beds were only about 20" apart in that tiny cabin. One morning Todd reached over and helped me stoke my cock with his hand over mine. I came gallons all over my stomach, chest and even hit my face. Then, still sticky with jizz, I leaned over and took Todd's cock in my hand. It felt hard and the skin was velvety smooth. Todd had a nice thick cock. He didn't last long and I loved the way his cock pulsed in my hand as he came. That's when it started; the taboo of man-to-man sex was gone.
That evening Todd pulled the covers off me and sucked my cock until I filled his mouth with cum. He gulped it down with a big smile. Not to be outdone I promptly took my turn going down on Todd. I loved his cock in my mouth. He shot his load without warning and it filled my mouth. The taste was at first odd but I grew to love it. I think for the next month I sucked Todd off at least once a day. We would grind on each other, I think the fancy term is frottage, and 69 whenever we had any down time. I often would look over at Todd in a painting session and lust after his cock. I wanted to feel his member in my mouth, pulsing and exploding. The last week we both took turns performing anal on each other. It was a purely animal experience.
After that summer I never heard from Todd again. Perhaps he was embarrassed? Perhaps I was embarrassed? The experience was confusing, to say the least, and I think that is why I quickly pushed it out of mind. I met my future wife shortly afterward. Truthfully until now I never really thought much about that summer or Todd.
"Which one of these products should we shoot next?" said Brad waking me from my daydream of a long ago summer.
"Go with the black one." I replied after a second pause and my return to reality.
At lunch Brad and I left the studio with the stylist and the photographer. We walked a couple of blocks to a sandwich shop where we had lunch. Brad was telling me excitedly about his new bike frame and how he had all the components on it, and that it was a dream to ride. He lamented that he didn't know anyone, being new in town, and that tomorrow, Saturday, he would go for another ride alone. He said that he preferred to ride with a friend if possible.
"Well why don't you come over to my place and we can go for a ride together. I live close to a 50 mile loop that is a great ride." I said perhaps a little too quickly.
