"Well you're neat, personable, and well-spoken," the HR guy admitted. "And I do have a position opening up at the reception desk in the Blandings lobby up on twenty-three." He quickly outlined the responsibilities and asked if Jon thought he could manage. Jon thought that a trained chimp could probably manage, but simply said, "Yes, I think I can cover that."
He'd been right about the trained chimp aspect of the job, but it was a job and it paid a lot better than waiting tables, or even some of the acting jobs Jon had had recently, so he was content. He emailed his mother and asked her to thank Arthur for him and tell him that Kit had come through with a good job and all was well. Two days later two new suits arrived with a note: I may think you're handsome no matter how scruffy you get, but you will have to look presentable representing the Carruthers interests. If you need anything else, just email or text me. Love, Mum.
Representing the Carruthers interests by sitting behind a desk, answering phones and saying, “Good afternoon. How may I help you today?” Right.
She also sent him a haircut and manicure in the person of a lovely young man named Daniel with whom she'd worked when she was filming "The Gods Alone," up in Canada. Daniel gave him what he called "the executive treatment" which was a spectacularly good haircut that made Jon's unruly dark curls look planned, a manicure, and a blow job, though Jon was pretty certain that Helena hadn't paid for that.
Still, he thought, as he watched Daniel's head bobbing up and down over his cock, it was a nice little grace note to the other services. Daniel gave such lovely, sloppy head that Jon forgave him for being a spitter. Hoping to reciprocate, Jon asked if he wanted to spend the night, but Daniel said he had a couple more appointments that evening. “I’ll come back when you need a trim and make you my last client of the day,” he called from the bathroom where he was brushing his teeth. “Don’t want to show up at a famous person’s home with jizz breath,” he said, and gave Daniel a minty-fresh good-bye kiss.
Jon was disappointed. He hadn't had sex in a while, and Daniel was a lot of fun. But then he also had to get up early for work, so he supposed it was just as well that he was going to bed alone. He wondered if his mother had any idea what might happen between Daniel and himself. With Helena you never knew.
When he went to work the next day he looked as good as any of the execs.
The job wasn't terribly interesting but it did give Jon a chance to meet a lot of new people which he enjoyed. When Helena called he told her honestly that it was a good job and he was happy to have it. “I’m starting to think that there’s only room for one successful actor in this family, and it’s not me.”
“Don’t be that way, darling. It took me forever to get noticed.”
“I don’t mind. If one of us is going to be successful, I’d rather it was you. Maybe my talents lie in other directions.”
“Not answering phones.”
He laughed. “That’s not what I meant. You know I always enjoyed writing. I should start a novel while I’m working here. Anyway I should just say thank you again and shut up about it.”
"You should thank Kit, he's the one who arranged it. Have you met him yet?"
"No. I don't even know what he looks like."
"Well why don't you go up to his office and say hello?"
"Mom, I can't do that!"
"Why not, darling?" She was sweet and such an egalitarian that the idea of the receptionist marching into the CEO's office and saying "Hey, hi, I'm your new brother," didn't seem like a big deal to her. She’d have done it in a heartbeat. They’d already be having drinks and going shopping together.
"Well it's not done like that."
"Well then make an appointment. You really should meet him. Arthur and I are planning Thanksgiving with the whole family and it might be awkward for you two to meet over a turkey."
"Oh joy," he said, though if he was fair, he had to admit that Helena did more often than not marry nice men, his father not included.
"Don't be snippy, young man."
"Listen, as long as you're happy, I'm happy."
"I am. Arthur has been so good for me."
Jon smiled. His mother liked to be in love. She deserved to be. She worked so hard at everything else, that life probably owed her a bit of uncomplicated affection. Before they said goodbye Jon promised to meet Kit soon.
He was going to phone Kit's office and try to make an appointment the next morning, but things got busy. He was giving directions to a group of Korean business men when he looked up and noticed one of the suits -- a tall, fair-haired man of about thirty or so -- staring at him. Good looking guy, too, though not one he'd seen before. The man was talking to some other suits, but his eyes kept straying back to Jon, who smiled a little, trying to encourage him to come by and ask for help. Flirtation wasn't specifically forbidden in this job after all. As long as he kept it on a professional level, he should be all right.
He got the Koreans on the right elevator, and looked up to find the blond leaning on the desk. "Can I help you, sir?"
"You're new," the man observed.
"Oh, not a visiting businessman, then. Yes, I am. How is it I’ve never seen you before?"
"Executive elevator is on the fritz. When did you start?"
"Almost a month ago. I guess I should have taken that elevator out of commission earlier."
"I guess you should have." They smiled at each other for a moment more, and then the man said, "I'm Carson, by the way."
"Jonathan."
"Good to meet you."
"Same."
Carson walked towards the elevators, then stopped, turned and came back to the desk. "Um, say if this is a bad idea, but would you like to go have a drink or coffee or something after work?"
"Not a bad idea at all," Jon told him, feeling giddy. "I would love that."
"I'll be back down here about four-thirty."
"I'll be waiting."
Jon wondered if it was his imagination or if Carson's step was lighter as he headed toward the elevator this time. He liked having that effect on men.
When things calmed down, Jon called Kit's office. "I was wondering if I could make an appointment to see Kit, maybe this afternoon?"
"Who?"
"Kit... um, Mr. Carruthers."
"Oh, of course sir. Let me check the schedule." There was a pause with waiting around music, and when Kit's assistant clicked back onto the line, she said, "I have something this afternoon around four."
"That's a bit late for me," Jon said. He didn’t want to get stuck in Kit’s office talking about family stuff for hours with Carson waiting in the lobby. "What about tomorrow?" He wasn't about to let Carson get away.
"Eleven-thirty?"
"Perfect. My name is Jon Avery. I'm Helena Morgan's son."
"Oh, of course, I see. Yes, I'll make sure Mr. Carruthers knows. Is there anything else I can help you with?"
"Nope, I'm good. Thanks."
He ticked that chore off his list of to-dos. All he had to do was take the elevator up to Kit's office, say hi and welcome to the family, and then it would be over with and he could email Helena with the good news that Thanksgiving would be a jolly family festival this year.
The rest of the day dragged interminably, but finally at four Jon closed down operations and went off to freshen up. He was back at the desk by twenty-past, and at four-thirty on the dot, the elevator doors opened and Carson, beautiful, aristocratic-looking Carson, stepped out and smiled at him.
"You look fantastic, I look like ten miles of bad road," Carson observed.
"You do not! Stop it. Where are we going?"
"Well that depends. Is this a situation where we have a cup of coffee and talk earnestly about the things that we care about? Or is this a let's go get a quick drink and then get horizontal somewhere sort of situation?"
"Quick drink," Jon decided, and they went downstairs, across the street to the hotel, and on the way up in the hotel elevator agreed to raid the mini bar.
The moment the
door closed they locked lips, and were naked before they got to the bedroom.
“Really, I stink. I need to take a shower,” Carson said.
“You smell fine.” How stressful was this guy’s job anyway?”
“I had a squash game this morning and the gym’s showers were all closed down because of a broken pipe. I’ve been trying to get a shower all day.”
“I don’t mind man stank,” Jon teased.
“Not the first time, okay? I promise that if this turns into something we’ll get all stinky together.”
“Reason enough to turn it into something. Want some company?” Jon asked.
“Love it.”
Jon followed, watching Carson’s perfect ass the whole way to the bathroom. What that expensive suit had covered up was just a shame; Carson should be sharing his body with the world.
Well at least he’d be sharing it with Jon which was all Jon really cared about at that point. He was hoping they wouldn’t have to negotiate roles. He wanted to sink his cock into that sweet ass as much as he wanted Carson’s fat cock inside himself.
Once in the shower they washed each other. Jon took a nice long time soaping Carson up from shoulders to feet, lingering lovingly on each arm, surprisingly furry chest, long, smooth back, pert ass, long thoroughbred legs, and especially Carson’s glorious cock and heavy balls. He soaped them slowly, luxuriously, stroking the length of the thick shaft, fondling the balls. He bent Carson over and made sure that every place he planned to put his tongue was squeaky clean.
Once Carson had been rinsed off, Jon went down on his knees and began to suck cock. He’d been drooling for it since the moment he first saw it lying plump and pretty over those heavy balls. He wasn’t about to wait another moment. He began tonguing the glans and sliding his wet hand slowly, firmly the length of the shaft. He heard Carson groan. Good, he liked turning his men into putty early on. It made them so much more tractable.
Carson’s fingers massaged his scalp as he slid his lips down the stiffening cock. He cupped Carson’s balls and rolled them between his fingers. Fully erect, Carson’s cock jutted forward, too heavy to stand straight up the way Jon’s did. Jon worked over ever inch of it with his lips and tongue until it began to leak pre-cum, and then he concentrated on sucking the head, while he stroked the shaft with both hands. Carson rewarded him with a mouthful of thick cum, and a moan that came from so deep inside him that it sounded like Jon had turned him inside out.
“Where’d you learn to do that?” he gasped as Jon slithered up his wet body for a kiss.
“I’ve been around the block and world a few times.”
“I taste good on you,” Carson told him.
Jon pushed him against the shower wall and slipped his own erection between Carson’s thighs. “This is nice when you’re wet,” he said. “Lets me kiss you the whole time.” Carson tightened his stance, squeezing Jon’s cock tight between his thighs.
“How’s that?”
“Perfect. I could crack walnuts between your thighs.”
“We’ll have to try that.”
Jon slid his cock between Carson’s thighs until he was right on the verge of coming, then he pulled back, and jacked himself off all over Carson’s cock and balls. “Now you’re a dirty boy again,” he said, rubbing his cum into Carson’s flesh.
“Excuse me, I’m not the dirty boy in this shower,” Carson protested. “Let’s get to the bed, okay?”
They rinsed, but didn’t even towel off before they hit the sheets, rolling around, exploring each other’s bodies with damp hands. Jon loved the process of learning someone new, the texture of their skin and the play of muscles beneath it, the shape and length of limb, the soft places and the hard, the scent of them, though in this case with Carson freshly showered, it was more fancy soap than man scent. No matter, he’d get to know Carson’s scent too.
“You’re sniffing me like a cat,” Carson observed.
“I got lost looking for your scent. I told you I don’t mind man stank, but I actually like it. Up to a point,” he added quickly. “If you really reeked, I’d have nothing to do with you.”
“I’m relieved. Let’s have that drink.”
Carson bounced off the bed and went to the mini bar. “Whisky, gin, vodka?”
“Whatever you’re having. And is there anything chocolate?”
Carson brought a couple of bottles of bourbon back to the bed, a bag of chips and a mini box of chocolates. “Live it up,” he said.
“Sex makes me hungry.”
“If all goes well we’ll be ravenous in a few hours.”
Jon opened the chocolates and popped one into his mouth. “Heaven,” he said. Carson opened his mouth. “Oh you think I’m going to share?”
“Brat.”
“Here.” He touched a chocolate to Carson’s lip. “I’ll hold, you eat.” It was a chocolate covered cherry and when Carson bit into it, the liquor dribbled out all over his mouth. “Sweet,” he breathed and leaned in to lick it off. Then he put one into his mouth and kissed Carson, passing half the chocolate to him.
“You’re fun,” Carson observed. “I don’t usually meet guys who are fun.”
“Well if you’re shopping for them in the corporate world, I can see why.”
“Gee thanks.”
“I suspect you’re the anomaly. You’re the prettiest executive I’ve ever met. What is it you do at Blandings?”
“I work in Operations.”
“You’re an operator. I knew it from the moment I saw you. A smooth operator.”
“I wish. I always feel socially inept. I mean I’m good at what I do, but socially? Ugh, I hate it. You seem really comfortable though.”
Jon shrugged. “I put a good face on. Anyway, you don’t have to worry with me, I’m a sure thing.”
“Nothing is ever a sure thing.”
“Fair enough, but as long as you don’t want me to, I don’t know, take a dump in your mouth, I think we’re okay.”
The expression on Carson’s face told Jon that he never needed to worry about scat.
“I would like to fuck you though,” Jon told him. “And I’d love to have you fuck me. Are we good so far?”
“We are good. We are very, very good.”
“We might have to wait on that until we bring some lube to the party.”
“I’m good. I was just thinking that I wouldn’t mind just lying here and jacking each other off. I have somewhere to be at eight-thirty, so…”
Jon was a little disappointed, but he figured that he and Carson were going to be seeing more of each other. The marathon fuck fest could wait.
They had their drinks, finished the potato chips and chocolates, and lay down on the bed facing each other, each of them holding the other’s cock.
“Did you do this when you were a kid?” Carson asked.
“Occasionally. You?” Jon stroked Carson’s big cock softly and slowly. He wanted this to last.
“I had a lot of boy cousins my age, we used to sit in a circle and each do the boy to our right. The first one to come had to buy the ice cream for the rest of us afterward.”
“High stakes.” Jon closed his eyes and drifted on the feeling of Carson’s fingers caressing his thickening shaft. “How often did you buy the ice cream?”
“With all those naked cocks in the room? Quite a lot. Though there was some question of whether it counted because I usually got hard again and was the last one to come too.”
“That feels wonderful. You learned a lot.”
“I am intimately familiar with the size and shape of every one of my cousins’ cocks. To this day I can tell you who bends to the right, and who likes it when you do this,” he said rubbing the frenulum with insistent fingertips.
“God… oh God, yes, like that,” Jon gasped. “Oh jeez, that’s perfect.”
“No, slow down there.” Carson went back to a light rubbing.”
“You’re a cruel man.”
“Jonathan, I have to leave after this so I want
you to remember it. I want you to want to see me again.”
“I already want that.” Jon moved in closer so their cocks bumped, and he wrapped his hand around them. “Like this?”
“I never did this with my cousins. They were all so worried about how queer things were, so we had rules. Nothing touches the cock but a hand.”
“Because hands aren’t queer.”
“Hands are manly.” He kissed Jon. “Kisses aren’t manly.”
“Kisses are queer, thank God. I like the feel of a cock touching mine.”
“Me too.” Carson cupped his hands over the two heads and began to swirl it around and around.
“So your cousins,” Jon said, carried away by the lewdness of the conversation, “they’re all straight?”
“Not even close. Once the circle jerks started, we all started pairing off secretly.”
“How many cousin cocks have you sucked?”
“All of them.” Carson began to move his hips slowly so that his cock slid against Jon’s. “Every last one of my boy cousins is gay, bi, or super curious.”
“I don’t have any cousins.”
“That’s a shame. They can be a lot of fun. I lost my virginity to a girl cousin. It was enough to suggest to me that I didn’t want to do it again.”
“I never have. With a girl.”
“It was nice, but it didn’t really work for me. Not like this. I am really close, Jonathan.”
“Any time. I’m close enough that if you do that thing with your fingers, I’ll be off like a rocket.”
Carson slipped his index finger between their cocks. “Then hold them together.”
Jon pressed their cocks together over Carson’s finger while Carson began to stroke up and down over the underside of their cocks. The sensations were unbelievably good. Jon was almost giddy with them. He felt his climax build and said, “Almost, almost.”
“Rub the heads,” Carson told him. His voice was tight in his throat. He was close as well.
Jon cupped the heads in his free hand and swirled around them the way Carson had and suddenly his hand was filled with spunk, and he felt like he couldn’t stop coming. Carson was gasping, his cock spurting hard and fast. He pulled his finger loose, and wrapped his hand around their cocks, stroking them towards their heads, milking the last of their cum.
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