Tim turned out to be one of the most attractive men I’ve ever met. Standing at the counter in his half tights and tank top, floppy hair, and perfect smile, I wondered what the connection was between Cam and this man.
Tim had clearly been well-briefed by Cam, but the interview and physical testing process alone was exhausting, not to mention the initial workout. I suspected that Cam was testing me, wanting to see if I could handle it.
I woke up the next morning and walked very slowly to the bathroom, sore from both my workout and Cam’s usage of me the night before. I headed to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator, to find that the contents had changed from the day before. I never ate badly, but it was clear that someone had taken a lot of time, and money, to fill the fridge. I turned and found a note on the counter, telling me to look on my phone for today’s menu.
The smoothie I was instructed to make (somehow all the ingredients were here) wasn’t what I would normally have had, but I was happy to go along with this, at least until I could talk with Cam about it.
It was an office day. Cam got out of bed as I was preparing to get into the shower and he joined me under the hot water. Our love making was surprisingly sensual. I loved feeling his body next to mine as the water cascaded over us. We kissed and touched, running our hands over each other. Feeling his soapy hand on my cock as we kissed was a prelude to both of us having orgasms that left us holding each other for support.
The touching continued as we dried each other off, but then I had to get to the office. Cam watched me as I dressed and as I was leaving, undid another button on my shirt and handed me a thin leather wrist bracelet to wear.
He kissed me and told me not to rebutton that button – that he’d be checking. He then said that my next workout with Tim was the next morning, so I would need to block off until 10 am on my schedule.
As the day progressed the soreness became a sort of badge of honor. I got busy and didn’t realize it was almost lunch time, as the smoothie I’d made kept me unaware of being hungry. Before one pm, Cam texted me, reminding me not to button up and that Tim would be sending over what I could have for lunch. I thought this was kind of odd, but shortly after a message arrived with instructions to order a specific meal at a specific market. I twirled the leather on my wrist idly as I walked to the market and ordered the food.
The afternoon flew by and I didn’t get home until nearly 7. Cam was home, looking through one of the coffee table-sized books of male eroticism I had kept in the bedroom.
He made a show of putting the book on the table opened to a page of a fit man in a harness being serviced by a man with grey hair. I’d never really studied that image, preferring to use others as inspiration when I was topping.
Now I looked at it more closely. How the harness highlighted the top’s chest; how the man with grey hair’s biceps bulged.
We made out for a while, then Cam broke our session, saying dinner was in the oven. We walked to the kitchen holding hands and then had a delicious meal, talking about our days. Cam talked excitedly about grad school and what he’d be doing in the Fall, which I took to mean I shouldn’t get used to this.
Another change in my routine was how I began my mornings. Cam insisted we sleep naked; as I was usually the first one up, I would kiss down his body to his morning erection and slowly take him in my mouth. He would pretend not to be awake, but as I took him deeper he’d moan and his hands would find my hair, reminding me who was in charge.
He wouldn’t let me cum as I went down on him, as he liked seeing me walk around the house erect and needy.
My workout schedule increased to four days a week. Most of it was weights, but there was also cardio involved. My diet evolved to lots of protein and more and more of these smoothies.
And the briefs and mesh boxer briefs I used to only wear for “special occasions” now became my everyday underwear. My lingerie drawer was now full of As We Move, Andrew Christian, and other brands of which I was not previously aware.
Likewise my work wardrobe now was starting to reflect my gym-honed body. I wore more jewelry and tighter tops and pants that were still office appropriate. And before meeting Cam I had not even had a picture of my ex on my desk. Now Cam would insist on meeting me in the office when we were going for lunch or dinner and he gave me a picture of him I could put on my desk.
One person in the office who did seem to notice these changes was my boss. He was an older man, in his 50s, fit, and in an LTR with his boyfriend. On the rare occasions he’d let his guard down, he and I talked about how much better it was now than when he had first come out. I suspected he was a top, but we never discussed personal sexual preferences.
Cam met him one time when we were going to dinner and teased me about how lucky I am to have a hot boyfriend/top and a hot boss.
One Thursday, however, I was working late, as I had a workout that morning, when he messaged me on Teams and asked if I could give some input on a project. This in itself was unusual from him, but even more so when he said he wanted to talk away from the office.
I messaged Cam that I was apparently having dinner with my boss. He sent back a smirk emoji and reminded me of the fantasies Cam had of my boss taking me.
Getting my head focused on business, I met my boss upfront and we walked to a nearby restaurant. He outlined the project after we sat down and asked if I was interested. He then said that this project was a priority for the firm, but had been hamstrung by the client, so he was going to be daily hands on, but he wanted me underneath him on it.
I thought he’d made a faux pas, but his statement was accompanied by his foot rubbing mine. I paused for a moment and then remembered Cam’s message and that Cam was leaving in the Fall. Even without the enticement of my boss’ flirting, I would have said yes to the project for professional reasons.
We discussed the project in some detail and decided to call a meeting with those involved for early the next week. We finished eating and he paid for dinner. We were walking out of the restaurant when I felt his hand on the small of my back. It felt good.
