(by Edward Zeusgany and Alex Anders, © copyright 2000, all rights reserved)

Jeff Kirkby had been employed in middle management by Bacon-Doherty Associates for nearly five years. He was certain in his own mind that he had done well and he had excellent job evaluations. But he had not been promoted while others, who seemed less able, had been. His wife, Eileen, noticed this as well and urged him to speak up. He wondered what else he could do to help himself in his quest for advancement.

Perhaps, where he had failed, was in the social sphere. He was a homebody, who preferred the company of his wife and son to spending time in restaurants and bars, or at sporting events. Thinking about it, he decided that he might be able to turn that into an advantage.

The managing partner of the firm was single. Sometimes he joked that the one thing he missed was a good home cooked meal. This little aside came back to Jeff now as he pondered his situation. Eileen seized on the idea and proposed that Jeff invite the man for a weeknight meal. To Jeff’s surprise, Mr. Ormstom accepted.

*****

It was Courtney who didn’t care for the arrangement. That he had to dress up for supper on a Wednesday night was really annoying, but he didn’t say anything. His parents’ dinner conversations on previous evenings had made plain how important they considered the undertaking. His mother asked him to exhibit his very best behavior, and his father urged friendliness toward their guest.

The fourteen year old interpreted this as, smile and shut up. He did his very best to seem invisible, but affable if noticed. So he hung back when the man arrived and only stepped forward to shake hands when introduced. Well dressed in an expensive, dark brown suit and yellow silk tie, Mr. Ormstom exuded a calm authority. The fellow was of average height and seemed to have a rugged build. He sported a neatly trimmed, full mustache, dark brown like his thick, wavy hair.

Courtney made himself scarce while the adults had pre-dinner cocktails. He was not included in the dinner conversation, thankfully spared mundane but well intentioned questions about his studies and his interests. He ate his meal quietly and carefully.

As soon as the dessert had been consumed he politely excused himself, pleading homework to be done. He smiled nicely, and was excused. Taking his glass, dish and silverware out to the kitchen as he had been trained, he quietly passed through the dining room again on his way to the stairs and the sanctuary of his room.

There, Courtney flopped on his bed and sighed with relief. He thought about doing homework. There wasn’t that much, he could finish it off in half an hour. What he really wanted was an early night. So the youth stirred himself and attacked his assignment.

By the time he finished, he was too awake to go to bed. What was called for was a soak in the tub. That was guaranteed to get him sleepy enough. Five minutes later he was almost completely submerged in the hot water, resisting the impulse to masturbate. He knew that he would eventually give in.

It was only when the door suddenly sprang open that the youngster remembered that he had forgotten to lock it. He sat up like a shot. Mr. Ormstom entered the bathroom.

“You should lock the door if you want privacy,” his father’s boss observed mildly as he turned and threw the bolt. “You don’t mind if I use the toilet, since I’m already here.”

“No,” the youth stammered, moving his hands to cover his genitals.

Instead of standing at the front of the toilet, Mr. Ormstom went to the far side where he faced Courtney. The man raised the seat, opened his fly, took out his penis and began to urinate.

There was no way for the youngster to look away. Courtney focused his eyes on the far wall to the man’s left, but his peripheral vision took in the whole scene. The lad held himself motionless as though made of stone.

The fellow finished, shook off a few drops and lowered the seat and the lid. Mr. Ormstom didn’t seem to take any notice of him either, until he came to the side of the tub. “So you like to look at a man’s penis.” he said in a matter of fact manner. Courtney blushed.

“Stand up,” he said.

Without thinking, the boy did as he was told. Perhaps it was the tone of authority that Mr. Ormtsom used, or the admonitions of his parents that caused him to comply.

“You have some hair, I see,” the man commented. Mr. Ormstom liked the boy’s small stature, black hair, pale complexion and vivid blue eyes. “Show me your armpit.”

Still in a stupor, the teenager raised his right arm. When the man reached out the fingers of his left hand as if to touch, the kid flinched and quickly lowered it. To late, he realized that had been a feint. Mr. Ormstom’s right arm had snuck out half a second after the left and lower. Now the man held him by the testicles.

“Let me go. Please,” the youngster pleaded.

“No hair on your nuts, though. Get out of the tub,” the man said, ignoring Courtney’s entreaty.

If it felt odd enough to have the guy holding onto his balls, it was far more strange at the same time to be raising his leg over the side of the tub and stepping forward.

“Over here,” Mr. Ormstom directed as he led Courtney to the toilet. “Put both hands, palm down, on the seat.”

The man brought his other hand to the boy’s crotch. Then he quickly changed hands, so that it was now his right hand that was free. With this he unzipped, dropped his pants and readied himself, before opening the cabinet over the sink.

“Hmm, what have we got here?” he wondered out loud. “Skin lotion.”

With nimble fingers he got the top off and some of the fluid into his hand. This he used to lubricate the youngster’s anus. Mr. Ormstom positioned his dick, got a grip on the boy’s hip and began his entry.

The teenager felt his sphincter begin to stretch and then yield to the pressure. The man went in slowly but steadily. After a pause he started to fuck with a gradually increasing pace.

There was a knock on the door. Mr. Ormstom stopped what he was doing. “Yes?”

The teenager heard his father’s voice. “Everything all right, sir?” Courtney held his breath.

“Fine, Jeff. Taking a bit more time than I expected. I’ll be with you in a couple of minutes.”

“OK.” This time both noticed the sound of the footsteps as they retraced their path back down the corridor.

The kid resumed breathing and Mr. Ormstom continued with what he had been doing. In a minute it was over. The fellow pulled out at once. He kissed Courtney on the cheek and said, “I’m sorry not to get you off son, but I better get back to your parents. I’ll make it up to you. Come to my office after school next Monday.” While he was communicating this message he used a hand towel to clean himself. Then he left.

*****

On Friday, when Jeff got home from work he could hardly contain himself. He had been promoted to a position of real responsibility. A large raise in salary came with it. “It worked,” he told wife and son.

Later, at the evening meal he remembered that Mr. Ormstom had mentioned Courtney. “He was impressed with you,” he recounted.

“It seemed to me that they barely spoke,” Eileen interjected.

“Well, he thought that our son was very well mannered, for one thing. And intelligent and other things too, I don’t remember all of it. You’re right though, I don’t know how he formed some of those impressions,” he answered his wife.

Feeling uncomfortable, Courtney wanted to head off their speculations. “He stopped by my room that night, while I was studying. I had left the door open. We talked for a little.”

“Ah, that’s why he took so long up there,” his father said, two mysteries solved.

“Yes,” Eileen hesitantly agreed.

“He said he invited you to come by his office after school sometime,” Jeff continued, “It could be a big help to you if he took an interest. And to me too, for that matter.”

*****

That Monday afternoon they did it with the youngster leaning his elbows on the desk.

“Might someone come in?” Courtney worried.

“No one gets past my secretary,” Mr. Ormstom assured the teenager. “And she wont come in unless told to.”

The man took down the kid’s pants and briefs, then his own. True to his word, he masturbated the boy while he screwed him. A hand towel was draped over the front of the desk to catch his ejaculate.

They became lovers, then a mentoring relationship developed. It could have been that when the boy got older the man’s passion would evaporate and the youth discarded. Indeed Mr. Ormstom’s sexual desire for the young man did fade, but his interest in Courtney did not. The executive had come to admire the lad’s other abilities, talents he considered to be far superior to his father’s.

Mr. Ormstom was seldom wrong in these assessments. Jeff was adequate in his new position, but would not advance further. Courtney, on the other hand, became a life long friend and business associate. Every now and then, Mr. Ornstom had a relationship with another youngster. Courtney eventually settled down with a man he met when they were both at graduate school working toward their MBAs.

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