Ridley Uncovered

by Peyton Miller

  I pulled the mask off and stuffed it in the bag, then pulled my normal t-shirt over my head but missed the armhole the first time. I laughed and the driver glanced back. I winked and shrugged. He rolled his eyes and slowed down. Maybe I was more drunk that I realized.

  At the hotel, I paid for my room and headed straight up though there was a bar next door. The night was over for me, so I passed on the bar. Once in the tiny hotel room, I undressed and lay naked on top of the covers. Loneliness ate at me. Heat had settled in the room, making it feel muggy after the earlier rains. I hopped up and cracked open a window before settling again.

  Thoughts of Damon popped into my head as I ran my hand lower over my belly to my cock. What would he look like naked? It had felt amazing being sucked by him. My cock grew stiff as memories filled me.

  What if Damon were here, his body stretched out over me, his cock sliding in, his hands holding me down. I moaned as I ran my fingers lower to my hole.

  I grasped my cock with one hand while stroking my opening. Would Damon take me fast and hard? An image of Brent popped into my head. I was getting even harder thinking of Brent standing in front of Damon unzipping his fly then palming his cock. Fuck, what would it be like to have both of them?

  In my fantasy, Damon continued to fuck me while Brent moved closer, his cock in my face. The thought of the two guys did me in and I came fast.

  I glanced down at my hand then lifted it, licking the cum off my fingers. I thought of Damon swallowing my load and moaned.

  An image of my dad at church, standing behind the pulpit pointing at the crowd, warning of hell and damnation flashed into my mind. My good mood dissolved. I needed a miracle, but it wasn’t going to come from my dad.

  I woke late and grabbed a coffee and scone before heading to the station. The train ride home brought on sadness, and made me wish I could stay longer. At home in Birmingham, I hesitated before going in. I’d changed, or at least I thought I had. Maybe I was destined to forever stay the same sad sack of pathetic shit, wasting away because I could never stand up for myself. It was too much to think about so I pushed it all away.

  I opened the door to find Dad waiting for me, his genial smile in place. “How are you doing, son? Was it a good football match?”

  I nodded, hating myself for lying. “Yes, sir, not too bad. Villa drew 2-2 against United.”

  The lie sat heavy in my stomach. Heading to the football match had made for a good cover story. I had almost forgotten to check the score, but I’d found a newspaper on the train.

  Dad smiled and shook his head. “All that way for a draw. Oh well. At least you enjoyed it.”

  “Well…it’s not all about the result. It’s about the skill, too. Good ball control and some lovely goals,” I blagged, hopeful he believed my cover.

  Dad nodded. “If you say so.”

  He didn’t like football; no, Dad was a rugby man. I could get into a rugby game if I was the one they all huddled around. Football had been the best excuse because I knew Dad wouldn’t want to join me on my trip.

  “Anyway, I’m beat. Got work tomorrow, so I think I’ll just head up and listen to some music for a bit if that’s okay with you.”

  “Sure, but please, not the Scissor Sisters again. They sound a bit too….” Dad trailed off. I knew what he was getting at. This game was close to wearing me out.

  “Happy?” I asked.

  Dad smiled. “I was going to say queer but that’s close enough I suppose.”

  His words were a knife in my heart, but I played it off, acting like it wasn’t a big deal.

  “Okay, no Scissor Sisters today. I promise.”

  With that, I headed up to my room and put on Massive Attack as I stretched out. I’d been thinking about the trip and decided my night had been great. There really wasn’t anything to worry about. I felt good about everything I’d done, and I felt very good about having my dick sucked.

  I checked the lock on my bedroom door and rolled to my side, grabbing the sock out from under my bed. My hand on my cock felt good, but it didn’t feel as good as Damon’s mouth had. It didn’t take long for me to come as I thought about the man sucking me. All of those sexy men there for me…well, they weren’t there for me, but in my imagination, I thought of the different guys having a go. Oh, I was going to hell if my dad ever figured out I was gay.

  The next day, I headed to work, wishing I had something more exciting on my plate. My job was boring, like dull as could be, but it was money. I spent my day shuffling papers for a bank, not at all what I’d aspired to be as a child, but it was what I could get. What was even more sad, was I got this job because of someone at my dad’s church.

  Filing made up the majority of my job, but I also got all the other junk anybody higher up didn’t want to do. Which meant, I got the shit the others couldn’t be arsed to do for themselves.

  Work days were incredibly dull but at least I felt a small sense of peace when doing the filing. It gave me a break from having to listen to dull conversations in the office about programs I had no interest in, such as who looked hottest in Big Brother and whether or not they would end up having sex in the house.

  I picked up a large pile of papers and headed towards the filing room, hoping to escape before anybody else could dump any more complicated jobs on me. Just before I reached the sanctuary of the file room, I heard Daniel, the head of the department, cough loudly.

  “Can I have your attention, please?” He cleared his throat as people kept talking. My shoulders slumped. “I said…can I have your attention?” Daniel said louder.

  This time, everybody stopped working and turned to look at Daniel. I wanted to scream and tell him to shut up, that no, he couldn’t have my attention, but whatever, I was an office worker, nothing more. If only I’d moved faster to the file room, I would have missed this display.

  “Thank you. Now, some of you may have heard the rumors that I’ll be retiring soon. Well, those rumors are true. In fact, today is my last day with you all. It’s been…well, it’s been emotional. Now though, the time seems right to step aside and give way to the younger generation. Therefore, I would like to introduce you to your new department head.”

  Daniel lifted his hand and waved it to someone down the hall where his office was located. He clapped then held his hands to the side with a flourish like he was introducing someone on a game show. I groaned, cringing at how awkward he was.

  I should have run to the file room. It wasn’t that far. A man stepped out of the hall and my heart stopped. My throat closed up and my lungs felt like they were on fire.

  “Holy hell,” I whispered. I was frozen in place, my heart racing like wildfire. This couldn’t be happening.

  “This is Damon Martel. He’s one of the stars of the company and has moved here from our Manchester office. He’ll be your new department head as of tomorrow, so please make him feel welcome.”

  Oh, fuck. I hadn’t thought I would ever see Damon again and now here the man was, managing my department. Maybe Damon wouldn’t recognize me. After all, I’d been wearing a Batman mask at the time.

  There was a small ripple of applause, which was led by Daniel. Like much in this office, it was half-arsed. I felt embarrassed, like we were the worst workers ever and didn’t deserve Damon.

  “Thanks for the introduction, Daniel,” Damon said.

  Daniel chuckled and waved his hand at his face like he was too hot or something. “Oh, you’re too funny, Damon. You’re welcome.”

  Nothing funny had been said. I wanted to roll my eyes, but I held still. Damon surveyed the office, his gaze sliding closer to me. If I dashed into the file room, it would draw his eye. I was frozen in place anyway, so I couldn’t move even if I wanted to.

  “I’m sure that I’ll be—” He stopped when he saw me and blinked slowly as his smile widened, becoming more natural—closer to the way Damon had looked at me at the nightclub.

  Daniel’s lips curled up and his brows knit together. He looked like he was about
to say something when Damon continued speaking though he was staring at me.

  “I’m sure that I’ll be very happy here. In fact, I’m already glad I moved to Birmingham.”

  Chapter Four

  My chest ached and my head spun. I couldn’t do this. I hadn’t expected to see Damon again and here he was, working in my office—well, not my office because I didn’t have an office. I was just a lowly paper pusher, and he was…oh God…my boss’ boss, or bosses’ boss’ boss—or however you keep track of the levels of management between dogsbody and department head.

  And unless I was deeply mistaken, it seemed that despite me wearing a cheap grey suit and an awful tie I’d borrowed from my dad instead of a sexy Batman outfit, Damon still recognized me.

  What the hell? So supposedly Superman can put on a pair of glasses and nobody recognizes him, but even without a mask, Damon knew me? Reality sucks donkey balls.

  How should I play this? Should I approach Damon first and discreetly say, “Hi there. Thank you for sucking my cock the other night”? Because that thought was making my stomach churn. I found it easier to imagine Damon’s dick going into my mouth than those words coming out.

  My plan to have some sexy fun a safe distance away from home had backfired spectacularly. What if somebody else in the office found out? Most of them had big mouths. If they did learn my secret, it wouldn’t be long until my father heard about it too. I’d be ruined.

  My best hope was to pretend the incredibly wonderful experience we’d shared in the gents’ toilets had never happened. I’d continue working as normal and hopefully, Damon would too. The man had only just started his new job, and I figured perhaps he’d prefer to pretend that it had never happened.

  The first few days seemed to go smoothly. I ignored Damon, and he ignored me. At least I thought it was all going well, and then I learned how wrong I was.

  I was hiding in the filing room, doing my best to make myself invisible, when I heard someone behind me. It was my boss, Mary Anderson.

  “Hey, dipshit,” she said in her most condescending voice. “Boss man, Damon, wants to see you in his office. He seems pissed. What the fuck did you do now, Ridley?”

  Panic flashed through me. “N…nothing,” I stammered. “It must be a mistake.”

  “You’re a fucking mistake,” Mary replied, before walking out of the filing room.

  I rolled my eyes as I whispered, “She hides it well but I have a funny feeling Mary isn’t a fan.” I was such a dork. Like really, I can’t believe I haven’t been fired yet. I should leave my job, but what the hell else would I do?

  I scurried out of the filing room, wishing I could just go home. Maybe that’s what I should do. Just head home and ignore Damon’s summons.

  Outside the office, a young redheaded lady I’d never seen before sat primly behind a desk. I guessed Damon must have brought his own secretary with him when he’d been transferred to the Birmingham branch.

  As I neared the office door, the woman looked up. There was no smile, just a no nonsense stare. “Hello, can I help you?”

  I cringed and my stomach squeezed. This was bad. I couldn’t believe I had been called into Damon’s office. “Hi. My supervisor, um, Mary Anderson, um, she just told me that Damon—Mr. Martel wanted to see me in his office. I’m guessing it was a mistake. I’ll be going now.”

  I turned to leave but her sharp voice stopped me in my tracks.

  “Name?”

  “Huh?” I spun back to her, wishing I could disappear.

  “What – is – your – name?” she asked again, much slower this time, presumably because she’d decided that she was most likely speaking to a moron. And maybe she was.

  “Oh, erm, it’s Ridley. Ridley Leonard Chandler.”

  “I didn’t need to know your middle name. Nobody uses their middle name,” she replied snippily. Great, another fan of mine at the office.

  I thought about countering that I used my middle name. Therefore, she was clearly wrong, but that would probably get me into more trouble.

  “Oh, sorry,” I said, unsure why I was apologizing.

  The secretary opened a book and scanned down the page. “Ridley, Ridley, Ridley…ah! There you are.” She pressed a button on her phone and Damon’s voice filled the air.

  “Yes, Bethanne,” he said.

  “There’s a Ridley Chandler here to see you, sir.” Bethanne’s voice had changed, going all syrupy and sweet.

  “Would that be Ridley Leonard Chandler?” Damon asked.

  “The one and only,” Bethanne replied, her gaze falling on me before she rolled her eyes.

  “Good. Send him in.”

  Bethanne turned to me and smirked. “Head on in.”

  I nodded, wishing I could get out of this. “I heard. Thanks for your help.”

  “Whatever,” Bethanne said under her breath.

  I knocked on the door, thinking that maybe if he didn’t answer, I could leave. But no such luck.

  “Come in,” Damon called out.

  As usual, I did as I was told.

  “Close the door behind you.” Damon’s voice was deep, commanding.

  My dick responded which I didn’t like one little bit. Damon steepled his hands in front of him as he sat forward. On the other side of the desk sat an empty chair Damon nodded to.

  “I hope my secretary didn’t give you any trouble. She can be a bit of a bitch, but she works hard and she has a great set of tits,” Damon said.

  I gasped, unsure what to say.

  “Oh…I’m bisexual. That isn’t a problem for you, is it?”

  I thought about it for a second and then shook my head. “N-no problem.” Why would it be? It wasn’t as if we were even a couple, or that bisexuality was odd. It was normal, I guessed. I wasn’t bisexual, but then again, few people would call me normal. We’d had a fling in a nightclub. That was all that it was, wasn’t it?

  “That’s good,” Damon replied. “Now. Please, take a seat.”

  I slipped into the chair, worried what would happen next. I noticed Damon had a folder on the desk, which had my name written on a yellow sticker on the front cover.

  “Ridley…Leonard…Chandler,” Damon said seriously. “What am I going to do with you?”

  “Give me a promotion?” I wise cracked and shot him a nervous smile. Damon’s lips curved up a little before he forced them thin. Maybe humor wasn’t the way to play this.

  “My least favorite part of the job—but still an important aspect of the role—is to look at existing personnel and see if there are any non-essential workers who we can do without. Cost cutting, you know how it is.”

  I nodded, even though I had no clue how Damon’s job worked. I’d done my best to learn as little as I could while employed here.

  “Oh, sure,” I replied, hoping the reply didn’t show my ignorance.

  Damon continued. “So, I’ve been looking through all the personnel files prepared by my predecessor, Daniel Hardman—slight aside, but wouldn’t that be a great porn star name? Hardman?”

  I chuckled. “It would be even better if his first name was Dick rather than Daniel.”

  Damon picked up a pen and tapped it on the folder. “Dick Hardman…yes, I like it. Anyway, your file…it did not make for pretty reading. Lazy, sarcastic, insubordinate…” Damon tutted three times as he shook his head slowly.

  “And those are just my good qualities,” I said with a wink.

  This time, Damon didn’t manage to contain his chuckle. It took him a second to wipe the smile from his face.

  “Anyway…I noticed that my predecessor omitted to include one important aspect from your personnel file.”

  I lifted an eyebrow, wondering what it could be but Damon wasn’t forthcoming. I stared at him for a good thirty seconds but he said nothing.

  “And what would that be?” I had to know.

  “It doesn’t say anything about how good you are at giving head to your superiors.”

  My mouth went dry and I glanced to th
e door, worried Bethanne could hear. I turned back to him and caught the smirk on Damon’s face. I inclined my head, giving a quick nod.

  “Well, I’ve never sucked Daniel Hardman’s dick. Or any dick, for that matter.”

  Damon gasped theatrically. “You’ve never…sucked a cock? Well, well, well! In that case, we’ll have to correct that right now! Get under my desk.” Damon’s last few words were strained and given as an order.

  Chapter Five

  My head buzzed. Had I misunderstood what he’d said? Was he telling me I had to suck his cock? I glanced at the door again, worry filling me.

  “Excuse me?” I wanted to suck his cock, but here, at work? That was insane. People would know and I’d be outed.

  “Get under my desk,” Damon repeated. “And no pressure but your job may depend on your performance in this department.”

  I hoped he was joking about my job being on the line, but I couldn’t be certain. I nodded and stood up, moving to Damon’s side of the desk. My hands were shaking as I dropped to my knees. I glanced to his lap then back up to Damon’s face.

  Damon leaned forward and cupped my jaw. “I’m only joking about the job—well, your real job. If you don’t want to do this, you don’t have to. I’m serious about that. Don’t do this if you don’t want to. But if you want to—if you’re okay with it, I’ve always wanted to play the demanding boss.”

  I nodded then closed my eyes before opening them as I pretended to cower. “I swear I’ll do whatever you want, just don’t fire me.”

  Damon’s eyes grew bright and he reached for his pants, unbuttoning then unzipping fast. His cock was hard and my tongue curled in anticipation.

  I’d never been this close to another man’s dick before. I was just inches away which made me harder. I studied Damon intently as I leaned in. He wasn’t quite as long as me, but he was a little thicker. There was also a bend in the middle of the shaft, which reminded me a little of a banana.

  Could I really do this?

  I glanced up, worried I would disappoint Damon. “I’ve never done this before.”