Brent had been working at the company I owned for around three months.
He was hired when he was eighteen, had dirty blond shoulder-length hair, around 5'10," a slim build, an exceptionally cute butt, and I fantasized that he had a nice package, despite him never showing any noticeable bulge.
The primary reason Brent didn't show his package was because he tended to wear blue jeans that were on the baggy side.
Given his dirty blond hair, I assumed he had light brown or blond pubic hair.
Brent's eyes were a beautiful brown, and his bangs always hung down covering one eye or the other.
Brent frequently uses a lot of hair gel, shaping something different and interesting every couple of days, from spikes to waves. It was also an indication that he took good care of himself and spent time on his personal appearance and hygiene. Brent always had that freshly showed scent.
Brent wore size twelve shoes, so I thought if that relationship was true between the size of a guy's feet versus the size of his dick, then this kid must be hung like a stallion.
Brent was shy. He had difficulty making eye contact. I taught him to stare at a person's nose-bridge, and then it looked like he was making eye contact. From that point on, Brent seemed to exhibit a much greater self-confidence, and it was the beginning of a good dialog between the two of us.
Brent frequently worked second shift during the week, and first shift on the weekends. I made it a point to try and be around when he was working and would ask if he wanted to come to my office just to chat and visit.
I'm sure Brent caught me staring at his crotch more than once, and he knew I was gay. It's impossible that he didn't know he was hot as hell. Brent was angelically cute, and he was a totally straight eighteen-year-old boy.
During one of our visits to my office, Brent had mentioned that he had a tattoo, so I asked to see it. It was on the back of one of his shoulders, so he had to pull up his shirt.
I actually couldn't care less about the tattoo, but my goodness, did Brent have a beautiful stomach, an awesome soft line of hair going from his bellybutton down, and he had lots of light brown sexy underarm hair.
Brent was clean-shaven - you couldn't even tell if he needed to shave.
The first time he showed up with short sideburns I about fell over. My goodness, they made him even sexier. I think every time he visited with me, afterward I said under my breath, 'God, I would pay to suck that kid off...'
When Brent was working, using his computer, he would frequently turn his chair backward with the back of the chair toward his desk and kneel on it, putting his elbows and forearms on his desk.
Brent kneeling on his chair gave a magnificent view of his phenomenally cute and perfectly round little butt. I assumed Brent had nice soft light brown hair on his butt cheeks and in his butt crack. Every time I saw Brent positioned in his chair like that, I fantasized about how much I wanted to rim him.
I became somewhat infatuated with Brent. He was definitely in my fantasies daily. I wanted to blow Brent so badly. Damn, he was hot as hell.
I reached a point that I had to at least try to see if there was some way I could taste Brent's hot young cock.
I knew that Brent was totally straight. I wasn't sure how to approach him, so I started by setting up a phony email account.
I sent him an email from my phony account.
My email just said, "Hey Brent, would you be open to making some extra cash in exchange for very little effort by you?"
Brent's first response was straight-forward, "Who is this? Is this for real or are you just spamming? Like how much extra cash, and what do you want?"
I took a couple of days before responding.
I sent Brent an email and just said, "This is definitely real. As for how much, I'm open to helping you out with whatever you need or think would be fair. We already know each other, so even though this may seem a little awkward, I'm definitely real and serious."
Brent emailed back within an hour, which told me he was interested, predominately in the cash. He said, "You have my interest as long as you're not asking me to do anything illegal. What are you looking for and how much cash?"
I took a day and sent Brent a longer email.
I wrote, "Brent, I know you're straight. I'm Gay. I would not ask you to do anything to me, but I would really like to give you a blowjob. That's all - nothing else. You just sit back and relax. I'll go down on you and give you a good blowjob. After you cum, we're done. As for the cash, what would you think about like fifty bucks?"
Brent emailed back, but this time from a phony email account he set up.
Brent copied my previous email into his email from his phony account and replied with, "I kinda thought that's what this might be about. I don't know man. I don't know if I could even get hard, let alone cum. I think I know who you are though. I'll think about it."
There were a few Gay guys working at the company, so maybe he did or didn't know that it was me. I just emailed back, "Okay, it's totally up to you."
It took several days, but another email showed up from Brent.
Brent wrote, "Well, as I said, I can't guarantee that I can get hard or cum. But, if you wanna suck on my junk, I'd let you try blowing me, but how about for a hundred? How would this work? Where? How will I know for sure who you are?"
That email was hot. Brent just explicitly told me that he is willing to let me take his young straight boy cock in my mouth, and I loved the way he referred to it as, '...if you wanna suck on my junk.'
Damn, I was beyond excited. Everyone has his or her fetishes. Among mine that has evolved is I really love servicing a straight young guy.
I emailed Brent back.
I wrote, "I'll make sure we're alone and that no one can interrupt or catch us. You'll know because I'll put one fifty dollar bill, two twenties and a ten-dollar bill, and four quarters in front of you. When you see that combination in front of you, you'll know it's me."
I continued, "If you're sitting, and you're up for giving this a try, just unzip your zipper. Same if you're standing. Just unzip your zipper and I'll take it from there. If you get uncomfortable, you can just leave, but the signal that you will need to give me so I know we can go through with this is you just unzipping your zipper. You can either sit or stand. You don't have to do anything. Just relax and we'll see if you get hard from me blowing you. If you do, I'll keep sucking your cock til you nut. If you want to stop, just say so, but you can keep the cash for trying."
Brent emailed back and wrote, "I'm just nervous. But I'll try it. So, when and where?"
I emailed Brent back pretty quickly.
I wrote, "You'll know when you see the cash in those exact denominations. Then just unzip your zipper and I'll know you're willing to give it a try and let me go down on you. Like I said, at any time, you can just say no, or you can leave and I will totally accept and understand."
The following weekend, I stopped by the office, as I usually did.
I noticed Brent's car in the parking lot. Other than that, the lot was empty, and no one else was in the building. The weekends were really quiet.
It was nothing unusual on a weekend for me to call Brent's extension and ask, "Hey, you wanna stop by and visit?"
Brent would always respond, "Sure, I'll forward the phones to your office."
About ten minutes later, Brent showed up in my office.
I kept a chair next to my desk. I didn't like having a desk or furniture between the person with whom I was talking and me. So having the chair next to my desk was perfect, and it gave me a full-length view of the person sitting in the chair, which was frequently one of the numerous cute young men working there.
Brent came in as he normally did and took a seat in the chair next to my desk. He looked so awesomely sexy, and I was already excited at the prospect that I might get the opportunity to taste Brent's straight young 'junk.'
I had a couple of boxes on the floor next to my credenza, which I put there deliberately so I could ask him to help me put them in our storage room.
We chatted for ten or fifteen minutes, then I pointed to the boxes and asked, "Hey, can you grab one of those and help me put them in the storage room?"
Brent stood up and bent over to pick up one of the boxes.
He always wore baggy blue jeans, so it was when he was kneeling in his chair or bending over that I got a good look at how cute his slim little firm butt was. It was just a perfect little butt - probably a 28-inch waist, and kinda long legs.
Brent picked up the box and handed it to me. Nice kid - he was doing all the work. Then he bent over to pick up the second box, giving me another view of his young beautiful round butt, and this time his shirt lifted up showing me his bare back, his beautiful skin, and his nice slim waist.
Brent led the way out of my office and down the hall to the storage room, which was always kept locked.
I struggled to get my keys while holding my box. Brent put his box out and motioned me to put mine on top of his. His arms were showing his sexy lean muscles and veins. He was a skinny boy, but he had really nice muscle tone and beautiful skin.
I opened the door and pointed to an empty area on the shelf right next to the door. Brent lifted the boxes to put them on the shelf. I closed the door.
As Brent was facing the shelf, suddenly a fifty dollar bill, two twenties and a ten-dollar bill, and four quarters showed up on the shelf he was looking at.
A second later, we both heard me turn the lock on the door.
In a surprised whisper, I heard Brent just ask, "Oh wow. ...Is it you?"