The Agency

 by: Staley Cole Smith

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Joseph is a gifted man quite good looking and intelligent. I am speaking of a man who is all business. Age is normally a factor, when describing a person; but not for me. I look at a man, as a man, not a number.

His wife Diane, is nice, but a tad uppity, and seems phony; she gives a new meaning to the word “pushy”

I am Ethan, employed by the ‘Morris James Advertising Agency’ in Manhattan, and Joseph is my boss.

Being creative is my strongpoint because I am gay; at least that is what the good liberals tell me.  I have an artistic license, to be weird, so ridiculous an idea, but I go with the flow. It is a sweet gift and has its advantages.

It was December and snowing. When it snows in New York City on Broadway, believe me – it snows.

“What do you say Ethan, do you think we had better head back to the office? The weather report is not good,” said my boss.

“I think we should, but you are the boss. One thing is for certain, if I have another cocktail, you will have to carry me out of here.” I replied.

“That is not going to happen and it is four blocks to the Agency. I think the cold air will do us good,” said Joseph.

We had just finished a lip-smacking buffet lunch including three martinis and buzzed from the gin. I should have taken the subway home to downtown Manhattan; but did not.

We took a taxi back to the office.  We were not drunk, just ‘tipsy’ is a better way to think of it.  It was due to guzzling gin.

The Agency closed at noon. Nobody was there and the employees had left early to go home

After hot coffee and an hour’s rest, the java was just the ticket, for getting back on track.

From the small reception desk, where I was resting, I heard Joseph call, from his office.

"Ethan, come in here a second."

I struggled a bit getting to my feet.

It is a foolish way to make one seem normal, but what can I say? I walked in and saw Joe with his face close to the computer screen.

"Ethan, I'm wasted. Does this page make any sense?" he asked and swiveled around in his chair.

I had to get next to him to see what he was referring to on the computer.

“Let me read it myself," I said, trying to get closer to the computer screen.

It was not something that made sense. He was looking at an article about the rain forest in the Amazon.

“Why are you interested in the Amazon?” I asked

“I don’t know, I thought there was something there you might be able to use someplace,” he replied.

Still a little buzzed, I leaned over too far and lost my balance. I dropped onto his desk and my hand landed in his lap. Actually, it was right between Joe’s legs. I must have hit his junk because he let out a little groan.

There was a split second of stillness as I straighten myself back up and removed my hand. He moaned, but did not say a word...

“Yikes sorry boss”

“Leave it there.” He said to me

“What?”

“Leave your hand there Ethan,” he said and placed it back between his legs

“Why because I’m gay?”

“Because I want it there,” Joseph replied

After that, it was literally a cyclone.

I was touching my boss’s crotch, and he wanted me to do it. His legs were solid and whatever was down there was enough for me to drop the pretense.

Everything was moving fast and I was sure the booze was making us carry on this way; perhaps Gin was the catalyst that brought out lust in Joseph that was always there – perhaps not.

I was not about to analyze a thing. Being haughty-taughty is not my thing, when a man wants me to touch him between his legs; I am there quicker than rain.  I had no intention of stopping.

Joe, a name he liked, held my wrist firmly between his legs. He straightened upright in the chair, still holding me and pressing my body to his chest.

“You want it - don’t you?” Joe said barely audible.

“Oh yeah, boss,” I said

“Can I trust you to keep your mouth shut?”

“Absolutely”

“You will get no favors from me,” he said sounding like a politician. “This is strictly private after hours.”

“Absolutely, I know that.” I said

“I like you Ethan”

“I like you too boss,” I replied

We started making out at once, if what one would call, making out. I put my cheek next to his cheek and thought to kiss him; but he turned his head and mumbled, NO.

My legs were straddling him and he placed his hands onto my back and pulled me in about as close as two can get, chest to chest.

 “Damn,” I thought, “is this what married men like doing?”  No, that didn’t make sense to me.”

I was sober at this point and Joe was too. We began talking, about the weather. It was beginning to snow again and we could see accumulation building on the sidewalk.

“The forecast calls for a foot of the white stuff; and you know how that ties up transportation in Manhattan. Do you think we should get out of here before the snow becomes any deeper?”  I said.

“Yeah, damn it, I know all about snow on the parkway.” He replied

I take the subway train downtown to Mulberry Street in Little Italy. I grew up in Manhattan and proud to admit that I am a true New Yorker.

“So what do you think,” he said

“About what?”

“The snow, should we get the hell out of here?”

“You’re the boss, you tell me. This is not the first time I had to get around New York when it snows.” I replied

“I’m feeling pretty good, let’s hang out for a while longer. It is only snow – screw it. I am horned up Ethan and getting off would calm me down a bit”

“Did you say, horned up?

“Yeah Ethan, I did – see”

Joe had his pants open and he was wearing white boxer briefs. I knelt down between his legs, on the plush carpet on the floor. He ran one hand through my hair and started unbuttoning his shirt with the other.

He was commando under his shirt, so I could see his bare chest solid with tuffs of black sexy hair in a line going down his stomach.

“You’re leaking Joe,” I said

“You better get it little buddy.”

The cat and mouse game was over. I engulfed everything and started doing what I do best.

I have a proficient gag reflex and can swallow manhood. He was without a doubt, masculine material and I knew I could do it. 

Joe was breathing heavy, and placed both hands on my head. He guided me up and down. I was slobbering and he was moaning. "Take it Ethan; dry it up buddy.”

I wanted to do a better job, but I was having trouble with him sitting in an office chair.

“Up Joe,” - I said

He pulled himself out of the chair and stood in front of me. It was like breathing poppers on a hairy lawn of fuzz.

It was a while since he had received this much attention, and I was on a mission to make him feel fantastic.

His white shirt was unbuttoned and dangling on the edge of his bronze shoulders. He looked freakin hot, because he was hot.

It is painful to want something so badly.  I started massaging the inside of his thighs. “Get on it Ethan, get in there,” he continued yelling at me.

"I'm gonna cum," Joseph said, unable to control himself much longer. “I am gonna cum.”

With my hand, I cupped his junk closer to his body. Vintage milk rolled to the back of my throat; I got what I wanted and down it went. It had a powerful meaning of admiration for him.  Crazy they call me.

He was recovering and had his eyes closed; his legs still spread apart. Through the office window, I could see the snow building outside…

"We have to go," I whispered, “wake up.”

“I’m not sleeping, I’m chilling – that was good Ethen.” He said, OMG, I am drained.

I grinned mischievously at Joe, with his underwear down and only socks on his feet. You just had to catch the moment.

“Go, you leave, he said. I will be along shortly. I want to put this place back in order. “Remember, we don’t talk about this,”

“I know”

“It won’t happen again” he continued

“I know”

“You were good Ethan, really good,” he admitted

“You were better boss. If you want to think about an encore, I probably could get a half hour off from work.” I chirped, trying to be extra friendly.

“Get the fuck outta here, just be careful in the snow,” Joe said with a warm smile. 

“You too boss, why don’t you leave the car in the parking garage and take a taxi home.”

“I might do that.” he replied

I left and headed towards the 49^th street station. On the way, I used my hand to wipe my lips. I was glowing inside with contentment.

When I stopped for a light at 47^th street, I saw Joseph getting into a taxi. 

Sex is strange; not much really matters, as long as everyone feels better. At least, I look at it that way. Guilt has a way of affecting straight men. I would like to think that Joe is different, but then they are all different.

I am not about to ask the mirror on the wall; however I wonder if on Monday, things will still be okay between us.

The subway train slammed to a halt at 49^th street. The snow continued to fall and I was going home.

The End