Travis could hear his boss's grumbling from his office down the hall. He looked up from his laptop when he heard the crash and wondered what had been thrown. A small smile flitted across his lips, knowing that even through his bellyaching, Mr. Martins was really more of a gentle soul. Oh, he could be intimidating when the situation warranted it. Had to be in order to handle the dealers he worked with from all over the country.
He shook his head, remembering an incident from the first week he was hired. God, he had been scared out of his mind that day! Mr. Martins had arrived an hour late, which he had been told absolutely never happened. His clothes were wrinkled, he had a serious case of bed head and Travis was pretty sure that he had slept in those clothes. There were big black bags under his eyes and he was glaring at everyone who greeted him. He stopped in front of Travis, pointed to him and said, "YOU! Come with me!"
Mr. Martins hadn't waited for an answer. He was a big man. Probably played football in his younger days. No one ignored him. Travis stood quickly and followed him, assuming he was being fired. During the seemingly endless walk to his boss's office, he racked his brain trying to figure out what he had done wrong. He couldn't come up with anything. And then it hit him. Had someone outed him? He gulped hard. In this day and age, being fired for sexual orientation was against the law, but he knew employers found ways around that.
He found himself standing in the boss man's office doorway, unsure what to do.
"Sit!" Mr. Martins barked.
He readily complied, trying to maintain an air of confidence. Unfortunately, Mr. Martins' next comment proved he had failed at that.
"Damn, son, quit shaking! You're not in trouble!" His voice quieted a little when he realized he was scaring the shit out of his new hire. "Listen son, I have a problem and need an opinion from someone with a fresh perspective."
Travis listened intently as his boss explained the situation that had had him up all night and arriving to work in the same clothes from the day before. There had been a major screw-up in the loan processing department in another state, but because his salesman was the one that had dealt with the dealer, it had come back to bite his ass. Headquarters was all over his ass and he couldn't figure out a way to deal with it without firing the outside salesman, who had been with the company for years and was well-liked.
He had been in there with his boss for two hours that day, but it had been worth it. Travis had helped him come up with a plan that let him keep the salesman and smoothed the ruffled feathers. From that day on Travis and Mr. Martins had been pretty tight, with the older man even inviting Travis out for dinner a couple of times after work.
"Travis!"
The bellow broke through his thoughts and he pushed himself from his desk, wondering what was going on. He headed through his office door, only to nearly run into the newest man on the team, Adam. He was also the star in Travis's nightly jack off sessions and popped up a lot in his day dreams as well.
"Whoa, sorry man! Didn't see you coming." Travis held up his hands as if to surrender as he looked right into those piercing blue eyes. He smiled at Adam and was overjoyed to receive a shy smile in return. Adam didn't say anything, just continued on his way, but Travis took a moment to turn and watch him go.
God he was hot! Tall, probably just over 6', and slender with dirty blonde hair that curled around his ears and scraped against his collar. His features were slightly effeminate, which usually didn't do it for him, but this time it did. Travis felt his dick twitch at the sight of Adam's nice round ass and wondered what it would feel like to slide his hands down and cup those ass cheeks. Would they be soft? Muscular? He let a small sigh slip from his lips. Damn, he had to do something about this. He wasn't picking up any gay vibes from him, but then again, no one here knew he was gay, either, so he understood being in the closet at work. He sighed, resigned to the fact that he would just have get over this attraction. Unfortunately, his dick did not agree and had started to harden. Dammit! Get control, he thought to himself.
"Travis!" Mr. Martins was louder this time so he picked up the pace and stepped into the open doorway.
"Have a seat, Travis." He motioned him to one of the chairs in front of his desk. "I have a problem but I think I have the answer. But before I discuss this with you, I need to ask you a question."
Travis nodded his understanding, wondering where this conversation was going. His eyes wandered around the office while his boss shuffled some paperwork around and cleared his throat. Travis's gaze fell on the family picture hanging on the wall. Looked to be a few years old, because Mr. Martins still had a full head of hair. His wife was nice looking and the two kids, a boy and girl, were smiling happily.
"Are you single?"
That snapped him back to attention. He almost stopped breathing. "What?" he asked cautiously.
"Dammit, it's a simple question, son!"
Travis cleared his throat. "Umm, yes, sir, I am single."
A broad smile spread across his boss's face. "Great, that's just great!" He chuckled a little.
"It is?"
"Yes!" his boss exclaimed. "The damn Farm Machine Convention in Oklahoma is next week and damn if they didn't set it up on Valentine's Day!"
Travis still wasn't following. "Okay..."
"I was scheduled to work the booth myself for those four days, but when my wife realized last night that I would be gone on Valentine's Day she about threw me out of the house!" He stopped to remove his glasses and rubbed his eyes. Shook his head and put the glasses back on. "But nobody's happy if the wife ain't!" He smiled again and looked across the desk at Travis.
"That's where you come in, son. I want you to go in my place. It's really important that we seal the deal with some of these new dealers out there. As a third party lender it's imperative we sign up new dealers in Oklahoma. We need that business. We need those loans if we are going to continue opening offices in the west. I know this is your first event, but you've talked with some of these dealers, and you know how to close the deal. It helps that you grew up on a farm and can talk their language, too. I think you will do just great."
Travis began to blush a little at the faint praise his boss was giving him. "Of course, Mr. Martins. Yes, of course, I will fill in for you."
His boss stood up and rounded the desk, slapping Travis on the shoulder. He opened his mouth to say something, but noticed Adam walking past and hollered for him to join them. Travis glanced at Adam and was dismayed to watch him walk into the office and take the seat next to him. He hoped his cock would obey and not spring to life right here in his boss's office! He tried not to look into his eyes.
"Men, I have had a great idea," their boss announced. "Travis, you will take Adam along and teach him the ropes. Let him get a feel for the job." Mr. Martins stopped and turned to Adam.
