The Interns (Parts 1 & 2)
PART 1
âFuck you,â Levon shouted to his fat-ass sleaze of a boss, âand fuck this job. I quit!â
âWell fuck you too, punk,â his boss shouted back, âget the hell out of my office!â Gladly, Levon thought as he stormed out, fists clenched.
17 year-old Levon Cole walked to his car with a new sense of freedom. Bundled up against the bracing cold of the lonely parking lot, he retrieved a cigarette from his coat pocket and lit it anxiously. He drew in the sweet nicotine with a greedy pleasure and puffed out a smoke ring for his triumph.
âYou did what?â Stacey Cole exclaimed.
âI quit, mom.â Levon replied bluntly.
âWhy?â
âItâs a dead-end job, mom. Boss was a jerk and so was everyone else who worked there.â
âWas it⌠because youâre gay?â
âNo! God, mom, no! I just wasnât happy there, thatâs all.â
âWell⌠fine. You know I just want you to be happy.â
âThanks.â
There was a long silence in the Cole household kitchen. Levon didnât like to consider it a household anymore⌠not since his dad left. It was just him and mom. And he liked it that way.
âThis could be a good thing, you knowâŚâ Levonâs mom said finally. âThereâs an intern position open at workâŚâ
âAw, momâŚâ Levon groaned, not bothering to hide his reluctance.
âJust wait, Levon. Itâs not even in my department. Itâs in Sales. You wonât even be working on the same floor of the building as me. I promise I wonât embarrass you there.â
âIâll think about itâŚâ
Levon hardly had time to think about it. A whole two days later and he was waiting alongside his mother in the elevator of her work. The idea of working with his mother hadnât bothered him so much as working in a corporate situation. That field never attracted him.
He looked over to see his reflection in the metal wall of the elevator. He wore a buttoned-up white shirt and a solid black tie, but he hadnât bothered to comb his short, shaggy brown hair.
âSheesh, Levon⌠tuck in your shirt at least.â Stacey said.
âYeah, mom.â Levon did as he was told.
âBe a little enthusiastic, please. You have no idea what I had to do to get you this job.â
âWhat?â Levon laughed. âDid you have to sleep with your boss or something?â
Levonâs mom didnât answer, but as the elevator slowed and the sound dinged for their stop, he swore he could see his mother look uneasy. That look was replaced by a smile as the doors opened.
âOur stop,â she said quietly.
âLevon, this is Mr. Scott.â
Levon and his mom stood in a spacey office that belonged to Jim Scott, head of the sales department. Levon had heard his mom talk about Mr. Scott before, but who stood up from behind his desk was a total surprise to Levon. He had imagined him as this old, cranky grandpa who had bossed his mom around for years. But Mr. Scott was a total hottie.
âHowâs it going there, Levon?â Mr. Scott said with an outstretched hand. âYouâre momâs told me a lot about you.â
Levon wanted to speak, but he was at a loss for words. What stood before him was a twenty-something male model with steely blue eyes and a chiseled face. He looked like the guys Levon had once masturbated to in those male suits catalogues.
âIs that right?â Levon finally spoke.
âYou bet. I was honestly excited to hear you were interested in our intern programs. We could definitely use the help around here. Your mom says youâre a pretty hard worker.â
âI can be, Mr. Scott.â
âCall me Jim.â
Levon couldnât respond after he saw Jimâs smile. It seemed to light up the entire room.
âWell I have to get back to the Accounting department,â Levonâs mom said. âLevon, if you need anything, call me, or stop on by.â She gave Jim a look-over. âYouâre in good hands.â
Levonâs mom left the office and went downstairs. Jim returned his gaze from her to Levon.
âSo, Levon. Letâs get you going here.âToo late, Levon thought, feeling a slight stiffness coming on in his pants.
âWeâre gonna have to show you the orientation video and then weâll get you to work.â
And with that, Levonâs boner quickly subsided.
Two hours later and Levon was busy at work. His job: sitting in a cramped cubicle stapling packets together, a huge stack of papers and plenty of extra staples at his disposal.
He passed the time by humming to himself and thinking about how sexy Jim was. Maybe on his break heâd have a quick jerk-off. Thatâd be kinky.
As if on cue, Jim appeared at his cubicle.
âHey, Levon,â he said, âeverythingâs looking great here. You can take your break now.â
âOk, how long is my break?â
âYou know what? For such a good job youâve done, Iâll give you twenty minutes.âPlenty of time to cum to your hot ass, Levon thought. âThanks!â
Levon left the cubicle and went on the search for a bathroom.
He found one and went inside. Cautiously looking to see if it all the stalls were empty, he took one and quickly dropped his pants.
Scenarios quickly flooded his mind. First, he imagined Jimâs muscular naked body⌠picturing his lengthy cock throbbing in Levonâs hand. As Levon pumped away at his own dick, he moved from imaginary sex position to the next as he and Jim fucked in his mind. Levon went crazy on himself, stroking with a fast pace with one hand and massaging his balls with the other. He stood over the toilet, ready to shoot a hot load.
As he climaxed, he thumped the side of the stall with a hand as reaction to the pleasure. But as he did so, he did not hear the bathroom door open, someone walk in, and take the stall next to him.
Levon moaned softly in pleasure, as strings of pearly white cum shot out of him.
âIs that what I think it is?â exclaimed a delighted voice from the stall next door. âIt is!â
Levon looked up to see another boy peering over the stall next to him, eyes wide and a devilish grin on his face.
Dick in his hand, cum all over the toilet in from of him, Levon Cole was caught.
PART 2
âHave a good tug?â asked the attractive young boy looking over the stall next to Levon.
âUhâŚâ Levon stuttered.
âSure looks like it! Look at all that cum!â
ââŚuhâŚâ
âSheesh! Is that the only word you know? Or are you still cumming?â
Levon looked back down at his softening member. He quickly pushed it back down his boxers, tucked in his shirt, and buttoned up his pants. He wiped his seed of the toilet seat and dashed out of the stall.
The other boy beat him to the door.
âHi there, Iâm Jaime,â the boy said enthusiastically. He took the hand Levon had masturbated with and shook it. He giggled. âOoh! Still warm! âŚand a little stickyâŚâ
Levon turned around and went to the sink. As he washed his hands, Jaime stayed at the door.
âAre you the new intern?â he asked.
âUm, yes,â Levon said, flustered.
âCool! Iâm one too. Been here a whole month. The place is a drag, but hey, where isnât?â
âYeah⌠look⌠Iâm sorry you had to see that back there.â
âOh, no. Not a problem. Whatâs your name, anyway?â
âLevon.â
âWell, Levon. Youâre gonna have to do that to me sometime.â
âNo, I think Iâll pass.â
âYou sure? Well⌠then I think Mr. Scott is gonna have to hear about this.â
âNo! Please!â
âI donât know⌠I think jacking off in a public workplace is against the health code or sexual harassment or something.â
âWhat do I have to do then?â
âYou gotta jack me off too.â
Levon sighed. He looked at the blackmailer in front of him⌠who was actually kind of cute. He had a boyish face, with short blonde hair and a slender body like Levonâs. He even dressed like him aside from a different colored tie.
âFine,â Levon said, âright now?â
âNaw, my breakâs almost over. Iâm not some quick-shooter like you.â He winked, making Levon blush. âIâll come see you later.â And with that, Jaime left the bathroom.
Levon looked at himself in the mirror and regained his composure.
As he stepped out of the bathroom, he was startled to see Jim waiting by the door.
âYou took a long time in there, kid.â
âMustâve been something I ate.â
âYikes. Did you have something from our vending machines?â
ââŚYes.â
âYeah, thatâll do it. Alright, Iâve got a new assignment for youâŚâ
Levon waited for his mother in the lobby. The elevator opened and she stepped out, a make-up mirror in hand. She was fixing her lipstick.
âGod, mom. Iâve been waiting down here for like twenty minutes. I thought we get off at five.â
âWe do,â she said, âI just had to put in a little overtime, thatâs all.â
They walked out of the building and into the snowy city waiting outside.
âHow was your first day?â
âNot bad. Jim says I might have a future career here.â
âReally? I was just hoping this internship would keep you busy. I never thought it would set in with you.â
Levon thought about Jaime, and then Jim. The former made him nervous to ever return to work there. The latter told him otherwise. âI donât know, mom. Weâll see.â
The next day was quiet. Levon was both busy at work and at watching his back. He was worried that Jaime would come around sooner or later and claim his favor. Levon stayed in his cubicle for most of the day.
Five oâclock came sooner than expected. Levon packed his work together and retrieved his coat.
âLevon! Glad I caught you!â
Levon spun around, slightly startled and expecting to see an eager Jaime. It was Jim.
âSorry, pal. Didnât mean to startle you,â Jim said. âListen, I need you to work a little late tonight. I have some special projects for you. I talked to your mom, and she has a business meeting with a client. She says sheâll take a taxi home and you can drive yourself home.â
âOk⌠what do you need me to do?â
To his displeasure, Jimâs âspecial projectsâ for Levon were no different than any of the work heâd been doing regularly. He sat alone in his cubicle in an empty floor. Everyone had gone home for the night. Hell, it was a Friday.
Levon heard a thump come from down the hall. He looked over the edge of his cubicle to see what was up.
âHello?â Levon called out. âJim?â No, canât be Jim, Levon thought, he went home.
Levon stood up and walked towards the breakroom.
Jaime sat there with a smile on his face and a can of soda in hand.
âLooking for someone?â Jaime asked.
âI heard a noise. I thought I was alone in here.â
âYup. We are.â
Levon sighed softly. âI guess you want that handjob now, donât you?â
âYou guessed it.â Jaime placed the soda on the table in front of him and pushed the table aside. He unzipped his pants and beckoned for Levon to come closer.
Levon had no choice. He couldnât face the embarrassment of being known as the office masturbator⌠he couldnât imagine his momâs reaction⌠or Jimâs. So Levon got down on his knees and helped Jaime lower his pants. Levon felt Jaimeâs throbbing cock underneath his boxers, and he slowly pulled it out.
Levon was no stranger to a good handjob. Heâd been with a few guys in his time, and he knew what he was doing. He went to work slowly jerking Jaimeâs 10-inch dick. Jaime moaned in pleasure.
âYeah⌠just like that,â he cooed.
With one hand, Levon rubbed the shaft. With the other, he fondled his balls.
âDamn⌠youâre good at this⌠now suck it.â
âWhat? That wasnât a part of the deal.â
âI donât care. Suck it.â
âNo.â
âIâve got Jimâs number on speed-dialâŚâ
Levon didnât protest. He opened his mouth and slid Jaimeâs cock into it. Jaime closed his eyes and tilted his head back. He was enjoying it, and Levon couldnât help enjoying it as well.
Levon bobbed his head up and down as his warm mouth engulfed Jaimeâs dick. He teased the shaft and tip with his tongue. Jaime took his hand and held the back of Levonâs bouncing head as he softy moaned.
âIf youâre gonna cum, donât do it in my mouth,â Levon said between blows.
âShit, Iâm far from it. I told you I wasnât a quick-shooter.â
Levon rolled his eyes and went back to work. A few minutes later, Jaime pulled his cock out Levonâs mouth and stood up. Without a word, he fully lowered his pants and bent over the table.
âFuck my ass, Levon.â Jaime said shyly.
Levon obliged. He pulled out his own member, a proud 8.5 incher, which was already hard. He went over to Jaime and grabbed one of his ass cheeks on impulse.
âYeah! Just like that!â Jaime called out suddenly.
Levon had always been a top, but he had never been with a guy who liked it rough. It excited him even more and he took it as an advantage over his blackmailer. Without hesitation, he slid his cock bareback right into Jaimeâs asshole. They both moaned as the thick cock slid into the tight hole.
Levon quickly acted on his primal urges and built a steady momentum of thrusting. He pounded his cock into Jaimeâs ass, occasionally spanking it to his delight. Levon took hold of Jaimeâs hips and thrust deep and hard.
âYou like that?â Levon grunted.
âYes!â Jaime cooed. âGod, donât stop!â
They continued on for a good minute until Levon pulled out suddenly.
âWhatâs wrong?â Jaime asked.
âFlip over.â
âWhat?â
âFlip over, fucker.â Levon was enjoying taking over his extorting co-worker. He unbuttoned his shit and ripped off his tie.
Jaime did as he was told and moved so he lay on his back on the table. Levon spread Jaimeâs legs and re-entered missionary-style.
As Levon continued his lustful fuck, Jaime unbuttoned his own shirt and flipped back his tie. He moved his hands down to his cock and began stroking it.
But Levon smacked his hand and took over for him. Using one hand to hold an uplifted leg over his shoulder, Levon used his other hand to jack Jaime off as he fucked him.
âNo,â Levon said with an devilish grin, âIâm supposed to jack you off, remember?â
Jaime nodded and let Levon have his way. He matched Levonâs rhythm with his own hips and pounded into his hard dick.
âFâŚfuck⌠Iâm gonna cum, Levon,â Jaime sighed.
Levon didnât say a word. Instead, he stroked Jaimeâs cock even harder until he got the reaction he hoped for. Hot, white jizz shout of Jaimeâs cock, drenching his abs and chest. As he climaxed, Jaimeâs ass tightened even more, turning Levon on so much that he felt his own dick twitch and shoot cum into Jaimeâs ass.
They both moaned loudly as they came together. Levon thrust every last drop of his seed into the other boyâs ass.
Breathing heavily, the boys nearly passed out. Levon let himself fall onto Jaimeâs body. They both panted against each otherâs body, their chests wet with a mixture of their combined sweat and Jamieâs cum.
âFuckâŚâ Jaime said after a long period of silence, âyouâre good.â
âI know,â Levon said with confidence. Thatâll show this little punk for trying to blackmail me. âI assume you wonât be telling Jim about all of this now?â
âSure,â Jaime sighed, âbut I wonât promise you that I wonât want to do this again sometime.â
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