Men's running club - yellow highlighters

[davekcmo]

Chapter 14

I was actually hungry for food, and decided to grab a burger on my way over. My hair was still wet, and I figured it would dry in the car. I texted Clint as I waited to get my lunch in the drive through, and then got back on the road. He responded with, “already here,” and so I gave a thumbs up and continued on, eating with one hand and driving with the other. I didn’t really have time to think about what had just happened, but it was hot, and I was going to jack off about it later, if there was any cum left in the old balls. I arrived about a half an hour later and parked outside the building. I gathered the wrappers from lunch into the bag, and looked in the rear view mirror for any ketchup remains left in the corner of my mouth before getting out of the car. I picked up my briefcase and I threw the bag away as I strolled in.

Brenda met me at the door after I buzzed the call button. She looked different on the weekend than during the week. The ill-fitting pant suit was replaced with jeans that hugged her ass, and while gay, I could see it prominently shifting side to side in a way that was hidden during the week. She had on a low cut top and showed off cleavage that I suspect was also not on display during the week. But what struck me is the bright red lipstick and makeup, a luxury not needed for the warehouse job she had. We entered the computer room and Clint was there typing away. Brenda called to him, “sugar, your colleague is here.” He turned and smiled, pushing his glasses up to his nose and said, “thanks, hey Glen, come and see what we have.” I nodded and thanked Brenda as she left us to it. I looked Clint over. He was in a flannel shirt and jeans, which fit him better than his normal work clothes and his hair was curly and fluffy, having been washed today. As I sat down, I smelled aftershave as well. He had made a real effort. Hm…

“Hey, so how’s it going,” I asked Clint. He nodded while still typing. “Good, I think I have it worked out,” he said, not looking up from the keyboard. I said, “what exactly?” He stopped typing, and looked right at me. “We sold them a half-assed system. It sort of worked, but the idea was that the upgrades would smooth out the edges, only they never did. I tried to tell our idiot brigade of bosses that this was a house of cards, but I didn’t have proof. Now I do. I am coding a couple of scripts to have the databases talk to each other, which I am hoping you can help make into a golden goose.” I nodded and thought about Jack and the golden shower I wanted to give him for being such a jerk to me and my clients. “I’m still working on how to package this, but I think we need to figure out some ‘new’ functionality too that would go with the upgrade and be something that would help more of our customers. Any thoughts,” I asked Clint.

He sat back for a moment, and said, “we could have the system interface to more of the proprietary systems, create a middle ware for that to work. We should ask Bren what she might like in terms of new functionality,” he said. I nodded and said, “well, well, Bren you say,” teasing him. He shrugged, “she’s nice,” and then he whispered over to me, “I think she’s hot.” I nodded, and whispered back, “well, she seems to like the attention too.” He looked at me as if to ask, ‘really?’ I nodded, and he said, “well, I need to hit the head. Be right back.” He got up and pulled up his jeans. I gave him a glance once over and realized he would be more attractive if he put just a little effort into taking care of himself.

I reviewed his notes and realized he hadn’t returned after a few minutes. I decided to go look and see if he was lost. And truth be told I needed to go pee too. I walked down the hall to the breakroom, and I heard some faint shuffling noises. There was a vending machine with chips and candy, and the soda machine where the Dr. Peppers had originated. And in the corner a door marked Restroom, and the sounds were coming from within. They were louder now and I heard soft moans both male and female. I heard a slap and a giggle and thought, geez, this is too much! But, I didn’t leave the breakroom, just stood and listened a while longer. I started to hear a rhythmic slapping and some percussive ah ah ah ahs, and the sounds got louder and louder. I heard a deep male growl and a female sigh as the slapping stopped. I decided my voyeuring was over and I needed to scoot back to the computer before I was caught snooping.

I sat down and opened my notes again, as if I had been there all the while. Clint returned with his curly hair disheveled and an odd protrusion in his jeans, where his cock was still recovering. Brenda came by to ‘check’ on us about five minutes later, her hair also a little flustered and no lipstick on either. I wondered if there was a red ring around Clint’s protrusion? “I have some ideas for how this could work better,” she offered. I took notes as she explained what she really needed was more connectivity with her customer systems, and if there was a way to set up a link of some kind. I thought, ‘I can work with this concept.’ I asked her, “is there a customer you would trust to test this out?” She thought a minute and said, “maybe, but this would require you to sweet talk Bill,” she winked at me. Bill was her boss. And she knew I had a thing for him, the marine haircut, the broad shoulders and the tiny ass that jutted out from years of running.

“I can handle Bill,” I boasted. She winked and said, “I bet you could.” She left and I looked over at Clint who also watched her ass sashay away. Clint whispered to me, “that is a fine woman.” I nodded and agreed, although I expect we had different reasons for that estimation. His protrusion had disappeared from under his zipper and he was back in coding mode. I turned and asked, “do you think we could extend the middleware concept to customers?” He nodded. “Yeah, we just need to see how to line up the software so it talks between the systems.” I nodded, not sure about that, but I needed to trust that he had the tech piece of this under control. “If you can talk to Bill on Monday, we could probably get a beta test of this out this week,” he suggested to me. I told him that I would. With that he stood up and left the room.

Clint and Brenda came back in about two minutes later holding hands. It was very cute in a flashback to high school sort of way. He brought her over to the computer and shooed me away. In a deeper, more authoritative voice he explained how the new software worked. “So, I set up the system so you can feed receipts into the scanner and they can populate here,” as he pointed to the screen. He picked up a receipt and fed it into the table top scanner and it hummed as it passed through. The receipt showed up on the screen a minute later. “Then you can make a note about which account,” he continued, “and then save it here.” He was pointing and glancing over at Brenda who was nodding and smiling. “What was missing was the communications with the financial systems to get the receipt to be payable. So, I added another script that recognized that there was a new receipt in queue, and then flagged the finance system.” Everyone was nodding and I was still trying to figure out what the point was.

“So, the big finish is,” he switched the monitor to a new screen, “there is the receipt to be paid.” Brenda clapped her hands and said, “hallelujah, I think you just saved my life.” Clint blushed, and I suspect there might have been more slapping action right here if I hadn’t been hovering. Clint stood up, and I saw a faint protrusion in his crotch reemerging. I looked up and Brenda was noticing too. Clint said, “well little lady, why don’t you take the new software for a spin yourself.” She giggled, similar to what I had heard in the breakroom and planted that ass in the chair and Clint leaned over with his hand on her back as he pointed out the steps to take. They were comfortable with each other leaning in close and were almost cheek to cheek with each other as they replicated the receipt scanning steps. After the successful replay of the scan, she leaned over a gave him a peck on the cheek, the most g-rated sign of affection I had seen this afternoon.

I backed away for bit and then Brenda said, “so can I buy you boys dinner for helping an old lady out with a new fangled system?” I smiled and shook my head no, “it’s part of the service, we couldn’t trouble you,” I said. Clint interrupted and said, “well, he might not be hungry, but I would certainly take you up on some food.” She smiled and he returned the gesture. I realized that I was about to be a third wheel and said, “look, you kids have fun. I’m going to head back and figure out how to market this. Bren, I’ll give Bill a call on Monday morning and see when Clint and I can work on the next phase of this project, if you are ok with that.” She nodded, “certainly sugar, you can bring this fine man by here anytime,” as she stroked his arm. Clint stood up straighter. I turned and said to him, “see you back in the office, man,” and I turned to leave. He was standing there holding Brenda’s hand and Brenda was waving with the other, as if to say, don’t let the door hit you in the ass as you leave.

I looked at my phone and realized I had a text from Roger. “We are meeting for pizza at 6 if you want to join.” It was 5:30 already, but I decided to go. “Sure, I’ll be a few late, but it’d be great to see you all.” I got in my car, and headed toward the Pizza Palace. It was time for me to be with my people. Listening to the sounds of hetero sex had got me thinking about where I wanted to stick my own cock. I would love to find Matt, but he was sort of hetero himself, and the guys at the gym were all ring on fingers and hard-ons in the showers. I needed to return to the land of the open gays. The guys who wanted to live life as a cocksucker 24/7. And the chance to find something more than a hard dick.

 

[davekcmo]

Chapter 15

I pulled into an open parking spot near the Palace. I took a breath and got out. The evening air was crisp, as if winter was not ready to give up its grip for spring. I walked in and saw the whole gang there with a couple of new faces. And an empty chair for me. I smiled and walked over. Roger stood up and opened his arms to me. I leaned in for a bear hug that lingered. “One n, welcome back!” I nodded and blushed. “Thank you for having me,” I said, looking around. “I was worried that I might get replaced.” John looked up and shook his head no. “Can’t replace that ass of yours.” I chuckled. He was still into me, and I thought about that cock of his, tempting and daunting at the same time. I smiled and leaned over to give John a side hug around his shoulders. I felt his hand drop to my waist. “You could go lower too,” he whispered into my ear. “Not here, we might get thrown out,” I whispered back. “I’ll throw you out, ass first,” he teased. He grabbed a handful of my asscheek. I nuzzled his neck abit, and then I stood back up, my cock a little fuller after the flirtation. I adjusted it in my pants and headed down to the open chair. John winked at me as I shuffled my cock back under the zipper.

I sat down next to one of the new guys. “One n,” he asked. I nodded, “I’m Glen, with one n, and the nickname stuck.” He smiled, “hi Glen, I’m Chad.” We shook hands and I took a long look at him. He seemed familiar. I couldn’t place from where though. “So how long have you been with the highlighters,” he asked. I said, “about a month or so, I recently broke up with someone and needed something new in my life.” He nodded and said, “yeah, I get that. What happened between you and Dan?” I looked at him. He knew my ex. And likely me too. “How do you know about him,” I asked pointedly. He smiled. “Dan and I are in the same gay board game league.” That’s where I knew him. He had been to the house when Dan hosted one of their game nights. “I thought you looked familiar,” I responded. He nodded. “Yeah, I needed to do something gay where I actually moved more than cards.” I laughed. “Yeah, the game crowd can get really intense though, you move those cards with conviction.” He laughed, and I smiled.

“So, about Dan, you seemed so perfect together. What gives, or rather, what gave,” he asked again. I took a deep breath. It’s one thing to gloss over a past relationship with new folks that don’t know your ex and for whom you can set the context. It is quite another when you are talking with someone who already has that context set. “I don’t really know,” I finally offered. “We were good, but maybe not. He left. And to a degree, I think he wanted more life in life than I was providing. I don’t know. I guess it is still too soon for me to really know.” He nodded. I think the pensiveness of my answer combined with the lack of animosity probably surprised him. It surprised me. I finally ended the awkward silence with, “so how is he doing?”

It was Chad’s turn to find his own words. “I guess ok. He has been dating through the board game club, and with a little bit of desperation. He doesn’t like being alone.” I nodded. “Yeah, I think that’s why we lasted so long,” I confessed. “I am surprised he left,” I surmised. Chad nodded. “Yeah, I was surprised a bit myself. But, Dan is excitable and wants to be doing something all the time.” I exhaled. “Yeah, I was probably too boring for him.” Chad shrugged his shoulders. “People need boring sometimes.” I felt his hand rub my knee. I was tightly penned in between him and Bob, who was talking with Pete and had his back to me. My cock started to rise and I had to open my legs a little. Chad’s hand fell to the inside of my thigh, and he rubbed it slowly with his thumb. I sat up a bit and stretched from side to side as my cock started inching downward toward his fingers.

As his pinkie reached the inseam where my balls were confined, I cleared my throat and shifted backward. “So, what about you, I thought you and Nate were a thing as I recall?” He pulled his hand away. “Yeah, for a while. He is a good friend, but just nothing there in the end. Maybe I needed something more than boring.” He patted my leg and lifted his arm to the table to fidget with his silverware. I exhaled and my cock started to soften again, the attention waning as we changed conversations. Chad nodded toward John. “He seems to think you aren’t too boring.” I chuckled, “no I think he wants to bore into me.” Chad chuckled then too. “But he has alot to work with down there and I’m a little wary about it. There is a definite fascination but fantasy and reality are very different sexual experiences.” “Oh really,” Chad smiled. “So you aren’t interested,” he asked. “I’m not sure if I’d say that, but perhaps I’m being a little reticent. He’s a great guy though.” He nodded and said, “I may have to explore a little of that boring myself,” he said suggestively.

I looked over at John who caught my eyes and smiled. I smiled back from across the table. There was something there between us, but I also knew he was still new at widowerhood and was more fragile than that gruff frame would belie. And I knew he was definitely more than just a cock to me. I may be a little fragile myself. I found myself jealous of Chad, both as he had a different view about Dan and me, and a carefree attitude about the fun runners in a way that I was more reverential. I also felt a little protective of John. He is a good guy. These were my people, my team, even though I’d had left them for the 10kers. I turned to Steve and said, “so how is the house hunting going?” Chip said, “we found the one. It’s perfect. I can’t wait to get it set up.” Steve smiled, “it’s a great location, and we’ll definitely invite you over once we move in.” I nodded and said, “well, early congratulations,” and we all smiled. The conversation shifted around the table like the tide rolling in between slides of pizza. I melted into the flow of the discussions ignoring Chad who was determined to catch John’s attention, and to a degree John’s trying to get my attention too.

We finished up around 10:30 and left. I thought about Chad some and worried that he would set fire to the relationships I had built there. And yet, I had already left. It felt weird to be both in and out of the group. I suspect that may have been how Dan felt about me, in and out of the relationship at the same time. My greatest fault appeared to be indifference. But with the fun runners, I did care, and I wasn’t indifferent to their lives. As I pulled into the driveway, I realized that I needed to care more about the people around me. And that included work as well as my personal life. I opened the front door and I felt my phone vibrate. It was a text from John. “Great to see you tonight,” it said. I replied with a “U2 handsome.” He replied with a heart.

I got up early on Sunday morning, and made coffee. I was in my sweats as I went outside to get the paper. The day was warmer than it had been, and the sun was shining. It felt full of possibility to me. I poured myself a cup of coffee and then began to think about the work situation. I really did need a business plan for the fixes that Clint was making. I decided that we needed to fix the current customer base first. And we needed to do that for free. But I could also hear Clint saying that we needed to sell something. So, I set my coffee cup down and walked over to retrieve my briefcase. I opened it and pulled out my laptop and powered it on. I didn’t look at email or anything. I opened a web browser and found our company’s web page. I looked at what we offered and realized that we looked like every other company doing the same type of work. We needed a new hook, something revolutionary, something worth buying.

I began to look at the various competitors we had. Other computer systems, business automation, and the like. I realized that what Clint and I had discussed, the middle ware concept was out there, but it sounded from various message boards that nobody was doing it very well. If we could crack the code on that, we’d have a real open spot to drive some business. I saw that Clint was online, and I messaged him. “Hey, I’m thinking you are right about the middle ware.” He responded, “I’m always right about computers.” I replied with, “yes, yes, you are.” “So how’s the biz plan coming?” he asked. “I’m working on it now. I’m trying to figure out if we do it ala carte or how,” I replied. After a minute he said, “we need to look at a few customers and figure it out.” I nodded, and then typed, “yep.” He replied about twenty minutes later with, “bren and I are having brunch, gotta run.” I replied, “have fun,” and he was gone. I had my hook though. Let’s use the opportunity to fix the existing code to gather data on the customers’ needs and then plan the next level of software domination.

There were four other clients that I had with the same problem as Brenda’s company. I shot off emails to each of them with an offer of an upgrade with an ask to sit with them and understand where their business was going. I sent one to Brenda’s boss, Bill, and shifted in my chair thinking about that gruff man with a rough handshake and loud laugh. He was hyper masculine in a take charge and fuck me in the corner kind of way. I think he knew that excited me, and found him a little louder and a little gruffer when he spoke with me than when he was just on the floor of the company out of my line of sight. I would start with them first. We had the best rapport, and I felt like we owed it to them to make it right. Besides, Bren would let Clint into more of her secrets now that she and he were getting closer. If this software thing went down the tubes, maybe I could explore matchmaking.

It was already getting to be yoga time, and I had a definite hard on for a certain yogi with a girlfriend. I got in the car and headed over to the studio. Class was starting, and I set my mat down in the corner and looked around. I didn’t see Matt or Christy. I was obviously more interested in the former, but the latter could provide me intel. The class was mostly women with one older guy in the front, wearing bike shorts and a lycra top. I frowned at his clothing. He was balding and the overhead light reflected off of his bald spot. I sat down and crossed my lines, closing my eyes to the world and focused on my breathing. The music began and we started to stretch. The bald guy bent over and I could see his asscrack through his shorts. It was more disturbing than sexy. I looked away and continued to pull and stretch to the music and the commands of the teacher in the front of the room.

Shavasana time came and I just exhaled and felt my body melt into the mat. I didn’t need anyone right now in my life. Matt was fun, but that was never going to be a real thing, and John didn’t seem to be right for me either. I liked the gym action, but again, it was all a little momentary, and anonymous. I needed something more substantial. More real. I felt a cool wave of air over me as if I was at the beach. I noticed that I was just at peace for the first time in a while. I needed to let go. I rolled over to the side as the class was over and just breathed for a minute. Then I got up, lightheaded, and put my strap and blocks away. I rolled up my mat and left, avoiding the bathroom altogether and heading out into the sunshine.

I felt clear for the first time in a while. I didn’t want to be beholden to a company, and subject to the whims of the management, and the nepotism of its leaders. I wanted to do my own thing, be the master of my own destiny. It felt free, scary, and new, and I was both relieved and frightened at the same time. It was time to go off and do my own thing. I knew that Clint would be part of this. If he wanted. I did get the sense he was annoyed by some of the same bs that I was. I had no idea what I was actually going to do, but I did feel like a door had been opened, and I was walking through it without a map or a parachute. But it felt right. I got back to my car. No note this time. Maybe Matt had moved on too. I was a little disappointed even though I knew it was probably for the best. Whether or not he returned, I felt differently about him and really about everything. It was time to move on with my life.

 

[MissingHood]

Great update, thanks @davekc!

 

[davekcmo]

Chapter 16

The rest of Sunday moved lazily along. Grocery shopping on the way home, and then some TV with the cloche for good measure. Between the gym the day before and yoga earlier in the day, I was physically spent. And really, I’d been neglecting the cloche. The phone buzzed around 7. It was Clint. “Hey, so we are on for 10 am tomorrow.” I replied with a thumbs up. “At our office or theirs,” I asked. “Theirs, see you at ours at 7. B there / B2.” I laughed at his joke and gave another thumbs up. I threw the blanket off of me, and lumbered into the kitchen. I made a salad and poured some water into a glass. I still felt different about everything, and I was unsure how it was going to work. I ate at the table and picked up the paper from earlier thumbing through the pages without really reading. I was trying to settle into the realization that I was embarking on a new life journey, and I wasn’t sure I was ready or not. I decided that I would let the journey take me, and see where I went. I was clearly in my head though, and I needed to shake it off.

My phone went off and I looked down. It was Mark. In reply to Tuesday he said, “what are you doing this evening?” I replied, “not really anything, what’s up?” He replied, “I’m thinking about cashing in the pizza chip early,” referring to our Tuesday night plan. I stopped for a minute. “I’m already eating dinner. Do you want to just stop by for a chat?” He gave a thumbs up and I sent him my address. I wasn’t sure how to host him, and it seemed out of the blue to reach out, so I figured I’d just go with it and let him tell me. I could make him a salad I guess, or order pizza for him. I folded the cloche and put it in the closet. I figured a blanket on the couch might send the wrong message. I was a bit surprised by his reach out; and, all of a sudden I pulled out the vacuum cleaner just to give the room a quick zhuzh. I don’t know that I had invited anyone over since Dan left, well, except when Dan came over and got his stuff a couple of weeks ago. I wasn’t going to dust or anything, he was a straight guy after all. But I did fluff the pillows on the sofa so they’d stand up straighter and greet Mark when he walked in.

There was a knock at the door as I put the vacuum cleaner away in the closet, and I checked my hair in the foyer mirror as I opened the door. He was standing there in a flannel and sweatpants. “Come in,” I said, moving aside so he could enter. He seemed a little shellshocked; his eyes seemed a bit wider than normal and he was fidgety. “Why don’t you sit down, do you want anything to drink?” I moved to the couch with the upright pillows eager to greet his ass. “Uh, sure, you got a beer?” I nodded and headed to the kitchen. Was it going to be one of those evenings? I had Clint and my future to work on in the morning. I pulled a bottle out of the fridge and the opener from the drawer. I brought both into him. He looked at me and said, “bottle, huh, you are fancy.” I shrugged my shoulders. “It’s what was in the fridge. Beer was more Dan’s thing, I was more a mixed drinks kind of uh, a guy,” I said catching myself a bit. I was going to say gay, but some guys don’t want it thrown in their face. Even when you are blowing them.

“So, uh, what’s going on,” I asked, changing the subject. He swallowed a swig, and set the bottle on the coffee table. He put it on a coaster that was already out in case. I thought to myself, well, he has been domesticated. “I got a call from my ex this afternoon and she is trying to sue for the remainder of the rent on our place together. I told her that I didn’t have the money for any of it, and she already had my furniture and kitchen stuff. I figured she was full of it, but it really threw me. I had been drinking and I looked at my phone and saw your message and thought, ‘I just need a place to cool off.’” He slumped into the couch for a minute and then reached for the bottle on the coffee table. I nodded and didn’t know what to say for a minute. “That sucks man,” was all I could muster. I put my hand on his shoulder and gripped it for a second. He didn’t pull away. He didn’t lean in either. So I rubbed him where I had gripped and then let go.

He seemed a little drunk already and I thought I should try to get him some food. “Say, are you hungry,” I asked as I walked to the kitchen, aware that my hips were sashaying a little bit in front of him. “Yeah, I could eat, what do you have,” he said. I heard the bottle hit the coaster again. I opened the freezer and found a microwavable pizza. “It’s not great, but it might do the trick,” I said as I held up the box toward him. “Sure, that’s great. Anything really.” I opened the box and put the pizza in the microwave over the stove and set the timer. The pizza rotated inside the microwave and I got a couple of plates out and a wheel cutter. I pulled out the pizza and put it on a cutting board and cut 8 slices. I put one on my plate and three on his. I think he might need more but I was trying not to hint. I grabbed a couple of napkins and headed back into the living room.

“Here, try this,” I said, handing the plate to him and then the napkin. I sat in the chair diagonally from where he was sitting and started to eat my slice. He was already finished with slice one and was working on slice two, as fast as he could shove the pizza into his mouth. “Good,” I asked. He nodded, as he took another drink of his beer. “Yeah, this is probably the best thing I’ve eaten today.” I smiled. “Well, there’s more pizza in the kitchen if you are still hungry.” He nodded and resumed the inhaling. I was about halfway through my slice when he finished his third and stood up to get some more. His flannel had ridden up while he was sitting, so as he stood I saw his exposed stomach, with brown curly hair around his belly button. There was a distinct path heading southward into the elastic of his sweatpants, and a bulge that was viewable even from the side.

He turned to me and headed into the kitchen and I saw the outline of his cock hanging down the right leg of his sweatpants, and it was easily six inches soft and as thick around as the toilet paper cardboard tube. His cock shifted back and forth in his sweatpants as he walked by, and I couldn’t help myself, I turned my head to watch his ass continue into the kitchen. It was a nice ass, if not completely toned, it had a nice round shape. I wondered if the cheeks were furry. I had to keep reminding myself that he was drunk, straight, and a little bit in crisis at the moment. It didn’t hurt to look a little. But my cock was starting to plump up in my sweats as I ogled the man in my kitchen taking the rest of the pizza, with a slice in his mouth and three more on the plate.

As he passed by me again, he handed his plate and took the slice out of his mouth. “Do you want any more,” he asked. I shook my head no, and said, “no, you go ahead. I already ate earlier.” He nodded and sat down, obscuring my view of his cock once again into the couch, whose pillows were less eager now that they had been sat on. “Do you want to watch some TV, or just hang out and talk for a while,” I asked. He was already on slice six. He sat that piece down on the plate and said, “sure, whatever you want to do. I don’t want to be a bother.” I thought, too late, I’m already both bothered and hot at the same time. I adjusted my cock in my underwear, and reached over for the remote. A basketball game was on, and I left it there for background noise. “So, uh, you have another beer,” he asked, holding up the empty bottle. I nodded, there were four or so left in the fridge. I was a bit worried he’d go through the rest of them tonight. I also thought he shouldn’t be driving any more in his condition. I returned from the kitchen with a cold bottle in hand. He said thanks with his mouth half full and opened it. I grabbed the empty and took it to the kitchen.

Then, I went upstairs and checked the guest room. It was ready for a guest; the pillows were not quite so eager as the couch, but everything was presentable. Dan used to call it the Holiday Inn because my design sense was the same as a chain hotel’s. It would do for Mark tonight. I came back down stairs and he was sitting with his legs spread and I thought I saw his cock still on his right crawling down his leg. I caught myself looking and returned my gaze to his face. It was glued to the TV, so I considered that a close call. There was casually checking out a bulge, and then there was outright staring. And that cock could give John’s a run for its money. Maybe that’s why she left him. It was simply too big. Now could be the time to ask, but just like John, I wasn’t sure I was ready to entertain a big cock like Mark’s either. I returned to the chair and looked at the TV screen.

“So what’s the score,” I asked. He put down the last slice of pizza on his plate and said, “66 tied,” still chewing. I nodded, “good game.” He shrugged, “it’s okay, I’m sorta half watching I guess.” He seemed lost. I didn’t know what to say, and he was on beer three having retrieved it himself while I was upstairs. I smiled and he smiled back. His eyes seemed to light up in a flash, and his face softened. He seemed warmer than when he first came through the door, and also calmer, but all of that could have been due to the beer. I looked at my watch subtly (I hoped!) and it was already 8:45. I thought, we need to go to bed. As nonchalant as I could make it I said, “you know you could stay over if you want.” He nodded, “thanks,” as he was chewing. After another swig of beer he said, “I don’t want to put you out.” I shrugged and said, “I have a guest room. You can sleep there if you want.” He nodded again and said, “yeah, that’s probably a good idea.” I nodded too as he killed bottle three. I stood up and leaned over him to get the plates as he was done with the pizza and I also gathered the beer bottles too. I felt his eyes staring at me as I walked to the kitchen and turned my head to meet his gaze. He didn’t flinch; he just kept staring at my ass as I walked into the other room and disposed of dinner.

He turned off the TV while I was putting the plates in the dishwasher with the salad bowl that had started the evening. I returned to the living room and he was standing up leaning over a bit. I said, “let’s head upstairs, big guy.” He threw an arm around my shoulders and I half dragged him up the stairs. I turned to the guest room and opened the door. He was sort of standing there with his shoulders slumped leaning against the dresser trying to take off his shoes. I knelt down and pulled at his laces. One shoe off, he set his leg down. In the process he leaned into me and I got a face full of his crotch. I felt his cock hit my mouth through the sweatpants as he steadied himself with his hand on my head. That shoved me further into the folds of the gray jersey fabric and I felt the warmth of his manhood. I was so tempted that I inhaled deeply and smelled his crotch scent, then exhaled, blowing a stream of hot air into his crotch. He let out an “ah” sound like he enjoyed it, and I felt the meat flex toward my mouth. I pulled back to get the other shoe unlaced. He shifted his weight to lift the other leg up and I saw his cock slide over arching up in the fabric as it adjusted to the new stance. His shoe came off and he sat his foot back down and pulled me into his crotch again, this time with his hand on the back of my head pushing my face into the fabric with more force. I inhaled again and this time, aimed my lips at his bulge that was now getting thicker and more rigid. He let out a groan, and started rubbing the back of my head. I grabbed his hips and exhaled another time, before I backed away and used his hips to pull myself back to my feet. He was facing me and he was looking bleary at me, and I thought, he’s too fragile to take advantage of.

I put my hands on his shoulders and turned his ass toward the bed. With one hand I pulled the covers back, and with the other I sent him backward, falling into the sheets. He grabbed a hold of my hips and pulled me with him. I landed over him and I felt his hands rub my asscheeks. His eyes were closed and he was umming and humming as he massaged my butt. I stretched over him, and felt his cock poking upward into my stomach. It was warm and flexing and I was really trying to be good. I leaned in and hugged him tightly for a second before whispering, “good night Mark.” He said, “don’t go,” as he pulled me into a hug, nestling his face into my chest. I let him stay there a minute, then I gave him a gentle squeeze before pulling myself away from him. I covered him up with the duvet and gave him another quick snuggle with his cock safely under wraps. He moaned a little as he whispered, “stay.” I kissed him on the cheek and whispered back, “no.” I got up and turned the light off and closed the door behind me.

 

[davekcmo]

Chapter 17

The rest of the night was restless for me. I thought about Mark sleeping down the hall from me. I could have stayed with him snuggling, but I didn’t want a drunken fuck in the dark, and the inevitable awkward morning after. He was hurting; still reeling from his breakup, and I was not ready to be a rebound. Especially if we were going to see each other early Saturday morning. And his cock would be formidable. And I had a big day ahead of me. My thoughts kept swirling. I turned off the alarm at 5:30, and put on some sweats. I opened my bedroom door and looked down the hall. The guest room door was shut but Mark’s sweats were laying on the floor in front of the door like a welcome mat. I guess he tried to get up to go the bathroom in the night. I checked the bathroom to make sure he wasn’t there, and then headed down the stairs.

In the kitchen, I started some coffee and then decided to fry some bacon, figuring that the smell would rouse him. I pulled out a plastic bag from the freezer. Dan would roll individual strips of bacon into a coil and freeze them, so I pulled out a couple of coils and put them in a pan and turned on the heat. I got a cup of coffee for myself and had a first sip. Then I stretched a bit in the kitchen as I started to hear the bacon sizzle. I retrieved a fork from the drawer and started to uncoil the bacon as it thawed and cooked. I was hoping that this would be enough to wake Mark, but he was pretty drunk last night. I was also hoping to see him in his undies as the sweats had been discarded. Fragile or not, he was still a hot man. I got the bacon to lie flat and then I turned it over. I pulled out the eggs and cracked a few into a bowl. I figured I’d scramble a few for the two of us.

It was almost 6, and I was going to need to get ready to be at the office by 7 to meet Clint. I put the bacon on a paper towel, and turned off the pan. I went upstairs and knocked on the door. No sound. I turned the handle of the door and peered in. Mark was naked and uncovered, his hairy ass facing me and his snores rumbling in the room. I walked over and put a hand on his shoulder and shook him. He rolled a bit back and forth, but didn’t rise. I saw his furry ass shift back and forth in the sunlight, the hairs down to his crack gleaming. I did stare for a minute or so before shaking him a little harder. “Mark, you need to get up,” I said. He shook, and then rolled over. His cock was thick and hard and pointing upward, needing to pee. He said, “okay,” as he stretched out his arms and his legs. I turned around and headed out of the room. “I’ve got coffee and breakfast started. Why don’t you come downstairs.” I left the door open and as I walked by his sweats, I turned and threw them back toward him on the bed where he was now sitting up, his cock still pointing outward. I headed back down the stairs. I was afraid if I turned around or stayed in his room any longer, I would fall into bed with him, and I needed to avoid the lure of his sexual attractiveness. I wanted to linger over that furry ass and stick my finger in, or maybe my tongue.

I returned to the kitchen and turned the stove on again and stirred the eggs in the bowl again for good measure. I put a couple of slices of bread in the toaster and then with a whoosh, I dumped the eggs into the skillet. They sizzled, and I turned the flame down. I began to scramble eggs when I heard Mark enter the kitchen. I pulled out a coffee cup and handed it to him, focusing on the eggs. He poured a cup and I turned off the eggs. I put eggs onto two plates, and then put the bacon on the one plate with a slice of toast. I took the other and put it with the eggs, and placed both on the counter. “You have the bacon,” I said. He nodded and sat in front of that plate. As I sat down next to him with my coffee, I placed a hand on his shoulder. He leaned over toward me a bit, and I put my hand on his shoulder. Then we began to eat. It was quiet for a bit, then he said, “this is great, thanks.” I nodded, “sure,” I replied. “I hated to wake you, but I need to be at work by 7.” He nodded, “no problem, thanks for letting me stay.” I nodded, “no problem, man, I didn’t want you to drive.” He nodded, “yeah, that was good. I was pretty messed up last night.” I nodded. The room went silent for a bit. I didn’t want to say anything, and I think he didn’t know what to say. I let it be for a bit, and then I got up and poured myself some more coffee, and looked over at him with the pot in hand. He nodded and held up his cup.

“I need to grab a shower,” I announced after finishing the last bite. “Just put your plate in the sink when you finish.” He nodded and I left the room. I went upstairs and grabbed a towel out of the closet and sat it on his bed and went into the bathroom and turned on the water. After I finished showering, I brushed my teeth and combed my hair, and wrapped my towel around me and opened the door. Mark was there, shirtless, that hairy chest in my way, and I smiled. “Oh, hi.” He smiled and said “hi.” I walked past him and he patted my ass as he entered the bathroom. I didn’t hear the door close but I went into my room and dropped my towel. My cock was starting to point outward after Mark’s asstouch, and I stretched my back a bit before putting on undies. I finished getting dressed and walked past the bathroom where the door was ajar. I think he was trying to tease me with the offer of joining him. I chuckled and headed downstairs. I was tempted, but not sure of what was going on with him. I wanted more than a quick fuck and I liked him as a person. I was certainly attracted, but I wasn’t sure he was ready for a real relationship, and I was starting to think that I was. It was nice having breakfast with someone though for a change. Dan and I had stopped eating meals together at some point in our relationship. I don’t know exactly when though. That was the problem in some ways. We got too used to one another, and went from being a couple, to being two peas in a pod, and finally to just coexisting.

Mark came downstairs in the same sweats and flannel shirt, but with wet hair. He looked great anyway, even though the hair was plastered down and the curls more reserved. I smiled at him and said, “I’m getting ready to head out.” He smiled back and said, “yeah, that’s fine, I’m ready too. The advantage of not bringing much over is I don’t have much to remember to take with me.” I laughed. I headed to the door, where my briefcase was waiting. I stopped and turned to him. “I’m glad you came over,” I said. I reached over and gave him a hug. He wrapped his arms around me tightly and whispered in my ear, “me too, it was nice hanging out with you, one n. I’d be up for it again. Soon.” I put my head on his shoulder still embraced and his hand traveled south from my back to my ass. He gave a little squeeze and I flexxed my cheek in response. I pulled back and looked at his eyes up close. They were hazel and quite warm. I leaned in and gave him a kiss on the lips. Gentle. The lips barely grazing each other. My cock was now rock hard in my suit pants, the underwear stretching to contain it. I pulled back and he leaned in and kissed me back a little more force and I felt his mouth open. My tongue licked around the inside of his mouth, and met his tongue. I felt his ass with my hand and then slid it inside his sweatpants. I felt the hairy ass that I had been so tempted by earlier in the morning, and traced a finger slowly along his crack. He moaned a little in my mouth. I reached around to his front and felt that cock of his, the pole of it thick and warm and rigid in my hand, a little precum from the tip on my palm. I returned my hand to his back and then patted him a few times. I pulled back and said, “I really need to go.” He pulled me back towards him and said, “no, stay.” It was like last night only sober this time.

I pulled back again, and his cock was pointing out in his sweatpants, no underwear to help manage his erection. I reached down and grabbed my briefcase and then the door. “Let’s go,” I said, already halfway outside. He moped a bit and said, “oh, kay, I guess so.” I smiled and he winked at me. He followed me out, his cock leading the way still. Fortunately no neighbors were in view. He headed to his car and me to mine. I waved as I got in, and he did a finger wave from his steering wheel as he pulled out and headed down the street. I sat a minute in my car and gathered my thoughts before turning over the ignition. I think he definitely had shown some interest, and I was half regretting not staying in his bed last night and half being glad that I hadn’t. The little Glen was definitely still on the side of regretting it as I was still erect in the car myself. I told my cock, “soon,” and drove off.

 

[MissingHood]

Chapter 17

The rest of the night was restless for me. I thought about Mark sleeping down the hall from me. I could have stayed with him snuggling, but I didn’t want a drunken fuck in the dark, and the inevitable awkward morning after. He was hurting; still reeling from his breakup, and I was not ready to be a rebound. Especially if we were going to see each other early Saturday morning. And his cock would be formidable. And I had a big day ahead of me. My thoughts kept swirling. I turned off the alarm at 5:30, and put on some sweats. I opened my bedroom door and looked down the hall. The guest room door was shut but Mark’s sweats were laying on the floor in front of the door like a welcome mat. I guess he tried to get up to go the bathroom in the night. I checked the bathroom to make sure he wasn’t there, and then headed down the stairs.

In the kitchen, I started some coffee and then decided to fry some bacon, figuring that the smell would rouse him. I pulled out a plastic bag from the freezer. Dan would roll individual strips of bacon into a coil and freeze them, so I pulled out a couple of coils and put them in a pan and turned on the heat. I got a cup of coffee for myself and had a first sip. Then I stretched a bit in the kitchen as I started to hear the bacon sizzle. I retrieved a fork from the drawer and started to uncoil the bacon as it thawed and cooked. I was hoping that this would be enough to wake Mark, but he was pretty drunk last night. I was also hoping to see him in his undies as the sweats had been discarded. Fragile or not, he was still a hot man. I got the bacon to lie flat and then I turned it over. I pulled out the eggs and cracked a few into a bowl. I figured I’d scramble a few for the two of us.

It was almost 6, and I was going to need to get ready to be at the office by 7 to meet Clint. I put the bacon on a paper towel, and turned off the pan. I went upstairs and knocked on the door. No sound. I turned the handle of the door and peered in. Mark was naked and uncovered, his hairy ass facing me and his snores rumbling in the room. I walked over and put a hand on his shoulder and shook him. He rolled a bit back and forth, but didn’t rise. I saw his furry ass shift back and forth in the sunlight, the hairs down to his crack gleaming. I did stare for a minute or so before shaking him a little harder. “Mark, you need to get up,” I said. He shook, and then rolled over. His cock was thick and hard and pointing upward, needing to pee. He said, “okay,” as he stretched out his arms and his legs. I turned around and headed out of the room. “I’ve got coffee and breakfast started. Why don’t you come downstairs.” I left the door open and as I walked by his sweats, I turned and threw them back toward him on the bed where he was now sitting up, his cock still pointing outward. I headed back down the stairs. I was afraid if I turned around or stayed in his room any longer, I would fall into bed with him, and I needed to avoid the lure of his sexual attractiveness. I wanted to linger over that furry ass and stick my finger in, or maybe my tongue.

I returned to the kitchen and turned the stove on again and stirred the eggs in the bowl again for good measure. I put a couple of slices of bread in the toaster and then with a whoosh, I dumped the eggs into the skillet. They sizzled, and I turned the flame down. I began to scramble eggs when I heard Mark enter the kitchen. I pulled out a coffee cup and handed it to him, focusing on the eggs. He poured a cup and I turned off the eggs. I put eggs onto two plates, and then put the bacon on the one plate with a slice of toast. I took the other and put it with the eggs, and placed both on the counter. “You have the bacon,” I said. He nodded and sat in front of that plate. As I sat down next to him with my coffee, I placed a hand on his shoulder. He leaned over toward me a bit, and I put my hand on his shoulder. Then we began to eat. It was quiet for a bit, then he said, “this is great, thanks.” I nodded, “sure,” I replied. “I hated to wake you, but I need to be at work by 7.” He nodded, “no problem, thanks for letting me stay.” I nodded, “no problem, man, I didn’t want you to drive.” He nodded, “yeah, that was good. I was pretty messed up last night.” I nodded. The room went silent for a bit. I didn’t want to say anything, and I think he didn’t know what to say. I let it be for a bit, and then I got up and poured myself some more coffee, and looked over at him with the pot in hand. He nodded and held up his cup.

“I need to grab a shower,” I announced after finishing the last bite. “Just put your plate in the sink when you finish.” He nodded and I left the room. I went upstairs and grabbed a towel out of the closet and sat it on his bed and went into the bathroom and turned on the water. After I finished showering, I brushed my teeth and combed my hair, and wrapped my towel around me and opened the door. Mark was there, shirtless, that hairy chest in my way, and I smiled. “Oh, hi.” He smiled and said “hi.” I walked past him and he patted my ass as he entered the bathroom. I didn’t hear the door close but I went into my room and dropped my towel. My cock was starting to point outward after Mark’s asstouch, and I stretched my back a bit before putting on undies. I finished getting dressed and walked past the bathroom where the door was ajar. I think he was trying to tease me with the offer of joining him. I chuckled and headed downstairs. I was tempted, but not sure of what was going on with him. I wanted more than a quick fuck and I liked him as a person. I was certainly attracted, but I wasn’t sure he was ready for a real relationship, and I was starting to think that I was. It was nice having breakfast with someone though for a change. Dan and I had stopped eating meals together at some point in our relationship. I don’t know exactly when though. That was the problem in some ways. We got too used to one another, and went from being a couple, to being two peas in a pod, and finally to just coexisting.

Mark came downstairs in the same sweats and flannel shirt, but with wet hair. He looked great anyway, even though the hair was plastered down and the curls more reserved. I smiled at him and said, “I’m getting ready to head out.” He smiled back and said, “yeah, that’s fine, I’m ready too. The advantage of not bringing much over is I don’t have much to remember to take with me.” I laughed. I headed to the door, where my briefcase was waiting. I stopped and turned to him. “I’m glad you came over,” I said. I reached over and gave him a hug. He wrapped his arms around me tightly and whispered in my ear, “me too, it was nice hanging out with you, one n. I’d be up for it again. Soon.” I put my head on his shoulder still embraced and his hand traveled south from my back to my ass. He gave a little squeeze and I flexxed my cheek in response. I pulled back and looked at his eyes up close. They were hazel and quite warm. I leaned in and gave him a kiss on the lips. Gentle. The lips barely grazing each other. My cock was now rock hard in my suit pants, the underwear stretching to contain it. I pulled back and he leaned in and kissed me back a little more force and I felt his mouth open. My tongue licked around the inside of his mouth, and met his tongue. I felt his ass with my hand and then slid it inside his sweatpants. I felt the hairy ass that I had been so tempted by earlier in the morning, and traced a finger slowly along his crack. He moaned a little in my mouth. I reached around to his front and felt that cock of his, the pole of it thick and warm and rigid in my hand, a little precum from the tip on my palm. I returned my hand to his back and then patted him a few times. I pulled back and said, “I really need to go.” He pulled me back towards him and said, “no, stay.” It was like last night only sober this time.

I pulled back again, and his cock was pointing out in his sweatpants, no underwear to help manage his erection. I reached down and grabbed my briefcase and then the door. “Let’s go,” I said, already halfway outside. He moped a bit and said, “oh, kay, I guess so.” I smiled and he winked at me. He followed me out, his cock leading the way still. Fortunately no neighbors were in view. He headed to his car and me to mine. I waved as I got in, and he did a finger wave from his steering wheel as he pulled out and headed down the street. I sat a minute in my car and gathered my thoughts before turning over the ignition. I think he definitely had shown some interest, and I was half regretting not staying in his bed last night and half being glad that I hadn’t. The little Glen was definitely still on the side of regretting it as I was still erect in the car myself. I told my cock, “soon,” and drove off.

This was a really good chapter

 

[davekcmo]

Chapter 18

I had regained my composure as I pulled into the office parking lot at 6:57. I was never this early, but I had promised Clint I would be there by 7. I looked in the rearview mirror and fussed with my hair. I was actually nervous. This was going to be the first real test of the new plan, reaching out to Brenda’s boss, Bill, and the others that I had also contacted. I opened the car door and grabbed my briefcase. I walked into the office, which was still mostly empty, only a few stalwart go getters there. I sat my stuff down at my cubicle and turned on the computer, before grabbing a coffee cup and heading to the kitchen.

I returned to my desk with my mug in hand and opened up my email. Out of the four clients I had emailed over the weekend, two had replied. Bill said, “sure thing, I hear you are already going to be around, so why don’t we sit down around 11?” I nodded to myself and sent a short note back acknowledging and agreeing. I also got an email from Derek, a guy I’d met with a couple of times, who was another of my clients that were shuttled to Jack when he came onboard. Derek emailed and said that he was on travel in Europe for the week, but would be back the next week, and would enjoy meeting up with me. I nodded again and sent another acknowledgement, this time blind copying Clint and including a suggestion of the following Wednesday. I had two, and that was two more than I had on Friday. I got up and walked over to see our master computer programmer and he was sitting in his cube in a suit. I looked at him askance and said, “dude, they are going to confuse you for a sales guy.” He shook his head no, and said, “nah, I’m still a geek through and through. But, I wanna be slick for the big guy. Bren says he’s big on dressing up.” I nodded, and looked down at myself. In a navy suit with white shirt and red tie. And a half of a hard on from Mark that wouldn’t go away. Damn that ass.

I looked back at Clint. “We have another client meeting next week.” He nodded typing furiously at the screen. “I can read, man,” he snorted. I smiled. “Yeah, I know, but I am excited to be moving on this.” He nodded and said, “you need to move faster, shit is coming down hard.” I nodded and leaned over. I whispered, “what do you know?” He shook his head no and said, “in the car.” I nodded and walked away. That bothered me, because he knew something that I didn’t, and from the sound of it, it was not good and coming faster than I had expected. But the computer guys were often the ones in tin foil hats complaining that the world was going to end. I was just a sales guy. But I did understand the computer systems, and really I understood the people who were using them too. I thought about that some more as I continued to ruminate on the job and what might be happening around the corner.

I wrote an out of office message on the team white board for 9:30, so Clint and I would have time to get over to ‘Bren’s’ office park. I was a little taken aback by the suddenness of that romance. I would have to get the dish eventually from Bren. Clint was a more reserved type and not prone to gossip. But he did have a certain swagger, especially behind a monitor. I returned to my computer and thought a bit more about our clients. I opened our sales database, and did some general searches. We had a local clientele. Mostly in around a 100 mile radius, I guess so we could service them, but I don’t think we ever really did. We handled mostly manufacturing, in a world that was becoming more digital. I guess we figured if they could write software, they could do their own accounting and filing. The biggest question I had was why did some folks stick with us? I needed to ask Bill that question. And I found four other clients that I wanted to approach as well. I shot off emails to them and figured I would see if there were others that might bite.

I approached a couple of other sales folks. Sarah and Mick were talking in the kitchen. “Hey folks, how was your weekend,” I started, trying to be smooth. Sarah was non committal, “it was fine.” Mick nodded. I had interrupted I guess. I barged through that and continued, “so I’m trying to set up some client meetings to get a better idea of how they are using our software. Do you mind if I reach out to some of yours?” Sarah shrugged, “sure, the software is shit. Everyone knows it. I’m here until I’m not.” Mick nodded, “sure man, whatever floats your boat. I hear they’re gonna rif most of us at the end of the quarter anyway. Except the Jack-ass.” I nodded. The grandson would go down with the ship.

“That’s why they brought in Jim,” Mick whispered. “He’s the hatchetman.” I nodded again. Jim had been in the recent meetings, and I knew that he was one of the highlighters in the marathoner level. He was shorter, thin, greying curly hair, and a tight ass from all that running. Sarah shrugged. “I already have another gig lined up.” She looked directly at me. “You should have one too,” she whispered right in my face. I grimaced. “Thanks,” I whispered back. “I appreciate the intel.” I returned to my desk. The rumor mill was certainly going at full steam. Maybe we were on the Titanic and the iceberg was in full view.

I reached out to another handful of Sarah’s and Mick’s clients. I figured it wouldn’t hurt. I was already up to twenty, when Clint came by an hour later. “You ready,” he asked. It was only 8:45. I said, “sure, but it’s early.” He nodded, “yeah, but we gotta talk. And this gives us time.” I nodded. I wasn’t sure what we needed to talk about, but we were heading out. I grabbed my stuff and followed Clint to the door. I saw my boss coming in. “Hey Glen,” he said. I said, “good morning, sir, I have a client meeting, so I need to go.” He nodded and said, “we can talk later, you go sell.” I smiled a bit, and left with Clint, who did not look up or stop his pace out of the building. We got to his truck and he said, “hop in, I’ll drive over.” I nodded and walked around to get into the passenger side. For a geek he had a big, F-150 pick up with an extended cab. It was a beast of a truck and when he started the ignition, it roared.

As he pulled out of the parking lot he started his story. “So, the rumor is that they are looking at numbers, and are going to start RIFfing folks they don’t need. The computer guys are fine for now, but they don’t need all of us, and the sales guys may be last if they can get a few more sales out of you. Right now customer service is getting cut by 25% this week, and so that young dude you linger over will likely be out of a job whether you like his butt or not.” I looked at him. “What are you talking about,” I asked, feigning ignorance. He shook his head as he turned on his turn signal. “You know, Ian or Ivan or something.” Ah yes, Ian. He did have a great butt. Small and tight and perky. And he always wore tight khakis that showed it off. I inhaled deeply. “Well, anyway, he’ll be gone I bet by Friday,” Clint said. I nodded. Then I remembered Jim was part of the highlighters and most of them were gay. Maybe that would save Ian. Or not. Depended on whether he was an ass man I guess.

I went quiet for a bit. We were heading into the office park. “So, you got a plan for this meeting,” he asked. I nodded. “I did some market research this weekend, and drafted some questions,” I replied. “Good,” he said. “This is for all of us. We’ve got to figure out something.” I began to think that maybe the company should go under. The reality was they didn’t treat any of us very well, but I was still a little surprised Clint was fighting so hard. It didn’t seem like he was the company man kind of type. I wasn’t sure about it myself. The conversation with Sarah and Mick also showed me that there were those that were looking to bail. Things seemed to be kind of bleak, maybe it was that I finally realized it. But Clint was a fighter. Maybe I needed to be.

We got out of the truck. I had to jump down and I swung the door to close it. I was a little overwhelmed by the massiveness of Clint’s vehicle. I wondered if Brenda was able to mount this truck. Maybe Clint helped push her ass up. I had to shake the image of them from my mind. I needed to bring my A game. I shook my head and tried to think about Bill. That deep voice, that rough handshake. It was going to be tough for me to stay focused. I nearly came the last time I met with him. He growled, “hey boy,” and my cock got immediately hard. I think he knew what he was doing. I didn’t know what I was though. I needed to get myself focused.

We arrived at the door and Brenda was already there to meet us. She looked especially nice, in a dress and earrings this morning, replacing the usual slacks and western shirt. Clint smiled and said, “ma’am, it’s great to see you again.” She smiled and said, “yes of course sir, we’re always glad to have some expert computer support.” Clint straightened up and walked following her closely. I slowly followed, and tried to get myself ready for the talk. Breathe in, breathe out. I was nervous. Maybe because Clint had set this up as a make or break event. Brenda turned back and said, “hi, Glen, it is great to see you again as well.” I smiled and nodded. She turned back around and put a hand on Clint’s arm, saying, “let me bring you over to the computer system, and maybe you can continue your magic.” Clint nodded and followed, his suit jacket shifting back and forth as he walked with determination. I knew where Bill’s office was, but I waited for Brenda to return to escort me over, as was protocol.

Brenda returned a minute or so later and brought me to Bill’s office area. I looked over and there was a bathroom off to the side outside his office door. “He’ll be with you in a bit. Why don’t you have a seat in his waiting area, and I’ll see if I can find him.” I nodded and sat down for minute, unbuttoning my suit jacket. After she left I realized I was a little bored, and nervous, and I decided to go pee. I left my briefcase, and headed over to the door to the men’s room. I went in and saw two urinals next to one another without a divider. I took the urinal to the left. I closed my eyes and took a couple of deep breaths with my cock out in my hand. I started to release a stream and I kept my eyes closed as I practiced some deep breathing. I heard another stream next to me and realized I was not alone.

I took a deep breath and opened my eyes, glancing over to my right. It was BIll. He was standing away from the urinal with his right hand on his cock and his left hand at his side, giving me a full view. I looked over to see a log of a cock with a foreskin pulled back but still hugging the crown of his head. I refocused my eyes forward and shook my cock as I had started to dribble. I put my cock back in my undies, as I heard his piss stream slow as well. He pulled back and forth on his cock retracting his hood back and forth slowly, teasing me with a deep purple head that was thicker than a half dollar, and shiny. I finished looping the belt back and stepped back, flushing my urinal and heading to the sink without looking back. I had hoped my scan of his manhood was subtle, but I did find my own cock chubbing up so I needed to push it down and to the side to keep it from looking so obvious in my wool slacks. I washed my hands quickly, and was drying them as I heard Bill flush and join me at the sink. I nodded his direction, and he gave me a smirk, but with little else.

I looked him over a second, with his flat top and grey hair, and the broad shoulders, and barrel chest. He could hug me and lift me off of my feet, with at least six inches of height more than I had. I nodded and left the restroom before he finished washing his hands. I returned to the waiting area for the inevitable wet handshake we were destined to have. He opened the door to his office area a couple of seconds later, and then said in a deep bass voice, “Hello there young man,” offering his damp hand. I shook it and it was warm and strong. I returned his greeting with a strong, “good morning sir, how are you doing?” It was loud and clear, as I tried to match his energy. “I’m doing very well, thank you. Why don’t you come in and have a seat in the office,” he boomed heading toward his inner sanctum. I followed and he shut the door behind me. I had my briefcase and sat it down next to the chair across from his fancy leather chair and desk. There was a calendar on the wall behind him, a rarity in today’s electronic world, but it was a nice throw back to a time with rotary phones and fax machines.

“So, how are you doing son,” Bill began, a little softer than before. I nodded and said, “can’t complain sir, but I am here to find out how you are doing?” Judging by the size of that cockhead, I would have said, pretty well. But, he seemed more genuine, as if he was concerned. “Well, I have to admit it was tough when we got reassigned. That Jack-ass they sent us,” I chuckled at the play on Jack’s name, “is no Glen Jacobs, I can tell you. You were good for us, and that’s why we gave you the time of day.” I nodded and said, “thank you,” in a low voice, realizing the compliment he was giving me. He continued, “I hear things are tough for you all,” he asked. I nodded, and said, “yes sir, I’m not sure I know the extent, but I understand that there was a push to sell new systems, and less of a push to make sure they worked. So, we, my colleague Clinton and I have been trying to circle back with some loyal customers to make sure we can keep you as a customer for the long term.” He nodded. “I figured that’s part of it. But, I called Jack to ask him about what the plan was for the computer system, and he gave me some bullshit answer. I pressed him and he called us small potatoes.” I inhaled sharply. “I am so sorry to hear that, sir,” I apologized slowly. He shook his head no, “oh don’t worry about it boy, you weren’t at fault, he’s a cocky sonavabitch. But, I figured it wasn’t your idea either. I’m a old rascal, I get that he’s probably somebody’s kid.”

We got quiet for a minute. “Sir,” I began, “I need to figure out how to help you, and then, figure out what we can offer you to keep you as a customer longer term. The relationships I built I am really proud of them, and I don’t like the way you’ve been treated.” He nodded. “I really appreciate it,” he responded, warmly and with kind eyes, “you were green when we got you, and you were always good to Brenda. That’s my test, how she gets treated. Jack-ass won’t even talk to her on the phone.” My heart broke a little. Brenda was the best. Clint certainly thought so. “But, you and now that boy Clint have taken a real interest in our little shop, and I do appreciate that. More than you know.” I said, thank you, again, and then looked right into his eyes. “I need to have a talk with you about where you want the software to go,” I asked, “because, I’m at a loss of what to do, and even if we can sell you something else. Brenda knows what to fix and Clint is working on that, but I need to have a bigger idea about how to launch a 2.0 version of something that would be worthy of selling to you.”

He took a minute, and I could hear him breathe heavy and think. He finally said, “you know, what would really help me,” he was mumbling, “ I think it’s the back end office support that even Brenda doesn’t see, it’s the tax reporting, and the filing and the forms, and all the bullshit with the county and the state and even the goddamn feds. It’s such a pain in the ass. April 15 is less than two months away and I have no clue of what’s what. And the CPA I use is a pain in the ass too.” I thought about his cock and thought, that would be a real pain in the ass for me. I shifted in my seat a second. I nodded and said, “so if we could automate all the filing that would help?” He nodded, “yeah, man, just feed the stuff to the CPA would be easier than Brenda having to print it out with screen shots and shit.” I nodded. I remember Brenda being a grouchy mess last April as we were thinking about upgrading their system.

“Can I ask a question about this,” I inquired. He nodded without saying anything. “What I’d like to do is package this, and use you as a beta tester, but would you be willing to do this, with the caveat that I would have to charge you something.” He sat back for a minute. I wasn’t sure what he’d say. Finally he said, “how about this, let’s see if you can get this working and a prototype, and I’m willing to consider a sale by April 1.” I nodded. I wasn’t sure that was enough of a runway for me, but I think given how shitty Jack had been to them, it was likely the best I was going to get. I nodded and said, “thank you sir. I look forward to fixing this and getting you the system you deserve.” I stuck out my hand. He met mine and we shook. “It’s only 6 weeks away,” he offered, “ and if you can get this working early, I’m open to moving the date up.” I nodded and said, “thank you sir,” a little more enthusiastically.

 

[davekcmo]

Chapter 19

I got up and picked up my briefcase. Not a sale today, but enough of an idea that I thought, Clint could figure this out in a week or two. I’d have to see how much it would be worth to them. I know how much it would be worth to us. Our jobs. The company. Our future. I was sure Clint would be able to figure this out. I walked out of his office and shut the door behind me. I left the waiting area, and walked down toward Brenda’s area. She was sitting on her desk while Clint was in her chair and she was fussing with his tie. I smiled as I strolled in. “Hey there happy people,” I began, as Brenda sat back a little from Clint and he looked over at me. “Well,” he said.

I nodded, “we have our work cut out for us,” I said to him. “Bill wants us to help Brenda with the tax filing paperwork she needs to get ready for their accounting folks to process.” Brenda exhaled quickly and said, “thank you Jesus, that is a royal pain in my patootie.” Clint smiled, I guess thinking about her patootie. I leaned over, “he is willing to pay if we can get it done before April 1. So, as soon as we can, maybe it will be something we can package and sell to other clients too.” Clint nodded. “I’m going to have to ask you to walk me through your tax process, ma’am,” he said to Brenda. “Well, certainly, sir,” she replied, leaning on the sir quite a bit. I thought, oh jesus, is this part of their role play?

I turned to Brenda and asked, “so tell me what’s involved in this tax paperwork process.” She composed herself and then explained how she had to recreate sales records for the prior year, and print things out from different screens, and then the printer would get overwhelmed and she would have to turn it off and back on again, and start over at times. Clint was already taking notes, and he asked her to sit and he hovered over her as she walked through each of the steps she did. She had a document taped to her filing cabinet that provided the steps she did to get the documents together. I asked her how long it took, and she said, “days.” I nodded, “could you be more specific?” She thought a minute and said, “about sixty hours to do it all.” I thought, that gives me an idea of what I could charge. I turned to Clint, “do you think you can get that down to a single keystroke for her?” He smiled, and said, “I think I can get it to run automatically and just package it up for her.” I smiled and she said, “hallelujah,.” raising her hands to the heavens. He whispered, “hallelujah,” to himself, knowing he was basically a god of computer systems.

I turned to Clint, “so are we ready?” He said, “so, Bren and I are going to get lunch in a bit, why don’t you join us?” I thought about needing to check email and finding some additional clients to whom I needed to try to sell. “I should get back to my desk.” He nodded and then Brenda piped up, “why don’t you use Marcie’s desk. She’s on leave for the next week, and then you can join us for lunch.” I nodded and said, “that’s great, thanks.” I nodded and walked over to the desk at the other corner. Brenda turned the computer on and she got me set up with a web browser. I was able to log in remotely, and she was amazed. “I wish I could do that from home,” she mused. I looked over at Clint. “I’m already on it,” he mumbled. I checked my email and there was another client who was interested in talking to me on Thursday. We were starting to get some traction with this new approach. I was really hoping we could turn it into sales.

After an hour or so, Clint said, “you ready,” but I wasn’t sure to whom. Brenda stood up and said, “yes, sugar,” in a quiet tone of voice. I nodded, and closed out of my email. I logged off and picked up my stuff. Clint turned to me and said, “you’ll have to ride in the backseat.” I nodded. I got it, you have your girl. Brenda then said, “look let me drive and follow you. You need to get back to your office, and I’ll just drive myself back.” Clint looked disappointed. Brenda leaned in and whispered, “don’t you worry sweetie, I got extra sugar for you this evening.” Clint turned bright red and then said, “let’s go, we’re burning daylight.” I nodded and followed them out of the building.

As I climbed back into the cab of his truck, he stood outside talking to Brenda. I could hear them and then it went silent. I leaned over and saw him and her kissing, and his hand on her breast rubbing it in a circular motion. She was rubbing his crotch up and down. I thought, sugar came early. And maybe Clint might as well. I leaned back over to my side of the cab and waited. He opened the door a couple of minutes later and joined me on the bench of the seat. I looked over and his cock was pointing up and over in his suit pants. I could see the outline of the head in the fabric, and he had a nice sized mouthful there. It wasn’t huge, but it was a nice roll of quarters there, of three or four inches that was happy to see his girlfriend. He started the truck and pulled out of the parking slot.

We didn’t talk much as we headed back to the highway. “Where are we going,” I finally asked. He turned off the highway and said, “we figured the Sizzler for today. She likes a steak.” I looked down at his cock finally waning and thought, yeah, a tube steak. “So, how did the meeting with the big man go,” he asked, turning into the parking lot. “It was good,” I said. “He was interested in how much time and effort we were spending with them, and I’m hoping that you can create a report for the taxes that will be something that we can sell to other clients.” He nodded. “Yeah, I think that’s the easy part. I don’t know if this software has longevity. I’m wondering if we shouldn’t just rewrite it all.”

I nodded, “I dunno man, I am just a sales guy. But, I think we need to get the car we are currently driving to be ship shape before we go try reinventing a new one.” He nodded. “Yeah, you are probably right. But, you are more than just a sales guy, you get people. It’s a good skill. Bill respects you.” I nodded. “No, really man,” Clint repeated, “that’s rare in our company, nobody likes the sales guys. You are different, that’s why I reached out to you in the first place.” I held my breath for a moment. “Thanks man,” I said softly, “that means a lot.” He shrugged, “besides, you introduced me to my lady. I owe you.” I laughed and said, “you made the rest happen, I was just the catalyst.” He shrugged. We got out of the truck and waited for Brenda to pull in.

Lunch was a chatty affair, with Clint and Brenda sitting on one side, and me on the other. It was really a third wheel situation. I got more salad that I needed just to give them time alone. They sat close and I suspect there was some under table action happening. I was really getting antsy to get back to the office. There was an email from Jim I hadn’t told Clint about. He wanted to talk to the sales team about their numbers. I knew mine hadn’t been good. I didn’t think any of ours had been. I think the looming tax season was impacting more than just Brenda and Bill, and I was hoping that Clint and I could help get the rest of our clients back on track.

Clint and I left Brenda and headed back to the office. His hard-on was riding shotgun with us, between him and me, and I leaned my head against the door window on the way back. I was starting to feel the fatigue from the evening adventure with Mark. I started to daydream about his furry ass, and that tentpole of a cock of his. I wasn’t sure I could get my hand around it, much less my mouth. And ass was something I would have to work up to. But then Bill’s cock was nice, a perfect mouthful. I imagined him standing in front of me with his hands on his hips feeding me that cock of his. The foreskin around his head, me sticking my tongue inside, and running it around, and then using my fingers to pull it back and then lick the underside of his head. I was starting to get hard from that fantasy. I hadn’t known too many uncut guys, just one from my freshman year at college, a farm boy who when asked about his sheath said, “oh I was born at home and they never did the cut.” I thought, how lucky. I asked him if I could touch it once and he told me for a twenty I could. Best money I ever spent. I even blew him.

The truck lurched to a stop. We were already back at the office. I must have zoned out reminiscing about college dick. I was certainly hard, thinking about Bill’s uncut member. I turned to Clint and said, “hey man, thanks for driving.” He nodded, “sure thing, I’m glad to get out of the dungeon some days. I use you as my excuse. Besides I got to have lunch with my girlfriend, and hopefully save my job.” I nodded. “Yeah, I think we can figure this out,” I replied, trying to keep up with Clint’s determined walking pace back into our office building. We parted ways once inside, and I went back to the sales floor. It was quiet and I realized they had already walked over to the conference room for the big meeting. I dropped my bag and grabbed a notebook and pen and walked over.

The team was talking and milling, half of them sitting and half standing and gesturing with their hands. I took a seat in the far corner, and looked at the front of the room. My boss was there sitting next to Jim, and Jim was next to Ralph who was talking to Jack. I thought about Bill’s nickname for him, Jack-ass, and then just chuckled. He didn’t have much of an ass to speak of. It was not shaped by the khakis he was wearing, more like a deflated balloon. I looked over and Mick and Sarah were sitting over to my left talking together quietly and not looking up. There were twelve of us in total and I wasn’t sure what they were going to do with our team if they were going to lay off people.

Jim stood up and cleared his throat to start the meeting. He looked different in a suit than what I had seen of him in our Saturday morning highlighter colors. His ass was tight and round, rare for a marathoner who looked more like Jack’s flat no-ass than Jim’s round and perky one. But, in his business wear that ass was safely tucked away from view. “Quiet down everybody, and take a seat. Let’s get started,” Jim intoned. I was already ready, so I opened my notebook and uncapped my pen. For the next fifteen or twenty minutes, Jim reviewed all the sales numbers for the past quarter by team. It was a stark amount, a drop in sales of 35% from fourth quarter of the previous year. And because nobody wants to upgrade computer systems in the first quarter until taxes were over, we were likely not to improve until summer.

Jim threw down an ultimatum. “Either sales improve or people go,” he said determinedly. I was not surprised. But I wasn’t sure when the hammer would fall. He said, “look, you all have until May 30th to make some sales. Yes, nobody is going to buy software until taxes are over, but that doesn’t mean we can’t sell upgrades or keep potentials warm. You never know.” I thought, oh, but I do know. It was the best pep talk he could offer. I got it. I took notes and thought about the others. We had expected that once we got a client, they’d buy the upgrade every year. But, over the past two years, the upgrades had been shoddy and the clients were learning not to mess with prior version’s success. “Are there any questions,” he asked finally, signifying the end of the beating. Nobody raised a hand. After a minute he said, “very well, back to work.” We all filtered out of the room.

Jim stopped me as I was at the door. “Hey, ah, Glen, is it,” he asked. I nodded, “yes, sir, what can I do for you.” He said, “well, sell, but as I understand it you are spending time with our existing customers to better understand their needs.” I nodded. “Any insights so far,” he asked. I nodded and said, “well, right now we have a couple of upgrades that don’t appear to be working as advertised, so I’m partnering with a coder in the software development office to see if we can help untangle the current mess.” He nodded, “that’s good. Just remember to upsell them.” I nodded, “yes, sir. I’m just trying to get them ready for the upsell.” I smiled and waved to him as I left. It was uncomfortable, and I was concerned about sharing too much information so early in my work with Clint. And with Brenda and Bill. Yes we need to sell, but we have to solve the problems too. It’s not an either or, it’s definitely a yes and.

I had a deadline to improve sales. And I had an idea of how to do it. I just needed to get it working. I went over and saw Clint. He was there working at his computer with star wars action figures standing guard over his monitor. “Hey, I said,” to announce my presence. He didn’t look up but said, “hey.” I continued, “well, we have our deadline, May 30th, so I’m thinking we can get things worked out by then for sure?” He nodded. I turned to go and said, “well, anyway, just letting you know…” He interrupted me, “hey, I get it. I’m working on the new tax paperwork code. I made a copy of Bren’s checklist and I should have it ready to test by Friday. Want to go back over and see if we can make her squeal with joy?” I nodded yes, but was a bit uncomfortable with the idea of her squealing with joy. “You want to come with me to Derek’s office on Thursday,” I asked him. “Maybe, I’ll let you do the shmoozing. I’m good with computers and numbers.” I nodded. And fondling Brenda’s breasts. I let it drop. We were a good team.

It was nearly 4:30, and I was ready to head out. It had been a long day, starting at 7 am. I was looking forward to an early night. But, I realized, I should do a leg workout at the gym since tomorrow was going to be spent with Mark. I guess. I dunno. It wasn’t confirmed, but I figured he didn’t have anything on the calendar, and I was hoping to get more time with that body of his. I didn’t know what might come of it. I was thinking about him coming on me. Or in me. Or me in him. I didn’t know which tab was going into which slot. I was thinking about that furry tummy of his. And the matching asscrack. I packed up my stuff and headed out to my car. I waved at my boss who was on the phone, and I exited the double doors. I turned on the ignition to my car and headed over to the gym.

 

[davekcmo]

Chapter 20

The gym was crowded just after work. This is why I never come this early. Hm. But, there were some great eye candy on the ellipticals, asses shifting side to side, and the sweat on their backs pooling in the middle, drawing a straight line down to their asscracks. I was actually tired and not really motivated to lift. But, I knew that if we were going to run a race in a couple of months, that I would need to have some muscle support. I went to the locker room and changed. It was surprisingly quiet, so for once I was undistracted by towels, asses, and the occasional floppy cock. I thought about Bill and his uncut one. The hood of it extended over his head and pointed off to the side. I was surprised because the one guy in college I played with, well, the skin opened into a hole straight off the piss slit. I never really gave much thought to variations in foreskins.

I emerged from the locker room in shorts and a t-shirt, and headed over to the weights. I did a few sets of arms and then focused on legs. Front lunges, back lunges, diagonal lunges. I did three sets of 10 on each leg. It took me about 45 minutes. I didn’t have any place to be, though, so I did some crunches and finished off with some stretches. The gym was clearing out and I guess folks were heading home to dinner. And I needed to think about that as well. I wasn’t really hungry after lunch with Clint and Brenda, but I was tired and ready to relax with the cloche. I got up from the mat and wiped it down. I walked into the locker room and heard the sounds of men’s voices and water running. I grabbed my stuff and left without venturing into the showers. A wave of fatigue hit me suddenly from the day and the workout. I was also thinking about Mark, running my finger across his furry crack, and how nice it was to eat a meal or two with someone else.
The wind was cold against my bare thighs as I walked out toward my car. I hung up my suit in the back seat hook, and headed back to the house. Home. I was ready for some down time. I got in and dropped my bags at the door and took the suit upstairs. My phone buzzed, and I pulled it out of my pockets. It was Roger, inviting me for pizza. I was actually beat, and declined, a first since joining the highlighters. I got a seltzer water from the fridge and started prepping a salad. I didn’t even turn on the TV. I ate in the kitchen standing up and thinking about the conversation with Bill. He was kind, tough, but honest, and I think he really valued me. I had been so attracted to him, his gruffness, and deep voice and the firm handshakes, that I didn’t think about whether I valued him. It was a job to me, and I enjoyed them, but how was the company doing, and what would happen to our customers if we went under. There are other software firms out there. But we spent months getting them up to speed. I was beginning to see things from Clint’s perspective.

I opened my laptop from work and checked my mail. There were a couple of other responses to my inquiry, a couple of nos that weren’t interested in talking to me, and a couple more yeses. I responded right then with offers to meet in the coming days, and my schedule went from bare to a client meeting every other day. I texted Clint and asked him about the tax document strategy, could we make that work for all of our clients. About ten minutes later he responded with a hell yes. He said, “I’m back at Bren’s desk now working through the particulars.” I replied with a thumbs up, and put my phone back in my shorts. I was still in my gym attire. And just beat. I cleaned up my dishes and turned off the kitchen light. I shut my laptop and put it back in my bag and turned off the lights heading up to bed. I wasn’t even going to shower. I just crawled into bed.

Sometime in the middle of the night I woke with a start. I was wrapped in my blanket like a burrito and was diagonal in the bed. I was hard and had to go pee. But I was a bit trapped in the linens. I rolled my self around and wrestled myself free. I got up and checked my phone, still in my pocket. It was 3 am and I was wide awake. I must have gone to bed before 8 and my body was done with sleeping. I went to the bathroom and then returned to my bed, uncurling the sheets and blankets, and stretching a bit. I went downstairs and got some water out of the pitcher in the fridge. I turned on the light in the dining room and sat down with my glass. I really felt like going for run. But, I needed about two or three more hours of sleep. I was oddly calm though, and decided to journal a bit. I pulled out a notebook from my work bag and a pen and just started writing. I didn’t have a plan. But things began to take shape as I began to scribble.

I was thinking about the past few years at the company. I did okay, but I wasn’t going to be the CEO. I wanted more control, more creativity. I wanted to call the shots, have the conversations with folks like I had with Bill. Be a big man. I was tired of working in the background, of selling in my territory, having that territory redistributed. I thought about what I wanted. I liked Bill and Brenda, and I wanted to see their company succeed. I wrote down, how can I help others be successful? I wasn’t a big proponent of servant leadership, except maybe serving Bill’s cock, but I wanted to be more than a cog in the wheel. I then wrote down, what if I already am a big man? I was thinking about how I saw myself. What if I saw what others saw in me. What if I took more of an interest in caring about my own career and my customers.

I made a list of my top ten customers. Obviously Bill and Brenda, but there were others. And as I got to the tenth one, I realized that I had more there, folks I should check on, and see how they were getting along with our software. I decided that I would contact my whole book this week and try to have the same conversation that I had with Bill. I got up to get another glass of water, and I saw the first faint sunbeams of dawn. The horizon was just warming to a ruddy blue, and I realized it was later than I knew. I looked over at the clock on the stove and it said, 5 am. I felt better about my plans, and my mindset. I was ready to get to work. I knew that Mark was likely to come over this eve, so I looked around the house and picked up a bit. There wasn’t much that had gotten messy since he was last here, but I ran the vacuum around the living room again. Dan used to tease me that the vacuum was my one house move before company came over. Was Mark company still? Probably. I suppose once I stop vacuuming before he comes over, he will transition over to something else. What I didn’t know. I checked the fridge and thought, I don’t have any beer, he drank the last of it on Sunday. Maybe not getting any would be the right call this evening. I had to stay on my A game anyway.

I got ready and headed out about 6:45. I was now on the seven o’clock schedule like Clint. I rushed into the office and turned on my computer without even getting coffee. I was a man on a mission. Not just to sell, but to be of value. I checked my sales figures from the last few weeks. Things had been slow, after Christmas and into taxes. I took out my list of key customers. Before I called them I thought about what they meant to me. It sounded sappy, but I was really trying to dig deep and figure out what the call was going to cover. I picked up the receiver and dialed the first one. There wasn’t an answer, probably because 7 am might be a little too early. As I set down the receiver my phone rang. I picked it back up. It was Derek.

“Hey, I was hoping you were an early bird,” he greeted me. I chuckled, “yeah, I’m just getting in, what can I do for you?” He started right in. “Your email was really timely. We are having difficulty getting your system to align to a new scanner upgrade. I was wondering if you could get me some help before our call next week?” I replied, “sure, what scanner did you upgrade to,” I asked. He told me it was the same model as the one Brenda was fighting with. I messaged Clint who was already online and asked if he could assist with Derek’s system. He gave a thumbs up and I told Derek, “sure, I think we could get you taken care of today. Is there someone in your office to meet me and my team.” Listen to me, 'and my team.' But it was my team, and really, Clint’s solution. Derek replied, “yeah, Cheryl gets in at 9. I’ll let her know you’ll be there today to fix it. Thanks a lot Glen, you are a lifesaver.” I ended with, “no problem sir, happy to help. You are one of my best customers, I want to make sure you are taken care of.” He said, “Ii appreciate that. More than you know. Gotta run.” And with that, the phone disconnected.

I walked over to Clint’s desk. He was drinking an energy drink and typing furiously. I said, “hey, how’s it going.” He nodded. “Good, I have the software upgrade for the tax module about done. Should be ready to test today if I can keep at it.” I nodded, “well, I am hoping that the scanner fix is something you can fit in as well.” He nodded, “yeah, I have that automated to deploy. You can handle it. You can call me and I can walk you through it.” I was taken aback. My only computer experience was typing. “Uh, you think I got it?” He nodded, “you’re smart, don’t be a dickhead. Just relax and I’ll take you step by step. When are you going over?” I took a breath, “like 9 or 10,” I mused. He said, if you can do it before 11, I can finish both before our idiot boss has the never ending staff meeting.” I nodded. “I want to take this over and have Bren try it out this afternoon.” He leaned over and whispered, “if it works I’m going to get head.” I laughed. I whispered back, “I’ll bet you get head regardless.” He shot me a smilesmiled and whispered, “yeah, but if it works, she’ll swallow.” I shook my head and turned around. Clint called back, “hey Glen, take this CD. It’s got the fix on it.” I nodded and took the case from him.

I checked my own schedule. No meetings on tap, and my scheduled calls were for tomorrow. I decided to head out around 8:30 and head over to Derek’s office. It was about 45 minutes away, and traffic being a pain in the morning, I figured by the time I got there, Cheryl would be ready for me. I drove over and texted Clint when I got there. “Ok, I’m at the client site, what’s the first thing?” He said, put the CD into the cup holder. I texted back haha. I walked in and rang the doorbell. The door opened and a young twenty something woman with blond hair and a breezy sun dress answered. “Oh hey, you must be Glen. Mr. Smith told me you’d be coming by.” I nodded, “good morning, ma’am. I hope this time is convenient.” She nodded, ushering me in. “Oh it’s fine. We have workmen renovating the space over there,” she waved behind us, “so it’s been a bit of a mess. Just make yourself at home. Can I get you a soda or something?” I shook my head no. “Just lead me to the computer area and I’ll see what I can do for you.” She nodded and walked over to another room downroom in down the hall. I hear hammers banging and gruff voices beyond. I have to admit getting a little weak for a rough man that can build things.

She opened the door and there were several computers flashing and monitors running. I nodded and said thanks, as she shut the door behind her. I sat down and looked at my phone. “Ok I’m really here.” I said to myself. Clint textedtext three directions. I put the CD into the drive and then moved the mousea mouse. I saw that the system had already opened the folder where the CD was. Clint’s next instruction was to double click the fix me icon. Duh. Okay, and then it ran some code across the screen. I felt like I was almost a hacker. The next command was to install the files, and he gave me the instructions. “Just type it exactly the way I have on the screen.” I did so, and there were more characters flashing across the screen. The next instruction was, call me.

I dialed Clint’s work number and he said, “hey, what does the screen say now.” I read off the last message and he responded with good. “Okay, here’s what you are going to do. Type this command, and wait until it runs. You’ll either get an okay I’m good, or something’s amiss. I’ll wait.” I typed out the command and waited. “It’s hanging and the screen is blank,” I told him. He said, “be patient, it’s rewriting the drivers and it’ll take a minute.” After a couple of minutes the characters started flowing again and I got a final message of “okay I’m good.” I told him. “Great,” he said, “now have the admin try to scan something. If it works great, but if it doesn’t call me back.” He hung up before I could even say thanks.

I opened the door and walked back over to Cheryl’s desk. There was a big burly man in a hard hat talking to her, and she was smiling and playing with her hair. He was easily old enough to be her father, and frankly I was thinking I wouldn’t mind having him as a daddy for a bit either. “Well, I’d better get back to it little lady,” he said, tipping his hat as he turned to leave. As he passed by me I smelled his cologne, woodsy and spicy. My cock got hard. He tipped his hat to me as well, and then returned to the ruckus. I cleared my throat and Cheryl looked up. “Oh hi, do you need something?” I thought, yeah, a dose of that man. But instead I said, “yeah, could you try scanning something in now. I want to see if what we did fixed the problem.”

She nodded and picked up a couple of folders. “Come with me,” she said. I followed the billowy dress over to another room with the scanner in question. “This always works, but the files don’t show up.” I nodded. She went through the process with me watching and taking notes. She then said, “okay, let’s go back to my desk.” I followed the billows back and she opened her laptop. “Well, I’ll be, they are right there where they should be.” She pointed to the screen. “Does that seem to be working?” She nodded. “You are amazing.” I shook my head no and said, “no, my buddy with the computer skills is amazing. I’m just lucky to know the right people.” She smiled and whispered, “me too, I got this job because my Daddy knew Mr. Smith back in the day.” I nodded. She put a finger to her lips to shush me. I nodded and zipped my mouth with my fingers.

“Well, if that’s everything, I guess I’ll be on my way.” She said, “thank you so much.” I smiled and headed back to the server room. I texted Clint, is there anything else we need for this? He replied, nope, that’s it. Just had to reconfigure our side to recognize the new equipment. Glad it worked the first time. I replied with a thumbs up. I pulled the CD out and put it into the case. I then put it in my bag and slung it over my shoulder. As I closed the door behind me I saw that there was a men’s room between me and the workmen. I decided to venture in. I looked around when I went in and there was plastic around the urinals. I walked over to the toilets and they were all wrapped up too. I walked back to the door and another work guy was walking toward me. “You can use our head over there,” and pointed toward the corner. I nodded and walked over that way. There was a trough set up behind a curtain, and I pulled out my cock and started to piss.

I smelled the same cologne from before and looked over. The supervisor was standing next to me with his cock out, hands on his hips, cock jutting from his jeans, a heavy stream hitting the back of the trough. I was taken by surprise at the force and the length of his cock. It was easily five or six inches and that was just what was hanging out of his fly. I finished up and pulled at my cock to get the last few drops. He started pulling on his to mimic me. I took a breath as his cock started to lengthen even more. As he finished up, he shook his member now horizontal to the ground and wedged it back into his jeans. He gave me a wink and then zipped up. I put my cock, now hard, back into my suit pants and joined him at the makeshift sink. There was hand sanitizer and paper towels, no water to speak of. He didn’t say anything, just threw the wad of paper away and pulled the curtain back to exit. I followed suit and headed back to my car.

 

[davekcmo]

A while back, one of my readers asked me to provide a cast of characters as it was getting a little confusing to follow. Please find it appended below. I'll try to maintain this as we move forward with the story. I apologize for the lapse in posting. My real life is getting in the way of my fantasy life. All is good, and I'll try to get back into the swing of things soon.

Cast of Characters


Narrator - Glen Jacobs. “One n” as a nickname

Highlighters - male running group - everyone wears a neon yellow t-shirt - some gay some straight

Rich - Registrar for the Highlighters former partner of Jerry, who started the Highlighters. Jerry was in AA but needed to do something community oriented.

FUN RUNNERS

Beginner runners - mostly gay

Roger Moore bearded guy muscular bit of a belly, nice firm ass former bodybuilder? Hairy neck and arms and legs. Den mother - AA - with Jerry

John Corrigan, tall and lean several inches taller than Glen grey crew cut blue eyes strong jaw - widower (a year ago) restoring an old Chevy

Bob, a head shorter than Glen, a bit of a stomach but not too overweight curly red hair green eyes freckles and red leg hair CPA; builds model trains

Rick, my height, Santa belly kind brown eyes with a zztop style beard bald biker sort of dude

Steve - muscular and shorter than Glen with great defined calf muscles. A flirt

Chip - Steve’s better half young slender blondish hair nice ass - chip and steve are open

Pete- Bob’s partner- also in the 10kers. Black guy, not open, throw a mean Cinco de Mayo party

Dan- Glen’s ex cute butt, four inches shorter than Glen

Chad - new fun runner; part of Dan’s board game group - dated Nate before.

10KERs

Alan, the team lead for the 10kers. Asian, hand was smooth and his fingers were long and thin.

Mark, straight, Glen’s running partner with the 10kers. Nice ass, beard, hairy legs and arms, brown eyes.

Sam, straight, Rich’s brother. A couple of adult kids, divorced.

Ben, dating a guy Patrick long distance both flight attendants more of a 5k runner

Pete, Bob’s partner. Black guy.

10ker arrives fifteen minutes earlier than the fun runners

MARATHONERS

Jim - also at work- hatchetman

LOCATIONS

O’Leary’s after run breakfast place for the highlighters

Pizza Palace, over near the park. red awning - where the fun runners meet up

Yoga Studio across town Sun afternoons and Wednesday evenings

Matt (Yoga) ten years or so younger in amazing shape, a firmness to his butt, His lips were smooth and soft, and his tongue more rough and thick and strong. Has a girlfriend Christy

Gym - See below


GYM

Sales Guy -Chet, gorgeous. Blond wavy hair, blue eyes, tan, and perfectly muscled. His handshake was firm, and his voice deep.

Tom. Rando guy from gym (other non-named randos as well)

WORK FOLKS

Jim - new boss at work, one of the marathoners

Ralph- big boss at Glen’s company

Jack- another sales guy, Ralph’s grandson.

9000 Software- the product that Glen sells. Doesn’t work very well.

Sarah and Mick - other sales folks with Glen

Ian - intern. He had a great butt. Small and tight and perky.

Clint - software engineer at same company- works on the 9000 thick glasses, oily hair, and a determined look on his face.



CUSTOMERS

Brenda, one of Glen’s customers, now handed off to Jack, company is looking for investment from Asians

Bill, Brenda’s boss. Ex Marine. Flat top gray hair. Head of a medical device company. Broad shoulders, tight butt, barrel chest, deep voice.

Ron- client of Glen’s that Ralph also steered to Jack.

Derek, another of my clients that were shuttled to Jack - on travel in Europe for the week, but would be back the next week, Derek Smith

Cheryl - Admin from Derek’s company- uses the 9000 software;

 

[davekcmo]

Chapter 21

When I realized how easy the upgrade was, I thought, we could offer this to folks as a way to upsell the tax module. I got back to the office and found Clint getting up from his computer. “Staff meeting,” he said. I nodded, and checked my phone. 10:55. He said, “you wanna join me after for the tax module test at Bren’s?” I nodded, “sure, that’d be great. I feel like a real computer guy now.” He chuckled, “don’t get too excited man, it was just an install. Monkeys can do that.” I looked at him. “Should I fling my shit at you?” He laughed. “Nah, we have to fix it, not fling it.” I turned and walked back to my desk. I was heady after the success of the install that I did on my own. Well, mostly. Well, I helped.

I waltzed back to my desk. I had a couple of messages on my desk phone, and a post it on my monitor to see my boss. I sat my stuff down and headed to his office. Jim was there and they were talking with the door closed. I stood outside for a second and then I saw my boss get up and open the door. “Come in Glen, we were just discussing you.” I came in and Jim was standing in the corner with no emotion on his face. I remembered his ass and thought, no flinching, just be cool. “Glen,” my boss explained, “we are concerned about your numbers, and we’d hate to lose you. We understand you have been working a lot on a couple of the old accounts, but we need you to focus on selling to new ones.” I nodded and thought, you gave my new ones to Jack. “Yes, sir, I understand. I have been working with the computer guys on shoring up the old accounts to ensure we can make new sales with existing customers.” And not lose our reputation in the meanwhile.

Jim turned to me and said, “what do you mean?” I took a deep breath and said, “well, the market is pretty saturated with systems like ours. The real challenge is that the peripherals don’t work when they are upgraded. So there’s a maintenance nightmare brewing. If we can’t get the systems to work with the existing set up, the new customers will have the same problems in implementation in the future. And we don’t get fully paid until the system works.” Jim said, “well, that’s not your problem, you just sell, the other folks in customer care can handle that.” I responded, “well, are they? Because the folks I’m talking to aren’t getting much care.” My boss turned to me. “Look, I know you have good relationships with your book, and that when Jack came on board we had to move folks around, but I think it’s time for you to let it go and get with the program.” I nodded. “Yes sir, I understand.” My boss exhaled, “well, good, we’d hate to lose you.”

I nodded to both of them and left. That was it. The end of the runway for me too. But I wasn’t going to give up. I was ready to make this work. But I was going to need some help. This time I was calling in a favor. It was nearly 12, and I got a text from Clint. Ready? I replied with a yep. We headed over to the worksite and Clint told me things were grim in their staff meeting. I nodded, and said that I had a rough conversation with my boss and Jim. He said, “yeah, that guy’s a dick.” I replied, “yeah, I hate to say it, but I’d have to agree.” Highlighter or not, this was going to be a rough few weeks. We drove over in silence. My phone buzzed. It was Mark texting me. “Hey are we still on for tonight?” I replied back with a thumbs up. “Cool,” he replied, “I’m going to pick up dinner. I owe you that at least.” I replied back, “ok sure, but you don’t owe me anything.” I thought about that ass though. I’d take that as payment. It was haunting me in my daydreams. “What time,” he texted. I was thinking anytime, now, but texted, “how about 6?” I got a thumbs up in response and put my phone back in my pocket.

We got to Brenda and Bill’s office. Clint parked, and we dismounted the truck and headed inside. He was a man on a mission, striding in confidently like he owned the place. Brenda had put a spring in his step that’s for sure. We rang the doorbell and Brenda met us at the door. “Gentlemen,” she greeted us cooly, “please come in.” Clint said a formal, “thank you ma’am, we are here to install some additional software.” I nodded and followed suit. Clint followed Brenda who showed us back to the main computer room for once. After she closed the door behind us, Clint whispered, “they have the big bosses in from Japan looking over the operations. Bill has been in his office all day meeting with them, that’s why she is being so buttoned up.” I nodded. We got to work, Clint installing one snippet of code, and then running it to test, and then sending a file to the printer. Then another and another.

I asked him after about two hours of being locked up in a little room, how much longer. He nodded, a few more hours, he said calmly. He said, now do you feel like a computer guy, because this is what the job really is. Fair enough, I liked the interactions of sales. The people, the shmoozing as it were. I found computers to be daunting, exacting, unforgiving. Clint would say, yeah, but people change day to day. The computer’s answer on Tuesday is the same on Friday. It was reliable, consistent. I was hoping that I could talk to Bill but I figured it would have to wait. I went back to helping Clint with the next set of files. It was tedious work, but every so often he’d let out a yippee, and we’d keep on going. He finished the last set, and told me we were done. I said, great. Is this what we’ll have to do for each client. He shook his head no. “We’ll, be able to automate this part, but because I wasn’t sure if it was going to work, I wanted to do this manually so I could build the plane as we flew it.” I nodded. “So what are we flying?”

Clint sat back and then nodded. “Yeah, you didn’t realize how the software was set up. We have different data tables for the various documents and files. What I was trying to figure out, and I had to ask Bren to explain her process to me, was exactly what documents were needed for taxes, and then I needed to map out their locations in our system. Because each of our customers has the same base system we should be able to tell it to retrieve from each datatable and regardless of what kind of file it is, we’d be able to tell it how to print and in what order. What is difficult isn’t the commands, but getting our software to spit it out so a CPA can figure out the numbers for the year end data.” I nodded. “So, this is really crap is what you are saying.” He shrugged, “could be. It’s only crap if you don’t know how it works.” I nodded. “But, it is crap because it could work a whole lot better.” I nodded again. “Go see if you can find Bren. If the coast is clear, I’ll come out and we can test it out with her.”

I stood up and opened the door. The rush of cool air from the outside hit me. That computer closet was cramped and hot. I was glad to be outside.I walked over the Brenda’s desk but she was not there. I didn’t want to wander the floor, so I sat on a chair against the wall and waited. She was escorting a couple of Asians in suits as she walked by and gave me a short wave and held up her index finger like, give me one minute. I nodded and picked up a magazine on the table. It was an industry flyer that had computer system ratings. I turned to the article. Even our system was listed in the chart, and we didn’t do well. It flagged our structure as outdated. The upgrades to the peripherals were listed as the problem. I snagged the magazine and put it in my briefcase. I’d return it after I scanned the article into my computer. I knew we were on to something.

Brenda returned a little frazzled and said, “I’m always glad to see you boys, but we have some investors running around, and it’s getting a little too busy if you know what I mean. I nodded. “Clint is ready to test the tax module, he sent me out to see how you were doing?” She exhaled. “I’m beat, to be honest with you. Bill and I have been twirling plates here for most of the morning. Lots of questions and I could use the software to work now. But, we are also trying to put our best face forward.” I nodded again. “What can I do for you,” I asked finally. She smiled at me, and said, “well, you and sugarpie wait about another hour or so, we should be done and I can return to normal. Whatever that means!” I laughed, “okay, we can do that. I’ll go back and let him know.” She said, “okay sweetie, you tell him I’ll be by to get you all once the coast is clear.” I nodded and walked back to the closet we were stationed in.

I told Clint that she would get us in about an hour, that she and BIll were still hosting the investors and needed to have us out of the way. I handed him a DIet Doctor Pepper and I opened a Coke for me. I also showed him the trade article in the magazine I had swiped and he nodded. I told him I was going to scan the article for our office. He shrugged, “like they care,” he said. I nodded back to him. “Yeah, I suppose so,” I concurred. He then said, “save it for now, there’s some ideas for us to consider in it. Suggestions for what the actual customers want.” I nodded and took the magazine back from him and put it back in my briefcase. Clint turned to me and asked all of a sudden, “so if they can you, what would you do?” I thought about it a minute and said, “well, I have been thinking about starting my own business.” Clint nodded, “yeah, I have as well. It’d be nice to be your own boss for once.” I nodded. “Yeah, come in at 10, leave at 4. Play golf.” He laughed, “not with this pasty skin, I’d burst into flames.” I replied, “with the heat in here, we might just burst into flames without the sun!”

The conversation lulled again for a while. He typed a little on the keyboard, and then waited for the screen to change. About ten minutes later he piped up again, “so, have you figured out how to sell this yet.” I nodded. "I am going to offer it as a consulting gig for you and I to charge our time, but not the service. It’s a way to recoup costs and for us to get credit for the work we are doing.” He nodded. “Do you think it will work,” he asked. I shrugged, “dunno,” I replied, “but we got to start somewhere. The upgrade for the peripherals is our ‘in’ for the tax module software which I think is worth some money. I figure we bundle it. My thought is about 15 hours of work each, and we will eventually turn a profit on the investment of time we are making now. My hope is that we can pitch it to Bill, but I have a feeling today is going to be shot with their visitors.” Clint nodded, “yeah, I get it. But I’m glad you’re thinking about it.”

I looked at my watch. It was already four. “So, uh, Clint,” I said, “how much longer are we going to be?” He didn’t look up, “not sure, waiting on Bren. Why, you got a big date or something?” I chuckled, he didn’t know how big. “Yeah, I have dinner plans that’s all.” He nodded and said, “look if we can do this by five, we’ll hang, otherwise, I’ll run you back and then come back this evening to work in peace.” I smiled, “sounds good,” I replied, trying to be cool while imaging Mark’s ass, and my tongue working its way inward. I shifted in my seat. “You alright,” he asked. I nodded, trying to get my erection to slide sideways without announcing it to the room. “Yeah, I’m good, just tired of sitting.” He laughed, “welcome to the world of software programming.” I smiled again, “so this is the glamour of it all. Hot rooms, sitting for hours at a time.” He laughed, “not glamorous, but away from the hassles of the suits. Unless you bring one in for entertainment value,” as he gave me a side glance. He winked at me and I nodded again.

Brenda knocked on the door about five minutes later. She opened the door and peeked her head in. “Bill’s walking the guys out now,” she explained, “so, why don’t you all get out of this hot room and settle into the office space. We’re ready for you.” We both stood up at the same time, and Clint typed a few commands to log out. I picked up my briefcase and we headed out. Clint assumed the helm in front of the computer which had become his second home. Brenda stood over him, with her hands on his shoulders, rubbing him gently.

He was typing commands in and then, he turned around and showed her the screen. “You can pull up this menu off the main page by selecting tax.” He was pointing and clicking the mouse. “Then you can select which types of documents you want. And then, you click print.” He then walked over to the printer. The whir of the machine and the papers coming out signaled that he had gotten it to work. Brenda joined him and they reviewed the documents together. “I had it print out by month with an accounting cover sheet so you can keep things organized for the bean counters,” he explained. She nodded.

Bill returned to the office and stopped to watch the show. Clint explaining what he did to Brenda, Brenda reviewing and then showing Bill. I was just standing near by watching it myself. Bill turned to me and leaning into my neck, he said in that low growl, “let’s head into the office and talk business.” I nodded and followed him back into his lair, my cock chubbing up again thinking about his uncut log. He swaggered as he walked, and even though he was in a suit, you could see the V frame of his back muscles forming the suit coat he was wearing to taper toward his ass. I had to close my eyes to keep from staring.

I took a deep breath as he shut the door and I found myself in his office once again this week. Bill took off his suit coat, and hung it up on a coat rack. His back was even more defined without the coat and I could see wet patches under both arms that showed off skin, so no undershirt. I bet those pits were moist and tasty. And that ass was in clear view. A belt holding the waistband and framing out two muscular cheeks. I could imagine them hairy and sweaty underneath the wool. I was drooling.

He turned around. “So, uh, you have a product now. You and I were going to talk once you were ready, and here we are. I think Brenda is happy with what you and the curly boy wonder are doing. And I’m happy to keep her happy. Although, should I worry about prostitution,” he asked me with a wink in his eye. I chuckled, and shook my head no. “No, I think he and Brenda keep things separated between work and play,” I said. He looked at me intensely and said, “maybe, maybe not. I think they are both good for one another, which is why I have allowed you to have access to our systems basically 24/7.” I nodded, and then in a low voice, “thank you sir. I’m glad you have extended the trust.” I gave him a long look. And then my eyes trailed downward. Bill sat back in his chair and loosened his tie. “What about you, you got a squeeze of late?” I didn’t know how to respond. I said, “well, I am recently single and I guess, playing the field.” He laughed, “don’t get too comfortable, or you’ll end up like me, working all day and going home to a dog and that’s it.” He shifted in his seat, and his hand adjusted his cock through the fold near the zipper.

He got quiet for a beat. The sexual tension was still in the air. “What’s your plan for this software thing? How much will it set me back,” he asked quietly and slowly. I was rock hard from the combination of his intent stare, the sweaty pits and that low gravelly voice of his. I took a beat and then said, “well, I am thinking that we charge it as a custom job with a per hour rate.” He then said, “so are you going to do this for others?” I nodded yes, “yeah, we are trying to leverage the need and hopefully keep our jobs.” He nodded.

“Can I give you a suggestion,” he asked. He was staring directly into my eyes, and I had stopped breathing. I nodded and squeaked out a, “sure.” He said, “you should charge a flat fee, and work it out so that the costs are covered by the first few sales. And you should charge me less since I have been an early supporter or adopter as the case may be.” I nodded and closed my eyes for a second to center myself. My cock was still pulsing in my slacks. “I am thinking that we charge 150K for a flat fee, and charge you 50K for package for that very reason," I stated, building confidence as I continued to talk. "I may have to bill it as per hour work for you just because our software can adjust for that much a discount. What do you say?” Bill sat back with his legs wide open and his cock crawling sideways from his crotch. He put his arms behind his head and said, “so how did you come up with that number?” I took a breath staring at him from knees to nose and then said, “well, some of it is based on time spent on the project, and the hours, but also the value of the upgrade, and the price of the overall system.”

He nodded and leaned forward. Staring at me all the while. “I’ll go with your 50K on one condition.” I leaned in to copy his body language. I felt my cock pulsing in my slacks. We were now inches away from each other’s lips. He whispered, “throw in a blow job and it’s a deal.” I pulled back a bit. His stare melted into a smile and then a laugh. “I’m just fucking with you. Brenda would kill me if I didn’t take care of the two of you. She may have the hots for your buddy, but she’s been devoted to you since day one.” I laughed, the tension in the room broken, though my cock was still rock hard.

I said, “thank you sir,” and stuck out my hand. Bill shook it firmly, and my cock jumped again, just from the touch. He then said, “send the invoice over and we’ll get you set up.” I nodded and stood up, my erection obvious in my pants now. I didn’t even adjust it, and I watched his eyes size me up. I grabbed my briefcase and walked toward the door. He stood up and followed me over. I stopped with hand on the doorknob and turned back to him. “Once the deal is done, maybe I’ll collect on that blow job.” I winked at him and he smiled. I left the office and Brenda and Clint were still talking and hovering over the computer terminal, Clint showing her all the options for tax filing preparation that he had set up.

“Hey, are you about finished,” I called over to Clint. He said, “yep, just making sure they are good with the new software.” Brenda called over to me, “oh yes, I’m very good with the new software. As long as I get special support.” She patted Clint on his shoulder. He turned bright red. I called back, “oh, I’ll make sure you have ready access to our best technical staff.” Clint stood up straighter and said, “you can call me day or night. Always happy to help.” I had to stifle a laugh knowing that Bill already knew about their budding romance. I walked over to them.

Brenda turned to me and asked quietly, “did BIll agree to your terms?” I nodded, “yeah, we came to an agreement,” I said, thinking about the promise of a blow job that was likely more real than fake. Clint stood up and said, “well, I think I need to get our salesman back to the office so that he can get to work on his part of the deal, the invoicing.” I nodded and they shook hands. Brenda came over and gave me a quick hug. “Thanks sugar, for everything.” I smiled and said, “thank you, for your loyalty and your kindness. I wouldn’t have been able to do it without you.” She smiled and said, “and don’t forget it.” We both laughed.