Chapter Two
“Normally, I’d say we should get to bed with such an early flight, but you deserve a celebration,” Alec said, answering my question. “For your first in-person sales meeting, you fucking smashed it out of the park, bro. One hundred percent effort all the fucking way.”
“Thanks, man,” I said, blushing under his praise.
The meeting had gone well. So well that we ran three hours over.
I didn’t know our products an eighth as much as Alec, but I got the one guy talking about his kid, and that guy could talk.
After the third story of how his wife had given birth to the next Heisman/Oscar/Nobel award winner, Alec swooped in to close the deal.
We had planned on dinner at the café again. After the meeting, Alec wanted to treat me to a steak downtown—out of pocket. When he ordered a bourbon neat, I followed suit. If the boss is drinking, I am, too. Especially when he had such great taste.
“Cheers,” he said, holding his glass up. “To a very lucrative and successful partnership.”
I clinked my glass to his. The burn lingered on my tongue as he said, “Seriously, Mason. I’m proud of you, man.
You knew exactly when to lay it on thick, and when to back off and let me handle things, and just like…
” his eyes softened, and a smile spread.
“…I’m just glad we work as well in the field as we do in the office. ”
“I really appreciate that, Alec. I’ve had shit bosses in the past, but I feel like I hit the jackpot here.”
Alec smiled again. It was the truth, but also not. I did feel like I hit the jackpot with him as a boss, but my previous bosses weren’t shit. Except maybe the micromanager at my supermarket gig when I was in high school. That guy can fuck right off.
“You know, I was leery about getting a Jr. Rep. I did pretty fucking good on my own. But I think this is gonna work out.”
“Thanks, man. I hope so.”
The steak was delicious, cooked perfectly, and so big I almost got the meat sweats.
One bourbon turned into three, and by the time the server cleared our meals, we felt loose.
The topic of conversation drifted from joking and shit-talking to more personal stuff.
Things I never would’ve discussed with a manager in the past.
“I mean…” I laughed, not worrying if what I was about to say was inappropriate. “That’s the rumor, right? That traveling salesmen have kids in every state?”
Alec sucked his teeth, his face curling into a dismissive scowl, but not devoid of laughter. “C’mon, man. That’s bullshit. Salespeople don’t cheat unless they’re cheaters to begin with. It’s not the profession. It’s the people.”
“So you don’t know anyone that’s cheated while on a work trip?”
Alec looked up, both as if he was thinking, and mocking me. “Yes, Mason,” he said, but laughed. “Hey, it’s not the profession’s fault that it attracts cheaters…”
We both laughed. I asked, “So, have you… or do you know anyone…?”
“Fuck no, man. What the fuck?”
I lifted my palms in retreat. “Sorry. Didn’t think so. I was just asking.”
“Not that I ever would, but let’s say someone slipped me something and had their way with me.
My wife would know as soon as I walked in the door.
” A shadow crossed his face before it turned into a smirk.
“That woman, man. She could be in a different part of the house, not even lay eyes on me as I walked in, and just start screaming, YOU CHEATING BASTARD! MY MOTHER WAS RIGHT ABOUT YOU!” He mock-yelled and grimaced before laughing.
“That’s why I married her.” He laughed harder.
I didn’t know how to respond. Alec was laughing, but I couldn’t tell if he was complimenting his wife, or was saying she was… domineering? I wasn’t sure, but he moved on without my need to comment.
“But, yes, I’ve known both men and women who’ve cheated on the job. They’re shit people. That’s it. That’s all. Cheaters are human filth.”
“Sounds like you’ve been cheated on?”
“No,” he said without malice at my prying, but also no daylight to pry deeper.
“Were you ever single on the job? I mean, I’m single as all fuck. I always thought traveling around, no attachments at home… could be a hell of a lot of fun.”
Alec laughed again. “Bro. Listen to me, don’t shit where you eat. So many of these trips are in and out. The only women you’ll talk to are somehow—even tangentially—related to your job. That shit’s messy. Trust me.”
“What about longer ones? Week-plus trips? There’s gotta be downtime, right? At least one night where we’re free to do what we want? And there’s gotta be bars and clubs. Right?”
“There are if you’re into that kind of thing. But you’re how old now? Shouldn’t you be looking for something serious closer to home, rather than chasing strange out in the field?”
I laughed hard, to the point his face fell. “No, man. I don’t know if I’m the settle-down type. Maybe one day, but not anytime soon.”
Alec held his glass to his lips, but before taking a sip, he looked me up and down. “Anytime soon? You’re young, kid. But no spring chicken.”
“I’m twenty-six.” I laughed hard. “And who knows, I might never settle down! I could be happy traveling around the world fucking people until I’m old and gray. And even then—who knows?”
I didn’t say how I would be open to fucking twinks if the ladies got too married.
Once my age matches my natural daddy energy, I’ll have to beat those dudes off with a bat.
He also didn’t need to know the idea of being tied down gave me hives.
Always did. I’m sure older married guys were envious of young single men’s freedom.
And the pussy we got. No sense in rubbing it in my boss’s face.
Alec laughed and rolled his eyes. “I guess get it while the getting’s good. But keep your nose clean on the job.”
“Clean nose, clean mind. But that has nothing to do with hookups when I’m off the clock.”
He looked at me like he could sell me the Brooklyn Bridge. “If you say so. But where you gonna fuck ‘em, huh? All these randoms you’re gonna meet? You think I’m gonna leave in the middle of the night so your drunk, horny ass can get laid while I stand outside with blue balls?”
My brow came together while I suppressed a laugh. “Why would your balls be blue?” I asked before cackling.
Alec went blank for a moment before going red.
“Aww, fuck you, man,” he said, laughing with me.
“I have what the doctors call a very high libido. Just being alive for several hours at a time will give me blue balls.” He was still laughing with a bright red face.
I think he realized how inappropriate that detail was to share with his subordinate.
“You and me both. I can’t go more than a day without it. And if I do go a whole day, I need it twice or three times the next,” I said, oversharing to make him feel better.
Alec sat back in the booth. “See, you get it. Back before Covid, we all used to get our own rooms. Then, I was alone for a while. It was easier to… ah…”
“Yeah, man. That’s what showers are for.”
“Exactly!” Alec said, laughing as his face burned brighter. “But—and if you ever repeat this, I’ll deny it—there’s nothing like having the room to yourself. Laying in bed with your phone in your hand, not worrying if the hot water will run out, or if someone’s waiting on their turn.”
“I could step out for a while? Would a half hour be enough, or are you an edge-for-hours kinda guy?”
Alec laughed so hard he spilled his drink. “No, man. I’m good. Thanks, though.”
“No but for real, is it better traveling alone?”
“Some things yes, some things no.”
“Did you ever get lonely?”
He thought for a second. “I’ll tell you this. Any perks of traveling alone, and there are a few, are nothing compared to how lonely you get. I’d rather be quick as possible in the shower when we get back than be eating dinner alone right now.”
“Well, cheers to that!”
The server arrived to ask if we wanted dessert. We didn’t, and soon, we were on our way back to the hotel.
I didn’t think he was serious about taking another shower, but as soon as we got in the door, he stripped down to his boxer briefs and headed into the bathroom. As the water turned on, I had to wonder if he would pleasure himself.
It was just a joke. Just us shit-talking and goofing around. One thing I liked most about Alec was his ability to be so out of pocket.
On the way to the meeting that morning, I did my best to put any inappropriate thoughts of Alec out of my head so I could perform. I couldn’t be on top of my game if I was side-eyeing my boss, filling my head with horny static when I was supposed to be laser-focused on our potential clients.
Besides, even if part of me acknowledged Alec was objectively attractive, he wasn’t the kind of guy I found hot. Okay, I did, unfortunately, think he was hot, but not in the jerk-off-thinking-about sort of way.
Our waiter was more my type, slim, high-pitched voice and a little flouncy.
He’d look fantastic on the end of my cock.
Not Alec. I couldn’t even see him giving head, let alone bouncing in my lap.
Or letting me hold him against the wall while I tried to nail him through it.
Which were some of my most potent fantasies when thinking about guys.
No, the truth was, I might’ve found him hot, but he was untouchable.
For all the practical reasons, like him being my boss and a married straight man, but also the physical.
We wouldn’t mesh well. The most we’d end up doing is jerking off next to each other, neither wanting to cede control or reach out to touch the other.
That isn’t a fantasy I could cultivate. By the time we were at dinner, whatever infatuation I had with Alec that morning had waned.
Waned, not vanished. As I considered if Alec was touching himself under the hot water, I got hard under the covers.
If Alec was getting off in the shower, why couldn’t I?
I was pent the fuck up. It would take me all of twenty seconds to blow.
Why not slip my hand into my briefs and take care of my need…
No. No fucking way. That was too weird. Not only would there be HR repercussions if he caught me, but it made me feel gross. Alec was busting my balls, saying shit after a few bourbons to get a rise out of me. Not that kind of rise.
I grabbed my phone off the nightstand and opened my favorite gay dating app, Flare. I liked that one more than the others because all the locations were obscure. You could use GPS to find guys, choose your location yourself, make it known, or keep it private. Perfect for my incognito needs.
I had never, and would never, meet a random man for sex.
I’d never sleep with another man, period.
But I liked the attention. That app was full of guys who felt the same.
Swap some pics, have them call me daddy or sir, command them to do things to get me hard. Then we both nut and fall asleep happy.
Endless blank profiles filled my screen—my bread and butter.
Easy to talk to. Not into meeting up, but down for nudes and dirty talk.
I sent “hey” to a few of them. I liked collecting chats when I was away.
Sometimes, I’d find one who just got it.
It was like sowing seeds for when I was home and in the mood.
It felt safer knowing they were far away, would never want to meet, and knew no one I did.
Before I got a response, Alec cracked the bathroom door to let out the steam.
I was too focused on my “hey” seedlings to notice the water shutting off.
From my position, I could see into the bathroom via the long wall mirror, and the mirror above the sink.
I only looked for an instant. Just catching movement in the corner of my eye.
What I saw had me rolling over, wide-eyed and raging hard.
Alec had one foot on the toilet, drying his leg.
His bits swung freely as he did so. What a set he had on him.
Big fucking nuts that hung lower in the warmth than mine ever had, and a long, thick, soft cock nestled nicely on top.
Alec might not like to trim his body hair, but it looked like he tended his bush.
What could have been a jungle was neatly trimmed.
All swaying back and forth as he dried his leg.
I’d never been so affected by such a quick glance in my life. My heart raced. I could feel my pulse in my dick, and the wet spot at the tip as I lay on top of it. It was a struggle not to grind it into the mattress.
I pretended to be asleep when he came out. It took me a long time to pass out. I knew I’d have to wake up early for a long shower come the morning. There was no way I could sit next to him on a flight with balls that blue if I didn’t.