Bending My Straight Boss

Dangerous conversation.

CALVIN'S POINT OF VIEW

I had no idea that my P.A. has such a dirty mind. He seemed … normal.

And he’s thinking of me when he strokes himself?

I am a little flattered. He’s a good-looking man and I bet that he can have anyone he wants, so, fantasizing about me increases my ego a bit.

Man can see that he’s muscular. Maybe not as muscular as I am, lean kind of muscular, manly nonetheless. I mean, I don't think that there's a particular way that gay people look or act, and he's the walking-talking proof, because no one would ever think that he's gay.

Back to his description. His bright azure eyes are accentuated by his light caramel complexion and his jet black hair, which is short on the sides, and long on top, almost always kept in a man bum, but I saw him a couple of times with it untied, and I can say that it's quite nice. It's curly, not wavy or tight curls, but somewhere in between ... loose curls, yes, that's the accurate description. And it shines, and looks soft, I even heard some of my females employees talking about it. He could easily make commercials for hair products.

He’s tall, about my height, maybe one or two inches smaller, and he has a big d**k. Ok, I don’t think it’s ok to think about his d**k. Anyway, the point is that I’m flattered.

The day goes by and I caught him looking at me several times and I couldn’t help but laugh.

I haven’t laughed so much in forever, at least not this kind of laughter. The easy and joyful kind.

It’s almost time to go home, and as usual, he just barges in without knocking, but this time I don't even bother to scold him.

" I came to ask you if you need anything else before I go ... and, well ... to take a last look." He says with a grin and wiggles his eyebrows suggestively, making me laugh again.

" You’re impossible," I state the truth, and he shrugs his shoulders as if he knows that, but there's nothing he can do about it.

" Not my fault that you’re hot. " He replies, then bites his lip as if he's trying to control himself, making me chuckle. Damn, he's something else.

" I don’t need anything, and I hope you’re satisfied for tonight. "

" Satisfied? " He asks and tilts his head on a side, roams my body with his green eyes, and sighs.

" I suggest you don’t start this topic. " He advised with a smirk and a threatening c**k of a brow.

" And why is that? Because of your dirty mind? " I ask curiously and cross my arms over my chest, and he sucks in a sharp breath and nods.

" Exactly. "

" Ok, you got me curious. What do you imagine when you … take your showers. " I know that the curiosity killed the cat, but I can't help it.

He smirks and comes and sits on the chair, leaning back on it, making himself comfortable.

" Are you sure you want to hear this? " The smirk on his face tells me that I should think twice before I answer, and maybe I should'n dive in these waters, and the responsible part of my brain tells me to say no, but the irresponsible part, which I haven't used in ages, it's bored and begs me to say yes ... so ....

" Yes. Nobody told me that they fantasize about me, and I’m curious. " I say truthfully and he nods and shrugs his shoulders in the same time, as if it's my funeral.

" Ok. So … my biggest curiosity ... fantasy … it’s how you taste, and the process of finding out. I imagine that you're either sitting on your big chair, or lean on your big desk, and suck your..., what my mind conjures to be a big and thick d**k. " I almost choke at that, at the honesty in his voice, but he doesn't seem to notice, because his eyes are closed as if he's imagining that right now. Well, f**k me two times on Sunday!

After a few seconds, he sucks in a sharp, deep breath, as if to calm himself, shakes his head as if to erase the dirty images that formed in his mind, and opened his eyes, which now are a very darker shade of green, which is barely noticeable due to his blown pupils.

Well, f**k me two times on Saturdays as well!

" And I take you sooooo deep and keep you in sooooo long until I would gag uncontrollably and struggle to breathe, and you would scream my name as you would f**k my mouth painfully and finish down my throat, straight into my stomach ... " He trails off, licks his lips and swallows what I can only guess it's a big amount of saliva that gathered in his mouth while he thought about sucking me.

Well, f**k me two times the whole f*****g week!!!!!!

" Should I carry on? " He asks in a low voice, and I stupidly answer :

" Yes. " Stupid, straight f*****g stupid!

" My second fantasy is you f*****g me hard on every surface in this office. Take control over my body, make me lose my breath, forget my own name, f**k me so hard until my mouth would desperately scream for you to stop, but my body would beg you to carry on until I pass out due to the excruciating pain mixed with unbearable utter pleasure ... " He trails off as our eyes locked, and I have to force myself to keep eye contact because the desire and the need in his eyes are burning me.

If he would be a woman ... but he's not!

" Should I go on? " He asks, but advises me with his hungry eyes not to, and I listen to him this time and shake my head, because ... well, f**k!!!!!!!

" I think It’s enough for one day. "

" See you tomorrow. " He says after he clears his throat, and I nod briefly as he stands up, and glance at him, then gulp involuntarily as I see that his d**k is pressed against his suit pants, almost ripping them.

I advert my gaze fast, hoping that he didn't see me looking, but now I'm lost, because I don’t know what to do, where to look.

I decide not to make it weird and try to look at him unaffected, but I'm not sure about that either, because I feel like I'm f*****g burning, so my face must be red, and he f*****g smirks knowingly, and I need a f*****g bullet to f*****g shoot myself !!!!!!

He finally turns and goes, and I let out a huge breath of relief that I was holding for dear life.

After a few minutes of cursing myself for being stupid, I take a few deep breaths and continue working to erase the conversation I just had. A conversation I started.

And being a CEO at my own company people would think I’m smart.

I realize it’s late when the sun it’s not up anymore, and I decide to go home. That’s enough for one day.

I order some Chinese because I’m too tired to cook, then hop under the shower and turn the hot water on and let the water cascade over my tense body, and with each drop of water, I feel my muscles relax one by one.

I lost track of time sitting under the shower, thinking about nothing but the steamy air entering my lungs, and hot water washing the stress that accumulated today, then take my time and wash every inch of my body.

Of course, when I reached my d**k, it got hard, and instead of turning the water cold to put it to sleep, then call one of the many women that would come in an instant to help me with my problem, I decide to do what I didn't do in a long time and fix the problem by myself.

I put my left hand on the wall to support myself, then let my head down while I wrap the fingers from my right hand around my throbbing d**k, give it a tug and tease my head with my thumb, coating it with the hot precum that leaks with each touch, then start stroking myself slowly, releasing groans of pleasure every few seconds.

I tug on it, squeezing it, then listen to my body's request and increase the speed while I close my eyes in utter pleasure, and from f*****g nowhere, Alex comes into my mind. The picture that he described, with him on his knees, his strikingly blue eyes looking up at me as he’s sucking m-- … f**k NO!!!

I realize what the f**k I'm doing, and I open my eyes faster than I've even opened them, then I run from the shower faster than I've ever run.

What the f**k it's wrong with me? I'm not f*****g gay!!!

Ok, Calvin, calm down. There's nothing wrong. I tell myself as I take big breaths of air and calm my stupid self down.

It's because of the talk. I reallyyyyyyyy have to avoid this type of conversation.

I get dressed and wait for the food to arrive, and try not to think about what just happened, and erase the conversations I had with him today.

But, thinking of not thinking of something, results in … thinking of that something.

But there's no need to panic, I’ll forget all about it until tomorrow morning.

I ate, watched T.V., then went to bed STILL thinking about it. f**k!

I'm just overthinking this. Overreacting. But then again ... why the f**k did I think about him under the shower? I don’t like men. I never did. And I never will.

Just sleep, Calvin!!!!!!!

I barely fell asleep, and as soon as I opened my eyes, the first thing that comes to my mind is : DON’T THINK ABOUT IT!

I take the faster shower in human history to avoid thinking about it and I go to work.

As usual, I get in first and start working. I lose myself in work and I forget all about it until certain someone barges in.

" Morning. " He greets with a cheery voice and a smile on his face that makes me want to erase it with a chair due to what he did to me, even though I'm more than aware that it's not his fault, but right now my mind blames even my mother for not keeping me in a basement so I couldn't learn English, and the teachers that taught both of us so many f*****g words that led to such a vivid description.

I look up and try not to think about it. And I think about it.

FOR f***s SAKE, CALVIN, STOP THINKING ABOUT IT !!!!!

" Are you ok? You look pale. Are you sick? " He asks genuinely concerned, and I almost cry.

If you consider thinking about how you suck my d**k, sick, then yes, I’m more than sick. I can even say I’m about to die. But I can't say that, so ...

" No. Just tired, " I reply as nonchalant as I can, and another wave of anxiety washes over me the second my eyes traveled from his bright azure eyes to his ... full, heart-shaped, with the bottom lip just a tad fuller than the upper one, which makes them even more perfect, shinning as he just licked them, lips.

NOOO don’t notice that!!!!!

Calvin, come on, man!!!!

I quickly look back in my laptop hoping and praying to whatever the f**k my life deity there is, that he’ll go out.

" If you don’t feel good, I can postpone the meetings you have today. They are not so important. " He insists in his concerned voice, but I shake my head.

" No. I’m good. I told you, just tired." I lie in my usual stern, cold voice without looking at him because I don’t know what my eyes are capable of at this point, and I don't want to risk having them roaming and noticing stupid things.

" Ok. If you need me, I’m in my office. " I just nod, still not looking at him, pretending that I'm working.

JUST GO ALREADY!!!!!!

" And .. he’s at his old arrogant self. " He mumbled under his breath, turns and fina-f*****g-ly goes.

" I heard that. " I exclaim before he gets to close the door, and he huffs.

" Good. " He replies loud enough for me to hear, and I bite my inner cheek hard to control my laughter. I should f*****g fire him, not control my laughter, but I can't help it, he's funny!

The sound of the door closing has never sounded so f*****g good, and without noticing, I let out a breath of relief that was about to make me faint .

Fuck!

It’s ok. I’m ok. I’m not attracted to him.

He’s working here for 9 months for f***s sake and I never once looked at him. I need to f**k. That’s the answer. wild s*x with countless women until I erase that damn conversation from my brain. And his lips.

Motherfucking, damn, s**t, son of a b***h!!!

Fuck my life!