Job Hunting

Nate Green managed hedge funds in Manhattan. He had equal charm and business savvy. In the next two hours, he had to conduct for interviews for a new position in account management. He hated the fact that the interviews took so long, he could usually tell if someone was a good hire in a matter of seconds, but HR made him be polite and conduct the interview until its end. The first three candidates were unimpressive and under qualified. The fourth candidate was also under qualified, but not unimpressive.

“Tom, I know this is a cliché interview question. But, where do you see yourself in two years?” Nate asked.

“I don’t know. I’m fresh out of school and positions for people at my age and experience are limited. I’d like a chance to grow with a company. They would train me specifically to utilize my talents and I’d be a huge asset for it.”

“That’s a pretty good answer,” Nate paused, “I’m going to be frank with you, you’re not a good fit for this position.”

“I appreciate your candor,” Tom replied.

“I do however, have a proposition for you.”

“Okay?”

“Would you join me at my penthouse later this evening?”

Stunned, Tom didn’t know how to react. He dropped his eye contact with Nate and looked into his lap. Nate waited in silence for an answer.

“What for?” Tom asked his pitch heightening at the end.

“Just for a chat. Nothing serious,” he said and his lips parted over his teeth.

“I guess so.”

“Marvelous, see Terry on the way out. He’ll get you my address and a form to sign. Oh, and I’ll also have him give you petty cash for travel expenses.”

“Okay. Well, thank you for your time. I’ll see you later.”

“Yes. Good day.”

Tom walked through the theater sized office and waited for Nate’s secretary to end a call.

“Must have been a good meeting?” Terry asked.

Tom nodded nervously. Terry printed of a detailed invitation to Nate’s home. It specified the time and casual attire. He used a small key to open a black box and pulled five, crisp one-hundred-dollar bills from it. He locked the box and handed it to Tom.

“Don’t be late. Mr. Green is very particular. Sign here,” he said handing a hot piece of freshly printed paper.

Tom quickly skimmed the document and it was a standard non disclosure agreement. He hesitated, but then signed. He figured the money could pay for the next two months of student loans. He pocketed the money as he rode the elevator down. He had a weird feeling in the pit of his gut.

On the sidewalk in front of Mr. Green’s building, he used his phone to make a call. It rung a couple of times before a friendly voice answered.

“Did you get it?” she said.

“No. He told me in the interview,” Tom said.

“That’s to bad man. Next time.”

“Well, he invited me to his home.”

“What!? Nate Green invited you to his place?”

“Yeah, but I don’t know if I’m going to go through with it.”

“You’re getting a private sit-down with one of the most influential men in Manhattan. You have to go!” she said with zeal in her voice.

“I don’t know.”

“I’ve known you for six years. You are always like this. You get something handed to you and because it didn’t feel like it was difficult enough to get, you don’t take it. You need to take it. Trust me.”

“Okay. But, if shit gets weird, I’m holding you accountable.”

“Deal.”

He ended the call and decided to heed his friend’s advise. Nicole was almost always right. He checked the time and address on the invitation. He had three hours to kill and the park and the penthouse was close by. He decided to wait in Central Park until their meeting. He didn’t want to waste money on a cab or the train back to Brooklyn. Time passed as he read on a bench. He stood and walked to the address. He realized his outfit was business professional. He remembered the secretary mention particulars. He removed his tie and oxford and through them in a trash bin. His blazer looked good on the crew cut undershirt.

At a private elevator, he dialed up to Nate’s penthouse. The guard and concierge eyed him suspiciously. He flashed a boyish grin at them to ease their scrutiny. The elevator opened. It’s interior was might marble with polished silver accents. It carried him forty stories into the sky and opened. The foyer bled into the living room and the large industrial kitchen. The furniture was minimal and cleverly designed. Golden lights from New York’s skyline bathed the space in a warm, golden glow.

“Tom. How nice to see you,” Nate said holding a glass of scotch.

“Mr. Green, the pleasure’s mine,” Tom said with faux confidence.

“Please call me Nate.”

“Nate it is.”

“Come in. Would you like a drink?”

“Yes, please,” Tom said remembering an article he read that instructed young business people always to accept a nicety when offered.

Tom followed Nate to a sitting area next to a curated bookshelf. On a bar cart, Nate poured two fingers of the scotch from a crystal decanter. Tom took the drink and waited for Nate to sit before sitting himself. He squirmed in the chair and waited anxiously for Nate to speak.

“You know I’m a busy man.”

“Absolutely,” Tom said realizing there were no other guests in the penthouse.

“I’m not the easiest person to be around and in turn, I’ve not many real friends. People say their a friend, but they’re actually just after a donation or handout. You understand?”

“I think so.”

“I’m fine with solitude, but there are some things I miss. People under estimate the necessity of human touch. It’s vital.”

Nate watched as Tom took a large fortifying sip of the scotch. He tried to gage Tom’s reaction. He wondered if he had made a huge mistake. He took a sip from his own glass.”

“I think people just need other people sometimes. Many say they don’t but they actually do. New Yorkers complain about the crowds all the time, but that’s what makes the city great. We’re all fighting it together.”

“Exactly.”

Tom had experimented with guys in college. He liked both men and women, but saying your straight is just easier. He found Nate attractive. His authoritative tone put him at ease. He didn’t want to jump the gun on where he thought this conversation was heading so he held his tongue.
“You remind me of my dorm mate back in my Yale days. We had a special connection.”

“I see,” Tom replied.

“I’d like it very much if you could just touch me. Not sexually, necessarily, but more of a massage.”

Tom thought it over and the prospect became real that this might devolve into some sort of prostitution. He wasn’t sure if he was okay with that. He looked into Nate’s big eyes and hooked nose. His salty hair brushing the top of his glasses.

“Okay. I can help you out.”

“That’s wonderful,” Nate stood and extended his free hand.

The men shook hands as Tom stood from his own chair. He followed Nate into his bedroom. Nate removed his shirt and pants, but left on his boxers and socks. He looked smaller without all the suiting. His body was handsome compact, elegant. Tom waited for instruction and took another sip of his drink.

“I thought I might lay on the bed and you could massage my back.”

Tom nodded and sat the drink down on a glass table. He waited for Nate to get situated on the bed and stood next to it. He tried to reach from there, but it felt awkward. He climbed onto the bed and sat over Nate on his knees. Nate exhaled hard as Tom began rubbing his shoulders. He was too nervous to get aroused, but Tom admired the man’s strong shoulder structure. His back felt tight and Tom used his thumbs to pry it from itself.

“That feels great. Right there,” Nate asked.

Tom continued in the area before working down near the man’s sides. He felt ribs and moved his fingers back, closer to the spine. After several minutes of back work, Tom’s hands grew tired. He apologized and Nate understood, he wasn’t a professional after all. Tom stretched his hands open and closed. Nate waited patiently.

“Okay, I’m good.”

“Do you feel comfortable with my legs?” Nate asked.

Tom shuffled lower on the bed, just below Nate’s knees. He worked the area of the lower thigh first. Working his way up the leg, he leaned forward. The loose fitting boxers provided a glimpse of Nate’s smooth, supple ass. Two domes under pinstriped fabric. Tom sat up straighter and moved to the other leg. He couldn’t help but to look.

“Thank you that was lovely,” Nate said breaking Tom’s stare, “Would you like a turn?”

“That’s alright I’m fine.”

“I insist. It’s more for me than you,” Nate admitted.

Tom removed his blazer and undershirt revealing a thin frame. His chest was mostly flat and his arms had a decent girth. He removed his trousers. His briefs were powder blue and snugly fit. For an unknown reason, Tom straightened his hair before laying down face first on the bed. The bed smelled of warm spice and chamomile. Nate grabbed his left arm and began pressing into the back of it moving up to his armpit. He switched to other side of the bed and repeated. He then massaged Tom’s nimble feet and it felt incredible.

“May I get on the bed to do your back?”

“You’re excellent at this. Please,” Tom said with a laugh.

Tom felt a gentle weight lower on his butt. He felt the cotton fabric of Nate’s shorts near his waist. Nate leaned forward to reach for Tom’s shoulders. Tom could feel his junk through the thin fabric press at the top of his ass. Nate began to massage and the thoughts left Tom. Nate magically relieved the stress and tension from his entire back. He couldn’t remember a time his back had been so pain free. After he finished with the deep tissue, Nate lightly let his fingers brush over his back like ten paint brushes. Tom pressed his ass cheeks together tight and pivoted at his waist. This applied light pressure against Nate’s cock. He lowered down to the bed feeling his cock press into it. He kept pressing up until his felt Nate’s cock grow rigid and poke into him. Nate rocked his hips, letting his dick slide against Tom’s crack. The front fabric of his boxers absorbed precum into them as the to men humped. The head of Tom’s cock slid to and fro on the light blue fabric. He felt a gush of heat against his anus. Nate began to moan as he unloaded a thick load onto Tom. Still working his wet sticky ass, Tom pumped his cock hard against the bed until a jizz exploded and filled his briefs. The two men laid and relished in the their wet, cum soaked underwear for a beat.

Tom sat up on the bed in front of Nate. He looked him in the eyes before giving him a long, warm hug. This was the beginning of a beautiful relationship.

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