My story begins in the way so many stories begin. I was happy, married to a beautiful woman, a successful career that had seen me climb to the top through many years of hard work and determination. Never once had I ever questioned my sexual orientation in my life. Everything had always been about beautiful girls and vanilla sex. As for my job, over the years, I had many hundreds of different people working for me and never had I run into anything like this before.
It began one day when I was expecting about 20 new people to come in for work. They all arrived on time, except for one, and he texted me that he would be late, so it was cool. Being as all of the people were dispatched to me through a union, I didn't know what to expect from any of them. I put them all to work, no problem, like I had done a million times before. Then He rolled in, about an hour late, as I was doing some paperwork and my life would change forever.
His name is Matthew, and He would alter my entire existence. He is younger, only 19, tall, well built, very engaging and confident. When I saw him I remember thinking just how good looking he was. He has thick dark hair and blue eyes that were the colour of a tropical ocean. His face is very clean cut and extremely handsome. I admit, it caught me off guard. I had never had this kind of reaction to any man ever before and I was very flustered. I quickly brushed it off as just my petty jealousy. I am 36 and a fairly good looking guy, but nowhere near in Matthews league.
He is taller and leaner, yet still more muscled than me. The type of guy that can have girls falling all over themselves to get with him. When he shook my hand, I felt his strength, and it seemed to weaken me. His hands are much bigger than mine, and it really hurt when he squeezed it. He looked me in the eyes and I felt him staring into me. I literally felt myself shrinking as my gaze went to the ground. For some reason I felt like I couldn't keep eye contact with him. I am sure that he noticed this too as his confidence seemed to grow right in front of me. I was at a loss for words, so he suggested he jump in with some of the others outside working. In my flustered state, I simply agreed and he went on his way.
A couple hours in the sun and I came out to see how they were doing. When I approached them, Matthew was working away, no shirt on. This is frowned upon, as it is not very professional. Usually I would immediately tell someone to put a shirt on or go home. As I was approaching he turned to me and I simply froze.
His body was simply stunning, a work of art. His lean frame was surprisingly muscular, with a long torso and a six pack that was being so perfectly defined by the sun, that most would assume it was photoshopped. He was tattooed, but all of it was very artistic and seemed to only accentuate the lines of his body. He was also very tanned, with no sign of a tan line anywhere. I remember wondering what it must be like to look that good, to be that perfect. How people, women and men, must stop and stare whenever he walks by. What must it be like to be that hot, the power that he must yield. My mouth was most likely hanging open at this point. He just kept working as I watched him. I noticed the girls working at the gate, two 19 year old cute girl next door types, were checking him out too, giggling and blushing as he moved about. I felt my body tighten up, and there was a noticeable tingling sensation going through me. As I was staring at his body, almost in a drooling state, I failed to notice that he saw me.
A smile was creeping across his face as he shouted "Everything okay boss? Do you like what you see?
I felt my cheeks flush and I instantly replied "Yes", then struggled to break my stare. I turned and walked back to my office. I kept looking over my shoulder as I walked away, and saw Matthew talking to the two girls. I watched for a bit, and saw the obvious signals that both of these girls were into him. After a few minutes I managed to make it back to my office.
An hour or so later, I heard someone come in. I looked and saw Matthew approaching, still shirtless, and a fine layer of sweat glistening on his body.
"Boss, I am going to have to leave early today." he stated in a very commanding voice. I would normally never allow this. But I felt obliged to say yes. I found myself looking at his chest and stomach, a noticeable growing sensation in my pants. I am still not sure how, but he could see right through me.
