The boss' youngest brother

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There are jobs and jobs. Some jobs are great, every day a new adventure, while others are tedious and routine.
My job, unfortunately, is the latter. It’s boring.
It’s not the work itself that bores me. Granted, at some days all that’s exciting is when the server goes down and we have to work manually instead of with the computer systems, but usually I like my work. It’s easy, I don’t have to think hard, and at the end of the day I have enough energy left to do things for myself.

I work for a large company with many customers. Customers who get bills, and sometimes bills are wrong. More commonly the customers don’t understand the bills or think they’re wrong while they’re not, and it’s my job to tell them if they’re correct, to correct them, and to tell people they should pay.
It’s not too bad, actually, quite easy even. But still, sometimes I’m bored out of my skull.
Why? Because of my colleagues. I have over three hundred colleagues and almost every single one of them is boring.

They seem to have no life, those colleagues of mine. They’re either married or divorced, too young to be interesting or too old to care, have children they don’t shut up about… and are either hundred percent straight or totally fag.

I don’t talk about my personal life. Maybe it would be less boring if I did, but I don’t think discussing about sexual preferences or hobbies are interesting. People often don’t understand why I choose to live on a ship, with no facilities or luxury. I’m sick of explaining why I wanted to be free to live where I want without moving every time.
I’m single, but my colleagues don’t know that. They wouldn’t know if I had a relationship either. They don’t even know I’m gay. I’m in the closet. Nice and safe.

Why would I tell people I’m gay? Why would I choose sides with my other gay colleagues, and listen to their stories about clubbing, crushes, shallow relations and failures? Why would I voluntarily choose to be the subject of gossip, to have people talking behind my back while they are friendly in my face?
Right now, I choose to be in the middle, to be friendly in a distant manner, to talk to everyone and ignore them when I want to.

I’m in the closet. But that could change, very soon. Very soon indeed… for something has happened.

It happened a few weeks ago. It was Friday, and the boss had his birthday. To celebrate with his team, we all went to this pub to have a drink after work.

You know how it is with a drink after work. You’re tired, it’s time to go home and have a bite because it’s been hours since lunchtime, you’re dressed for work and not for going out, and you have your colleagues as company.
Not your usual night-out.

We don’t exactly have a dress code at work. We don’t deal with customers personally; we only speak to them on the phone, and since most of us don’t meet the stockholders we just dress casually.
Casually means outrageous, in some cases. The young girls dress to impress the males; the men dress in what their wives gave them that morning or have no taste at all when they’re single, and the fags try out their limits by being completely over the top.
Not me. I dress plainly. I don’t want to be in the spotlights.
Besides, I already told you I have no facilities on my ship. I wouldn’t be able to wash all those outfits.
So it’s simple jeans for me, and a plain black T-shirt, with a jeans jacket. They’re clean, they’re neat, and they don’t give away anything about my personality.

More about my looks? I’m thirty-five. Yep, I have to admit; I’m not getting any younger. I still have all my hair, but I cut I very short because well, you know it by now… I have no possibilities to take long showers in the morning. I also don’t shave every day, nor cut my beard in a goatee or only a short beard without mustache. Oh, and my hair is brown. As brown as my eyes.
I like my eyes.

Anyway, my name is Jake. I have no contact with my family anymore and I have very little friends. I’m not lonely, at least, it doesn’t feel like it, and I’m good-looking. I think. I’m told often enough anyway.
Living on a ship on your own is hard work, so my muscles are most natural. I don’t work out because I have no time, and I don’t eat much so I’m not fat.
Usually, I don’t care about my looks. But that Friday night I mentioned, that suddenly changed.
It changed the moment I saw that guy coming in, joining my boss. All of a sudden, I was very aware of how I looked.

It was an Irish pub we were in. A normal pub, so although it was a night out with my colleagues, other people could join in. This guy was the youngest brother of my boss, of all people. And he smiled at the rest of us, knowing most of my colleagues –oh if only I had taken notice of their personal lives– and he accepted a beer.

I looked him up and down. Or up, rather. Sneakers, wide pants. Low-waist pants, and slender hips. A short top… showing ever so soft, blond body hair on his flat tummy. A jeans jacket, like me. Not too broad in the shoulders. Luscious, full lips, a cute pug nose, and blue eyes. Lovely blue eyes, looking straight back at me.

I didn’t know where to put my face and quickly focused on my drink. When I dared to look up again, he’d turned away to talk to someone.

Gorgeous. He was stunningly gorgeous. Maybe ten, twelve years younger than me? I still stared a him, taking in every detail I could see, and in my mind I pressed him against the wall with my body. In my fantasy, my hands were roaming all over his body, exploring him, sliding over and under that top and into his pants.
I kissed him, in my mind, and he kissed me back, hungrily, desperately, riding up against me with that beautiful body.

My daydream was rudely interrupted by one of my colleagues, who offered me another beer. I accepted gratefully. I even began to talk with him, starting a conversation about his divorce and children; a conversation in which I didn’t have much input and only had to listen. It was like dealing with customers. My eyes were irresistibly drawn back to the blond guy, while my ears picked up keywords and my mouth made pitiful sounds at the proper moments.

And I kissed him again. I bit him at the side of his neck. He moaned… and I realized it was me.

“Sorry, gotta see the men’s room,” I quickly said. My colleague nodded, ignorant to my feelings, and I ran to the back of the pub into the restroom.

It had one toilet, and it was occupied. Shit. My cock had erected so it would be hard to pee. I released it anyway, pulling out my cock and aiming at the ceramic of the urinal. At that moment, the toilet flushed and the door opened. As soon as the other guy had left the room, I turned to the toilet, my pants open and my erection pointing forward, and I found out the blond guy had just come in.
Oops.

For a moment, we were both frozen. I stared at him, too shocked to be embarrassed, and he stared at me, too embarrassed to move.
Eventually, we moved again. He walked to the other urinal and opened his pants, pulling out his cock to pee. Was it me, or did he turn too slowly, so I could see him in full ornate?
I didn’t know and I didn’t wait, and fled into the toilet where I leaned against the cold tiles before I sat down. Oh God. I just blew it.

I sat for a few minutes before I could take a leak. I took my time, trying to calm down, and finally I was able to go back into the pub. The guy had already left, and I didn’t know if that meant I was in the clear or in trouble.

My colleagues were still at the bar, chatting and drinking, and gave me a fresh beer. It seemed I was alright. At least the guy hadn’t blurted out about my embarrassing moment. He was still standing with my boss, I saw. He was drinking and smoking, like the rest of us, and I tried to figure out what he was thinking. And he looked at me.
His face was completely blank. But he winked… I almost dropped my beer.

What did that wink mean? Did it mean he liked me? Had he enjoyed seeing my cock, did he indicate he wanted to see it again? Did he tell me he wouldn’t tell my boss? Did it mean it was no big deal, it could happen to anyone, but he wasn’t interested?
Oh God the anxiety, the insecurity, and he was so gorgeous and I wanted him, so badly…

“Who…” I cleared my throat and tried again. “Who is that guy?” I asked the nearest colleague.

The man looked at who I pointed, discretely, and shrugged. “That’s Tim. He’s the youngest brother of the boss, and works at the company as well.”

He did? “He does? I never saw him, what does he do?”

“I believe he’s the youngest assistant of that bloke who fixes our computers,” shrugged my colleague again.

Was he now… I dropped the subject and asked him about his new car instead; completely uninteresting but I didn’t want to raise any suspicion about my interest. And I kept glancing at Timmy.
I called him Timmy, in my mind, and I shouted out his name as my hips slammed against his round butt. Tim cried out my name, in ecstasy, begging for more, his nails raking my skin and his pretty face twisted in his delight…
And my cock was growing again. Time for another visit to the toilet. This time, I had to jerk off so my pants wouldn’t bulge up every time I looked at Tim.

Carefully moving through the bodies, taking care not to brush against anyone with my hard front, I made my way to the back. It was quieter here, and I didn't look where I was going. Which was why I bumped right into a slender body, and instinctively reached out to hold it upright.

“Going to the toilet again?” asked a sweet, husky voice.

I stared into those blue eyes. Tim was grinning at me, and winked. He was standing close, too close for comfort, and I was still holding his hips between my hands. Quickly, I let go, but Tim didn’t step back.

“Yes,” I managed to answer. “It’s the beer…”

Tim pushed forward. He had to be able to feel my hard crotch, growing even harder when he pressed up against me. He smiled at me. “Liar,” he only said, and he moved his hips, his eyes glued on mine, challenging me to pull away.

I didn't. I couldn’t. My breath escaped me in a heated sigh, and I closed my eyes for a moment. When I opened them again, I found Tim’s face close to mine, and I felt his lips…

In reality, he’d pulled away with a soft, mocking laugh, leaving me standing there. At that moment, I hated him. I hated him for being so gorgeous and for leaving me all flustered and hot for him.

“Cock teaser,” I said, loud enough for him to hear. “Bitch,” I added softer while I walked away. I wasn’t horny anymore.

At the bar, the conversation had shifted to soccer. A television set was showing a soccer game, everybody had turned to watch, and I kept in the background. I hate soccer.
After a moment of peace –I actually enjoyed myself, no stupid subjects anymore– I felt someone standing close behind me. I didn’t have to look back to know who it was.
“Get lost,” I said. I was insulted.

“I’m sorry,” said Tim softly. There was no need to whisper; we couldn’t be heard above the noise anyway. “I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.”

“You don’t know anything about my feelings,” I snapped back. “And if you do, I want you to forget about them this instant, and to leave me alone.”
He was the brother of my boss. The youngest brother even, and he worked at the same company. He could ruin me. Completely.
“Go away, Timmy,” I said, and that was a vital mistake.

Tim laughed again. “Are we using pet names already, Jakey?”

He knew my name. He’d inquired about me. I turned to face him, and I couldn’t help but sigh at the sight of those big, innocent blue eyes. “I hate you,” I said sincerely. “Go away.”

“Will you come with me, then?” asked Tim, still with that innocent expression. “We could go to the restrooms. Everybody is too busy to notice us.”

I should’ve been strong. I should’ve refused, rejected him, said no and watched the game. But I left my spot, and followed him to the back, to the restrooms, where he went inside.
This time, it wasn’t just my imagination. This time, it was real. I locked the door of the toilet behind me and I saw him standing there, against the tiles, in that cramped space with the door completely hiding us.

The innocent mask dropped the moment I turned to him. He grabbed me at my neck, pulled me close, and sucked his hungry mouth on me in a heated kiss. I bumped into him and pressed him against the wall. He was so eager…

For the third time that night, I felt my cock grow. I really had to go all the way this time, with or without help, or my balls would hurt me for days. I drove up against him, feeling him growing hard as well, and I moved my hands over his hips and torso to explore him.

Tim gnawed on my lips. His tongue slid over my face, he sucked my skin and bit me, trembling under my hands. He explored me in turn. I heard him moan as he felt my muscles and body hair, his hands sliding under my shirt and kneading me, his nails scratching me in pure lust.

When I opened the top button of his pants and slid a hand inside, he moaned my name. I almost came at that sound, and quickly distracted myself by pulling him in for another kiss. He opened his mouth eagerly, allowing my tongue to enter, sucking it hard and rubbing up against me. My fingers curled around his cock. It pulsated in my grip.
So eager…

“Yes!” gasped Tim against my lips. “Do it… I need it!”

It had to be a dream. I had a gorgeous young lad between my arms and he was begging me to take him. It couldn’t be real. But it was, and although part of me expected that door to open to reveal my laughing colleagues, the rest of me only wanted to satisfy Tim. If this was all a scam, he was a bloody good actor.

I licked at a few fingers and slid inside the back of his pants, to press through the taut muscle of his ass. He sighed against my shoulder and tensed his arms around my neck. “Oh yes…”

Oh yes, indeed. I felt the muscles contract around my digit and pushed in deeper, moving my other hand to stroke him. He only sighed softly now, apparently less desperate, simply enjoying himself and relaxing against my body. As I moved my head to kiss him, he kissed me back with lazy lust, his eyes half-closed and his face serene. I didn’t hate him anymore. This was genuine.

Tim moved his hands unhurriedly, sliding down my front to undo my pants. He took me between both hands and stroked me, slowly, making me harder without rushing.

I stretched him. His body was willing and completely relaxed. It would be a pleasure for both of us, it seemed. When we managed to pull back for a moment, Tim gave me a condom. With another kiss and an inviting smile, he dropped his pants and turned around. He leaned on the toilet, his ass pointing up, bent through his knees and his legs spread. I couldn’t possibly ignore such an invitation. I fiddled on the rubber and pushed against his muscle. Without delay, my cock slid inside of him.

Shit that felt good. Tim moaned and shivered, leaning in deeper, bracing himself to be fucked. I had to take a moment before I could move, savoring the delicious contractions around my shaft before I drew back slowly. He groaned louder when I thrust inside.

I moved deeply until he adjusted to my size, building up my speed without hurting him more than necessary. Tim’s sounds were approving and encouraging, carrying my name frequently. I sighed his name in turn. My hands caressed his hips and back, sliding under his top and feeling his sweat. I could see him reaching for his cock to jerk off while I fucked him, so I just focused on his ass, to plough him, speeding up until I slammed inside.
“Timmy… You’re divine…”

“Mm… Just fuck me, Jakey! Make me come!”

With utter pleasure, I obeyed. I changed my speed and angles frequently, giving him the satisfaction he so obviously yearned for, without hurting him. Not that I cared about pain. I just wanted to fuck him, to slam against that trembling round ass, and to fill him up with my seed.

“Jakey! Yes!” Tim suddenly gasped. He stiffened under my hands and cramped around my cock. I opened my eyes and saw the fat squirts, landing in the toilet pot, as he came with deep groans.

I waited out the hard spasms before I moved again, but I didn’t need long. Slamming inside a few more times, my body quivered as it built up my climax, and I suddenly tensed up as I shot my load deep inside Tim’s body. “Fuck yeah…”
Finally!

I drew back carefully once my cock stopped spurting. We were both out of breath, and Tim turned around to sit on the ceramic. He moaned as he pressed his hands between his legs, against his ass. “That was great,” he sighed, shuddering.

I pulled off the condom and dumped it in the toilet, between Tim’s legs, before I knelt down. He wrapped his arms around me immediately, and kissed me. I held him tight until we calmed down.

“We should go back,” I said quietly, letting go of my hold. I didn’t want to go back. I wanted to hold him and kiss him and make love to him.

Tim nodded. He had a heated blush on his face; his eyes were bright and gleaming. “Yes,” he whispered. “We should.” But he grabbed me again, and pulled me close, kissing me with that same heated lust he’d displayed before.

I answered the embrace and held him tight, kissing back until my lips were sore and tongue strained. I had no idea how long we’d been sitting there. I had no clue if we were missed. And I didn’t give a damn.

Tim drew back, and licked my lips with a few long laps. “You’re delicious,” he whispered, making me laugh softly. “Why are you laughing?” he blinked. Suddenly, he drew back completely, and stared at me with another blush. He looked shocked and angry, and I hasted to pull him against me.

“Don’t be silly,” I whispered. “You’re goddamn marvelous. I didn’t use you… I wanted you so badly, you have no idea.” Tim didn’t relax, so I ruffled his hair. “I laughed because it’s you having a go at me, while I expected that I had to take all initiative. I didn’t expect this, Timmy. I wasn’t laughing at you…”

“Okay,” nodded Tim. He pressed his face in my neck, and sighed. “Don’t tell my brother,” he whispered. “Please?”

I had to stifle another laugh. As if I would tell his brother! “I won’t,” I promised. “And you keep it a secret as well, alright?”

“Only if you make another promise,” said Tim muffled against my skin. “Promise me we’ll meet again, soon. Somewhere private. Your place.”

I had to clear up my mess, I thought, but I tightened my embrace and kissed his hair. “I promise. Now let go of me, we really should go back.”

Tim nodded again, but he didn’t let go immediately. He sucked his mouth on my neck, and sucked really hard. He left his mark on my skin, claiming me. I could only think of one response. I sucked on a finger, and stuck it between his legs, harshly pushing inside his sore rectum. He let go to gasp for air.

“Mm… I want you again, soon,” he whispered with a soft sigh and a smile. He moaned when I moved my finger, probing around a bit. “Very soon… Ohh Jakey!”

He fell against my body, and shivered delightedly. I should’ve stopped right there and then, but he pressed up against me and clamped his arms around me, squirming with those gorgeous hips and forcing me to continue. I couldn’t stop. I grabbed his cock –he had grown again, I noticed to my astonishment– and I went all the way.

I really shouldn’t have done it. I shouldn’t have fingered him the way I did, stroking him, giving him so much pleasure in that cold, cramped space, but I couldn’t stop. He was moaning so delightedly in my ear, kissing me, licking me, biting my lips and sighing my name.

I made him come again. His fingers grasped my shoulders and he bit me hard at the side of my neck as he came all over my bare front and hand, my fingers buried deeply inside of him and feeling his throbbing prostate against the tips.

Tim’s face was wet when I finally stopped pleasuring him. He was crying, kissing me almost desperately, and heaving deep gulps of air as he said my name with so much passion.

I have to admit I felt so proud when I saw him, and heard him. I didn’t wonder why he was crying, not for one moment. I just allowed him to calm down, and then took some toilet paper to clean us up. We were both trembling a bit as we fixed our clothes. I pulled up my collar to hide the bites and bruises Tim had left on my skin, hoping I wouldn’t be questioned about them.
We left the restroom together, meeting unknown people in the hall without raising suspicion. Before we went back into the pub, Tim tugged on my hand.

“Remember your promises,” he whispered, looking up at me with those big, blue eyes.

“I will,” I nodded, and I sealed it with a soft kiss.

It appeared we weren’t missed at all. The game was still on, everybody was watching, most quite drunk by now. I didn’t want to talk to them anymore. I finished what was left of my beer, and went outside to go home. Once I stood outside, I realized I didn’t say goodbye to anybody.