"Mr. Williams wants to meet with you at 1:30 in his office," the secretary said.
"Alright, thank you for letting me know," Shaun said, as his heart raced. Shaun was an all-conference track star at his university in Houston, TX. He was also a star student with a perfect grade-point-average in the business major. He had worked hard to land the coveted summer intern spot at Brewster-Keagan's main office in New York City. Shaun had spent most of the summer learning about mergers and acquisitions as well as attempting to network with the higher-up's in the company and secure a permanent position for after graduation. The head of the firm, Paul Williams, had a reputation for being strict and demanding, especially with interns. Shaun had heard horror stories of interns being dismissed from the internship for sub-par performance. Naturally, he was nervous when Mr. Williams called him into his office that Friday to speak with him. At 1:30, he took a deep breath and walked into Mr. Williams' office for the meeting.
"I think you've done an outstanding job so far, Shaun. And I'm a pretty hard man to impress. You're professional and you work hard, come early, leave late, and ask for help when you need it. You'll be a great addition to the firm once you graduate from college."
Shaun listened excitedly as his boss rattled off praise after praise of his summer internship performance. "Thank you, Mr. Williams. I've had a great experience working with you and learning from the other analysts."
His boss then smirked and sat back and said, "With how busy it's been in the office today, I forgot to have lunch. Let's go to Dorsia's." They walked four blocks to the fancy restaurant that apparently attracted all the Wall Street big wigs. After they ate, Mr. Williams said he had a proposition. "I'm flying to Houston next Thursday to meet with a client. Why don't you come with me? It will give you a chance to see a different side of the field. You go to school in Houston, so I assume you're fairly familiar with the city."
Shaun replied, "Yes, sir. Thank you for the opportunity."
The next week, Shaun and Mr. Williams flew to Houston first class. A driver took us to the exclusive Hotel Zaza in the Museum District. Mr. Williams had booked the "Bella Vita Suite." The hotel room was the size of a penthouse with two bedrooms with a king-size bed in each room, two bathrooms, and a kitchenette.
Mr. Williams was able to secure the deal with the client that Friday, and they returned to the hotel in the afternoon to relax. "Let's celebrate tonight!" he exclaimed.
"What did you have in mind?" the intern asked.
"We can grab drinks and go to a strip club if you're up for it."
"Sounds like a plan," Shaun said, laughing.
Shaun went to his room and took a long shower. Once finished, he dried off and studied his body in the mirror. Standing at 6-1, 175 lbs. with muscular arms, a v-shaped chest, six-pack abs, and thick, toned thighs, the 21-year-old was quite the physical specimen. The icing on the cake were his thick chocolate lips, perfect white teeth and hazel eyes. His most jaw-dropping feature, however, was his ass. It jutted out from his athletic frame like two round bowling balls. It honestly looked like one of those ancient Greek sculptures. He had a reputation with women for being a gifted lover, but few knew about his escapades with other men. Shaun liked women, but he *loved* men, especially older men. Seeing grown men salivate and lose their minds over his ass gave him an indescribable sexual thrill. His lovers included a married neighbor, the manager of a local restaurant, and the head coach of a rival high school. Those stories, however, are for another day. Suffice to say, he was the perfect power bottom. His oral skills were equally exceptional, and there was no dick too large for him to deepthroat. Due to his star athlete status, Shaun kept this part of his life a secret, and none of his close friends or family knew. Since moving to Houston for college, he had not had any time to indulge in his craving between practice and classes. Outside of the occasional one night stands with girls after parties, his sex life had been relatively boring in college. He yearned to have all his holes filled again but did not have any time to meet anyone. He was so man horny that his balls ached. His sex life was reduced to masturbating 2-3 times per week and pleasuring himself with one of his many 10-inch dildos. "I really need some dick right now," he muttered. He massaged Cocoa Butter all over his body, with extra attention paid to his mountainous glutes and firm pecs. Despite being more in the mood for dick, he was excited to de-stress and go out for drinks with his boss. To be honest, Shaun had developed a secret crush on his boss.
At 45 years, Paul Williams was still extremely handsome and fit. He was 6-3 with brown hair, brown eyes, broad shoulders, toned arms, and a handsome face with a strong jawline. The young CEO had the picture perfect resume: B.A. from Yale, M.B.A. from Harvard Business School, 10 years working as an analyst at Goldman Sachs before quickly rising the ranks of Brewster-Keagan. He was married to his college sweetheart, Courtney, and their only son was a 20-year-old sophomore at Yale following in his father's footsteps. Life was perfect. He had really taken an interest in the new young intern. Shaun reminded him so much of himself during those days - upwardly mobile and striving to better himself each day. He hoped to offer him a job at the firm once he graduated. Truth be told, the trip to Houston was for both business and pleasure. Work had been so busy that he had not spent more than a few hrs at home each night. He had not had sex in over two months, and he was incredibly horny. He was looking forward to unwinding a bit before returning to New York for work.
Shaun and Paul went to a few bars in downtown Houston. It was interesting watching the normally serious boss in a less professional setting. Mr. Williams seemed much more relaxed, and they talked about a number of different topics over the course of the evening - from sports to working out to the different types of women in New York. After about 2 hours, both were feeling pretty buzzed. "Still up for the strip club?" Paul asked. "Let's go!" They arrived to the strip club and paid the absurd entrance fee. After a few hrs of overpriced drinks and uninspired lap dances, they decided to head back to the hotel.
When they returned to the hotel, Paul settled on the couch, and Shaun changed into a t-shirt and gym shorts. He went back to the living room to join his boss on the couch. They laughed as they discussed the evening.
"That stripper couldn't dance for shit," Mr. Williams said, "I bet you could dance better."
"And I wouldn't charge $40 per song!" Shaun responded.
Mr. Williams started shaking with laughter, and Shaun soon joined in. Both were still very drunk. Shaun stood up and started playing club music from his phone. He started imitating the stripper's rigid dance moves. Paul pulled out a few $20 bills from his wallet and started tossing them towards the intern's feet. "Do you want a dance, sir?" Shaun asked.
By this time, Mr. Williams was doubled over in laughter. "Yeah, I want a dance. But what comes with it?"
"Depends how much you're willing to offer."
Paul smirked, "Well first, you have to show me what you're offering."
Shaun removed his shirt, as they both laughed uncontrollably.
"Wow, you are ripped," Paul said as he observed Shaun's muscular body.
"You haven't even seen the best part yet," Shaun replied quietly.
The intern started pulling his shorts down, and the boss tossed a few more bills at his feet. Once out of his shorts, Shaun turned around and started moving his hips. Paul's heart nearly exploded. The young man's ass was a thing of beauty. The Calvin Klein boxers hugged both meaty, juicy, firm cheeks of his ass tightly. He had never seen a thicker, juicier ass in a man or woman. Paul had been straight his entire life, but he couldn't even deny his feelings as his dick hardened in response to Shaun's titanic ass.
Shaun noticed that Paul had stopped laughing and nervously asked, "Everything ok, sir?"
"Yeah, yeah, just bored. I thought you were supposed to be the best stripper in the business. You haven't shown me anything yet!"
Shaun relaxed and really started moving his hips and bouncing his ass. He slowly backed up closer and closer to his boss.
In his mind, Paul rationalized what was happening. "We're both drunk. There's no harm in music and dancing. I should just relax and enjoy. This doesn't make me gay" he thought.
"Ready for that dance?" Shaun asked.
"You've kept me waiting all this time. May as well get started."
Shaun's heart raced. Was his boss really into this? Were they still kidding around?
"Alright. Since you've been so nice and patient, I'll let you touch" he said with a wink. He took a deep breath, turned around, and, facing his boss, straddled his lap. He began to grind his muscular ass into his boss's lap.
