Date: Fri, 20 Apr 2001 18:46:51 -0700 (PDT)
From: Mr. Nice Guy <teenwriter2003@yahoo.com>
Subject: Summer Internship

Hey fella's it is teenwriter2003@yahoo.com checking in
again...It's been awhile since I've last written...but
I know all of my boys are in need of a good story...


     This past summer I turned sixteen and was in
desperation for some cold hard cash.  My parents were
annoyed with lending me money for clothes, music, and
just having fun with my friends and forced me into the
working world.  We live in a fairly large city, with a
fair amount of fast food orientated restaurants.  The
idea of minimum wage didn't excite me too much so I
sought out to find a job with a little more
stimulation.  I began going to the larger office
buildings and seeing if they had any summer intern
work needed to be completed.  After two days of
rejection I decided that I'd go out just one more day,
and if I didn't get anything then I'd turn my body
over to the horrors of fast food.  I watched myself in
the mirror as I was getting dressed, and ready to
depart.  It was very hot outside and temperatures
peaked in the high 90s.  Slight perspiration etched my
forehead as I brushed my hair.  During the warm summer
days it is rare that I would wear underwear, I just
like to keep it cool down there.  The outline of my
cock in my khaki's excited me, as I reached down to
relieve some of the pressure.  Low and behold I worked
my way to a full erection, and rapidly ripped my pants
off.  I was lying on my bed still in my collared shirt
vigorously pounding my cock.  I closed my eyes and
began fantasizing about business men, something about
a man in a suit and tie drives me wild.  I fantasized
about watching the men strip out of their business
suits at the local gym and into their workout
clothing.  The hairy developed cocks of men into their
thirties and fourties rushed through my mind as my
blood rushed through my body.  Watching men slowly
unbutton their shirts, exposing the dark curls of
chest hair drove me wild.  I fantasized about having
my ass hammered by such men.  My right hand reach
around and viciously shoved three fingers into my
hole.  My chest heaved into the air and a slight moan
escaped my lips.  The warm feeling returned to my
hand, and I realized that I had shot my load.  There
wasn't much there, due to the fact that I masturbate
at least three times a day during the summer.  As I
licked the cum off of my fingers I smiled, a wry
smile, thinking of all of those precious men. 
*****
     I removed the key from the ignition and walked to
the door.  It was very hot outside and having to wear
khaki pants and a collared shirt didn't make it all
too much better.  As I extended the glass door I felt
a rush of cool air.  The air caught my pant leg and
rushed up to cool my balls.  The slight stimulation
brought a smile to my face and I wished I could jack
off right then and there.  I walked to the
receptionist, who was occupied with a very heated
telephone conversation.  She gave me a slight smile
and I proceeded to look at the roster of companies
that had offices within this large office building.  I
was surprised at the large number and decided that
rather than going to the individual companies, I'd
wait and see if the receptionist knew if anyone needed
help.  After another couple of minutes she hung up the
phone, I flashed a smile and asked, "Excuse me.  I'm
inquiring about a summer position, do you happen to
know if any of the companies have an opening?"  She
proceeded to inform me that Greg Hellam of (I don't
want to reveal the company for his protection), was in
need for a summer intern.  I thanked her and proceeded
towards the elevator.  I was surprised to see someone
in there.  As he exited, I watched his tight ass pass
by.  He looked to be a man of about thrity-five or so,
and had a short hair cut.  When I got into the
elevator I had to "re-adjust," and remind myself to
act totally professional.  I departed the elevator to
be confronted by the most bitchy secretary ever.  "I'm
here to see Greg Hellam about possible summer
employement," I said.  She responded that I was not
going to see Greg, and that she was in charge of
screening all of the potential candidates for any type
of position.  Well, I've always been a kid of a cute
smile and great charm.  I smiled brightly at her and
took a very sweet approach, (women like that kinda
shit).  "The receptionist downstairs told me that this
company has an available position for a summer
intern."  She recepted to my kindness well and
informed me that this was true.  We chatted for a
little while, while I informed her that I was the
perfect student and worker bee.  That wasn't all bs,
infact I really do enjoy working and going to school. 
I filled out an application, and rather than a typical
waiting period she rushed me into Greg's office.  I
was very impressed by what I saw.  A man in his late
thirties possible in his early fourties stood up from
his desk to greet me.  He was about 6'2", when God
created him he didn't miss a trick.  A head of rich
dark hair, a tanned face, dark green-set eyes, a smile
complete with white teeth, and a fairly nice build. 
He was not fat at all nor was he muscle bound, he
wasn't wearing the coat that corresponds with the
suit, so I was able to evaluate him.  He had the
slightest beginings of a little belly, and an ample
amount of chest hair.  I flashed my most appealing
smile and extended my hand into his.   His skin was
soft, yet he was warm, and our contact sent shivers
through my body.  I noticed he was wearing gold band
on his left hand, that rested inches away from his
crotch.  His secretary told him I was "a live one,"
and that I met the requirements fully,(okay maybe she
wasn't a total bitch).  As she left she closed the
door behind her, as Mr. Hellam told me to take a seat.
 I sat down and shot the shit with him for a little
while.  I couldn't help but mentally undress him with
my eyes, he was beautiful.  At the end of our thirty
minute conversation he hired me and told me that I'd
act like a personal secretary to him, and I'd be in
charge of getting his personal computer up to date. 
He pointed to an isolated part of his enormous office,
and said that I'd be working there.  I was so excited
to work in a closed door office all summer long with
this man.  His only flaw was he was very intense.  He
kept telling me that if I didn't work to complete
perfection my, "ass would be out."  However, under his
intensity I saw a sweet man, and that was evident in
his occasional joke and friendly smile.  I was
instructed to meet him Monday morning for my first day
of work, at 9:00 sharp.  
     I didn't sleep very well on Sunday night, and got
out of bed at 6:00 the next morning.  I got into the
shower and let the hot water run for over a half hour.
 Normally I like to play with my cock and fondly my
ball sac, but I was just too nervous.  I did manage to
finger my hole, how could anyone resist?  I got
dressed, and into my car for my first day of work.  I
arrived to his office fifteen minutes early, my boss
was very pleased as evident from the smile on his
face.  It made me happy to see him so proud.  He
instructed me to sit down at the computer and wait for
a moment.  While he was gone I stared at his desk, it
was very neat and clean.  The only thing that caught
my eye was a picture that was dated just six months
ago of him and his wife in a professional studio.  She
was moderately attractive, and to be honest looked
kidna boring.  He returned with one of those telephone
headset apparatuses that excited me very much.  He
stood over me and placed it on my head, the feel of
his big hand carresing my head was unbearable.  For
the first time I got to smell his manly smell.  It was
a slight mix of perspiration and a very musky smeling
cologne.  I got very excited, and tried to not make
notice of my tenting pants.  The tip of his tie
tickled the top of my forehead, but of this I said
nothing.  He devoted the rest of the day on
instructing me on parlimetary procedure and the
location of various things in the office.  He
introduced me to the rest of the office members,
although he was the man in charge.  They all treated
me with respect, even though I was much younger than
any of them.  There were all successful men and women
of at least thrity years old.  We walked back together
to his secluded office.  The first couple of weeks on
the job went terrificly. Often times he told me he was
pleased with my performance.  He took me to lunch on
select days, and basically became an older friend to
me.  My attraction for him never escaped me, but I
tried my best to hide it.  During the day we'd joke
and laugh and basically we developed quite a
friendship.  We soon discovered that we were both
members of the same gym.  I was tired of getting up
early and going before work, so he advocated that I
accompany him after work.  I was excited to learn that
he took interest in me after working hours, and the
next day I packed my work out clothes in the trunk of
my car.
     The next day I followed him in my car to the gym.
 It was about 8:45, I usually get off around six but
he and I were both very busy today.  Besides, I didn't
really mind, I got overtime pay and more time to spend
drooling over Mr. Hellam.  We made our way into the
Mens' Locker room to find it completely empty.  For
the first time all day I realized that I was going to
finally get to see him naked.  I started to get very
nervous, fearing I'd get hard or stare too long or
something.  We got into the dressing room and dropped
our bags.  We started talking about a paticular client
when he began unbuttoning his shirt.  Off went the
first button, followed by the second, and soon I was
staring at the gorgeous upper body of a man who I had
admired for a long time.  As expected, he didn't have
any true definition to his upper body, but who needs
definition when he's got all that body hair and a
great face.  I reached up and pulled my shirt over my
head, reavealing an average body, with a thick happy
trail that ran down into my pants.  My little tummy
poked sligtly over my pants and I realized that I
wasn't wearing any underwear.  Now, that was normal
for me, but what the hell was my boss gonna think?!?! 
I had a jockstrap packed in my gymbag, but he would
see that I wasn't wearing underwear and think I'm a
total freak.  He continued talking about that
particular customer as he scratched his chest hair,
and slightly stretching.  I then realized that I was
an instant from seeing him naked.  He unbuttoned his
trousers not only to reveal a great cock, but also the
fact he wasn't wearing any underwear either.  He had a
definite meat cock, that was very large when soft, but
probably didn't get too much bigger when hard.  His
legs were covered in dark body hair, and the base of
his penis was like a forest.  I was sitting close
enough as to where I could smell the salty/uriney
combination that was being ommited from his crotch.  I
inhaled with a slight breath not to attract any
attention.  His beautiful cock swayed infront of my
face, as he turned around to search his gym bag for
his jock-strap.  I watched his two hairy cheeks part
down the center as he searched.  His lighlty stained
hole smelled very faintly like shit.  I allowed the
scent to rush into my nostrils and tinlgle my cock, I
had to ensure not to get a boner.  He turned back
around with a t-shirt in one hand, and a jock in the
other.  He pulled his jock up, and readjusted his
package as he stuffed it into the strecthing cotton
pouch.  As I pulled my pants down he joked about me
not wearing underwear either, and said, "I know the
feeling.  It's just too hot and sweaty."  I smiled
back at him while he returned to talking about that
same client.  We both tied our shoes, took a piss, and
left the lockerroom.  
     I decided to start in the cardio-vascular room. 
Greg followed me in and stepped onto the tredmill.  It
was interesting, I always start with the treadmill. 
We decided to work our together, and both set a
tweanty minute course.  The room was empty and the
only noise was a combination of the slight hum of the
machines and the tv's that played in the background. 
Our talking became minimal as we ran, and our breath
began to increase.  I looked over admiringly at Greg,
the neck of his white T-shirt was covered in sweat,
and as each precious drop dropped from his face, I
fantasized about being under him to lick it all off. 
We then got on front and back bicycle machines, and
for the next twenty minutes I watched in delight as
his ass rode up and down onto the seat.  We finished
our work out with a trip to the weight room.  I was
shocked to see that he wasn't as strong as I imagined,
and benched very little weight.  Our talking grew up
again, as we were both EXTREMELY talkative people, and
felt highly comfortable around eachother.  He put his
hand on my shoulder, and guided me into the
lockerroom.  At this point the only people left in the
gym were the employees.  The sign on the door said the
lockerroom closes at 11, and janitors would be there
to clean it.  Greg stripped down to nothing and got
into one of the two person showers.  There were two
two person showers, with seperate heads, to try to
conserve draingage.  Furthermore, the members list of
the gym wasn't big and they didn't need a lot of
showering facilities.  Anyways, I followed him in and
watched in envy as he lathered his body.  I couldn't
help it and felt highly embarassed as I achieved an
erection.  I turned around but he had noticed and
didn't make the connection I was gay, or at least he
didn't say that.  All he said was, "Yeah, sometimes
the hot water makes me really horny too."  We stepped
out of the shower and he gently pushed my ass towards
the lockers.  I was shocked, he had never touched me
like that, and as his fingers left he gave me a gentle
squeeze.  I leaned into him and smiled, but he just
kept on walking.  However, I was lucky enough to feel
his cock brush up agains my thigh, even if it was for
just a moment.  We got dressed and left as if nothing
ever happened and just kept on talking.  
     For the next three weeks we did the same thing
working out together three or four nights a week, and
he seldomly touched me like that more.  After one
particularly late night of working out he invited me
back to his place to "have pizza and drink some
beers."  I was down with that it would be so cool to
hang out at his pad.  By that time he and my parents
had met quite a few times, and had become friends and
even went to dinner a few times together.  When he
called them from his cellphone he told them that I was
gonna come over and told them not to worry.  My
parents knew he was a married man and didn't worry in
the slightest.  When we got there I said, "I can't
wait to meet the Mrs."  He told me that she had gone
on some sort of retreat with her tennis group.  At
this point in our relationship he had told me in the
past that he and his wife weren't close, and the only
reason he stayed with her was to have the propper
business man image.  Infact, he now told me they had
seperate bedrooms.  I plopped myself on the couch and
he came back in with a video tape.  I figured it was
just a regular movie.  But then he asked me if I liked
porn.  Of course he already knew this, as it had come
up many times in our friendship.  The movie came on
and a slutty women (god i hate girls in porn) entered
to find a pink blanket covering a giant stand in her
apartment.  She pulled it back to reaveal a wall with
three cocks pointing out and began to suck and jerk
them.  I guess my talkative side gets in the way
sometimes and Greg and I started talking.  We talked
about how good things felt and how good sex felt.  He
told me that he masturbated at least twice a day, and
I was surprised.  He said that he hadn't made love to
his wife in eight years.  He then told me something
that shocked me, he said, "Are you open minded enough
to let me fast forward?"  I was totally confused by
his question, but responded yes.  After seeing the men
shoot their wad, Greg put the film into play.  The
next scene started with a man in what appeared to be a
locker room shower totally naked.  He started jacking
off his medium sized pric.  Greg looked over at me,
and I smiled back at him.  He took me into his big
manly arms and hugged me.  I broke the hug by kissing
his neck.  He responded by positioning my body onto
his and facing him.  I kissed his lips long and hard. 
Our breath raced and my body trembled like it never
has before.  I was so nervous, yet the gentle
tenderness that pressed against my thigh reminded me
that I was going to be all right.  He reached for the
remote and turned the light off, and held my hand as
we walked into the bedroom.  I propped pillows up and
lied down on them to be comfortable.  I kissed his
mouth, and explored the dark moist hole with my
tongue.  Our kisses were passionate as we wrestled to
pry eachothers' mouths open.  I kissed his cheeks
(5:00 shadow), his nose, his eyes, his ears and his
neck.  I gently sucked on his neck, while he rubbed my
body with his.  I reached down and felt his cock
through his mesh shorts.  It tented at full mast in
his shorts.  I lifted his shirt over his head and
sucked on his armpit.  I extended my lips over and the
pit and allowed the soft hairs to tickle my face.  His
hot breath rolled over my head and down my back.  His
hands shifted all over my ass, as he fondled and
carresed it into complete relaxation.  I then grabbed
his nipple, and cupped it with my hands.  I licked at
the nipple with an intent fascination with the hair
that surrounded it.  I licked down his tummy in his
belly button and down to where the mesh started.  He
stopped me and drew me up for a kiss.  As he did this
he slid my shirt over my head, and rather than sucking
he gently kissed and licked my body.  He got down to
my sweatpants and pulled them back, he slowly jerked
my long cock.  I stopped him, I couldn't take it
anymore, I had to fucking play with his rod.  I pulled
back his shorts, and I was right.  He had a meat cock,
and it didn't get much bigger than when hard.  I
pulled at the tight skin on his balls and sniffed
betweens his thighs and balls.  I stroked his thighs
and let his cock rub on my face.  His precum and sweat
felt slippery on my face and hand.  I took his whole
cock into my mouth at once.  He moaned and spread his
legs apart a little farther.  He used his hand to
guide my mouth along his shaft, and I combined sucking
with licking his tip.  His legs spread further, and it
was obvious that I was also enjoying this, although my
moaning was muffled by the juicy cock that filled my
mouth.  He pushed my head back which took me by great
surprise.  He rolled onto his tummy and spread his
legs and begged me to lick his asshole clean.  I drove
my tongue into it and felt him jump.  I sucked on the
sweet asshole allowing combinations of shit and sweat
drip throuh my mouth.  He got on all fours and begged
me to fuck him.  "You have to fuck me, fuck me now. 
This is too fucking hot, and I NEED your cock to fill
my hole.  I'm gonna cum, but not without you inside
me, fill me now!"  I slowly lined up, but he reach
behind and forced me into him.  A loud AHHH, escape
both of our lips.  I rested my tummy on his back and
fucked him in and out.  This didn't last long, no more
than two minutes.  His cheeks got very tight and he
shot onto his bedspread.  I pulled out and reached for
his head.  He obediently opened his mouth and allowed
me to pour my juice into his mouth.  I then reached
down and kissed him, trying to suck my juice back out.
 I smiled and rested my head into his chest.  "Last
one to the shower is a dirty ass fuck," I joked.  But
he took my hand and said no.  He felt guilty and said
he was now a big pervert that fucks little boys.  I
looked into his eyes and explained, "Greg, you did
nothing wrong, infact you did it all perfectly right. 
>From the moment I saw you I knew I wanted you, wanted
to hold you, kiss you, make love to you.  I would go
home and masturbate thinking about you.  Those freaks
rape little boys, this is opposite.  I'm 16, and
wanted you more that you could want me."  I smiled he
smiled, and got up to go to the shower...
     Greg got transferred half away across the nation
that September.  We spent the rest of our summer
locking the office door for quick reliefs, and taking
longer showers at the gym and his house.  I miss the
hell out of him, but every once in while, late at
night we set up net meeting and fool around.  This is
teenwriter2003@yahoo.com urging any e-mail...thanks!