It was my first summer out of college and I was really struggling to find a job. I was only just 18 and was supposed to spend my weekends partying with all my friends. But no job meant no money. Still, it wasn't all bad. As an 18 year old with a taste for older men, I could usually rely on a generous man to buy me a drink or two on a Friday night down at the gay bar.
I still lived with my parents and my days were spent applying for any job I could find. I earned my keep doing jobs around the home. The rest of the day was spent kicking a foot ball against a wall down at the local park. All my friends were either at their jobs or away on some dream summer vacation.
I was your typical teenage male really. Young and horny. At about 5 foot 10 and a slim 60kg, I was the stereotypical twink. I had brown hair and a smooth body with a very light tan. Having had my cherry popped about 6 months earlier, I now had a craving for sex with men. I had never really been interested in girls at all. The internet and the gay bars made sure I was never bored.
Things changed when I finally secured at internship at a marketing company. It wasn't exciting work, but it did pay me a few dollars an hour. Most of the day was grabbing coffees for meetings, photocopying and running errands. They gave me a cell phone which was pretty cool. I installed Grindr and would organise dates for the weekend while in the line at the post office. It was great.
Then one Friday night I got a bit too drunk at a bar and lost the phone. I was terrified I would have to pay for it because I didn't have any near enough money. The Monday morning I went over to Gina's desk, she was the office manager, and told her I lost the phone. I said it must have fallen out of my bag on the way home Friday afternoon.
"I'll see what I can do." was all she said.
I went back to my desk and did some filing for a couple of hours before Gina came over to me.
"Stan would like a word with you in his office."
I nodded. My heart sank. Stan was the big boss. He would only want to see me to fire me, surely.
I walked into his office and he was there sitting behind his desk. An imposing figure in a suit.
"Close the door Tommy. Take a seat" he said.
I sat opposite him shaking with nervousness. Stan had a big office, then only person with their own office. He had a window over looking the river, and another window that looked back into the open plan office. He was in his late 50's, 6 foot tall and still very fit and strong. He rode his bike to work most days and went to the gym every lunch. I actually thought he was quite attractive. All the women did too. He was divorced and his wife and kids moved to the coast about 3 hours away. He had been quite nice to me until now, always said hello.
